Chapter 925: Dance of Death

Name:Lord of the Truth Author:
Chapter 925: Dance of Death



Meanwhile---in a very distant place---in one of the corridors of a huge castle

*Clatter* *Clatter*

"...Has the father arrived yet?"

"We haven't been summoned yet, so... No, my lady, it doesn't seem like he's here yet." A girl wearing feminine war armor and covering most of her face with bandages bowed slightly and spoke with the utmost respect

She usually wouldn't act so formally with her mistress, but it was neccesary when there was someone else around, and in this case, there were dozens of guards lined up around them.

"Oh..."

"...My lady, you've been standing here for hours, aren't you bored?" After a short period of silence, the armored girl asked

Her lady didn't answer directly, but she looked at the horizon for a long time as if she hadn't heard anything.

In the back, her maid couldn't help but stare at her, just standing there it looked like a beautiful scene told in legends... Her stunning white hair in particular was eye-catching, even though it was tied with a long dagger-like pin, it looked like every strand of it was worth the world's treasures.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

She wore a black mask that covered most of her face, only her rubies like bright red eyes and lips were visible. She definitely wore her loose black dress to cover herself entirely, yet every single detail of her gorgeous slender body was still noticeable,

The masked girl looked at the horizon for a while longer, then said with a calm smile: "...It will never be boring to me."

"May I ask why, my lady? I find it..." The armored girl looked at the horizon through the huge corridor window, and only one word came to her mind: "Terrifying."

"Oh no..." The armored girl automatically took a step back, this time the dance of death wouldn't go well, one of the gray explosions had escaped and there was an energy belt heading quickly toward the planet, "I have to tell everyone!!"

"No need, no one will care... just enjoy the show." The masked girl didn't seem to care much

Indeed, the guards who filled the corridor and stood by every window didn't move a step or even look behind them, to them it was normal... The gray belt would descend and claim a few thousand, or even hundreds of thousands of lives, what's the problem with that? It's not like the planet's inhabitants haven't gotten used to it yet.

No matter how many years have passed since the first dance of death, no matter how advanced the current population is... That gray belt contains the major heavenly law of destruction, there are a few innovations made to warn people of where the energy belt will land, maybe a few defensive arrays placed on the most important places like this castle, but that's all. "Hmm?" At this moment, the girl with the mask narrowed her red eyes, someone had appeared above the castle.

That person was standing in the middle of the air with an unnatural majesty, his body was of average height and build, he had gray hair that reached his shoulders, and although his features were not fully visible from that angle, it could be seen from his taut skin and drawn jawbone that he was a handsome man who was about forty by the mortal age.

That person looked up with a smile, then said the most arrogant thing a person could say, "No, not today, Sun of Destra, how could I allow such misfortune when I have just arrived?" Immediately after, he thrust his palm upwards towards the enormous gray belt.

*Hmmm*

The rapidly expanding palm slammed into the gray belt and immediately the two of them stopped, after which they just vanished without any explosion or energy waves, the palm contained enough power to completely nullify the belt in an unnatural display of infinite power and precision... everything ended with a thrust from his hand.

"Hmm?" When that person felt someone's eyes on his back, he turned around and smiled

when he saw the masked girl watching him from the window, "My dear Fifth, Helen, it's been

a long time."

The Masked girl, Helen, grabbed her dress at the ends and bowed slightly, "You are late,

Father."