Chapter 50: The Author Returns

Authors Words: "Milk?"

'Damned I wonder if the people reading this are dead or still alive.'

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Chapter 50: The Xianzhou Arrival.

Adonis, at this moment, sat calmly inside his office looking out the window, watching the sky go—

—BOOM!

Below, he saw his citizens gathered around, sitting on the ground and eating popcorn as they watched the explosion without much shock.

Thanks to Adonis's protection, the citizens had become numb to the attacks.

They knew the shield was impenetrable, and as long as the capable Supreme Guardian was there, the enemy would never break through.

However, the Supreme Guardian himself watched with a surprised expression.

'Was it something I did?' he wondered.

"Forget it." Since his people believed in him so strongly that they could be this relaxed, "I guess that's fine on its own too."

Sitting back in his chair, Adonis rested his back. Having sent a message to the Xianzhou, he was curious about who would be sent.

Perhaps Jing yuan? No?

He had often heard of the Yaoqing and Merlin's Claw, but before he died in his former world, he had never caught a glimpse of that character.

"Well, it's only a matter of time."

But it would certainly be interesting to see the entire Xianzhou Alliance come over to chase a few bird people.

"Or better still, someone like Jingliu."

However, the moment he said that, he closed his lips, knowing his power to manipulate causality. Such a thing might actually happen.

That aside, closing his eyes, he could feel his powers split into fragments, blessing people, which in turn made him stronger with each passing moment.

Probably because he was beginning to influence other worlds, which in turn broadened the idea of his "path."

Yet, even with that, he wasn't quite close to becoming an Aeon. But he wasn't interested. If anything, it was good for him.

He didn't want to be bound by one path. No way.

"Haah. Never thought things would escalate like this."

Unbefitting his image as the Supreme Guardian of Belabog, he laid his legs on the table and listened to the songs of explosions his soldiers were currently making in the background.

"Hm. The screams of fried chickens," Adonis mused, laying his chin on his hand. "Now I'm hungry for one."

Then, as if coming to a profound realization, Adonis blinked.

"Ah yes. Why not get Seele dear to fetch one for me...?"

Closing his eyes, his mind drifted to the Echoing Corridor, just where his blessings—barrier ended.

Seeing Seele frown while looking at the Wingmakers above made Adonis smile. At the very least, she looked energetic.

"Damn you! Hiding behind your turtle shell like a coward. If you're so brave and strong, why don't you come out and fight!" one of the Wingmakers taunted, his voice laced with frustration.

With a disdainful and sassy tone, Seele rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. Were it not for exhaustion, she would have drowned another set of Wingmakers in the seas of butterflies.

"Ugh. Pipe down. What is this...? Xianxia? You dare invade our home and speak like a righteous person? I'd rather not."

"You... You lowly dustman!" the Wingmaker screamed, clenching his hands as if he were having constipation.

But much to his annoyance, they couldn't get past the barrier. This time, there wasn't even the slightest dent, even with them using their strongest attacks on it.

What sort of sorcery is this?

Ignoring them, Seele froze when she felt a familiar presence. "Lord Adonis?" She turned back, only to see no one. However, she could sense his gaze.

"Oh. Impressive. You can sense me." All of a sudden, she began to hear his voice from who knows where. She tensed up slightly as if to salute him but—

"Don't be so tense. I simply want to assign you a task. Cook a Wingmaker for me. And I mean it... literally."

Hearing this, Seele blinked in confusion for a moment. But if her lord ordered it, then so shall she do. "Understood, my Lord."

Seele cracked a grin as she looked up at the Wingmaker that had been taunting her just moments before.

"Hey, you! Rejoice. Why, you ask? You're on the dinner menu tonight."

The Wingmaker in the sky blinked in confusion. "Filthy—!" The Wingmaker opened its mouth to scream at her.

But at that moment, the world seemed to slow down.

It saw the girl leap at him. Normally, he would have been able to dodge such an attack, but... the world gradually grew blurrier.

