Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 953 Conversations Of Consequence, The Lie And The Limb

Chapter 953 Conversations Of Consequence, The Lie And The Limb

??"What would you like to know, Great Warrior?" Queen Eleanora responded, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"I'd like to know more about the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City and its inhabitants," Orion stated firmly. "I've already spoken to one of your lieutenants, but I need to verify the truth of his words. If he's been honest, I'll keep my promise and ensure this incident is forgotten. However, if he's deceived us and took advantage of our mercy, he'll lose a limb before he's released. Naturally, I hope he told the truth to improve my impression of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City."

Queen Eleanora tensed visibly, her gaze shifting to Azarok and his unit, who seemed resigned to their uncertain fate. After a moment, she turned back to the mysterious figure in the inky black mask, unable to discern his true feelings or intentions.

Queen Eleanora understood Azarok's predicament. In their world, revealing the secrets of their Runaway City to outsiders was forbidden, a rule embedded in the very fabric of their existence. Any disclosure had to be a carefully crafted lie, a shield against potential threats.

However, at this moment, those tactics felt futile. A false answer would lead to dire consequences, possibly worse than Azarok's fate. On the other hand, admitting the truth meant witnessing the punishment of one of her most trusted gods' chosens.

The mysterious individual's actions were clear: to bend them to his will and to assert dominance over both Runaway Cities.

How barbaric?

Queen Eleanora contained her anger and frustration as she responded, "Certainly, since you will be discovering everything anyway now that the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City belongs to you, I'll disclose everything you need to know," she began to explain, detailing every essential aspect of the Wanderlust Travelling Runaway City.

Queen Eleanora refrained from delving too deeply due to Emperor Lakul's presence and the others, allowing him to explore it personally to gain a more thorough understanding. After finishing her explanation, she calmly wiped the sweat that had gathered on her palms and the back of her hand.

Orion nodded in understanding. "I commend your wisdom for telling me everything without a single lie. Unfortunately, not everyone within the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City seems to grasp the importance of honesty in defeat," Orion said, his tone filled with disappointment.

With a heavy sigh, he shifted his gaze towards Seth, his mask devoid of expression, and ordered, "Cut off one of his limbs."

Seth nodded and stepped towards Azarok and the others.

Witnessing the unfolding spectacle, Emperor Lazul couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

So domineering!

If it were any other time, he would have enjoyed the unfolding scene; however, he didn't take any pleasure in the sight before him. Instead, he inwardly sighed in relief. Because if they had not decided to stand and allow the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City to go first, then without a doubt, the Sleeping Fox Runaway City's units would have been among the captured gods' chosens.

Even the gods' chosens behind him couldn't help but inwardly sigh in relief at their luck.

As Stronghold Leader Seth arrived at their position, one of the units on the ground tore through the ropes and recklessly blocked his path.

"STOP! You can't do this," he shouted, activating his Devourer's bracelet. He looked at Stronghold Leader Seth with determination, fury, and a hint of fear in his eyes.

The rest of the gods' chosens swiftly rose to their feet and formed a protective circle around Azarok. They couldn't grab their Gearweavers due to Seig and the Four-eared elves guarding them, so they could only replace their empty vial compartments and activate their Devourer's bracelets, hoping to deter the mysterious figures' advancement.

"Back off! We won't let you touch our lieutenant!" one of the gods' chosens bellowed, his voice filled with defiance and determination.

Their voices resounded across the area, and almost instantly, the shifting of the gears with the Devourer's bracelets became louder until a wave of inky black strands of Vylkr energy burst out of the Devourer's bracelets and covered their entire beings.

They overclocked their Devourer's Bracelets!

Because of the protective formation, their visible Vylkr aura converged onto one and rose higher into the air like the flicker of a violent, blazing, inky black flame. Strands of Vylkr energy filled the entire area, submerging it into a sudden, terrifying, chilling aura.

However, Seth calmly observed their energy level with interest as it ascended rapidly.

…

"Energy level - 1,420 BEM."

"Energy level - 1,432 BEM."

"Energy level - 1,464 BEM."

…

As the energy level stabilized, the highest reached around 1,470 BEM, while the lowest reached 1,314 BEM. Although their strength increased, it was not a considerable amount that would pose any issue for him to handle.

"Step aside. I recommend you don't make me repeat myself," Stronghold Leader Seth responded firmly, his eyes scanning the ninety gods' chosens who had overclocked their bracelets, leaving no room for argument in his voice.

Activating his gift, cracks began to appear on the earth's surface around them, releasing molten lava and dense smoke.

The gods' chosens were shaken by the immense pressure from Seth's gaze; some almost fled, but they stood their ground, gritting their teeth, raising their hands with fierce gazes and determined expressions.

"Truly worthy of being part of the 1st unit of the Vanguard Team of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City. But, what a shame, it's a pity that they will be no more after this," Emperor Lakul muttered almost quietly, shaking his head at their luck of encountering such a formidable opponent.

Despite his quiet tone, everyone present heard his words.

Upon hearing Emperor Lakul's words, Queen Eleanora's fists tightened even more in frustration and anger, her veins popping up on her fair skin.

Each god's chosen was a cherished, well-protected asset, and losing 90 at once without reason was a loss no Runaway City could bear. However, she could do nothing except observe as one of her best gods' chosen inched closer to their grave before her very eyes.