Chapter 777 Divine Spark

Chapter 777 Divine Spark

Selica walked out of the university heading toward the city alone once again, but this time she had Sena make her grow a tiny horn on her head that was covered with her hair. It detects movement and gives her enchanted perception, a security measure considering what happened before.

Sena had already warned her, send a wave of mana into the air, and I'll pick up on it immediately and fly to you. Don't try fighting anyone alone, you might fall into a trap.

Besides Arad, Sena, Gojo, and Tempo, anyone else could be captured in one way or another.

As Selica walked into the city and past the church, she saw Jack and Lydia walking out. "Lydia! Jack, it's nice seeing you here." She approached them.

"Selica, you're here to buy something?" Lydia approached her with Jack slowly trailing behind her.Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

"Wine and some ink for Lady Sena." She replied, "What about you?"

"Nothing... Just walking around and exploring the city."

Selica stared at them with a smug face. "So you're on a date? How nice..." She giggled, and pointed south, "Don't go in that direction. Sara told me that her brother is plotting something in there and that I should stay away from it."

"What is he doing?" Lydia looked south.

"Abel? He's trying to revitalize the prostitution district. He's quite good at that and it'll make him a lot of money." As Jack replied, Lydia grabbed him by the head. "And how do you know that?"

"He told me. Said that he's looking to open a branch for the elephant trunk here..." Jack replied as Lydia growled. "That bastard Abel, even in Alina we couldn't halt the indecency that he's coming up with..."

"Then how about you fix the original problem?" Jack turned to stare at her and she quickly let go of his head. "Sorry... what is it?"

"Poverty, a lot of men and women lack the skill or courage to work in any other profession, or they might just like it too much. Those people usually end up trying to see themselves as prostitutes on the streets, but that mostly ends up with them scammed and not paid. Abel provides them with protection, guaranteed payment, and health care in exchange for a cut of what they make." Jack explained.

"So you're saying..." She mumbled.

"Without him, endless children would start emerging on the street. Even I was one. I do not know my parents, and I doubt they knew of me or survived long enough. It's a shitty life, growing in the streets isn't something that should exist. Abel is limiting that, and that's a good thing." He looked at her. "If you think what he's doing is bad, then fix the city before trying to stop him."

"You're right." Lydia sighed, "It's a systematic problem. Stopping him won't fix anything."

Jack smiled, "So you understand."

"The scent of the hells, what kind of power did you pick up from there?"

"Want to see it?" Lydia smiled.

"Yeah, but we need to find another place." The rat tapped his tail on the ground and they all disappeared.

Arad and Lydia had a short training bout, and the results looked astounding. He was using his clone which had half his magic power but was just as durable as his full self, but even with that, Lydia's smites could knock him into the next phase with a single hit. Albeit landing those smites seemed impossible with his speed. And she only managed to hit him as he allowed her to do so.

What was more horrifying was when Lydia's blade sparked black under Amaterasu's eclipse, showing a power that contradicts her holy magic. Rotting Arad's flesh upon contact and preventing him from healing.

The two faced each other as Lydia's sword turned back to normal.

"Don't use that sword in front of anyone." Arad said, "It's vile."

"I know. It's not something a paladin should use to enact justice." She looked at him, "But, I feel this power was granted to me for a reason. It eats away at holy magic and erases it to zero...perfect for killing demi-gods like Vars."

Arad started thinking, "So, you're saying we're going to face a demi-god soon? Is that a vision from Amaterasu?"

"No, it's just my conclusion." She looked at him. "I gained this power from Asmodeus, Amaterasu's Archon, and the ruler of the nine hells."

To the south of Croc city, a man sat on a wooden chair in a small village, carrying a golden ball in his hand. "They all died, the party I sent to Croc..." He mumbled.

"Lord Jordan, we got a message from the new team heading to Croc. They successfully located the woman who started the massacre of the Gonger warehouse. At the time of the writing of the letter, she was coming down from the university to the city." The man who walked inside said with a gentle bow.

"I hope they follow their plan." Lord Jordan stared at him with a twisting face. "They will? Won't they?"

"Capture her alive and bring her here. Indeed, they'll do just that." The man bowed deeper.

"Good, those who don't follow my words have no place in my heaven. Make sure everyone remembers that." Lord Jordan growled.

"Yes, Your Highness." The man slowly walked backward and exited the room.

"Such a mysterious thing, but how beautiful it is." He stared at the golden ball in his hand. "The world wants me to rise. There is no other explanation as to why I found this. This land itself saved me decades of preparation and hundreds of worshippers, it's right before my hands, the divine spark." He stood, twitching, "But...Those villains could still try and steal this from me to stall my great plan! But I'm smarter than them, I'm indeed!" He gulped the golden ball, "Now, take it from my corpse. You foul ones!"