Chapter 129: The Autumn of Adolf (16)
A fissure opened in the sky, next to the temple of the goddess Shaya. The people below were fortunate; the true essence of Na Gu would personally pour the plague cauldron over Adolf. Jima Fei, suspended in the air, was unfortunately aware of this cruel truth. As a demon who had been a demon lord for three centuries, she knew that most of the plagues in the world originated from Na Gu’s plague cauldron. After preparing the plague, Na Gu would scatter the liquid across the world, and new plagues would emerge.
Behind the fissure stood an ultimate enlarged version of Na Gu, towering like a mountain, holding a rusty and heavy plague cauldron, striving to reach the fissure. With each step, his greenish bowel trembled violently.
If this were all poured over Adolf, the consequences would be unimaginable; even the world-destroying army would perish, leaving only Na Gu’s followers behind.
Jima had rarely cursed lately, but now she couldn’t help but let out a stream of profanity, causing her twitching tail to soften. Her pig-like brain raced with thoughts.
What to do? What to do? Get the fissure closed! Yes! Where is the button to close the fissure? Red or green? Based on Na Gu’s nature, it should be green, right? Wait, what am I thinking? Divination! Yes, I can divine!
Demon Lord Jima swept her black hair covering her left eye aside, her glass eye turned blue. She looked at the fissure, its distorted shape resembling a hemorrhoid-infested gash, reflecting its shadow in her eye as it twisted. Jima began to divine using the reflection as a medium.
Filthy magical power seeped into her eyes, infecting her nerves and climbing inward, spreading contagion.
She persisted until she extracted a result from the divination, suppressing the filthy magical power, and the bloodshot veins in her eyes gradually faded away.
The divination result revealed countless lines connecting Adolf to countless entities. Jima caught onto a line that was particularly vital, smooth and resilient. Following that line with her gaze, she saw it led to the chief plague doctor.
“Wild Pig!” Jima cursed as she dove downward towards the temple, observing the battlefield.
The stone walls of the temple had collapsed, and a mass of fresh plague victims spilled in, laughing maniacally. A woman with her belly torn open, blood pouring out, and intestines hanging out. There were also already dead injured soldiers holding iron swords. The knights were disorganized; some rode silver pegasi, battling a few lion phantoms in the air, while others sought revenge, and some were defending against a mountain of corpses and a sea of cadavers.
The chief plague doctor, holding the severed head of King Richard the Lionheart, was being forced back step by step. Although surrounded by similarly rotting brothers for cover, under the knights’ brave encouragement, he sustained several deep, horrifying wounds, and deformed internal organs were exposed, yet he showed no signs of dying.
The chief plague doctor laughed, swinging his arm and hurling the severed head of King Richard like a cannonball over the heads of everyone, flying far away.
“King!”
Knights loyal to the chivalry immediately halted or reined in their horses to rush for the head. In the chivalric code, this act was immensely honorable, causing the chief plague doctor’s assault to cease. In truth, none of the knights wanted to let such honor slip away; participating in acts of chivalry was all about honor, wasn’t it?
Jima immediately deduced the two problems: the disorganized knights and the collapsed temple walls. Summoning her closest magical power, she dove with astonishing speed to intercept the low-flying severed head of King Richard the Lionheart. Suddenly, she maneuvered and spun a web of fire lies: “Actually, I am the avatar of the goddess of the lake…”
George’s biological father, riding a flying horse, anxiously stared at that horse’s rear. He had always cherished the silver pegasus, ordering that no farmer lay eyes on this pale horse lest their gaze taint it. Every time he tried to ride, he would have to put the horse into a carriage covered with a black cloth and taken out to the wilderness.
Therefore, the silver pegasus, feeling the pain, flew particularly fast, slowly surpassing the remaining pegasus knights beside him. Through his visor, he locked onto the spinning severed head of King Richard not far away. Compared to regret, his heart was filled more with the pursuit of honor.
As long as he could retrieve the head of King Richard the Lionheart, no one would dare to claim he wasn’t a knight but a lowly merchant. No one would point at his back during banquets, saying, “Look, that’s him, the merchant knight.”
Ha ha.
But his hopes were quickly severed like a sharp, bright blade.
A warning line, expertly carved by a sculptor, caught hold of the severed head of King Richard, but it couldn’t secure it properly. She rushed to catch it; after several attempts, she finally grasped the real thing.
Upon closer inspection, it was an extremely beautiful woman. She wore a white dress, her wet, waist-length golden hair cascading down, her figure voluptuous, barefoot, with no wings, floating in the air, holding a golden holy grail about the size of a basin.
This image was almost identical to the one made from pieces of colored glass representing the goddess of the lake.
