Guild Wars

Chapter 1247: Return

"STOP HIM!" Cruelty roared with desperation in his voice, foreseeing that the future for them was bleak if this fellow managed to escape.

The other Origin Gods also understood this issue and roared collectively as they unleashed 100% of their full power. Some even broke through small bottlenecks on the spot because they knew that death would come in the future if this problem was not nipped in the bud now.

"Die! Die! Die!! DIE FOR ME!!!" Wrath roared as he literally flung his axe after imbuing the full extent of his law and all the Origin Energy he could muster, not even leaving a drop behind.

Draco, who was quickly retreating towards the world barrier of the Western Fantasy Realm, had his expression change for the first time since this battle began, showing a hint of fear. Even the previous trump card unleashed attack was not comparable to this volley and it was too late to seal the strength of the users.

In the end, his eyes became bloodshot as he went crazy from the threat of demise. Draco forgot all his other branches and focused solely on his space branch, channeling all his bloodline power until his body was almost cracked by the sheer pressure within.

A giant wormhole appeared before him that led to another area in the void a few hundred miles away, swallowing a large portion of the attacks and displacing them elsewhere. However, immense pressure was placed on the wormhole, which caused it to crack and shatter, unleashing a spatial storm that caused the faces of the Origin Gods nearby to change as they retreated rapidly.

Due to the nature of the void, the spatial storm did not weaken at all and rather continued to gain power as it hurtled off into the distance, becoming another permanent fixture of the boundless void that would cause endless beings to suffer misfortune and death somewhere else.

As for Draco, the portal shattered, his body shattered and the remaining attacks landed on him. In the end, he could only forcefully summon his Divine Law Clone to stand in front of him, then his avatar as well.

Both clones were destroyed by the attacks, but finally consumed them all after doing their utmost to protect the main body. The shockwave from the attacks hit Draco and caused him to spit his final mouthful of blood, but also sent him hurtling towards the world barrier and passing through with ease since he was a native resident.

"NO!" Cruelty wailed with endless fear and pain, while the eyes of the other Origin Gods became red.

When they set out on this mission, they had thought that there was a waste of manpower since over 30 fully powered Origin Gods could even give a genuine Semi-Eternal being some trouble, much less a fake Eternal like what Draco was reported to be.

Even if they couldn't kill him - which they thought was unlikely - they could still capture and seal him until his power waned and they finished him off. They did not expect that under their continuous bombardment for hours on end, he managed to maintain his dog life and even escaped back to his native realm!

One should know that they couldn't easily touch him in the Western Fantasy Realm, otherwise the Status Quo Faction and the External Help Faction would not have waited until he foolishly stepped into the void nexus ahead of time!

Thinking like this, their hearts were like dead ashes. Malice turned to Scimitar with red eyes and approached him.

"There must be a way, right?!" he asked with desperation.

The other Origin Gods seemed to regain hope and tuned to Scimitar who took in their states with an internal sigh.

"It's hard to say. As you know in our realm, the Promotion faction is the largest, and most of them are not exactly friendly to this mortal, but they plan to capture him when he ascends as an Origin God to resolve the problem at hand. They would die first before allowing him to perish under their noses before he fulfills his uses." Scimitar began to explain, sheathing Shuro's katana gently.

"We cannot directly take action because if we do, someone will come to protect him. Meanwhile, no subordinate we send can kill him as you've seen that he can even withstand all of us. Even the strongest Semi-Origin God under our command can only fight him to near death if they leverage the rules of our realm."

Scimitar's conclusion made the freshly rejuvenated Origin Gods fall back down to despair, which was even worse than before.

With a pace face, Passion stepped forth and asked tentatively. "So… what are we supposed to do now?"

Scimitar hesitated and shook his head. "Return to where you came and make peace with yourself. There is a significant chance he will come for you later on but there is also a chance that the Promotion Faction will kill him after milking his value to the extreme. I will try my best to ensure the latter."

Hearing this, the various Origin Gods shared looks of dismay.

Noble beings like them had to actually wash their necks and wait for someone to behead them?

What a terrible decision they had made to come here.

...…

Farmer John was a Rank 1 NPC who worked in the large farmyard belonging to his boss, Flint Clearway, the Rank 5 tycoon who owned literally half of the properties in Relic Fortune City.

As usual, Farmer John was busy directing his farm hands to work on the soil and clean up the animals when the sky suddenly split apart, displaying a dark void full of glowing orange lights. This sight scared him and his farm hands silly until the hole closed, revealing a strange object that hurtled towards the ground like a meteor, bursting into flames from the speed of the movement.

BOOOOM!

