Chapter 702 - 700: Please, You’re Really Weak

"Hilia can hear what you’re saying."

Rose crossed his arms and leaned back, while Spiritual Power condensed a column behind him for support.

Haroldias didn’t care: "So what?"

"She’s the Holy Daughter of the Holy Court, you know about the Holy Court, right?"

"Holy Court?" Haroldias sneered, "It’s the new Divine Hall misled by Zeus, after misconstruing countless histories, spreading misrepresented histories instead of Zeus. Hmph, that old thing speaks nicely, claiming to unify the Pantheon, but ends up monopolizing belief by himself."

Haroldias and Ethel were entirely different; while Ethel always kept things hidden, Haroldias revealed everything on his own without being asked.

Upon reflection, it’s understandable.

Though Ethel disliked Zeus, he hadn’t been as unfortunate as Haroldias, who was plotted against by Zeus, bearing immense resentment towards him; anything regarding Zeus, Haroldias would disclose without hesitation.

As for things not said yet, it’s just a matter of time.

Of course, Rose was an enemy too, and Haroldias wouldn’t keep talking endlessly, only stopping when necessary.

Rose sensed Hilia’s hesitance, amused.

He knew what Hilia wanted to do.

She merely wanted to come out and personally inquire Haroldias about matters concerning the Holy Court.

However, with Haroldias like this, it seemed Hilia’s plan was bound to fail.

He only spoke with those whose power was similar to or stronger than his; Hilia was just a minor fourth-tier being, akin to an ant in his eyes. He might respond a little when in a good mood but ignore her when in a bad one, like now.

Moreover, should Hilia manage to ask her questions, Rose thought her emotions might fluctuate drastically...no, there would be only decline.

It’s apt to let Hilia feel the danger of the Gods, to shatter her illusions, preparing her for future resistance against them.

Still, only to feel slightly; too much might lead her to existential doubt, like her most pressing question — the true role Holy Daughters serve in the Gods’ plans and their attitudes toward such a role.

Should Haroldias truly reveal these, Hilia might be undone.

Even if she wants to know, it must wait, letting her first digest the Gods’ attitudes.

Therefore, Rose decided to end the conversation therapy, raising his hand as numerous Spiritual Power tendrils emerged and charged towards Haroldias.

"I won’t sit here waiting!"

Haroldias shouted, charging to meet the Spiritual Power.

Half a minute later, Rose bound Haroldias tightly, then crossed the space barrier with him to the Sealed Land within the Endless Abyss.

Ethel, busy moving bricks, sensed a familiar aura fluctuation approaching, quickly put down the cold stone, changed clothing, and leisurely flew over, looking at the figure revealed after Rose released his bindings.

"Hey? It’s actually you, Haroldias, you’re not dead."

Haroldias raised his head towards the voice, hesitating slightly.

"Sea God Ethel, you..."

He hesitated, unsure, "Could it be during the sealing, they accidentally sealed you as well?"

As a sealing participant, upon entering, he knew well what this place was.

Ethel frowned, displeased: "The way you came in is the same way I did."

Haroldias paid no heed to Ethel’s anger, said: "Since we’re here, why not team up against Rose? Although we can’t leave, defeating him would make it better here."

"You’ve got no body, no Divine Format, how to fight?"

"That’s easy."

Rose reached out and grabbed the space beside him.

Soon, Haroldias’s body took shape.

"Though this body lacks a Divine Format, it lets you exert power akin to possessing one. Come on, show me how weak Main Gods are."

Haroldias was thrust into the newly created body, still adjusting; upon hearing, he raged, "Hmph, earlier I was vulnerable, giving you an opening, having a body and Divine Power — you think you can oppose us? Don’t forget, you were once defeated by us!"

Rose paid no mind, looked at Ethel, "Now’s a good time for revenge, scared?"

"There’s no ’fear’ in my dictionary."

Ethel rushed over, standing beside Haroldias, looking at him.

"Ready?"

Feeling almost like his prime body’s power, Haroldias showed no smile.

Because, this body was seemingly casually created by Rose.

Regardless if he invested effort, the mere act of enabling powers akin to having a Divine Format without actually having one — upon careful thought, wasn’t something he could contend.

Haroldias pondered internally, yet outwardly nodded, "I’m set, let’s go."

"Rose, ready yourself!"

Though there was no ocean here, Rose could hearing the ocean surf.

Waves faintly emerged before him, sweeping towards him.

Simultaneously, differing scenes of vitality and decay appeared on either side of him, echoing their forces, pressing towards the center where Rose stood.

The waves seemingly enhanced life and death, exhibited more grandeur and peril.

Yet, Rose calmly raised his hand, reached out, and pinched the void.

In an instant, the waves, vitality, and decay vanished.

"Not bad, keep it up."

When first passing, there was no perception of anything, no concept of the Twelve Main Gods’ power level; Rose needed informational supplementation.

Now, with the appearance of Haroldias, together with Ethel, this perfectly filled the gap.

Though Zeus was likely to become stronger, familiarizing oneself with Main Gods’ strength was beneficial.

Whoosh!

Buzz—!

Ethel and Haroldias launched a new wave of attacks. This time, Ethel acted as support, letting Haroldias be the main attacker.

Nonetheless, the forces of life and death couldn’t shake Rose, being continually crushed.

Moments later, Haroldias ceased the attack, speaking calmly: "Enough, no more fighting, this body is just average. Were I in full prime, you wouldn’t stand a chance."

"No more fight?" Rose massaged his fists: "You think that’s final?"

"You, what do you plan to do?"

"It’s my turn now."

Boom!

...

Elf Royal City, somewhere.

Hilia gazed at Lana before her, and the ’tree’ floating above her.

Similar to the Divine Relic Phil obtained, differing as Phil’s was a withered branch while Lana’s remained lush throughout.

With limited botanical understanding, Hilia couldn’t identify the plant.

"Is this the Divine Relic Lana acquired from that Subspace?"

Hilia pondered briefly, reached out to hold Lana’s hand, Spiritual Power’s threads slowly infiltrating her body, intending to assess her condition.

Yet suddenly, an unfamiliar force emerged, swiftly invading Hilia’s mind.

The girl’s eyes rolled back, fainting atop Lana, leaving Nara behind looking bewildered.

"Oh no! Something major has happened!"