Chapter 1173: Meeting With The Goddess Of Twilight Chorus And Fortune (2)

Chapter 1173: Meeting With The Goddess Of Twilight Chorus And Fortune (2)



The golden liquid seeped away from the goddess's body, flowing back into the pool.

Seeing the familiar goddess with short golden hair-now without the tiny black and white streaks-dressed in a knee-length black gown as dark as night with rough edges at the hem, Aurora's eyes widened in shock.

She looked eerily similar to Ilse.

As the goddess opened her eyes, another pressure wave enveloped the chamber.

CRACK!

In an instant, Aurora's barrier shattered. Before she could reinforce it, the pressure slammed into her, knocking her to the ground with a heavy gasp. Her sceptre slipped from her grasp and landed a short distance away.

Orion lay unconscious on the ground, blood oozing from the cracks in his morphic puppet armour, staining his face.

The crimson greatsword had sunk deeper into the earth.

Seeing Orion's condition, Aurora's expression morphed, then twisted into rage.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Aerialia observed the scene with a solemn gaze before refocusing on the goddess floating above the pool. She stretched out her right hand, and in an instant, the crimson greatsword pulled itself out of the ground and flew into her ethereal grasp.

As Aerialia raised the greatsword, she restored it to its full size-about four meters long. The tip of the greatsword hovered beneath the goddess's chin.

The goddess withdrew her gaze from Orion and Aurora towards Aerialia.

"I understand your worries, but I advise you to restrain your power unless you want to be entirely erased from existence," Aerialia said coldly, her tone and expression solemn.

As soon as she finished speaking, the crimson greatsword hummed violently, radiating an intense glow. Outside the manor, a blood-red moon appeared above the clouds, bathing the sky in a crimson hue. It overshadowed the sun and its light.

Witnessing this ominous sight, the sanctuary residents panicked. In an instant, soldiers were tasked with maintaining order. At the same time, several Arch-knights and knights rushed toward the Priestess's manor to figure out what was transpiring.

Within the chamber,

After a brief silence, the goddess dispelled the oppressive pressure that had enveloped the chamber.

"Since you don't seem to have lost your memories, you should already know the answer to that question. However, compared to me, you have it much worse, as we already have an Ilse back in our territory. I'm not sure she'll be pleased to find out there's another one here," she added.

The goddess froze, her body trembling, and her eyes widened in realization.

"Impossible..." she spat. "That bastard!!"

"I need an explanation for what has happened here and who or what you are," Aerialia said. "Where is she?" the goddess demanded, her teeth clenched as she fixed a fierce gaze on

Aerialia.

Suddenly, a tense pressure slowly enveloped the surroundings.

"I asked you a question first, so think carefully before you do anything foolish. I wouldn't mind helping goddess Ilse eliminate a fake I encountered," Aerialia replied, raising her

sword.

The goddess narrowed her eyes at Aerialia, her teeth clenched, emotions swirling through her once serene gaze—anger, frustration, grief, pain, hatred, and more. Soon, she exhaled and dispelled the pressure.

"I am Ilse. However, you can now refer to me as the Goddess of Twilight Chorus and Fortune. I am unaware of the Ilse you speak of, but whoever she is, she's the fake," the goddess introduced herself.

"That will be for us to judge. Continue," Aerialia responded, pointing the crimson greatsword

blade at her.

"More than 7,000 years ago, I was infected by Vylkr energy that had emerged from the corpse of a divine being known as Oberon, also called the Aegis of the Arctic Deity. After being transplanted into an Omnithriallain's body, the fool made a vow with an Omnithriallain to fully gain possession of its body. The vow was to eliminate all the gods that entered this universe through the stellar gates."

"He failed, and in retaliation, he was cursed by the Vylkr energy, which slowly devoured him. This energy was harmful to divine beings, and unfortunately, I was infected," Ilse explained, her fierce gaze wavering as though hesitant to reveal how she became infected.

"We're already aware of that. You can skip to what transpired afterwards," Aerialia said, her gaze filled with pity.

Ilse looked away briefly before continuing, "After the confrontation with the 'Seven Great Gods,' which resulted in severe losses on both sides, Na...ka... sealed part of what was known as Paradise, including those who had survived the war, within this pocket dimension. His goal was to hide me while he searched for a cure for the curse. Initially, he was confident, but eventually, he realized that even his abilities were no match for the fury of an Omnithriallain -a race created by the combined might of the gods while they were in heaven. "He performed all kinds of experiments, such as attempting to restore me fully and even stripping me of my divine status to that of a mortal to eliminate the effects of the curse. But none of his efforts could save me from the gnawing claws of the curse."

"In desperation, he chose to collect fragments of my divine soul and essence that hadn't been infected and placed them in the imperishable corpse of an Omnithriallain. Even though I was unwilling to see myself reduced to such a state, as it wasn't a true rebirth, it was the only option. It worked, but at the same time it didn't. The body seemed to reject the divine soul and essence, creating a stalemate where both struggled for control yet were sealed together. It never fully awakened. Eventually, he gave up," the goddess clenched her fists as she spoke. "With a genuine divine being now infected by Vylkr energy, he decided to use my remains to continue his experiments in creating the perfect race, one capable of breaking into the heavens. The other subjects of his experiments were the remaining races within Paradise. Initially, he made countless errors in trying to grant them the ability to control this cursive energy, which could directly harm even divine beings."

"Even if the subjects weren't killed outright by the Vylkr energy, they succumbed to an illness known as the Death Plague, where their will was eradicated by the curse. However, he eventually made progress. His experiments led to the result of mortals who could restrain the dire effects of the Vylkr energy."