Novel Full Chapter 349: You Lose
Chapter 349: You Lose
’Fanatics… I should have known.’ Wrinkles appeared on Godfrey’s nose, between his eyes, as his face contorted.
’They’re all the same, willing to become the abominations Cain proposed for them to be. Our world may not be fair, but this?’
He took a deep breath, the muscles of a Tier 35.2 Titled god bulging as he exerted mana to every part of his body.
’This is rubbish! I refuse to let this happen! I refuse to let these kind of people walk, to breathe the same air I do. I might not be king to earth, but a king is a king, even more than that. No human can morally accept what this woman just did.’
His eyes gleamed.
’It’s the most inhumane thing. Since she decides to be a beast, I’ll treat her as one.’
Godfrey clenched his teeth.
Miquella stood on top of a three-hundred-foot-tall wall like a queen about to pronounce judgment.
Beside her was her judge, who lowered its hand.
“Enough!” Godfrey’s voice rang as the Immortal Armour appeared, not covering his body, but behind the executioner.
It formed a massive sword and sliced off the executioner’s head right as the executioner lifted up his axe.
“One down…”
The Immortal Armour spun its waist and unleashed consecutive sword beams, slashing through the other executioners in a storm of cuts.
In the next moment, Godfrey, who had broken the chains, was clad in the Immortal Armour.
“Restrain!” the Judge ordered, and a pillar of wind fell on Godfrey. Its pressure was enough to affect a mountain or even crush a portion of it.
Despite that, Godfrey leaped.
The crest of his helmet unleashed blue flames that coated the plume.
He blasted flames from both hands as he ran vertically on the wall.
The judge came close to the edge, it had to see its target and that was all Godfrey needed.
The moment the judge looked down, Godfrey suddenly teleported.
Lately, he discovered skills were assets, and most times using them in a timely manner might decide the winner or loser.
This wasn’t a school fight where they spammed skills. Each casual skill could be the decider in true combat.
He reappeared right below the Judge with greater momentum due to the teleportation.
“For you, I will show no mercy.”
A longsword manifested in his hand, and Godfrey swung it upward as he flickered past the judge.
The judge desperately wanted to ask a question many of Godfrey’s opponents had asked.
How?
But its head fell off the wall.
The entire place crumbled, and everyone found themselves in the orphanage once more.
Miquella’s face contorted as she swayed.
Godfrey, who also recovered, plunged his sword into the ground and burst forward, eyes locked on Miquella.
Still clad in the Immortal Armour, he appeared above her, eyes gleaming with nothing but loathing, his fists raised for a punch as his voice rang.
“No! You dare not fall! I have given no such command.”
The power of his blow was so much that Miquella was actually drawn toward his fist—it literally pulled her in!
When his fist connected with her face, everything went black for Miquella.
She couldn’t even hear the sound of her head bursting as she was launched through the wall.
She tore through the orphanage’s walls, through two towering buildings, before crashing beside a street lamp. Seeing this, people in the area quickly fled, thinking it was a beast attack.
Godfrey teleported several times and appeared before her headless corpse, which grew before his eyes, but she aged drastically.
He killed Miquella’s summon; that should either make her a normal human or she would die, but that didn’t work.
After consuming the Resurrection Plant, Miquella’s summon must have somehow gained the skill of Resurrection.
Could Fanatics do that?
Eat people’s summons and gain their innate skills?
The question of whether they could or not didn’t matter, not right now, because he did not know the lifespan of Miquella’s summon.
Meaning she could keep resurrecting for who knew how long.
Seeing the look on his face, Miquella laughed maniacally.
“You lose.”
She swiftly used the Eclipsal State and gained the power of a Titled god.
Her body changed as she grew taller, her outfit changed too, and a cloth wrapped around her eyes, binding her sight.
“Godfrey Pendragon, I hereby—!”
“One…”
Godfrey slammed his open palm into her face, sealing her mouth as he lifted her up and slammed her into the ground so hard the foundations of nearby buildings nearly gave way and he wasn’t using his full strength.
“I’m not the one who lost. You did.”
Godfrey pumped mana into the blue flames he manifested from both palms, turning them purple.
Miquella’s Eclipsal State flesh burned off in layers from the heat alone!
“Wait, wait, what is that… Argghh!”
She screamed as he blasted the flames at her.
It completely incinerated Miquella until ash barely remained. This cost him one core!
It took a lot of mana to produce that purple flame. No wonder the Phoenix ran out of mana so fast.
Godfrey stood there, looking at where Miquella once was.
Looking around, he discovered he might have lost it.
But how could a mother… do such a thing?
Even now, Godfrey couldn’t give a proper response, but the time was coming when he would wipe out those Fanatics.
He would hunt them down and erase them. They were Cain’s foundation.
Once they were down, Cain would be much weaker.
Upon returning to the orphanage, Godfrey found the old man was still alive… barely.
He rushed toward him.
“D… Did you….”
“I did.” Godfrey said quickly, not willing to wait for the old man to finish. “Allow me to take the damage, it’s too weak to affect me.”
The old man agreed, and Godfrey used Grief Transfer to take the old man’s wounds. It was a miracle the old man was still alive as he thought the old man was long dead.
He would have had it not been for Grief Transfer, Progenitor Tier skill.
Godfrey went around doing the same thing for the orphans that were injured.
For an orphanage, especially one like this, it didn’t take long for Sarah to be buried.
Godfrey made sure he was there throughout, while Mountain personally dug the grave.
Standing there, amongst the kids at the funeral, taught Godfrey one thing.
He had to be extra prepared for the Ruination, or risk more losses.
At least here, he was able to curb the damage.
Imagine when he couldn’t do anything but just watch everyone die… his loved ones die.
Clearing these dungeons was the duty of the Pathan knights.
Now they were here.
Now the king was with them.
What was stopping them from clearing these gates, now they were closable, and getting stronger in the process?
It was time to gather the entire noble knights for a raid.