Chapter 839: Chapter 300: Clearing Skies (Part 3)

[Nether Sea Dream Erosion Group’s level decreased from 10-3=7, LV dropped to 54]

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The morning sun spilled over the colorful capital, but long before dawn, the Holy City was already bustling and lively, the arrival of the sunrise only adding some color to this scene.

The old Pope, who had been standing high since last night, overlooked this scene with an unwavering expression.

Long before he lost the ability to take care of himself, imprisoning himself in the Cathedral, he had been preparing for this day. With the tacit approval of the Divine Knowledge Saintess, he had arranged many measures that were puzzling or even questioned by many at the time, all to welcome this war that would inevitably come someday.

And the organizational ability of the Church Court did not disappoint him. Even though this war came suddenly, everyone quickly found their positions, releasing the war potential of one of the kingdom’s strongest cities.

But in his expectation, it should have been a protracted and even destined-to-fail resistance.

The nightmares of the deep sea are endless, and their pollution surpasses that of the undead catastrophe. Faced with the landing of the Great Demon, the Holy City sees almost no hope of victory, only using the lives of the strong as consumables to buy time.

Even with the Holy Sword of Dusk drawn, it remains out of reach of the Great Demon, whose essence resides deep in the sea.

Ultimately, humankind can only abandon the entire kingdom’s coastline and retreat inland, and the only turning point is the Siren Princess, who became a hero and can cut off the nightmare’s reproduction at the source after returning to the sea.

But now, the first wave of invasion from the deep sea not only arrived much earlier but also failed to even approach the Holy City, being destroyed on the spot.

‘How far can you lead us?’

Gazing at the sun gradually climbing up the dome, the old Pope put down his scepter, and a hint of anticipation appeared on his face, which had witnessed too many vicissitudes.

[Constitution’s extreme failure, so how much did you eat?]

1.5. Overate

2.6. Left a little

3.7. Couldn’t eat anymore

4.8. Accidentally threw up

9. Had a nightmare

10. Great Success/Great Failure

D10=d10(3)=3

♛: Couldn’t eat anymore

‘My stomach feels awful…’

In the twilight before dawn, the hero sat slumped in a chair, looking lifelessly at the mountainous nightmare remnants before her.

The current Saintess lacked any semblance of demeanor.

Fortunately, she had firmly dismissed the Divine Wood Bishop and others earlier, leaving no one but the Gleaming Scale Serpent to stand alone between the nightmare remnants and the Holy City.

Before the Holy Temple Army withdrew, she sensed their gazes growing somewhat overly fervent, as if some misunderstanding had arisen.

But at that time, with her stomach churning violently, the hero had no strength for additional explanations; only the ever-faithful Gleaming Scale Serpent noticed something was amiss.

But he had no solution either, only ensuring he remained by her side without taking a step away.

‘Your Majesty, perhaps returning to the Cathedral would be better.’ Seeing the hero’s discomfort, the Gleaming Scale Serpent was also worried.

‘No need, I’ll feel better after I digest—’

‘Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh—’

The Depraved Hero let out a loud retching sound in her mind, turning the hero’s face ashen, covering her mouth.

Finally able to calm her roiling stomach, she gritted her teeth and voiced her complaint.

‘Can’t you be quiet for a moment? Your outbursts make it hard for me to hold back.’

‘And whose fault do you think that is!’ The Depraved Hero, catching her breath, was equally exasperated.

‘Stuffing everything into your mouth, did you ever consider our feelings? Look, this guy is about to be sick to death.’

With the Depraved Hero’s retort, the hero seemed to see the rigid body of the backstroking Sea Shrimp.

‘Cough, I had no choice…’ the hero coughed lightly, feeling a bit guilty.

The hunt for the Fallen Sea Shrimp half a day ago, although somewhat fraught with difficulties, ended without significant danger.

Originally, under the full-force strike of the Sea Shrimp, the Nightmare Group had suffered heavy damage. Later, with the Holy City’s full counterattack, the hero resonated with the enormous magic power of the Holy Temple Army, although not as freely as when fighting alone, her combat power rose to a new level.

The growth brought by magic resonance is not a rare phenomenon. Well-trained armies, even cooperative adventurer teams, can resonate, and different professions’ abilities can present this resonance in various forms.

During the battle with the Corrupted Phoenix on the border, the sergeant had demonstrated the power of that command.

For Magic Creatures, such resonance is fundamental instinct. Even Goblins, as long as they can command enough of their kin, can let the leader gain greater strength and even evolve, a scene the hero had once witnessed.

And during the battle with the Fallen Sea Shrimp last night, the center of resonance was naturally the hero herself.

Although keeping an eye on every member of the Knight Order somewhat tied her hands, the Divine Wood Bishop’s roar made her set aside her concerns, allowing her to end the Fallen Sea Shrimp with an attack nearly reaching the ultimate slash of the Sea Shrimp.

But just as she pierced through the Fallen Sea Shrimp’s body and was about to devour all those nightmares, she suddenly realized something.

She was now connected to the magic power of the entire Holy Temple Army. If she couldn’t eat it all at once, wouldn’t the nightmare spread through her?

Realizing the likelihood of this occurrence, she made a quick decision, disregarding herself already being half full, releasing a sky-covering fiery flame, turning the mountain-like Fallen Sea Shrimp into a blazing torch, while forcing down the massive nightmare in one gulp.