Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 938 Commander Sy’ra’s Shocking Defeat

“Energy Level – 1,805 BEM.”

After testing the Energy Mask on various warriors, including Seig, his lieutenant, and the Four-Eared Elves’ gods chosens, and with Seraphina’s prior explanations, he had deduced the base energy measurements for each rank.

One-star warriors had energy levels below 100 BEM, two-star warriors ranged from 101 to 700 BEM, three-star warriors fell between 701 and 2,000 BEM, four-star warriors were between 2,001 and 5,000 BEM, and five-star warriors, based on Stronghold Leader Zogar’s strength reading, were approximately 5,001+ BEM.

Orion didn’t have further information on energy levels above five-star, but he believed they should be at least 10,001+ BEM.

Seeing that the orc before him was weaker than Seraphina and some of his wives, Orion lost interest in her. However, he was still curious about her abilities, considering she had just soared into the sky by stepping into the air.

“Which god do you serve?” Orion asked, his voice booming out of his mask. Since a denizen of the Runaway City below him was before him, he decided to extract as much information as possible.

Realizing that the being before her had ignored her question, Commander Sy’ra’s brows creased in annoyance. Her frown deepened further when she heard his words.

“We don’t serve any god. If we did, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Besides, even if we wanted to, gods are nothing but myths and legends now. I don’t understand why you would ask such a ridiculous question. You weren’t sent by the Sleeping Fox Runaway City, were you?” Commander Sy’ra responded, her gaze fixed on the mysterious masked being before her.

She was very suspicious of his identity, and after his words, she realized he wasn’t sent by the Sleeping Fox Runaway City to attack them.

He must have come from somewhere else.

Her mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation for the arrival of this mysterious figure. She could think of only one possibility: the Vylkr Veil phenomenon.

She guessed that this man might be responsible for the Vylkr Veil phenomenon or that he had come here for the Divine artefact and was trying to get rid of them to eliminate any witnesses.

How outrageous!

The audacity to think he possessed such power irked her to her very gut.

“I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to communicating with people from the outside world,” Orion responded, then added, “Also, you can rest assured that I wasn’t sent here by the Sleeping Fox Runaway City. I came here on my own authority. Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

Feeling a deep anger rising within her, Commander Sy’ra swiftly controlled her emotions. Since this mysterious being wasn’t sent by the Sleeping Fox Runaway City and seemed willing to talk, she decided to use the opportunity to her advantage and stall until their Runaway City entered shell’s defence mode.

“I am Commander Sy’ra, Chief of Security and Commander of the gods’ chosen of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City,” Commander Sy’ra introduced herself.

‘Chief of Security and Commander of the gods’ chosen,’ Orion pondered, realizing that she was similar to Stronghold Leader Seth and Zogar in their respective Strongholds.

Just as she was about to continue, Orion swiftly interrupted her.

Orion’s voice resonated with a chilling confidence. “I understand your loyalty to your city, but trust is not easily earned. I will judge for myself if your city is protected by a divine being. If not, I will bear the consequences. If you choose to obstruct me, I suggest you reconsider. I am much stronger than you are,” Orion replied, guessing why she had confronted him.

He gathered the lightning in the heavens again, ready to unleash his attack.

Noticing his actions, Commander Sy’ra frowned, her eyes deepening as she tightened her grip on her club. She activated her Devourer’s bracelet, and her energy level sped under Orion’s gaze.

“Energy level – 1,807 BEM.”

“You don’t know my strength yet, but you are confident you can defeat me. Why don’t we see if you have the strength to back up your words,” Commander Sy’ra replied, sensing her Gearweaver roaring to life as the Vylkr energy surged through it. Then, the spikes on it began to spin and rotate around it irregularly.

Just as Commander Sy’ra was about to advance, her body was halted by a bolt of lightning, rendering her immobile. Her expression was horrified as she realized that she had underestimated the prowess of her opponent.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. Her mind was blank, and a scent of burnt flesh filled her nostrils as she descended towards the ground.

A raging lightning storm filled her ears, and the only thing that surrounded her vision was a mysterious being seemingly forged from lightning standing within it.

A god? A demigod? A divine apostle?

Commander Sy’ra didn’t have time to ponder it before she fellowshiped with darkness.

Below,

Meanwhile, a few minutes after her Commander rose to confront their assailant in the sky, Captain Freya observed her Commander falling from the sky like lightning.

BOOM!! BANG!!

A thunderous sound resounded through the atmosphere as her Commander smashed against the steel floor of the Citadel, tearing through it like a piece of paper and causing her to descend further down, all the way to the back of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City.

“SY’RA!!” Mistress Isolde screamed in fright, snapping everyone out of their shocked thoughts.

Mistress Isolde swiftly arrived at the spot where Commander Sy’ra had landed and immediately jumped into the hole to reach her quickly.

Queen Eleanora and the other leaders arrived shortly after and were horrified to see how deep the hole was and to see Commander Sy’ra’s condition.

“Will she be okay?” Mistress Sylvana’s voice quivered as she asked the question on everybody’s mind.

However, none of them dared to respond as they all didn’t know if she would even be able to survive the attack she had received.

Within their gaze, they observe Mistress Isolde leaping out of the hole, Commander Sy’ra’s bulking, towering figure leaning against her back.