Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1043: The Arrival Of Paradise's Warriors



Not wanting to take any risks, nine of the gods' chosen dashed towards the Midnight Butcher Bar, some entering through the windows, others through the broken door, attempting to divert the attention of whoever the assailant was, thereby increasing their chances of emerging victorious.

Outside, three gods' chosen remained, cautiously approaching the injured Kerensa, attempting to find an opportunity to strike.

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!

Seven bodies flew from the windows and the bar's front entrance, hurtling toward the three

gods' chosens outside. They were alert this time, so they swiftly dodged the flying bodies heading in their direction.

BAM!! BAM!!

As the bodies collided heavily with the ground, lifeless, another terrible chill spread through the hearts of the remaining three gods' chosens when they saw the severed limbs and the array of swords and daggers embedded in their foreheads, throats, and eyes.

It was a horrifying scene!

Nine gods' chosen had been dispatched effortlessly, with no signs of battle, and had died so quickly. This sight filled their hearts with a profound dread similar to the terror they had felt on the day of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City's subjugation.

Witnessing this shocking scene, Kerensa was momentarily stunned. Yet, realizing that whoever this formidable, mysterious individual was, they were clearly on the side of the Midnight Butcher Bar, she could no longer hold back. So she shouted desperately, "Hey, WHOSEVER YOU ARE, I NEED YOUR HELP TO DEAL WITH THE REMAINING ONES OUTSIDE!" Her vision doubled, and it took immense effort to control the pain searing through her lungs. Without hesitation, the remaining gods' chosens turned around in fear. They attempted to flee, but before they could make a move, the weapons embedded in the corpses around them sprang to life. They cleaved through vital organs with swift accuracy before pinning their bodies to the ground.

Hiss! Kerensa drew in a deep, silent breath, her body tense with uncertainty. It was hard to tell whether her unease stemmed from the dreadful scene that had just unfolded or the poison tearing through her lungs. Suddenly, her senses flared, and she turned sharply to see the figure emerging from the bar.

"You!!" The sight of the figure left her stuttering, her lips sealed in shock. At first, the image before her seemed to flicker in triplicate, but she managed to steady her vision. The mysterious cloaked figure had stepped out with his hood lowered, revealing his full features. Her mind replayed the recent events in a whirlwind of disbelief, but she shook the thoughts away, grappling with the impossibility of it all. Unless...

She recalled a piece of information she had received days before.

"Are... you from Paradise?" Kerensa's voice trembled as she fixed her gaze on the man who stood before her, intensely scrutinizing her condition.

Hearing her words, Orion nodded, "Yes, I am a warrior from Paradise. I was dispatched to investigate the brewing rebellion within the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City. Initially, our strategy was to bide our time, gathering intelligence on all involved in this ongoing crisis. However, with the rebels growing more desperate by the day, we are left with no choice but to intervene and put an end to this horrible situation."

As Orion concluded his explanation, he felt satisfied with his delivery.

Hearing his words, Kerensa, struggling to maintain her balance, lost control and collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. Her four powerful legs buckled beneath her, and her Gearweaver sword clattered away to the side.

Despite the intense pain, her gaze remained locked on the man before her. Initially, she thought the cloaked man was just another noble trying to gain public favour for political or personal reasons, perhaps with a powerful guardian in tow, which was why she called for help. She had never expected that this figure was responsible for the deaths of thirteen gods' chosens-or that he was a Warrior from Paradise.

"You don't seem well, Miss Kerensa. Let me assist you inside so you can rest and arrange for a healer to treat you," Orion offered, his eyes taking in the blood on her palm and her quivering form.

Suddenly, Kerensa's disoriented senses flared as she detected two figures swiftly approaching. She instinctively gripped her weapon and watched as they landed beside her.

These newcomers wore rugged armour, a blend of metal and thick, leather-like material. Their black masks, covered their heads to their chins. Strange, slender bracelets adorned their wrists, and an oddly strapped, bulky weapon hung from their backs and waists.

It took only a few glances for Kerensa to recognize that these individuals were not from the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City but were unmistakably from Paradise.

They both approached. "We've dealt with the remaining crisis and received information regarding the location where the Dagmins are being held hostage. We came to inform you and see whether you would also want to come along," one of the warriors said, carefully choosing his words and remembering the information Stronghold Leader Seth disclosed.

They weren't burdened by the Supreme Leader's presence but were exhilarated, especially after hearing the plan. Since the beginning, when they ascended to the sky, establishing Paradise, some of them were tasked with harvesting the Vylkr vines from below and sending them to Paradise, while others were dispatched to the Outward Stronghold to harvest the Vylkr alloys, and others to keep an eye on the leaders of each Runaway City and help capture the spies in secret so as not to reveal their presence and force them into hiding once more.

While the tasks were thrilling and presented a unique opportunity to broaden their horizons -each of the three Runaway Cities being a civilization unto itself-they were also eager to demonstrate their prowess. They wanted to face the best opponents available and solidify the reputation of Paradise's formidable warriors.

Orion nodded, recognizing the reason for their delay. He had spent some time extracting information from the remaining gods' chosens he had captured in the bar. As a result, he was fully aware of where the Dragmins were being held.

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