Chapter: 64. Said It from the Very Start (4K)
Gustana heard the voice and instantly settled in his heart.
The reason faith is called faith is that when the deity descends, everything can be declared settled.
“Lord Aimeres, I will join you in suppressing the traitors.”
“No need.”
“Uh?”
Gustana was about to say that he would do his utmost to assist the deity, but he was ruthlessly rejected mid-sentence.
The Pope, an elderly man over eighty, revealed a faint disappointment that could only be expressed by a child.
The golden, floating, indistinct figure moved closer to Ailer step by step.
A dull sound reverberated, echoing only in this bell tower’s top level.
“Gustana, can you not see the situation in the city? Now, you should go do what you need to do.”
“!”
Such a divine oracle echoed in the Pope’s ears, and he immediately understood, turning to look aside.
The clock tower at the Church’s top was high enough to overlook much of the capital of Corea.
He saw that the originally dark town was faintly illuminated; more and more lights connected, and people dressed in priestly robes and nuns hurriedly swarmed through the streets towards this direction.
Clearly, the noise from the earlier event that pierced the rooftop had drawn the attention of nearby residents, and this attention was spreading outward like ripples from a stone thrown into water.
The impact would grow larger, and the capital would become increasingly chaotic.
Thus, the Pope could understand Lord Aimeres’s intention.
“I will go maintain order in the town now. Lord Aimeres, may victory be with you.”
“Ha…”
Aimeres’s light laughter needed no further explanation; it seemed to mock Gustana’s foolish thoughts of worrying for the deity in his mortal form.
In any case, Pope Gustana raised his scepter, a golden light surrounding him as he floated gracefully, leaping down from the clock tower’s peak, gradually disappearing into the night, merging with the myriad lights.
The Pope left, and Ailer did not stop him.
Facing the indistinct golden figure ahead, Ailer even yawned a bit in boredom.
“Haah…! Have you finally finished chatting? Can we start fighting now? Anyone is fine; I just need something to entertain myself!”
“The Demon Race has been arrogant since its birth,” Aimeres’s tone was calm and echoing, revealing little emotion, “But this cannot be blamed on you; it relates to Tyiel’s arrogant nature. She is one of your ancestors, and you have some similarities with her. I will not blame you, but you should learn to hold back. Therefore, leave quickly, and I may spare your life.”
“Spare… spare me from death?”
Ailer blinked her blood-red eyes, seemingly hearing a super funny joke.
Her hands gradually wrapped around her arms, her waist bending like a shrimp, and the soft giggles made the cool breeze at the top floor seem a bit more heated.
No need to judge,
Ailer likely was not angry.
—But excited.
Extremely excited.
“Hahahaha…! This is the first time someone has said such a thing to me! Spare me from death…? Great, great! If the deity could kill me, wouldn’t I be making a fortune today! Oh right… before we start fighting, can I ask a question?”
“Of course, as dying words, feel free to express them to me. Listening to the words of mortals is one of the deity’s duties.”
Ailer wiped away the tears of laughter at the corners of her eyes.
She stood up straight, waved her left hand, and smiled so sickly that her words were laced with excited tremors.
“I mean, ha… that Tyiel you just mentioned, who is she again…? Why does it sound so familiar? Is she someone who can fight or something!”
“……”
Ha, indeed, arrogant.
Lost in your so-called power, you do not even bother to remember the deity’s name.
This is commendable.
But after commendation, it is only right to pay the corresponding price.
Aimeres had silently declared Ailer’s time of death in her heart.
And when Aimeres raised her gaze, she saw that the sky was already shrouded in fire clouds, illuminating the heavens and the earth as bright as day.
Black days should not have fiery clouds.
But it indeed congealed into shape in an instant.
That was the fierce wind of Ailer completely unleashing her fist, burning this space, equal to her own warm-up.
With six wings soaring, Ailer flew up, standing before the curtain of fire clouds, looking down at the small golden light at the tower’s peak.
It seemed as if she was the deity at that moment, and the nameless golden light was just an ant.
“Aren’t you going to make a move?” Ailer’s face showed slight disappointment, then killing madness began to condense on it, “If you don’t make a move, I’ll have to take the initiative!”
The golden light remained still, but Ailer had already stepped into the void, soaring like an arrow toward the high platform where Aimeres was standing.
Howling like a gale, the six-winged Demon Race was inherently accompanied by natural disasters.
An immeasurable destructive fist struck, and before the fist reached the rooftop, the Church’s pillars were already swaying and crying out in response, and when the fist truly made contact with the rubble, a dazzling white light erupted, and half of the Church collapsed with a loud crash amidst swirling smoke!
Even though the town had the Pope present, the distant exclamations could still be heard rising and falling.
Anyone could guess… something big was definitely happening in the Church State!
It’s a pity that no matter how big it was, they couldn’t watch the excitement.
Such a scale of battle was not something ordinary people dared approach.
Inside the Church, smoke filled the air, turning into half a ruin, with only broken walls and remnants surrounding the area, forming a closed space.
Ailer squatted atop a broken column, which had a smooth cross-section cut out by blade winds, her six wings enveloping her body, and her sharp and cold gaze frantically observed her surroundings.
That previous punch, the golden light had not dodged; it undoubtedly hit directly.
But… there was no feeling of contact at all, as if it had struck through a water curtain, not touching a physical entity.
From Aimeres, Ailer equally felt no magic power.
Where did that guy go?
“Oh, indeed quite good. There should be no one in the Demon Race who fights like you. Such brute strength is more akin to the Dragon Race’s methods than the Demon Race’s…”
“!”
Behind her!
Ailer swiftly shifted on the column to the other side, now in front of the charred statue.