The pegasus knights quickly reined in their silver pegasi, slowing down to turn.
George’s biological father trembled, “G-goddess?”
Someone removed their helmet, “I wish I could hear the sound of wings flapping.”
“Knights!” Jima, disguised as the goddess of the lake, wore a crown woven with olive leaves atop her head. Floating behind her head were fragments of the demon lord’s crown. It was hard to describe this in words! Under the influence of evil, she aimed to delay your time, allowing the wild pigs to destroy the world, bringing you dishonorable defeat!
The knights, witnessing the legendary goddess of the lake, recalled numerous familiar legendary stories, like the treacherous paths along the journey where one gains the goddess’s favor, drinks from the holy water, and becomes the cup knight.
Some were teary-eyed, some felt unease, but more were filled with guilt.
“Go!” Jima pointed towards the plague doctor of Shao Fortress. “Take it now! Immediately follow the guidance of your winged allies.”
“Yes, my goddess!” the knights replied in unison, turning to charge at the plague doctor, shouting, “By the goddess! Kill the king’s murderer!”
Many knights fighting on the ground looked up at Jima, floating in the sky. To make herself more conspicuous, Jima used her “mimic” ability to simulate Jenna’s powers, making herself glow.
Now, the greatest honor present became to kill the chief plague doctor. The knights rushed forward, their mouths no longer stopped, pursuing the chief plague doctor to strike.
However, this also increased the pressure from the infected people surging outside.
“Hmph! Butcher of Chu!” The engineer, with a reddened gun barrel, fired the last bullet, forcefully smashing it into the knee of a carrier of the plague, cursing, “I can’t kill a group of wild pigs with a single bullet!”
The Sword Saint Scarly swung his sword, “They’re everywhere! Kaida!”
At that moment, the six fairies, Kaida, descended from the temple roof, pursued by a few enraged phantoms. Sword Saint Henry unhesitatingly abandoned his post, turned, and rushed toward her, swinging his sword to drive the enraged phantoms away.
The engineer cursed fiercely, “New families! The chief plague doctor, with his elastic belly, knocked over several knights as he joyfully sprinted toward the corpse swarm, shouting, ‘I’m coming!'”
Boom!
Suddenly, a stone wall emerged from the ground, rising up and separating him from his “family.” It was Eve Luye; she altered the terrain.
“Don’t let him get away!” A group of knights rushed over, some dismounting their beloved warhorses to better surround him. The chief plague doctor, with his elastic belly, knocked over several knights as he joyfully ran towards the corpse swarm, “I’m coming!”
“No!” He smashed a bottle of green poison, the explosion sending shockwaves through the surrounding people. Even with his head split in two, he could still speak, “I want to see my father with my own eyes—”
Before the chief plague doctor could finish his statement, a pitch-black short sword smeared with holy water suddenly appeared in front of him, severing his head in two:
Haha! The head is mine!
The witch hunter Akannis, full of pride, kicked the headless body that fell too late, holding a bucket of holy water that seemed to come from nowhere. He poured it over the corpse, “You little brat! Did you think you’d come back to life? Watch me kill you.”
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.” The corpse crackled, emitting billowing white steam.
The knights glared, feeling extreme discontent toward the head. Some cursed, “Despicable!”
The exorcist sighed in relief, noticing that the fissure was visibly shrinking, then thick, greenish sweat splashed out from it, falling towards Adolf.
“Crack, crack, crack!” Jima’s heart suddenly stopped, but she saw a blue fissure appear out of nowhere, catching the thick sweat before closing. She vaguely heard a group of crows cawing.
It was the work of the lord of treachery; heaven knows what great scheme He was concocting.
A sound of iron boots hitting the ground came from behind, along with a questioning voice: “Demon Lord! Are you dead?”
Jima didn’t turn back, thinking: Do the knights of Bartu intend to ambush from behind?
Clang, clang, the knights of Bartu pushed to the front of Jima, their flags colorful, their armor adorned differently, each pointing at Jima. It didn’t matter if the head was cut off; there was still another demon lord waiting!
The witch hunter Akannis watched the spectacle from the side, nodding and saying, “Exactly, she is the demon lord.”
Outside, the noise was still raucous, though quieter than before. There were sounds of falling; the fissure must have closed, temporarily losing its pollution, and those corrupted creatures were less active.
Jima relaxed against a pillar of the temple, weaponless, saying, “Pick up your weapons! Demon Lord!”
Jima produced the head of King Richard, saying before the knights could react, “This was just given to me by the woman floating in the sky.”
“That is the great goddess of the lake… How could she…
The knights’ morale suddenly dwindled.
