My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 437: The Oath of a Deity

"What!?"

The Dragon Ancestor stared in shock as the once-clear sky darkened.

Ominous black clouds swirled around the invisible barrier protecting Eryuentium, casting a suffocating shadow over the floating city.

*Boom!*

Explosions of multicolored lightning roared from all directions, as if heralding the end of the world.

The Dragon Ancestor’s heart pounded—this phenomenon was eerily reminiscent of the Evil God’s descent in the distant past.

"What the hell is going on? Why did the sky change so suddenly?"

Springing to his feet, his expression turned vigilant.

He surveyed his surroundings before extending his senses across tens of thousands of kilometers.

Yet, he found no trace of enemies or anything out of the ordinary.

Nevertheless, he soon realized that the dark clouds had spread across an area spanning tens of thousands of kilometers from Eryuentium’s center.

"This is truly strange..." the Dragon Ancestor muttered, his brows knitting in confusion.

He had no idea who could have triggered a phenomenon of this scale.

But one thing was certain—whoever was behind it possessed unfathomable power, perhaps even rivaling his former self... or worse, surpassing it.

...

Beneath the vast and majestic palace under the Desert of Chaos, a man sat in meditation at the center of a grand circular altar, surrounded by towering statues.

His body was well-built, with pectoral muscles as hard as steel and a stomach sculpted with eight perfectly defined abs.

Long black hair cascaded down his back, framing an extraordinarily handsome face with a perfectly chiseled jawline.

He was Leon’s eternal enemy of the future—the Evil God.

"Hmm?" The Evil God’s brows furrowed slightly. Slowly, he opened his eyes, revealing an abyssal blackness—like a pair of black holes that could swallow anything.

"How strange... Why is my heart beating so fast?" he murmured warily, pressing a hand against his chest.

For a deity like him, such a thing should have been impossible—unless it meant that a great threat awaited his arrival.

Suppressing the unease creeping into his mind, he curled his lips into a mocking smile and muttered, "Heh! Whatever it is, I couldn’t care less. In this world, no one can defeat me!"

Dark energy erupted from his body, causing the entire palace to tremble.

But suddenly, the black and gold chains wrapped around him rattled violently before igniting with a radiant black and gold light.

In an instant, the dark energy was obliterated, and the Evil God’s face turned deathly pale.

"Bastard..." he growled through clenched teeth, his fiery gaze locked onto the chains.

Then, shifting his eyes to the two towering statues in the distance, he whispered with seething killing intent, "Luminus Troya, Amon Crimson... Once I break free, your descendants and your entire race will be the first to perish! This is my oath—a deity’s oath!" Find exclusive stories on novelbuddy

*Boom!*

The moment his words fell, the entire palace and the Desert of Chaos above it quaked violently.

...

The mysterious phenomenon sent shockwaves through the demon race, dragon race, and mankind alike. Many trembled in fear, wondering anxiously—was this a sign of the world’s end?

Yet, if one were to ask who suffered the most, the answer would be the two men tasked with killing Charlotte, Iris, and Fiona.

The explosion of holy power from Fiona’s body blasted them hundreds of meters away, slamming them into the invisible barrier that protected the inner palace.

"Pufft!" Both coughed up blood, agony surging through every inch of their bodies.

"It hurts... it hurts!" the fierce-faced man groaned, his expression pale and weak.

The sheer force of the impact had crushed his bones, severed his nerves, and left him unable to move even a finger.

His comrade, the short man beside him, fared no better. The powerful shockwave had shattered the back of his skull and crushed his spine.

Blood trickled from his nose, ears, and mouth. With such grievous wounds, he could only lie there, groaning in agony, utterly immobilized.

Lying on the floor, Stella panted heavily, her round face drained of color.

Though she had managed to endure the fierce-faced man’s attacks, the damage was severe. Dark bruises covered her face, painting a miserable sight.

To make matters worse, blood seeped from her nose, mouth, and ears, marking just how grave her injuries were.

Stella’s vision blurred, and she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.

But she refused to give in. Her three sisters were still in danger—she couldn’t afford to faint!

With great effort, she lifted her head, only for the sight before her to leave her stunned.

"Fiona!?" she gasped in horror.

In her hazy line of sight, Fiona floated midair, enveloped by an intense, holy-white power that raged like a whirlwind, tearing through everything around it.

Yet, despite its terrifying force, the power did not harm her, Charlotte, or Iris.

Fiona’s round eyes gleamed with a brilliant white light, and at the center of her forehead, a golden star-shaped symbol shone like the sun.

"Sister Stella!"

A worried voice called from her right. Stella forced her dizzy head to turn and saw Iris rushing toward her.

"Sister, are you alright?" Iris knelt beside her, her face filled with anxiety.

"I... Ahem..." Stella tried to respond, but a sharp pain shot through her, making her cough.

Blood trickled from the corner of her lips, causing Iris’s eyes to widen in fear.

"Don’t talk! It’ll make your wounds worse!" she warned, tears welling up in her eyes.

Stella had suffered these injuries protecting her, Charlotte, and Fiona. The thought of her sister enduring such pain made Iris’s heart ache.

"Ahem... It’s fine... These wounds are nothing," Stella whispered weakly, her voice frail yet stubborn.

Before Leon took her in, she had always suffered oppression at the hands of evil demons—oppression that often ended in violence.

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Her body was frequently covered in severe wounds, leaving her in agony for months.

Even so, Iris ignored Stella’s reassurance and kept her worried expression.

She gently hooked Stella’s arm over her right shoulder and helped her up.

Despite the noticeable weight difference due to their age gap, Iris showed no signs of struggle.

"What about Charlotte? Is she okay?" Stella asked anxiously.

With both eyes swollen and her vision blurred, she couldn’t clearly see her surroundings.

Iris was about to answer, but before she could speak, a voice interrupted from beside her.

"I’m fine, Sister Stella. Don’t worry."

They both turned toward the voice and saw Charlotte smiling at them. Yet, her condition was far from fine.

A dark bruise marred the right side of her face, and her once neatly tied white hair was now tangled and disheveled.

Seeing her sisters in such a state felt like a knife slicing through Iris’s heart.

Anger, resentment, and hatred toward the two men flared within her.

"Let me help." Charlotte stepped to Stella’s left side, supporting her alongside Iris.

The three turned their gaze to Fiona, who floated in the air, an immense holy power surging endlessly from her body.

"What’s happening to Fiona, Sisters?" Iris asked, her voice laced with concern as she looked to Stella and Charlotte.

Neither of them responded. They simply stared, unable to comprehend what had caused Fiona to become like this.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps approached from behind, accompanied by a familiar, anxious voice.

"Charlotte! Iris! Stella!"