Chapter 87 - The Unfair Fight (1/2)

The Ouranos Citadel's citizens felt a heavy loss, their home, their acquaintance, a face that they used to know. The rubble and debris from the titan skeleton put a melancholy in their eyes.

But those three days have made them close with their neighbors more than they thought. Some groups had started to share their land to construct temporary housing for the children and the weak. Unity had been heavily encouraged; the forest spirits were there to help.

Misbehavior would still be enforced with harsh truth, but those three days have taught them that as long as they didn't break the unspoken rules, they would be safe. This planted a seed of a lawful future, combining fear, rewards, and freedom equally.

They were free to do anything, as long as it didn't hurt others and revolt against the authorities. They were free to leave, if they wanted to miss the great opportunity promised by the new Director. They also had no doubt because the heavenly banquet alone had proven the new government capability, making the people believe and assured to follow the rewarding and meticulous path of being Ouranos Citadel's civilian.

It was amazing because it had only been a few days. All of this was possible with the resources MF had with the founding of Domeniul Ceresc, if she hadn't met with Damascus, if Tuli didn't even somehow get into the cave she was in, she wouldn't be able to face the Angel.

Master of improvisation, she thought of herself. She was proud of it, of course. After all, she had nobody to be proud of her back then. But time had changed, she treasured everything she possessed. By all means necessary, she won't be kind to anything that will snatch her treasure.

MF had evolved her mentality into a hoarding dragon. She was aware of it, plucking the unnecessary greed out of her and hugging her piles of treasure close to her tightly.

But there was still one thing that didn't change at all.

It was her utter disgust of those so called 'Usurpers'.

The moment MF seamlessly entered the dome barrier, her angelic pressure forced the two of them to their knees. Her kind halo definitely didn't match with her terrifying expression and the dreaded bloody dark wings.

Carla got descended into the ground with the pressure alone, her tiny wings on her head were clearly not meant to match those of angelic existence. Her sweats reversed, climbing to her forehead instead of going down. Her mind got haunted immediately by MF's sudden appearance.

The chainsaw began to growl.

'An angel!? How?? I-is it a new variant!? Since when did black Angel ever exist!? Shit, shit, shit, shit, where is Jaro when we need him!?'

Despite all of it, Gushen acted more strangely than what MF had predicted.

His eyes were white, he slowly got up despite the pressure, forcing every inch of his muscle to lift his scythe.

He was unconscious, yet his determination made him stand.

Foel then immediately stabbed him from the back with a long halberd, continuously pushing the pole to the sky. His guts got hooked and now it was pulled out together with his heart at the end of the blade. Carla's eyes were on the ground, she was scared but it was better that if she didn't know what had happened to her partner.

”This is for Calus, you prick. Next time, don't mess with someone's pet.”

Suddenly, Gushen's lifeless body moved. He immediately slashed everything near him, lifting the ground with its sheer swinging force. He grabbed his guts and heart and threw it all away as he immediately rushed for the Angel.

Carla was pushed away, her armor was regenerating and it seemed like the knock back kindled her consciousness again. Calmly, she planned for what to do next.