Chapter 44: Let Me Comfort Him
Amidst the void, a vast floating continent.
A band of Spartan warriors was furiously assaulting a phalanx of Greek infantry, chaos battling order.
Elsewhere on the continent, elves with unparalleled archery were toying with heavily armored orcs, an adventuring party was hunting a dragon, and a mixed force was attacking a mage tower that pierced the clouds…
War was ubiquitous, the eternal theme of this continent.
Nine golden dragons pulled a war chariot across the sky. A delicate woman, beautiful, pure, and exuding youthful charm, rested her chin on her hand, looking down with interest at scenes that had replayed countless times.
A golden helmet, spear, and shield lay beside her.
If her believers saw the majestic War Goddess, after shedding her armor, in such an innocent and adorable state, they would likely…
Become even more aroused?
The War Goddess Tyberia suddenly raised her brows.
She reached out and stopped the nine-dragon chariot. Ahead, in the space directly in their path, it distorted, and a treant nearly three meters tall appeared.
Its body had almost no neck, its thick limbs resembled tree stumps, and its face was made of ancient bark, giving it a somewhat foolish appearance.
It looked like an old eggplant balanced atop a pot.
“Im-nature!”
The treant roared as soon as it saw Tyberia.
A beautiful and noble elf sat on its shoulder, wearing a moon-white ceremonial robe. The elf spoke coldly, “Lord Olthea asks why you impersonated her to provoke the Empress of Eternal Night?”
Tyberia put on an expression of wronged confusion. “Lord God King said we should unite, so I invited you to fight the Azurevine Empire together… Oh dear, I forgot to send you the letter I wrote.”
Tyberia found a letter in a pile of miscellaneous items and handed it to the treant.
“Im-nature!!!”
The elven priest translated again: “My lady says, please do not underestimate her intelligence, Lady Tyberia. You clearly framed her, deliberately plotted against her, and she was ambushed by the Empress of Eternal Night, causing her to lose a clone.”
The treant tore the letter to shreds and stomped a foot onto the nine-dragon chariot.
The nine golden dragons immediately let out cries of agony and began to fall.
Tyberia snapped her fingers, stopping the chariot’s descent, and asked with feigned astonishment, covering her mouth, “My lady Olthea, you were accidentally ambushed, how can you blame me? I swear to the heavens, this was truly an accident. If you don’t believe me, shall we ask Lord God King to judge this matter?”
Tyberia’s current demeanor, if Roger were present, would surely earn him a thumbs-up and a compliment:
What a top-tier, manipulative green tea bitch, truly a master actress.
Yet, her act seemed to be exactly what countered the God King. The treant’s furious expression suddenly froze.
It spoke through gritted teeth, “Im-nature…”
The elven priest’s pretty face turned red with suppressed emotion. “My lady says, Lady Tyberia, you bitch, you win. She won’t dwell on the matter of the clone. But since we’re fighting united, please hand over half of the life essence you harvested from the empire.”
Tyberia suddenly cried out, “Olthea, don’t be such a robber! I harvested the life essence with my own abilities, why should I give you half?”
The treant clenched its fists, wood chips falling.
I’m the one framed, and you get all the benefits?
But among the Seven Gods, Tyberia ranked third in combat power, while she ranked fourth, and she really couldn’t win.
As for other means, she was no match for this War Goddess.
The treant glared at Tyberia for a long time, then suddenly turned, leaving behind only one sentence: “Im-nature!”
The elven priest quickly translated: “My lady says, the day you, you little bitch, become a public transport, she will definitely be there to mock you!”
“Is that impotent rage?” Tyberia chuckled, covering her mouth. “I also have a message for Lady Olthea, remind your pointy-eared subordinates to prepare for war. That little empress holds a grudge very strongly.”
The treant’s figure froze, then it stomped its foot and shattered the space, leaving.
Tyberia whistled, and the golden chariot continued to move forward.
