Chapter 1096 - 165: Mythical Level Blessing · Gold Holy Water Bottle (Part 3)

Chapter 1096: Chapter 165: Mythical Level Blessing · Gold Holy Water Bottle (Part 3)

"Burn away all filth! Leave no survivors!" Tiberus’s grim command resounded across the battlefield. The Hesse Territory army and the Blazing Butcher began to carefully search through the wreckage to ensure no stragglers or remnants of corruption escaped notice. The hunters of the Free Guild kept vigil on the outskirts, shooting down any corrupted beings attempting to flee.

In the wasteland, blazing Holy Flames soared to the sky, consuming the last traces of the Pestilent Saddle’s presence, along with the foul head fragments and headless corpse of Gorg, turning them all into ash and scorched earth. The air, once laden with decay, was now completely replaced by the scorching purity of the Holy Flame’s aura. The mixed forces of the Hesse Territory, like an efficient purification furnace, eradicated this wandering plague of death from the plains of Flash Spear City.

The banner of the Hesse Territory rustled in the morning breeze, as the triumphant troops advanced over the purified wasteland towards Heisen City. Though exhausted, the soldiers’ spirits were high, their bodies cleansed of filth by Dante and the accompanying priests, leaving only the scent of gunpowder, steel, and a divine aura. The foul head fragments of Gorg, along with the remnants of his symbolic ulcer crown, were sealed within a multilayered lead box, sanctified and inscribed with purification runes, personally escorted by Tiberus.

The gates of Heisen City were already wide open, with High-tier Attendant Chief Hilude personally leading the city’s officials and a vast crowd of spontaneously gathered citizens to greet them at the entrance. Cheers surged like a tsunami, with flowers and golden wheat sheaves, symbolizing the blessings of the Sun Goddess, showered upon the victorious soldiers. The air was thick with celebration, standing in stark contrast to the stifling stench of the battlefield.

After a simple entry ceremony, the three Chosen Ones and main officers were directly led to the Council Hall in Heisen Castle. The hall was solemn yet vibrant, with Su Li seated at the head, flanked by important leaders and council members of the Hesse Territory.

Tiberus stepped forward first, eagerly reporting: "Lord! Mission accomplished! The Pestilent Saddle, those worm-like desecrators of the Goddess’s light, oozing and poisoning on the Flashing Spear Plain, have been completely crushed and uprooted by us!"

"Get to the point, Tiberus," Su Li said with a smile, having invited many members of the Provincial Affairs Council and council members to the triumph ceremony to show the landlords and knight clans his military might and strength.

A powerful Demon God’s Chosen One, not even requiring the lord’s personal involvement, could easily be defeated.

This kind of intimidation and awe is actually more significant than a triumphant return.

"Yes!" Tiberus grinned widely and began to detail the events: "We united with Sogard, the Dwarf God’s Chosen of Flash Spear City, alongside skilled fighters from the Free Guild, forming a two-thousand-strong elite force. Those ulcer knights were indeed slippery, but our knights cornered them at the edge of the Sighing Marsh’s wasteland!" He excitedly gestured as he described the onset of battle: "We seized their tailing movement! My Griffin Knight Order’s charge wedged into their flank, followed by Sogard’s warhammer, which shattered their spine! The dwarf cannons struck them so they couldn’t attend to both ends!"

He then pointed to his comrades, excitedly saying: "That Gorg was tough indeed, having fused with the Leech Lord’s evil magic, with thick skin and tough flesh. Even in direct confrontation, I couldn’t easily gain the upper hand!"

Then Tiberus made a downward slicing gesture, his voice rising sharply: "But together we created an opportunity for Sogard to descend from the sky! That Divine Chosen-grade Butcher War Axe, with a crack! It shattered that rotten melon head topped with the ulcer crown, along with his core of foul power, into pieces! The Chosen One fell! The remaining corrupted flesh rotted rapidly like a burst pustule, becoming a swamp! Dante burned them with Holy Flame for a whole day and night, leaving not even a trace! The northeast corner of Flashing Spear Plain is now clean enough to plant wheat!"

"Moreover, this is the spoils of this battle." Tiberus consulted with Hilude and then had a High-level Directly Affiliated Attendant carry a massive chest into the room.

"Gorg, indeed the Nagash’s Chosen One, after sacrificing his remains, we successfully obtained Mythical Level material [Eternal Holy Water Bottle]."

The Eternal Holy Water Bottle is a gold flask, and it’s undeniable that Shalya and Violet, the sisters, both have a fondness for gold as a material.

The bottle itself aside from being gold lacks other standout attributes. Its true value lies in the liquid it holds, neither ordinary water but rather a flowing liquid light, radiating the purest, most gentle gold. It holds no impurities, its purity surpassing all earthly springs. The Holy Water seemingly contains infinite life energy and purifying power, even in a resting state it emits a gentle and bright glow resembling the star-filled heavens.

This Holy Water, even when poured out, can completely purify a plague-stricken land, transforming it into fertile pasture. Ingested, it can also enhance one’s Chaos Resistance.

In the hall, there arose waves of gasps and awe over the artifact. The council members, the commanders, regardless of their faith in the Goddess Shalya, were all struck by the pure beauty and supreme power contained within this mythical creation.

"Hiss...This is the gift from a fallen Chosen One..."