Village Head's Debauchery

Despite their displeasure at such an order coming from Paradise, the surrounding gods' chosens felt satisfaction knowing they could release their frustrations on the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City.

Meanwhile, the gods' chosens from the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City couldn't help but feel fear. They were not afraid of being attacked by two Grade One Runaway Cities, but seeing the enormous beast before them filled them with dread of the mysterious force, Paradise.

Though unaware of its full strength, it would be a dreadful threat if they possessed more of this formidable beast.

Lakul smiled inwardly, lightly sighing to himself. He had expected Paradise to be displeased with their retaliation against the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City's gods' chosens, possibly having other plans for them.

However, it seemed that wasn't the case. Paradise had allowed them to prove themselves alongside the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City. He believed they would successfully subdue the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City and bring them to their knees. While in the past he might have sought a peaceful resolution, now, thankfully, that wasn't necessary.

The other leaders also breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon hearing Commander Vargoth's words, Korrin's eyes widened in fear, a blend of horror overtaking his expression as his wings slowly broke and twisted from side to side.

CRRACKKK!! KKWATTSHHAA!!!!

Commander Vargoth firmly grasped Korrin's two wings, ensuring he felt every ounce of pain before pulling back swiftly, ripping the wings out in one brutal motion.

"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!" Korrin's thunderous scream of agony pierced the sky, echoing in every direction. Blood spilt into the air, pouring down onto the platform below, while torn feathers drifted away on the wind.

Feeling the wings twitch violently in his grasp, Commander Vargoth released them into the air. He swiftly caught Korrin's descending body by the neck and handed him to the gods' chosen, who had approached them.

"Ensure he's treated and imprison him," Commander Vargoth ordered sternly. Paradise had already given him clear instructions, so he wasn't going to kill indiscriminately unless he had to, and that too before one of their key leaders.

The gods' chosen nodded and swiftly descended toward the Sleeping Fox Runaway City, with Korrin gripped by the neck, resembling a helpless bird.

...

Orion hovered high above the clouds, the Crimson Greatsword floating beside him, observing the unfolding scene below with a contemplative expression.

He watched as Commander Vargoth approached Seth and Commander Sy'ra, bowing slightly to Seth before the shapeshifted beast turned and soared towards the direction of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City.

"How disappointing! It seems the use of techniques has become quite crude compared to the past," Aerialia remarked, shaking her head in disappointment.

Orion nodded in agreement, "But that's to be expected. With the emergence of Vylkr energy and the development of the Devourer's Bracelet, along with diluted Vylkr energy, anyone with adequate compatibility can become a gods' chosen."

"This provides a much smaller hierarchy of power growth path, where each level can easily surpass those harnessing other ranks of energies, who have a more extended hierarchy of power growth path requiring mastery of numerous techniques and arts. Coupled with the ever-developing Vylkr vines, it's more impressive than if they had cultivated another kind of energy, even if it's nowhere near their true strength," Orion responded.

He spoke from experience; the first time he encountered the Prismerions, despite their numerous clan techniques, they were thwarted and defeated by his robust and resilient body, which he had gained from harnessing Vylkr energy and his gift.

For the gods' chosens, equipped with Gearweavers and Devourer's Bracelets enabling them to enter a warrior mode-like state at will or even surpass it through overclocking, he believed they could achieve results slightly similar to his in similar situations.

Upon hearing Orion's words, Aerialia slightly furrowed her brows before sighing. "Still, after years of creating and witnessing countless interesting and jaw-dropping techniques and arts, it's disappointing to see how far they have fallen," she responded, glancing towards Orion. "However, it's good that Paradise has begun to learn other powerful techniques and arts to add to their arsenal. Suppose this is the strength of the gods' chosens from a Runaway City about to be promoted to Grade Two. In that case, it suggests that Grade Two Runaway Cities are powerful and may have mastered various powerful techniques and arts."

Aerialia didn't dare suggest that this posed a problem for Paradise's warriors, knowing the terrifying prowess they possessed even in their initial growth stages. She simply wanted to convey that if Paradise were to face a warrior or gods' chosen as powerful as them, with the difference lying in their use of techniques and arts, defeat would be swift.

Fortunately, Orion understood her words, nodding. He had anticipated such an event beforehand and had already begun teaching warriors how to harness Celestial energy, comprehend flying techniques, and implement other techniques with Aerialia's help.

If Ilse hadn't lost her memories, Orion would have also asked the goddess to share the techniques and arts she possessed with Paradise.

After mastering the Divine Spectral Blade Arts in the next five days, he sought another technique that matched his abilities, further expanding his arsenal and making Paradise even more formidable.

Of course, this excluded any forces backed by a god, demigod, divine apostle, or other divine beings.

Nonetheless, Aerialia had hinted that she had something in store for him, leaving Orion to wait in anticipation for what it might be. Although curious if she possessed any divine techniques or arts related to debauchery, he kept his thoughts to himself to avoid offending her.

Together, they observed as Seth dropped off Commander Sy'ra at the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City, the shapeshifted beast swiftly ascending into the sky before heading

their way.

Orion knew Seth had sensed his presence, especially since he hadn't bothered to hide it. Within moments, Seth arrived before him, descending from the shapeshifted beast.

As Seth positioned himself beside Orion, the beast bowed its enormous head respectfully before turning and descending towards the area where the Vylkr alloys were being harvested.

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