MoC 61

61

Nighttime, the place was quiet, only the steps of the guards and adventurers strolling could be heard. The environment was weary and it was the exact opposite of the atmosphere last night.

Within just 24 hours, a lot happened in the Capital and the population was afraid. They hide inside their houses, the enemies were unknown and they couldn't do anything but duck in the hole, covering their shivering bodies.

They hoped that they would live to see the sun tomorrow.

The Knights were forcing the people to stay in the same place but they didn't accept it. They knew that thousands of the people who protested earlier were now buried in the ground. They didn't want that, this was the reason why they were staying in their own houses.

Even the criminals and beggars were silently praying in the alleys.

They were oblivious but they were not stupid. They knew that another disaster would come. Their intuitions were telling them. They clasped their hands and called their Goddesses.

"Marlon... Father will kill me if you die. Don't ever f*cking die!!"

Dylan swear. He was waiting outside the abandoned building. The entrance was releasing dangerous ambiance and his brother was still inside. Dozens of hours passed but Marlon was not appearing. Dylan was anxious, his brother was a monster but he knew that even a monster could die.

*Crash!!!*

The ground was starting to shake, he fell and touched a pillar to regain his footing. An earthquake had appeared.

"What's happening!?"

He shouted. The tremor was getting stronger and Dylan was turning pale. He gazed at the entrance, he didn't know what going on inside. The building would fall at any time. However, he decided that he would stay. His brother was doing his job while believing that his older brother was waiting.

As the oldest brother, he won't let Marlon be left alone.

While he was busy holding the pillar, he didn't see a man was coming at him.

......

"W- What are you doing!? This is blasphemy!! You are hindering the will of the Light!!!!! "

The follower said, his chest was wounded and he was on his last breath. They couldn't believe that a single person massacred them. They had a couple of Intermediate but he killed all of them.

Marlon was standing and his body was bleeding. Sliced and stabs were visible. In Marlon's white clothing, the scarlet color was greatly obvious.

He was breathing ruggedly, his lungs were asking for more air. He killed all of the followers but it reached 7 hours. It was the longest seven hours that he experienced.

The bottles of potion that he reserved were empty. He didn't know how he lived, he only remembered that he swings his sword nonstop while drinking the potion when he was in danger. He almost lost his life many times, it was not an exaggeration. He was stabbed many times, it was a miracle how he lives.

Maybe the Bloodline of his ancestors was helping him. It was known that their family had high survivability. They could live even if they received a direct hit from a Calling of True Name... Ehem.

Perhaps, the Fillan could attain a Bloodline Uniqueness. They would become more formidable if that happened. Note that Uniqueness was hereditary and they could pass it on to the next generations.

He used his sword to stand, he was tired, so tired. The man laughed, he could brag this thing to his friends.

He looked at the platform, the sculpture was shining and it was mesmerizing. Any man could feel the divinity of the sculpture, and they would surely kneel down if they see it.

However, Marlon was not part of it. After all, he saw the corpses of women lying on the platform. Their blood had become the fuel to create another destruction.

Marlon was shivering, he didn't have the strength to move. And even if he could, he knew that he couldn't salvage this situation.

"It looks like I'll die here. Hehe, I just fought a hundred enemies and I survived but this statue will just kill me… how funny. "

He said. The pulse of energy was like a small earthquake.

*Thud.…*

The shaking was starting to get stronger.

*Thud! Thud!*

"Ugh!"

Marlon was on the ground, the injuries were soaked with sweat and dirt. He understood that a great calamity would strike the Capital and this one was stronger compared to the other.

......….

If Marlon was outside, he would surely hear that all of the people were now shouting and screaming. Even the nobles in the Palace were struggling to stand because of the earthquake.

The land was cracking and the lights were showing beneath. Yuusha was looking at the window, the darkness was changing to light.

His imagination was saying that there was an atomic bomb under the ground… It was a crazy metaphor but it was not unbelievable. He was in a world where Mana and Aura were the norms.

He even knew that a Goddess could destroy a country by a whim. It was a f*cked up world, and he met a lot of insanity. He was not confident if his Aura Form could endure this…

........

Together with Julian, Aria was staring at the light. She was frightened, Christopher went in that direction. Her eyes never leave the scene, she wanted to show that she was not afraid, just like her lover. She faced the incoming doom believing in him.

......

Aquila's favorite tea fell on the floor, it cracked and he kicked his tongue.

"I think I can relate why my ancestors called the Light as b*tch. She was a crazy woman, she's the worst Goddess. Much worse than the Dark Side and the Goddess of the Sea. I'm confused how this kind of Goddess has the largest religion. She was a demon to the core. "

Aquila said the Goddess of Light was a crazy whore. And this whore would destroy the Empire that he built.