Once steady, she looked ahead and saw that where she had just been standing, a vague figure made of floating golden particles was reassembling.
Upon seeing this, Ailer’s forehead broke into a cold sweat in sync with her bitter smile.
“Uh oh… isn’t this cheating…? I mean, Lord Deity, you seem to lack a physical form, right? Then this is dull.”
“Dull, is it?”
“What else? I originally thought we could have a delightful battle, but it turned out like this. Hmm…? Wait, I can still go find that old Pope to continue fighting!”
“To ignore the deity is an irrational act, you know?”
“But what can you do right now?”
Ailer realized that the previous attack being ineffective was not due to missing or being blocked but because the golden light before her had no physical form, existing like a phantom.
Since that was the case, her fighting style, which relied solely on physical strength, was completely restrained, and she had no way to hit her.
Physical strikes could never touch illusions.
It must be said… magic can indeed be convenient at times.
Similarly, this deity should also be unable to harm her; her attacks would just pass through her.
This is why Ailer said that this battle had become meaningless.
No fun to be had~ she even suspected that this so-called deity was just stalling for time to let the Pope escape!
However, this thought did not last long.
The golden figure coalescing became increasingly real.
Though still a haze of golden light, the tall figure with flowing golden, star-like hair gradually showed a complete outline.
If that were a living person… it should be an extremely beautiful girl.
The heavy echoes in this half-ruin of the Church had become more penetrating.
“I remember… you are that Demon King’s little sister? Last time, I spared your royal brother, but that doesn’t mean I will spare you this time. I’m not in a good mood now… disturbing our peace, you are in big trouble.”
“Can you stop bluffing? This is so boring. If you have any trump cards, hurry up… uh?”
In the previous second, Ailer was still in a relaxed state, looking down on her opponent.
But in the next second.
She felt her hair stand on end…
In an instant, she tensed up, readying her fighting stance, all six of her wings fluffed up.
The golden figure reassembled into a circular form, but this time, Aimeres’s presence was no longer as faint as before.
What is this magic power…?
Like a calm sea suddenly stirred into a roaring tsunami, it dragged her into a ten-thousand-foot abyss.
It is no exaggeration to say that the level of magical power stored and released in an instant was already faintly approaching that of her eldest brother, who excelled in magic…?
This situation left no room for Ailer to continue underestimating her opponent.
But the anomalies did not stop there.
The golden ring swirled, forming an existence like a passage.
—And from within the passage, a slender foot enveloped in golden light slowly stepped out.
Uh…? A foot?
First the foot.
Then the calf.
The calf led the entire person slowly into view.
Until Ailer clearly saw the appearance of the person walking out, she was even more dumbfounded.
A child…?
Unclothed, yet every part of her body except her head was wrapped in golden light, replacing clothing.
Golden hair cascaded over her body, and as it collided with the golden particles, magical power surged like splashes of water.
Ailer judged her as a child mainly because her height might not reach one meter fifty, possibly even shorter.
But that cute face was, Ailer felt, just a kind of deception…
Her eyes were gently closed, her expression stoic; yet all of this made it hard to align her with her appearance, instinctively making one feel that she was not a child but a certain ancient creature that had undergone endless hardships.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
As her light golden eyelashes fluttered, they stirred up magical particles of inconceivable concentration.
The “little child” seemed a bit unaccustomed to looking at her little hands, softly shaking her head and sighing.
“Ah… sure enough… still not complete…”
“What on earth are you rambling about?”
Ailer had never felt like this before.
—Her instincts told her to get out of here quickly!
It was only because she had trained her body to the limit that Ailer could receive such instinctive feedback.
But…
The more she felt this way, the more her heartbeat and battle intent surged!
Because… this deity seemed to be showing her tangible form?!
In other words… the battle that couldn’t continue just now could be resumed now?!
Then fleeing now would be a huge loss!
This is the essence of a “War Maniac”.
She preferred a delightful battle over information.
“Haha…! Come on, come on! Let’s fight!”
“Pitiful Demon Race…”
“!”
Ailer jumped up, throwing a punch toward the golden, expressionless little girl surrounded by the golden light.
What happened next brought Ailer immense joy.
The defense barrier formed by golden particles… surprisingly blocked her punch.
“Ha… isn’t this pretty strong?! Come on, give it more effort, Lord Deity!”
“……”
The fist did not just stop after hitting the defense barrier once.
Ailer could actually continue to exert force mid-air without a foothold; her six wings allowed her to hover, and her fist kept pushing, trying to break through the defense formed by the golden particles.
As Ailer’s smile grew wilder.
The golden barrier actually began to show cracks, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.
But.
Aimeres still showed no additional expression.
Even as the fist approached the golden light closer, she didn’t raise her head to look at the war-crazed opponent.
Just when the balance of the fight seemed to lean completely toward Ailer, as the fist was about to hit the deity…
The sky darkened.
The fiery clouds in the sky extinguished.
The approaching fist also lost its momentum to continue pushing forward.
That was because the deity parted her lips, uttering the name of an ancient spell.
【Thunder Kill】
A subtle lightning bolt suddenly appeared, crossing before Aimeres, extending beyond the Church to the distant end of the sky.
Soon, the sound of dripping blood echoed.
Ailer’s mouth bled as she coughed out a mouthful of blood, slowly widening her eyes in disbelief as she looked down at the place where the lightning appeared.
Right in front of her.
The flickering lightning struck true, piercing through her heart.
The sudden lightning was unavoidable.
“I warned you long ago, I said it from the very start.” Aimeres still did not raise her gaze, looking expressionlessly ahead, “Do not attempt to defy the deity.”
