Chapter 93 [Entrance Ceremony]: Turning Point 3

Chapter 93 [Entrance Ceremony]: Turning Point 3

"AHHHHH!" As Warja stood there with his eyes closed and a battle cry, Cassia charged toward him, wielding a large sword. Swift on her feet, in an instant, her sword was poised to strike.

But before it could happen, Warja opened his eyes while coating an aura on his hand. He then effortlessly caught her sword and jerked it, breaking her balance and causing her to fall right in front of him.

Not stopping there, he grabbed her left leg and, with a simple but powerful chop, snapped her tibia and fibula in half.

"ARGHHHH!"

She cried in pain as she trembled and looked at the warja. Her eyes were filled with hatred and anger as she managed to utter the words,

"I...will...kill....you I...will...kill...you I...will...kill...you!"

"I will come back to you later," Warja replied to her threats as he moved towards the podium, ignoring the increasing trembling of the building.

Eden's senses heightened. The trembling intensified, causing delicate chandeliers to sway and intricate tapestries to flutter like trapped birds. The once-luxurious marble floor beneath his feet quivered, revealing the vulnerability that lurked beneath the façade of grandeur.

Eden's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a crack forming along the ornate ceiling, a visible scar in the heart of the once-impermeable stronghold. It widened with each passing moment, a metaphorical wound that mirrored the tumultuous state of the citadel.

"So, you might be wondering why I am telling you all this," he said, and as of now, most of the students were terrified to even utter a word.

"I am telling you this because we, the people who you claim to be the dark church, have found who our true god is, who created us, who we should worship, and who we should bow down before."

"All we just need to do is break the seal of the forgotten continent," he smiled in delight as he continued, "and to achieve this, Princess Angelina will help us."

He then looked towards Angelina, who was petrified, standing right beside the podium all this time. Warja grabbed her arm and made her stand in the middle of the stage.

"Give a round of applause for the princess."

He said, but nobody was in their right mind to do that.

"Hmm?" Warja let out a perplexed voice as the sword strike caused a slight cut in his hands.

But not bothered by the cut, he grabbed the sword, cursed it with his hand, and gave a strong punch into his stomach.

"Ach..."

"Cough...cough.."

"Who are you?" Warja asked, looking at Aron with curiosity as Aron tried to compose himself after vomiting everything he had eaten in the morning.

"You should be focusing here, fucker." As Warja was looking at Aron, a voice brought his attention towards itself. He glanced back, only to find an unexpected person.

"What are you doing?" Warja asked confusingly as he looked at Eden, who was holding Angelina from behind with a knife placed right on her throat.

"What do you think?" Eden asked as he locked his eyes with him. "I am taking matters into my hands."

"HHAHAHAHAHA!"

Warja let out a heartfelt laugh, and his gaze never left Eden.

"Never in my life did I think I would look at this scene," Warja said with a chuckle as he looked at both of them.

"The knight in shining armor who was there to protect her in her toughest time now has a knife in her throat."

"You..hah..trying to threaten me with her life," Warja said with a smile that started fading over time. "You have grown some guts, 01."

"Ahh, I should first complete my words," Warja interrupted before Eden could say anything.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to the very last descendent of the Human God".

"Angelina D. Merovingian"