Village Head's Debauchery

Witnessing the scene, the man who had given the orders nodded in approval and praised, "It appears that the art Emperor Greroth has discovered isn't as simple as it looks. Not only can it help stimulate an individual's draconic bloodline, but it can also use the bloodline of another to enhance one's draconic heritage, in addition to the functions of this rune. If I'm not mistaken, this is far beyond what Emperor Greroth classified as a high-grade Legendary Art and might even be a middle- or high-grade Mythical Art. No wonder the Emperor could suddenly ascend in strength and secure resources to help the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City ascend to Grade Two."

The man was Nahe Arickhan, Clan Leader of the House of Arickhan. The other man, who resembled him, was his eldest son and future Clan Leader, Ogell Arickhan.

"Doesn't this mean our chances of breaking free from Paradise's control have grown exponentially?' Ogell responded, his eyes glinting with excitement.

After witnessing the Dracon Shadow Transformation in action, he considered this possibility but didn't dare voice it aloud. A Mythical Art wasn't something one could simply trade resources for. Even their most prized technique was Epic-ranked, so seeing a Mythical- ranked Art was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

'Yes. Fortunately, Emperor Greroth was insightful and shared this wonderful art with other gods' chosens to train in, and Commander Edmar was more than willing to hand them over to us. Otherwise, such a strenuous Art isn't something that could be easily mastered in just a few days,' Nahe said, nodding.

"I've received news that Paradise has already assigned its representatives to the Sleeping Fox and Wanderlust Traveling Tortoise Runaway Cities, which means they will likely be preparing some for us as well. So before they arrive, increase the target to 25 Dragmins daily until we reach our target,' he added.

Considering that Paradise hadn't bothered to keep such information a secret-since there wasn't any reason to-it was easy for him to procure.

And with several million living in the Runaway City, it would take less time for Paradise to figure out the ongoing plot, especially since they didn't seem interested in the affairs of the ordinary denizens, focusing only on the Runaway City itself and its leaders.

"'I'll do my best, Father, not to let you down,' Ogell responded, nodding. However, his expression shifted to annoyance as he noticed that the next batch hadn't arrived yet, even though it had been a few hours.

"Has the next batch arrived yet?" Nahe asked, a frown forming on his face.

"No, not yet. But they will be here soon, Father," Ogell replied, shaking his head as sweat beads formed on his forehead under his father's gaze.

Nahe frowned, his brows furrowing together. He knew the batch had never been late unless they encountered some obstruction.

'Have they finally decided to act?' Nahe pondered, focusing his gaze on the ritual before him. He knew that some of the nobles hesitated to aid them out of fear of Paradise, so they hadn't yet acted against them. If his assumptions were correct and they had finally decided to try to stop him, he would make sure they regretted their foolish actions.

"Change the corpses, then send some more gods' chosens to uncover why they are late and help them in case they encounter any danger," Nahe ordered.

Ogell swiftly nodded in understanding. He turned to two gods' chosens and gestured for them to execute the orders. He then turned to another group to follow him out.

However, as the gods' chosens stepped into the cells and began to drag out four more captives, they halted and looked around with frowns. Just as they were about to speak, a heavy tremor spread through the hall, causing it to shake before the metallic door burst open. BAAMMM!!

Ogell, who had arrived close to the door, was frozen, his body trembling as the gods' chosens immediately stood before him, brandishing their Gearweavers as they stared at the door cautiously.

However, before they could realize what was happening, nine daggers shot forward, swiftly embedding themselves in their eyes, with one cleanly cutting off their heads.

All of this transpired within an instant.

Their eyelids widened in horror as their decapitated heads fell to the ground, rolling a meter away before coming to a stop, and their bodies followed suit.

BAM!!

Nahe and the other gods' chosens in the room finally realized what was happening. "OGELL!!" Nahe screamed, his voice tinged with pain at the death of his son.

Four gods' chosens immediately sprang into action, their Gearweavers drawn as they rushed forward to confront the intruders. However, the moment they arrived close to the door, the daggers shot out from the corpses and swiftly tore into their hearts and necks, incapacitating them.