The Wingmaker couldn't evade, nor could it avoid. Its words hung in its mouth, its voice refusing to come out.

All it could see was death—a visage of a figure in a cloak with red eyes approaching and a cold female voice speaking out.

"I told you... You're on the dinner menu tonight."

*SHINK!

That was the last thing it heard. Its body faltered, numb, even with the Abundance's blessing, it couldn't regenerate.

.... 'Nani ga okotta?'

'Ma-masaka....' Its field of vision inverted as it saw its own body drop from the sky, its head also plummeting to the ground.

—*THUD!

Seele yawned casually as she stretched, feeling a little better. "Mission Complete. One fried Wingmaker coming up."

Under the surprised gaze of the Silvermane Guards and the Wingmakers, who trembled in fear, Seele called over a guard to carry away the body.

"L-Lady Seele... How terrifying!"

"Hick! Best not to make an enemy of her."

"I couldn't agree more."

Watching Seele casually face off against the Wingmaker, even after shrugging off her exhaustion, was a heroic sight for the Silvermane Guards.

Her power—it was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

However—

For Adonis, he couldn't be happier. Seele was growing stronger by the minute; he could feel it. But this world... it was limiting her potential.

If she could gain experience beyond this world, in worlds that would truly challenge her, how much stronger could she become?

But— "Hm... perhaps eating a Wingmaker like that isn't the best idea," Adonis mused, his expression deadpan. "However—"

With a hint of dry humor, he continued.

"If Jesus can turn water into wine, then I can turn a Wingmaker into a Chicken. God of my previous world, forgive my blasphemy."

Adonis chuckled softly at his own joke before leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes...

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Like that. The attack on the barrier would span for an entire night.

Next day. In front of the Echoing Corridors, leading to Belabog City.

"GAHHH! I CAN'T CONTAIN IT ANYMORE!"

A Wingmaker who was increasingly growing tired of the constant bombardment against a shield that wouldn't budge began tweaking out.

Just watching the futility of their actions was enough to make it go crazy.

Their target, the Jianmu, was tantalizingly close, just beyond the barrier, but no matter what they tried, the barrier refused to budge.

It wasn't just this Wingmaker—every one of them was growing more desperate, their patience eroded by the impenetrable defense.

Then, to make things worse, as if the universe themselves were sneering at them with disdain...

—*VRRRR!

A massive ship, accompanied by several smaller vessels, appeared on the horizon of Jarlio VI. Its shape resembled that of a grand, celestial boat.

"This... this can't be...."

"T-the Xianzhou Alliance? Th-this is bad! Lady Astia!"

One of the Wingmaker nervously looked over at their leader nervously, upon seeing the iconic ship of the Xianzhou.

"Xianzhou Alliance? How on earth—" However, she quickly cut of her words as she hatefully dropped her hands in confusion.

For thousands of years, their war with the Xianzhou had raged on.

Both sides had suffered immeasurably, but their Aeon—Lan—seemed obsessed with erasing the Wingmakers from existence.

Lan is racist towards the Abundance—everybody knows that. And the Xianzhou in turn strongly inherited the hate.

Wherever there is news of Wingmakers appearing, Xianzhou ships were never far behind, and If Lan himself wasn't there to obliterate them with his lux arrows, his fleet was.

"Lady Astia... Let's retreat—"

However—

—*SHILUCK!!

Astia silenced the messenger with a swift, ruthless blow, her eyes cold and unforgiving. "Trash," she spewed such venomous words.

Retreat was unthinkable. If word of this failure reached the higher-ups, the consequences would be worse than death.

Not only had she failed to besiege a city just beginning to regain its vitality, but running from the Xianzhou would bring dishonor she could not afford.

The universe would hear of it. Which would in turn plummet their reputation.

With this in mind. Astia turned to look at the Xianzhou alliance looming over the horizon with the most powerful Chinese sneer she could muster up.

"IT'S JUST GRAVEL! IT'S NOT AS GOOD AS US!" —Quote By: A famous Chinese Author.