Fallen Chronicles

Chapter 122 Chapter 122: Fight! Fight!

‘Madness! Complete madness!’

‘This world had gone utterly mad!’

‘Two supreme beings descending simultaneously? What made this small Sealed City so special?’

From the moment Suthia’s figure became clear in the holy light, Roca was jolted to full awareness. He had belittled Suthia in front of Roland because in the Old Alliance, among the five highest spirits corresponding to professions, the “Cleric Class” Forgotten Spirit was the least desired for summoning. They typically had low combat strength and few offensive abilities, which is why Suthia was ranked at the bottom in the ‘Old Alliance’ supreme beings.

But even the lowest of the supreme beings was still a supreme being. They could be privately scorned, criticized, or looked down upon, but facing them was another matter entirely!

Roca didn’t just stand there foolishly, let alone continue to attack Roland’s family. He made the most correct decision: ‘Run!’

Fortunately, the Holy Kingdom’s goddess didn’t pursue him, because as he had expected, the Empress, who was already in the Sealed City, appeared immediately.

Taking advantage of the two supreme beings being distracted by each other, Roca successfully escaped, as they had no time to bother with a minor character like him.

Sadly, he might have escaped once or twice, but this third time…

“It’s you!?” Rounding a corner in a small alley, Roca saw a Wolf demi-human leaning against the wall, as if waiting for someone.

As he got closer, Roca expressed surprise, recognizing this figure as the subordinate who had just “led” him to Roland.

“Boss, you made it out too, that’s great!”

The subordinate happily approached Roca. Roca, disinterested and planning to continue his escape, didn’t pay much attention.

Then…

Thud!*

The sound of a blunt object piercing flesh echoed, followed by a sudden loss of strength and a mix of intense pain and confusion. Roca looked down to see a dagger plunged into his heart.

And the owner of the dagger…

Roca: “You bastard!”

Thump*

Roca, with eyes wide in disbelief and unwillingness, collapsed to the ground, dead. He couldn’t accept it; after all, he had managed to evade two supreme beings, only to fall at the hands of his… subordinate?

No.

Indeed, Roca was mistaken because, in reality…

After spitting on Roca’s corpse, the Wolf demi-human pulled out a black and gold rose envelope. This envelope had appeared before, and each time it did, it signified…

“Yes, City Lord, we succeeded. The Goddess has truly descended. What’s next is…”

“Understood!”

The Wolf demi-human reported to the rose letter, and miraculously, new instructions appeared on the previously blank letter.

With new orders from the City Lord, he immediately sprang into action, though he found the new instructions a bit odd.

The instruction was:

-[Quick! Quick! Find a high spot for a good angle to watch them!!]-

The City Lord’s command emphasized urgency with two exclamation marks.

He was already excited, pondering the profound intention behind this seemingly bizarre order. He wondered how his Mistress’ plan that lured two supreme beings could serve a grander purpose.

-In Sin City.

At the top of the Demon Queen’s Tower, in the City Lord’s bedroom.

Lena, the Pink-Haired Succubus, was lying on her soft and comfortable bed, hugging the latest “Renji” model pillow, previously “Cloaked Figure”. Her naked feet, painted with pink nail polish, swung along with her smooth legs.

Additionally, swaying from her perky behind in her current prone position was a flesh-colored, heart-shaped tail.

Lena sipped her drink, her tender red tongue instinctively cleaning the straw, and with her free hand, she grabbed popcorn from a nearby bucket and fed herself.

When the Wolf subordinate finally found the right angle to allow her to clearly see two familiar figures below through his perspective…

Lena’s lips curled into a smile. After another sip of her drink and a mouthful of snacks, the Pink-Haired Succubus clenched her fist, excitedly muttering encouragements for the two figures in the image, her voice echoing in the bedroom.

“Fight! Fight!”

….