They were unable to comprehend what had just transpired, even as their bodies fell and their heads rolled on the ground behind them.

Witnessing this scene, Nahe's expression turned to one of horror, his eyes widening in disbelief. Four gods' chosens had been killed so quickly and in seconds. He had never imagined that such a thing could be possible.

Even the remaining gods' chosens in the room could not help but stand rooted, their bodies trembling in fear as they stared at the severed heads and corpses on the ground.

The captives were stunned, utterly dumbfounded by the unfolding scene until a realization hit them...

"HELP US!! WE'RE IN HERE?!" screamed a woman about to be removed from her cell.

"PLEASE FREE US..."

Just then, four unfamiliar figures walked out of the room. They wore rogue armour, held strange Gearweaver swords, and had black masks covering their faces.

Paradise!

Nahe's eyes widened with fear as he leapt backwards, widening the gap between himself and

the unknown warriors from Paradise.

"Go free the captives and lead them to a safer location," Orion ordered.

The warriors immediately rushed forward, each moving toward the cells to break them open

and free the captives one by one.

"Thank you...!"

"You are our saviours!"

"You guys don't look like gods' chosens. Who are you?"

Several voices of appreciation, praise, and weeping resonated through the space as the captives stood up individually and walked out of their cells. They hesitated, glancing at the gods' chosens, who appeared frozen in their positions, before following the unfamiliar warriors out of the hall.

As all this unfolded, the gods' chosens did not dare move from their positions.

As the captives continued to make their way out, Nahe could no longer hold himself back and asked, "Who are you? Are you from Paradise?" He was prompted by the familiar black masks, the strange Gearweavers, and the bracelets, which had already stirred controversy across the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City due to their unknown functions.

Hearing the man's words, Orion shifted his attention from the ominous runes before him towards the Dragmin, flying high close to the corner in the ceiling like a frightened bat.

"Yes, we are warriors from Paradise. We've heard about your growing rebellion and are here to curb it. I advise you to hold off on any actions until the captives are in a safer location," Orion responded before refocusing his gaze to scan the room.

Despite this, the captives around them overheard the conversation and a clamour of whispers

spread across the hall.

"We were freed by Paradise!"

"Since Paradise isn't responsible for this atrocity and the nobles were planning a rebellion, doesn't that mean they will make those responsible pay with their lives?" "Hahaha!! They deserve it! Our leaders failed to notice that a Noble was plotting a rebellion right under their noses, which might bring the wrath of Paradise upon the entire Trekking Flamingo Runaway City. It only means they are incompetent and can no longer protect us!" "Sigh! If this is what it has come to, surrendering to Paradise might not seem like such a bad

idea!"

Within minutes, their voices gained the approval of all the captives present. They had watched people they knew being butchered and had almost experienced the same fate themselves. So even if it were another entirely different force that had saved their lives, their emotions would have remained the same.

Hearing their words, Orion smiled inwardly. This was the result he had aimed for. Though disgusted by the sight before him, he understood that such practices could be considered

normal.

Nonetheless, he was curious about their plans, especially since the eight gods' chosens seated on the runes seemed unbothered by everything surrounding them.

With his mask, he could see their energy levels rising inch by inch, though the rate seemed to be slowing down as the streams of fresh blood began to dry up.

[ Energy Level - 1,886 BEM]

[ Energy Level - 1,906 BEM]

[ Energy Level - 1,897 BEM ]

[ Energy Level - 2,005 BEM ]

.....

The highest energy level was at 2,028 BEM, already reaching the entry level of a Four-Star Warrior, while the others were slowly teetering on the edge. Rather than feeling afraid, this only made Orion more curious about how they had achieved such a feat and solemn about the

number of bodies it had taken.

IIt took one more minute for the captives to be escorted safely out of the room by two

warriors, leaving Orion and a single warrior behind.

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Author's Note: I had issues with my health today, so I could only put down one chapter. It's 1568

words.

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