Chapter 693: A Second Chance to Choose Fate (2)

This was the period right after Goddess Sia disappeared from the world, the era marked by the Mother Goddess and Savior’s fight for supremacy. From the details of the letter, it looked like the war between those two supreme beings had been ongoing for some time now.

The letter in Roel’s pocket was a secret tipoff informing him that the third negotiation between the Savior and the Mother Goddess had broken down and that peace was no longer an option. Sitting at the imminent outbreak of war, the Mother Goddess had decided to take the initiative to attack Roel, the representative of the Kingmaker Clan, for having sat on the fence all this while.

To protect Kingmaker Roel, the Angels, another neutral party in the war who were on close terms with the Kingmaker Clan, had prepared an escape route for him. The author of the letter reminded him to maintain the highest level of vigilance before signing off as ‘Archangel Lamia’.

The name ‘Archangel Lamia’ sounded awfully familiar to Roel, but he couldn’t put his finger on where he had read it.

Nothing was more powerful in relaying that war had already begun than the blood stench and rotting carcasses around him. In such a setting, securing the support of the Kingmaker was of utmost importance—and if one was unable to do so, the natural follow-up was to destroy him at any cost.

That put Roel at a loss.

Before he could decide on his next move, a platoon equipped with shining armor suddenly marched into his vicinity. They quickly noticed him and rushed over.

“Sire Roel, you need to come with us right now. The second wave of assault is about to begin!” the platoon commander urged as he warily scanned the sky.

At the same time, his platoon got into a defensive formation around Roel. It was almost as if they were bodyguards escorting a VIP to safety.

Roel noted that the members of this platoon were shrouded in an angelic light. With this in mind, he quickly churned out appropriate questions to better understand what was happening.

“Lamia sent you here? What’s the current situation?” he asked.

“Please don’t worry, milord. The Mother Goddess’ lackeys are hot on our tail, but Lord Lamia’s camp is just up front. As long as we arrive at the camp before nightfall, the Sun God’s army will cover us,” the platoon commander anxiously replied.

Those words gave Roel a good idea of what was going on.

He could piece together that the Mother Goddess must have noticed his escape and sent soldiers to pursue him. In response, the Angels temporarily struck an alliance with the Sun God, also known as the Savior, in order to protect him.

This temporary alliance made sense, as the Angels weren’t strong enough to deal with the Mother Goddess themselves, and the Savior couldn’t risk the Kingmaker falling under the Mother Goddess’ control.

But there was a single detail here that felt out of place.

Lamia had clearly stated that the Angels were a neutral party in this war, but the subtlety of the platoon commander’s words suggested otherwise. He had termed the Mother Goddess’ army as ‘lackeys’. It was true that the Mother Goddess was currently antagonistic toward them, but still…

Not knowing whether the platoon commander or even the Angels were trustworthy, Roel chose not to probe any deeper lest he alert them, though he made a mental note to keep his guard up. He simply nodded in agreement before fleeing the battlefield under the platoon’s cover.

To be honest, Roel personally saw no difference between the Mother Goddess and the Savior. He had absolutely no interest in getting involved in Their fight, so it hardly mattered to him which side the Angels were on.

That being said, he was still more guarded toward the Mother Goddess than the Savior at the moment, for he possessed the power of the Crown’s Stones.

He didn’t know what kind of position the Six Calamities had in this era, but things could quickly turn ugly if the Mother Goddess found out that he had stolen the power of the Crown’s Stones, especially during this sensitive period.

In contrast, judging by what he had gathered from the memories of the Treant High Priest, Grandar, and the others, the Savior was still considered a sagely ruler before He descended into depravity. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have won the mandate of so many races.

After quickly weighing the pros and cons, Roel decided to steer clear of the Mother Goddess’ influence. As if in response to his thoughts, a powerful mana pulsation suddenly rippled from the sky.

“Shit! It’s an army spell!”

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“Hold your ground!”

Faced with the imminent threat of a large-scale aerial bombardment, the platoon members raised their shields high around Roel as the group frantically sprinted across the carcass-covered plains. Right after they darted beneath a dragon’s carcass, the aerial bombardment began.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ground shook intensely as spears of light rained down from the sky, producing dull thuds upon striking the dragon’s carcass. Blood, flesh, and scales splattered above Roel’s group as they continued rushing forward.

This situation lasted for a long time before the sky finally regained its peace. Roel’s group quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

Seconds later, war cries echoed from the distant horizon behind them.

“It’s reinforcement from the Savior’s army!”

“This is our chance! Let’s go!”

The arrival of reinforcement lessened the pressure on Roel’s group. Making use of this precious opportunity, the group picked up their pace and hurriedly fled from the battlefield. It was only half an hour later that they finally slowed down a little.

Their hearts lightened a little, knowing that they had pulled through the worst. Their nerves had remained taut all this while, be it due to the enemy’s bombardment or the carcasses they had passed by along the way. The gore omnipresent on the battlefield was an assault on the eyes and the nose. It was impossible not to feel heavy-hearted in the presence of such horror.

“How much farther? Don’t we have to reach the base before nightfall?”

“Yes, milord. We’re reaching it soon,” the platoon commander answered with a noticeably relaxed voice.

Roel’s heart was put at ease.

But right after their exchange, the sky suddenly turned dark.

Hm? Is it going to rain?

That was the first thought that occurred to Roel. But when he saw the pale faces of the angels around him, it finally struck him.

The sky didn’t turn dark because it’s going to rain. It turned dark because something happened to the sun.

In just a few short seconds, the setting sun swiftly fell beneath the horizon as if something was pushing it down. Unbeknownst to anyone, a silver moon had already appeared in the sky above.

Roel and the others instantaneously stiffened up.

Under the cold moonlight, they found themselves unable to move at all, as if they had been turned into statues. A euphonious and ethereal voice followed.

“Found you.”

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