Chapter 597

Chapter 219 The Divine War Part Six

The overwhelming pressure felt like a mountain, leaving no room for resistance.

It was akin to being enclosed by a golden bell, but a thousand times more intense. Almost at the moment the light sphere shattered, an immense pressure descended from the sky, slamming down on me. The armor wrapped around my body was instantly crushed. I could no longer move; the dead smoke surrounding me and the flames behind my wings dissipated in an instant. My body, heavy as a thousand-pound stone, plummeted to the ground with a howling gale at my side.

Boom—

*Cough*…

At the moment of impact, I coughed up blood, my body numb and my head ringing. It felt as if I had shattered rocks and deeply embedded myself into a crevice. Before pain set in, I instinctively tried to get up, but suddenly everything went dark, and I lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it lasted.

“…”

“Hill…gar…”

In a daze, I heard someone calling my name.

“Hilveiga… Wake up…”

Buzzing—

As the sound of a divine miracle echoed in my ears, my scattered consciousness gradually returned. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the swirling golden light rapidly circling before me, mixed with greenish firefly-like sparks. A tingling sensation spread throughout my body, and my spirit quickly revived. Soon after, I was fully awake.

Damn it—

*Cough, cough*… *Ah!*

I couldn’t stop coughing, then took a deep breath, almost instinctively shouting out loud as I sat up abruptly from the rock crevice, pulling my right arm deeply embedded in the rock out with a bang. My eyes glimmered with a fierce red light, black fog rising abruptly. Tense and panicked, I scanned my surroundings, trembling. At the same time, I heard a woman’s voice scolding, “Hilveiga, calm down!”

Who!

Extreme tension and fear instantly triggered my response. I threw a punch in the direction of the shout. The dead smoke entwined around my right fist exploded out, roaring and shattering the nearby rock wall with a *whoosh*. The corrosive sound *sizzle sizzle* started, and amidst the flying debris and dust, a red figure rolled aside.

That’s…

The red figure rolled a few times on the ground, staggered to its feet, and shouted, “Calm down!”

… It’s the dancer.

Breathing heavily, I slowly lowered my raised right fist.

What am I…

My chest felt tight, dizzy, and my mind sluggish for a second before I suddenly realized the truth—I was hit hard, powerless to fight back, and fell from the sky.

After falling…

I stared blankly at the dancer standing not far away, her golden light still not completely fading.

“How do you feel? Breathing… *huff* *huff*…”

She was also breathing heavily.

The woman looked as if she had just emerged from a pool of blood. Dark brown liquid stained her entire body, even her hair was a bloody red—she seemed weak. Confirming that I wouldn’t attack again, she suddenly leaned against the protruding rock wall to her left, covering her chest, her wet hair sticking to her face. As the divine light completely faded from her body, her breathing became even more urgent.

“You… Cough, you didn’t die…”

I clenched my fists, moved my shoulders and neck, feeling that my body had fully recovered. I shook my head to clear the dizziness, grabbed the edge of the rock, and quickly crawled out of the crevice.

After falling, I passed out…

My arm, chest, shoulder, and neck… The tingling hadn’t completely subsided. I must have suffered serious injuries, broken bones… But they all healed. Did this woman save me with a healing miracle?

“It seems I’m not dead yet…” The dancer leaned against the rock, looking at me sideways, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Did you suffer severe injuries?”

“They’re all healed…”

“… How long did I sleep?”

“Not long, maybe ten minutes.”

After a brief and quick exchange, I walked over to the dancer and glanced at the wound on her chest. Through her fingers, I saw wisps of dead smoke seeping out from the rotting black skin—it must be quite painful.

“Is it very painful?” I asked softly.

“Thanks to you…”

“Heh, serves you right.”

I sneered.

The air around us grew increasingly tense.

Whether it was from the dancer or from the distant peak, the pungent smell of blood lingered in the air. I frowned, ignoring the woman who continued to breathe heavily, and looked up at the collapsed peak in the distance to the right.

In my line of sight, the half-destroyed rock peak was now completely shrouded in gray mist. Amidst the mist, the outline of the crimson corpse could faintly be seen, hovering quietly above the peak.

Below it, beyond the range of the gray mist, dark red blood continuously flowed down the fractured cliff. The blood was no longer the same as before; it now glowed bright red like molten lava. The light flickered like breathing, and the blood seemed to be extremely hot, causing steam to rise wherever it passed, mingling with ash and drifting upward towards the corpse.

That scene was as if what was shrouded in the gray mist wasn’t a corpse or any life form, but a terrifying calamity from a bloody hell, symbolizing prison fires, death, and despair, named Armageddon.