Her divine kingdom still engaged in endless slaughter, as if nothing had happened…
…
…
City of Mysteries, Northern Great Camp.
The tallying work was soon completed.
The Northern Great Camp had 5,000 city defense troops, 470 temporarily resting officers, and over 1,200 staff of various kinds.
The believers of the Unknown Church chose to detonate themselves during the celebration banquet. Many military bigwigs were present.
Less than 300 city defense troops survived.
The officers, with their stronger abilities, saw one-third die on the spot, and another forty-odd wounded were subsequently finished off by the believers.
The military bigwigs, protected by their personal guards and escorts risking their lives, only lost three people.
Ordinary staff, not being at the center of the explosion, had half of them die.
Although the loss of soldiers was heavy, the empire could accept it.
Losing nearly half of the hard-trained officers meant a severe blow, which would significantly hinder the pace of military expansion.
Coupled with the results of the other two self-detonations within the city, it was understandable that the Empress of Eternal Night would be so enraged that she would directly smash the God of Nature’s place…
After finishing all the tasks he could assist with, Roger looked at the ruins of the great camp, unable to find anything else to busy himself with for the moment.
He didn’t want to be idle.
When he was idle, his vision was filled with those shattered corpses and the relaxed smile of the lieutenant colonel as he delivered the final blows.
Because of faith, they could mercilessly slaughter their comrades with whom they had fought side-by-side?
The gods were truly disgusting and twisted things, turning people into emotionless tools.
In the game, Roger had controlled the protagonist group to kill countless imperial people.
But that was a game, after all.
Now living in the empire, he interacted with living, breathing imperial people full of dreams. Witnessing them slaughtered like ants by the gods, he was truly unsettled.
In the past, he had thought that if things became too unbearable, he would defect to the protagonist group, embrace their destiny, and rely on his knowledge of the plot to at least ensure his own safety, perhaps even thrive.
Now, he felt disgusted by such thoughts.
Was it necessary to do things he knew were wrong, just to survive?
Lying flat didn’t mean becoming a maggot that would do anything to survive.
In his bewilderment, time silently passed midnight.
He naturally did not receive the system’s rewarding “Lying Flat Treasure Chest.”
His “lying flat” state of mind, maintained all day, was shattered by the final divine power storm.
From desperately trying to survive to being lost about the path ahead, all of this violated the original intention of lying flat.
The Empress of Eternal Night had already healed the last of the injured and silently appeared behind Roger.
Seemingly as she expected, Roger’s mind was in turmoil at this moment.
Countless complex thoughts and images, she couldn’t grasp any useful information.
Poor child, he must have been frightened.
Never mind, I am very kind. I’ll comfort him.
The Empress stepped forward, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Roger.
“Lord Dio, are you contemplating the attack today?”
Her sudden voice startled Roger, who quickly turned to bow:
“Your Majesty, please forgive me, I was spacing out!”
“It’s alright. After all, what happened today was too terrifying. You can even discard divine artifacts carelessly, so it’s normal to overlook footsteps.”
The Empress of Eternal Night extended her hand. In her palm was a blue gem that shimmered with a beautiful light.
“Your Majesty, I… I had my reasons!”
With a thud.
Roger looked at the Empress’s face, her emotions unreadable, and knelt on the ground, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat.
This was the Deep Sea Heart Amulet.
It was the Empress’s gift to Roger Charles at Marquis Lacapas’s enfeoffment ceremony.
Now, it had been lent by Lord Dio Brando to Colonel Little Joey Barton…
[Damn, my cover is blown. Her Majesty must know I’m Roger now!]
[What should I do? Her Majesty knows, will she be angry? Her Majesty knows, will she accuse me of deceiving the monarch? Her Majesty knows, will she transport me to another Plane and execute me secretly?]
[Her Majesty is too terrifying. Unlike me, I only pity myself…]
P.S. Im-nature = I’m-nature, God of Nature is the Empress of Eternal Night Groot.