“Thia?” Noticing the familiar aura of holy light, the Dragon Empress Nova, arrived swiftly with an expression of a mix of surprise, joy, and confusion, as she looked at the nun-like figure.

“Sister Nova, could you wait a moment, please?” Suthia first apologized to Nova, then used her holy light to heal Roland and his family, ensuring they left for a safe place. After that, she turned back to face Nova, a Big sister she knew all too well.

“Sister Nova, it seems quite bad here. Did master do this? Where is he now? Why can’t I sense Master’s presence?”

Faced with Suthia’s rapid-fire questions, Nova was direct as always: “I’m not sure what master did here. I came because I felt his call. As for his current location…”

Nova showed Suthia the coordinates Karl had given her.

“I see…” Suthia said, appearing thoughtful.

But in the next moment, a black light suddenly condensed in Suthia’s hands, swiftly transforming into an arrow aimed directly at the coordinates in Nova’s hand!

Bang!* .𝒎

The coordinates remained unharmed, quickly secured by Nova, who blocked Suthia’s sudden attack. Nova’s expression changed significantly.

“Thia, what do you mean by this?”

“Sister Nova, you can’t go to Master. That’s what I mean.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t trust you. Perhaps that’s why Master Ashen is avoiding you. So… I can’t let you go!”

Untrusting. Avoiding.

These words visibly affected Nova, her chest heaving with emotion. The patience she had shown towards Suthia seemed to evaporate completely.

Nova didn’t choose to argue further with Suthia and attempted to leave.

But…

When Nova saw Suthia once again blocking her path, her pupils narrowed slightly, and a dangerous aura began to emanate from her violet eyes.

“Are you saying… you want to fight me?” Nova asked coldly.

Perhaps it was the encounter with the assassin in the Dragon Palace, or maybe it was the departure of Karl, or Suthia’s words that stung her, but at this moment, Nova was in a very bad mood.

Others might have been more diplomatic, showing a bit of respect, but Nova wouldn’t. After her previous remark, her next words to Suthia were…

” Are you worthy?”

Nova looked up, her eyes not showing any hint of provocation or sarcasm. It was a simple statement of fact, and that in itself was the most provocative and cutting.

After all, being disregarded as an opponent is worse than being openly insulted. 𝑖𝘦.𝘤𝑜𝘮

This undoubtedly touched Suthia’s most sensitive nerve. The nun lowered her head, her habit obscuring her face, making her expression invisible.

Just as Nova thought Suthia had realized the absurdity of a “Cleric class” challenging a “Vanguard class” and continued walking, intending to pass the stationary nun…

However…

A sudden instinctual warning surged within Nova. Reacting reflexively, she raised her arm, her red scales covering it in an instant. But then…

Zzzap!*

With a sound like a sharp blade slicing through, Nova was still knocked back several meters.

After steadying herself, Nova looked at her right arm, covered in dragon scales that even Lena’s special abilities struggled to penetrate. Astonishingly, there was a scythe mark on the supposedly invincible scales!

Simultaneously…

Suthia’s voice rang out again.

But this time, it wasn’t the gentle tone of a nun.

Instead…

“Heheheh~, Am I worthy now~?”

Her holy nun’s garb transformed into a pitch-black burial gown. Her religious hood was replaced with a bloody red thorn crown, her sea-blue hair now dyed red abyssal black. Holding a terrifying scythe taller than a person, Suthia pointed it directly at Nova.

Witnessing Suthia’s rapid transformation, seemingly shifting from “Cleric class” to “Vanguard class ” in an instant, Nova flicked her wrist, and new scales swiftly covered her arm, repairing the scythe mark.

Nova’s response was simple.

She lifted her chin, her lips barely moving as she enunciated clearly, “That’s it?”

“Hehehe~…”

“So, Sister Nova, that’s why you are my least favorite among the four of them!”

Amidst the low, angry laughter, Suthia swung her giant scythe without any mercy, directing the dark blade towards Nova’s neck, not covered by the dragon scales.

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