Chapter 1088 - 517: Beneath the Sandstorm

Chapter 1088: Chapter 517: Beneath the Sandstorm

That Sun Saint is the kind of ruthless soul who dared to declare war on all evil gods under the gaze of all living things.

A Paladin who hates evil with that kind of ferocity definitely can’t tolerate innocent mortals suffering, right?

Thinking of this, a few ideas flashed through the noble’s mind as he wondered whether to go with the flow and intensify the conflict.

Give up resisting, let countless mortals die in the wind and sand, and thus force those True God Churches to step out and face that brutal god.

But there was a risk in doing so. If he really went through with it, he—who proposed this—would definitely be harshly settled by the True God Church afterward, with no way to survive.

Not just him—his entire family would be purged utterly because of his actions.

After thinking it over, the noble shuddered and put away that dangerous idea.

He was a hereditary great noble; he couldn’t die for those lowborn commoners!

Even knowing all this, the fat noble still couldn’t help overthinking, his thoughts spreading uncontrollably.

"But... taking the initiative won’t do. What if it’s just... not noticing by accident?"

No one noticed, throughout the whole meeting. While the fat noble kept pondering, the shadow beneath his feet seemed to ripple strangely. In a haze, a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen, narrowed in a smile.

Fear is the nourishment in which chaos grows.

Chaos is the hotbed in which evil breeds.

While everyone was unaware, something in the shadows had already caught the sweet scent of blood and slipped in among them.

"We can use—no, borrow the power of that Godslayer and the other True God Churches..."

The white-haired middle-aged noble’s expression stiffened when he heard the fat noble’s mutter. He frowned and looked over.

Finding that the other hadn’t noticed his gaze at all and was wholly immersed in his own world, he slowly withdrew his eyes, then turned his head and stared blankly out the window in a certain direction.

"Herbert..."

Adrian looked toward the Mist Mountain Range, thinking of that second son of his who hadn’t contacted him in a long time... and whom he understood less and less.

Whenever he thought of the dangers Herbert might be facing now, Adrian’s mood grew heavier.

"Are you... still alright now?"

...

...

"Haha, I’m so good I couldn’t be better!"

Herbert glanced over the news that had been passed to him, tossed it aside, then sat down beside Ophidia, saying cheerfully, "Mm, we can be sure now—the idiot god behind all this mess is the very one who tried to prophecy me."

"The God of Sand and Stone. His Church just put out word, demanding that the Northern Lands obediently hand over the thing they’ve been hiding."

Stirring up trouble all of a sudden, combined with his Earth Pantheon identity, and then demanding that the Northern Lands forces hand over the hidden item... yeah, it’s Him!

Herbert was in an excellent mood.

He really had been looking forward to the other side making some big headlines—best if they blew the whole affair up, so when he stepped onto the stage he’d steal the spotlight even more.

But he hadn’t expected this guy to be so obedient, actually putting on such an inexplicable grand spectacle.

He’s practically a good guy, isn’t he?

"Mm? Hmph..."

Ophidia slanted a glance at Herbert sitting beside her. Her nose twitched slightly as she half-squinted her eyes.

This bastard... is doing it on purpose, right?

You reek of Demon so strongly, and you’re covered in that Mermaid scent, yet you’re deliberately hovering around in front of me.

Herbert, are you provoking me on purpose?

After the day Ophidia woke up again, the two of them had held hands and returned to the Monastery, resuming their former life.

On the surface, nothing had changed, but from the way they were now sitting almost pressed together, the signs were clear—some things had quietly shifted.

She might not yet have seen through her own heart, but she was trying in her own way, tacitly allowing his closeness.

And he, for his part, maintained his grace, keeping an appropriate distance in how they got along, never crossing the line.

"...Hmph."

Ophidia gave a soft snort and withdrew her disdainful gaze.

But she wasn’t the type to directly tell someone she was jealous. After shooting Herbert one more glance, she decided to pretend she’d noticed nothing.

Hmph!

She quietly ground her teeth, curled her lips, and asked, "Since you’ve already found him, when are you planning to step out and resolve this?"

Aren’t you supposed to prove yourself to me?

But Herbert showed not the slightest urgency. He smiled, eyes crinkling, and shook his head with a little hum. "Wait a bit longer. We’re not at the fun part yet."

"The stage is set, but the actors aren’t all in place. How could the leading man make his move already?"

Let the bullets fly a little longer!

Herbert narrowed his eyes and silently offered a blessing for the God of Sand and Stone. "Brother, you’d better hold out a while more."

"Otherwise, I won’t have any fun to watch..."

Ophidia’s brows moved slightly. She felt Herbert seemed to have other reasons he hadn’t told her, but she didn’t ask.

Her intuition was right.

The reason Herbert was keeping his forces in check was, on one hand, because he was waiting for the perfect entrance.

On the other hand, he was waiting for good news.

It’s sudden, but Fremay—she’s about to advance to Epic!

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