Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1049: The Unfathomable Power Of The Paradise Warriors

Orion ascended into the sky, stopping mid-air with his eyes locked on the possessed gods’ chosen before him.

Below, the four-legged shapeshifted warrior who had torn through the roof now stood, blocking the advance of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City’s gods’ chosen. They halted in their tracks, their faces a mix of disbelief and fear as they watched the scene unfold above.

Orion knew they wouldn’t dare make a move now.

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He rose higher, his gaze sweeping across the sprawling expanse of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City. With a deep breath, he amplified his voice, letting it reverberate across the sky, “I AM A WARRIOR FROM PARADISE, SENT TO END THE REBELLION OF THE FLAMINGO RUNAWAY CITY’S NOBLES AND LEADERS AND TO AVENGE THEIR ATROCITIES! ONCE THE MALEVOLENT SPIRIT BEAST THEY SUMMONED TO FEAST ON THEIR OWN PEOPLE IS DESTROYED, THEY WILL ALL BE ELIMINATED!”

His voice echoed through the air, reverberating across the sky; the echoes of his proclamation reached every corner of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City, stirring the hearts of its inhabitants.

The gods’ chosens below paled in fear. They knew that resisting now would mark them as allies of the treacherous leaders, sealing their fate alongside the convicted nobles. Suddenly, they dropped their Gearweavers and fell to their knees, surrendering.

The rescued denizens, who had been returning to the residential areas, could no longer contain their emotions. They cried out, revealing the horrors the nobles inflicted upon them and condemning the leaders for failing to protect them. They told how Paradise had uncovered the conspiracy and saved them from certain death. The news spread like wildfire, and everyone who heard it was shocked and disbelieving.

…

Meanwhile, within a building in the Royal Cave at the head of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City, Commander Edmar’s eyes fluttered open as the announcement reached his ears. “They failed,” he muttered, his lips morphing into a frown.

After his defeat, Paradise decided to spare his life, leaving him to heal on his own, under the watchful eye of one of their warriors. Although no one had told him anything, as a gods’ chosen who had served as a Commander for several decades, he could discern their intentions. However, that didn’t mean he would cooperate, especially after his humiliating defeat.

He couldn’t tell whether Paradise was overconfident in their strength or simply foolish for sparing him. To uncover the truth, he had secretly sent a coded message containing information about the special individuals Emperor Greroth had trained in secret techniques to the nobles. He had learned of their rebellion plans and hoped this act would shift the tide in their favour.

The Paradise warriors were vigilant; any wrong move could have cost him his life. Fortunately, his familiarity with the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City gave him the edge to send the message without detection. Yet, his efforts seemed to have failed, as Paradise still managed to uncover the plan.

Edmar’s brow suddenly furrowed as a chilling thought crossed his mind. Perhaps Paradise had known about the brewing rebellion from the beginning and had allowed it to escalate, using it as a pretext to overthrow the existing Trekking Flamingo Runaway City authorities. This way, they could seize control without the burden of suppressing numerous more minor uprisings unless they chose to eliminate everyone within the Runaway City.

Edmar swallowed hard, realizing the depth of Paradise’s strategy.

They had been outplayed at their own game.

Even if Paradise had known about the plan from the beginning, it didn’t change the fact that they had chosen to proceed-and utterly failed.

As these thoughts passed through Edmar’s mind, he gritted his teeth in frustration.

…

All the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City’s leaders trembled when they heard the voice. They understood that Paradise had seen through their feigned ignorance of the rebellion orchestrated by the nobles, and now they would pay the price with their lives.

As for the nobles, especially those of the House of Arickham and Solon, who were being held separately from the rest of the captured aristocracy, they knew that none of them would survive the day.

…..

Within the Midnight Butcher Bar, Kerensa lay on the ground, her four legs hunched under her. Beside her sat an Aarakocra dressed in feminine attire, surrounded by bowls of mixed herbs lined up before her. Neither of them moved, their eyes wide with shock and astonishment.

“I should have known it was the leaders behind this,” the Aarakocra said, her voice tinged with anger and disappointment. “Didn’t they consider the repercussions on the denizens before committing such an atrocity?”

As a healer who had retired from working at the Royal Cave and with the nobles, she had chosen to spend the rest of her life in the Lower Wards, using her abilities to tend to those who needed treatment but couldn’t afford it.

Because of this, she was one of the most renowned healers in the Lower and Middle Wards. She had heard about the strange disappearances of Dragmins around the residential areas and had treated others poisoned like Kerensa.

Initially, she had suspected the mysterious force called Paradise. However, after hearing Kerensa’s explanation of how Paradise’s warriors had saved her from their own Runaway City’s gods’ chosens, and with the undeniable announcement, she realized just how wrong she had been.

Suddenly, Kerensa tried to push herself up to stand on her four hooves, but the healer immediately grasped her hand and pulled her back down. “Where do you think you’re going? If they discover you’re connected to one of the noble families, you’ll be eliminated along with the others,” the healer warned.

“But-” Kerensa stammered, struggling to find a response, but the healer cut her off.

“It’s too late. You’d be better off severing any ties you have with them. And if you choose to leave, what do you think will happen to those in the Midnight Butcher Bar? Given the number of enemies you’ve made, I doubt they’ll get through even one night in peace, especially once everyone learns about your identity.” The healer shook her head and released her grip.