Chapter 827: A Divine Scheme

Chapter 827: A Divine Scheme



With the first kingdom successfully stopped, Arad's wives continued their journey as Merlin and Betty took turns casting mass-teleportation magic to accelerate their travel. Teleporting themselves was easy, what made it exhausting was Meryem who was bringing a whole army of her children. They might need the numbers.

But a fair distance outside Croc city, a new carriage had started to move, slowly but steadily. "Ammmm..." Jordan stared at the man facing him inside the carriage. "Wouldn't it be faster if we teleported straight to them?" He asked with a puzzled face.

"Use your head...you're really helpless after losing Vorvadoss's support." The man before him sighed. "We can't act rashly; the gods will smite us down if they feel us breaking the rules."

"She's new; she won't be able to resist us long enough. You've said it; the gods can't do anything if it's too late." Jordan looked out of the window. "I've been a demi-god for almost a year now, and I've even amassed tens of thousands of believers."

"You've got tens of thousands, and I've got in the hundreds of thousands." The man pointed at Jordan. "Read the mood, if I'm not jumping straight, what makes you think you can get it done? If she was a normal demi-god, I would've already killed her, but the bitch still has Amaterasu's divine magic."

"Do you mean?" Jordan gasped.

"Yeah, just how I'm supporting you now. Amaterasu is supporting her; we can't mess around with the sun goddess. She'll flip the whole world on us." Jordan pulled the small wine bottle that was kept in the carriage and poured some to drink.

"You can kill her with a sneeze." Jordan said, "Do you really think she has power?"

"She's a demi-god of murder and is supported by the goddess of the sun. I've looked into her and found she's also a half-elf half purple dragon, who is a vampire on top of everything." He looked at Jordan, "I bet she has insane regeneration. I don't want to risk her surviving a hit and alerting Amaterasu."

"Is Amaterasu that strong? Vorvadoss said that she shouldn't be a problem later on." Jordan asked.

"Simple. There is she, the sun. Go do something about it." The man pointed outside.

"Even if you ask me..." Jordan looked at the sun high in the sky.

"Get it? Then shut your mouth! How the fuck do you want to fight that thing? And Let me tell

you, that's just one sun. Each world of existence has its sun, and they are all parts of Amaterasu."

"Ahem..." A woman's voice came from the driver's seat. "My Lord, please stop mentioning her. Her I've sensed her glance toward us."

"Got it, please keep watch Angelina." The man smiled.

"I've never expected to see an A-simar that could sense the watching eye of the gods." Jordan looked at the man with a smile. "Is that a skill that can be learned?"

"She isn't an A-simar." The man replied.

Jordan looked at her again, "But, what with the white wings?"

"She's a real angel. My angel." The man smiled and she looked back at them.

The woman approached her and looked into the basket, seeing a decent bottle of wine, some rare herbs, and a few coins.

"Decent, but he prefers coins. We throw them in a deep well. But if you're looking for the best offering, it's another believer. Bring a new believer and it'll count as a thousand gold." The woman said with a happy face.

"I didn't know what to bring." Selica tilted her head, "I'll put those today and bring a more appropriate offering next time." She walked with her and the group, heading toward Jordan's

shrine.

As Selica walked with them, putting on a smile, her mind was already boiling. ^I can't keep up with them. What the hell is this Jordan? Want coins? Since when did gods need that, you

scummy bastard?^

The only reason gods ask for money is for it to be used to run their churches. The nuns and priests need to eat and keep the place clean, it's also used to buy herbs and materials needed when healing people. If this is a shrine that no one works at, why in the hell does it need

money?

Even Amaterasu, one of the most influential gods only asks people to praise the sun, nothing more. When you give money to the church, she's clear that she doesn't need money. Thy money is thy money, praise me, and that's enough. She clearly says the money is for mortals to use, referring to her priesthood.

^And to think this Jordan is most likely just a demi-god, who does he think he is? Lady Sena would eat him for breakfast if he dared show his face to her.

They reached the shrine and the men moved apart. "You ladies go first. We can wait." One of them said as they moved away.

The women approached the shrine. "How about we show the new woman first?" The woman who spoke with Selica first looked at her with a smile. "We can't keep you waiting." "Yeah, thank you." She approached the shrine. It was a small stone bowl surrounded by carved stones in the shape of spears with a well behind the bowl.

"Throw the money into the well and put anything else in the bowl. After that kneel down and say, Lord Jordan, please accept this offer." The woman smiled, "You'll see them magically

disappear if he accepts them."

Selica looked at the shrine, she would rather not kneel, but the act must continue until she gets back to Sena and Lydia to inform them of the shrine's location and what those people are

doing.

Selica did just as the woman said, but her vision suddenly turned back as she felt herself falling into darkness. She gasped and looked around but could see nothing. The people around the shrine smiled, "Finally, she's caught. The bitch that got the Croc's group killed." The bandits that Jack killed were working for Jordan, and the only lead they got was Lydia, the woman that Croc's bandits trailed right before their deaths.

Selica rolled through a stone hole until she smacked on the hard ground, feeling her back almost shattering. "Those bastards..." She growled, barely managing to stand.

As she did, torches lit the room revealing over fifty bulky men surrounding her with weapons. "You better not resist, beautiful lady. We might spare your life." One of them laughed with a

smile on his face.

Selica's eyes glow with a red flare and she licked her forearms and fists, engulfing them in her spit. Without saying a word, the explosive crackle on her knuckles said it all, it's either win or die trying.