My hand began to tremble again.

“The Church… Angel… They sent me here to fight… something like this… Is that right…”

Something like this…

How can one defeat it…

Why does Angel have such confidence, why…

“…They think I will win…”

“They underestimate the power of the gods.”

The dancer stood beside me, “The high echelons of the church, Pope Angel, every single one of them, day in and day out, they talk about the great gods, but they don’t truly revere them at all. The wars of the divine era have passed a thousand years ago. These beings that once made all living things kneel and pray, what kind of power do they truly possess? It’s likely long been forgotten by people…”

“But…”

But Angel, Margaret, even Teresa, they’ve all seen the gods before, haven’t they?

Why…

What am I supposed to do now…

“Silviana.”

The dancer called my name softly.

“Why didn’t you leave when I asked you to.”

“…Leave?”

I forced down the trembling in my voice, my throat dry and my mouth bitter, my cheeks stiff, “Abandon this demon, let it break free from its seal, escape from here, and then… kill everyone?”

“Haha…”

The dancer scoffed.

“Silviana, you’re too naive and too kind. Do you really believe that an organization that has stood for a thousand years, suppressed the truth for centuries, and was the initial pioneer of human society, would only pin their hopes of salvation on a little girl like you at such a time?”

“You…”

I frowned at her.

I had subconsciously wanted to ask the dancer what she meant. But as soon as the words left my mouth, I already understood.

I suddenly thought of the teleportation node I had arrived through…

At such a moment, the church hastily set up a teleportation node in Woodward Forest before the heretics arrived. It surely wasn’t just for later examination and research as the late Priest Geoffrey said.

Angel never appeared from the beginning.

What does he intend to do…

What is he deceiving me about…

These thoughts flashed through my mind and were buried deep inside. Now was not the time to ponder this deeply. I heard the dancer say calmly beside me, “You should leave, take the branch of the white tree, and leave here.”

“No, don’t say anymore.” I shook my head.

How the Holy Church arranged things, what Angel was thinking, what other tricks he had up his sleeve, I didn’t know.

At this point, I didn’t care about those things anymore.

The demon was coming, and outside the forest, Grandma Claire, Ryan, and many innocent villagers were still nearby. Even if I wanted to run, I couldn’t go far.

I can’t place my hope in a church that has deceived me, or in Angel, to save myself and escape with my life. I can’t do that.

I must leave this thing here…

I must do this…

But—

I looked up at the mountain rock shrouded in gray mist, at the almost invincible bones on the rock. My fists clenched and unclenched several times, my lower lip bitten, the emotion of courage surged in my chest, but was repeatedly extinguished by the overwhelming sense of helplessness.

But what should I do…

How can I defeat such a creature…

“I followed your instructions…”

I asked the dancer hoarsely, “I seized the bead… but why… it still…”

“If you hadn’t seized the Tear of the Goddess, we would be facing a fully restored goddess of sin.”

Fully restored flesh…

“Are you saying…”

So-called gods aren’t actually shaped like this terrifying form… right?

“You saw it just now. The goddess’s flesh body, because of premature hatching, hasn’t only failed to develop flesh, but even bones are incomplete. Its strength hasn’t fully recovered, and its spirit, or the ‘spark’ as the church calls it, is actually still far away in the desolate desert of the Eastern Continent.”

The dancer said, after a brief rest, her energy seemed to have recovered somewhat, taking two steps forward, her silhouette entering my view, “I know you may not understand the significance and connections right now, but it doesn’t matter. What I want to tell you is that the current capabilities of the goddess’s flesh body we face are roughly only ten percent of its peak… roughly like this level.”

“Less than ten percent…” I said with a panic-stricken expression, feeling lost and powerless, my limbs already cold and lifeless.

Just ten percent, and it’s already this powerful…

Is this… the power of a god…

“It’s not a complete divine body, it lacks consciousness, it’s just a body with strength.” The dancer continued without seeing my expression, “If you trust me, Silviana. If you really don’t want to leave and want to do something, then my suggestion is to take a chance… we might have a chance.”

She pointed to a distant rocky peak, “You see, the blood on that mountain rock is now very hot. That’s the power of the Fire of Sin, the source energy. It has broken through the restrictions of the Dragon’s homeland. Perhaps due to the descent of the divine body, or maybe because of the white tree branch in your body, the ancient god’s seal is gradually loosening.”

The dancer turned around suddenly.

“I feel the power of the sin fire within me rapidly recovering. And you… Silviana, haven’t you noticed the changes in yourself?”