The meteor crashed into the ground and caused a huge earthquake that startled all the animals, causing them to screech and scream endlessly with fear. This snapped the humans out of their daze as the farm hands rushed to calm the animals down lest they hurt themselves while a young girl rushed towards Farmer John.

"Daddy, what was that?!" The young girl, who was about 16 to 20 years of age in terms of physical development, exclaimed.

Farm John, upon seeing his beloved daughter, forcibly suppressed his fear and confusion, putting on a stern face as he spoke. "Helen, return to your mother. I will go and investigate what happened and report to Lord Flint immediately."

Helen shook her head, her locks of golden hair bouncing about her fair cheeks. "No way! I am coming with you in case something happens!"

Farmer John shook his head. "Helen, be good and listen to Dad, it's too dangerous for you to be doing this."

Helen did not relent, taking out a shortsword and bucket shield from her hip. "Dad, you're forgetting that I am a Rank 3 Warrior! If there's any danger, I will protect you!"

Farmer John saw his daughter's determined gaze and sighed deeply, knowing that he could not persuade her. Not to mention that she was right, she was far stronger than him anyway and could be more useful if danger occurred.

"Okay dear, but please make sure to prioritize your safety." Farmer John relented and said with concern.

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Helen smiled confidently and used her sword to bang her shield. "Don't worry Dad, I know!"

The two set out with some other braver farm hands who wielded forest axes and pitchforks, trekking along the ruined ground outside the farm area towards where the meteors landed. It wasn't hard to find it since a copious amount of smoke was rising from the spot, and it took the group about 3 minutes of rapid movement to get there.

Seeing the large crater that was about as wide as a small lake, the group couldn't help but gulp, and even the confident Helen wavered significantly. However, they still gingerly forged on because they couldn't hope to ignore this event.

What if it was some dangerous monster that could wipe them all out? They had to investigate and see if this monster was weakened and try to finish it off or capture it so that the ones behind them could resolve this problem.

Peering into the crater, what the group saw left them speechless. Rather than a giant monster with limbs like tentacles and ten heads, it was a human male who was wearing tattered black armor, his body cracked like a vase that had been glued back together, and his face locked in a rictus of pain.

Seeing him, the farm hands stepped back involuntarily since the aura Draco was radiating still reflected his power before he crashed, being something that mere low-rank mortals like them could barely withstand.

Farmer John was slightly better as he had some experience and items on him to make him more resilient. He was about to say something when he noticed Helen leap down into the crater agilely, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Farmer John almost called out to her but remained silent when he thought that his words could wake up the man within. From the power he was giving off, not even Lord Flint could survive in his presence, much less Helen!

Helen though was not paying attention to any of that. She had exclaimed under her breath when he first saw Draco, shocked at seeing such a handsome man for the first time in her life. Even Kevin, the son of Lord Flint who was a casanova and often liked to hit on her, was far below Draco's quality!

Unlike the men who were deterred and intimidated by Draco's remnant aura, Helen was rather attracted by it. Because of that, when she got closer, she realized some things that the others failed to note.

Firstly, this man was semi-conscious at best and most likely unconscious at worst. Secondly, his wounds were not something that any potion or bandage could fix. Thirdly, his aura was weakening rapidly per second, to the point that it was about to extinguish in a few seconds.

Helen entered a daze as she glanced at Draco. There seemed to be a certain epiphany in her mind, something esoteric and transcendent telling her that if she took care of this man and assisted him, her destiny would change forever and her fate would soar beyond her wildest dreams.

In order to reach that goal, she had to help him as he was now. Still in such a trance, the young girl reached a hand out to Draco's face, about to touch him and help him up.

However, her hand was caught by another, causing Helen to snap out of her daze to realize that she was no longer alone. At some point in her trance, two women with wildly different dispositions and features had arrived beside her.

One wore fluffy and strange golden robes that could not hope to hide her voluptuous body that even made Helen feel lust while the other wore white armor that ended in a skirt and had such beauty that Helen felt awed.

The one who held her hand was the celestial beauty, who was glancing at her somewhat coldly.

"This is not your chance to change your fate. You can take your people back and let the lord behind you report to Vita's Administration for a reward." Eva said neutrally, lifting Helen slightly and sending her out of the crater with a simple telekinetic movement.

Shuangtian flicked a finger, allowing a strange golden mark to appear on Helen's forehead. "Forgive my sister, she is in a really bad mood right now. Take this and continue working hard, one day you will receive a great reward."

After saying this, both of them disappeared with the wounded man, restoring the crater to perfect as if nothing had happened. If everyone here hadn't seen what had happened for themselves, they would have thought they were dreaming.

It was only Helen who felt a strange sense of loss, as if she had been denied something greater than she could have ever imagined.