Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 987 - 483: Ressia and Little Luoxi Meet Again, Did I Do Something Wrong? (4k)_2
"Ah..."
Duke Kelly looked at the tragic state of Reylia and sighed in his heart, thinking that she was probably beyond saving.
That gun must have been of legendary power, with bullets carrying the force of rules, surely one of the famed firearms of the Pan Continent. A close-range hit to the head—if Reylia somehow survived, it would be a miracle.
Where on earth did Florecia get that gun?
Despite the many guests and Duke Moro’s no-expense-spared efforts to save her, Reyceria’s body finally... turned into a mass of flesh that seemed to have been sliced into countless pieces by fine threads.
"Gone... It’s all gone."
Duke Moro stared blankly at what had been his ’grandson.’
All his grand ambitions crumbled into fantasy with his grandson’s death.
The circling nobles were also in agony.
Damn it, how could it end up like this? 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Every election cycle for the Golden Kingdom’s Lord of the Country candidate, quite a few would die, sometimes even all candidates perishing together, leading to some unknown individual taking advantage of the situation.
But this might be the first time in history that a candidate for Lord of the Country had been killed by their own family, right?
That was one for the history books.
In the future of the Golden Kingdom, everyone would know there was once a candidate for Lord who died because his own sister conspired against him.
"Florecia!"
Duke Moro, with eyes bloodshot, teleported to Florecia’s side, gripping her throat tightly, and intently asked her,
"What on earth did I ever do to you? Why would you do this to me? Why would you do this to your brother? He was your own brother, your blood brother!"
Florecia’s pale face quickly turned red, but she couldn’t speak, only looking at the old man with sad eyes.
Duke Moro, trembling, let go of her.
"What do you want to say?"
"You... haven’t been my family for a long time."
"B*stard!"
Duke Moro could no longer bear it and was about to break his ungrateful granddaughter’s neck then and there.
After all, everything had been destroyed.
Just at that moment...
Crack!
The sound of the Blessing Glory being torn apart resonated in the sky.
Florecia’s vision blurred as her grandfather was suddenly struck by a massive force and sent flying. A stunning woman with black hair, holding a young boy’s hand, appeared in front of her.
"Enemy attack!"
"Defend!"
"Protect the Lord Duke!"
Before the servants in the hall could react, the black-haired woman whisked Florecia away in an instant, leaving nothing behind at the scene, except for the massive claw mark torn through the sky above, a testament to the terrifying event that had just occurred.
"Damn, who is it? Show yourself!"
Duke Moro teleported back, his face covered in blood, and furiously roared at the sky.
The nobles looked at each other in confusion.
What happened? Who just tore through the protective Blessing Glory of David City and sent the Divine Tree’s controller flying, snatching the person away by force?
Someone approached and said, "Duke Moro, we have other matters to attend to, so we’ll be leaving now."
"And about the alliance, perhaps we should put it on hold?" another Marquis suggested.
Then, someone else sarcastically said, "Duke Moro, why don’t you have another child? Otherwise, your family’s vast estate will have no heir after you’re gone. Or is it that your body just can’t do it anymore? How about I adopt a child to you?"
As soon as these words came out, the previously silent nobles were taken aback.
Sh*t, who’s trying to commit suicide here?
Now that Duke Moro had lost his grandson and was about to vent his anger on Florecia, who had just been taken away by someone unknown, you dare to provoke him like this? If you’re seeking death, don’t involve us!
Someone hurriedly said with a forced smile, "Don’t listen to his nonsense, Duke. I have the best medicine that can certainly help you father more children!"
"Damn it, don’t talk nonsense! Ah, Duke Moro, I wasn’t speaking about you!"
"You scoundrels..."
A tidal wave of murderous intent surged within Duke Moro.
"Why should I be the only one to lose everything, while you all stand there comfortably, watching my humiliation?"
Since he now had nothing left.
Then, let them all die together.
An incomparable terror was gradually released from Duke Moro’s body.
Duke Kelly’s complexion changed as he roared, "Moro, have you gone mad? I have the Lord of the Country’s communicator token right here. Do you really dare to lay a hand on us? Do you intend to completely destroy your family?"
The current ruler of the Golden Kingdom was still in office, officially supporting no one, but he had a decent relationship with the former ruler.
With so many nobles present, even if Duke Moro could wield the power of an early Sixth-order within Praying City, among this group, there were two at the peak of Tier Five – enough to at least hold him off for a while.
Once the old ruler arrived, than Praying City would be finished.
The old man’s terrifying pressure faltered and then dispersed.
He suddenly seemed to age a decade, his murky gaze looking over the guests, waving his hand dismissively.
"Let’s go, let’s go..."
Duke Kelly breathed a sigh of relief, gathered his family, and flew straight off.
The others left one by one until only a messy hall remained, along with the unrecognizable remains on the floor.
Duke Moro bent down, his face streaked with tears of old age.
Scenes from the childhood of his two children playing and laughing together echoed in his mind.
Why had it come to this?
"Did I... do something wrong?"
Only after the irreparable had occurred did the old man recall that he had never paid much attention to his granddaughter. From beginning to end, he had only seen her as a tool for an alliance marriage.
"Lord Duke, would you care to make a deal?"
A man’s voice rang out, flat and expressionless.
Duke Moro’s eyes turned cold, his aura rose, and he lifted his head to look over.
"Who is it? Come out!"
The authority of the Divine Tree descended upon the corner in front.
"Don’t be so frightening."
A graceful and handsome man, with hands raised, walked out from behind a pillar, smiling and saying, "I am the 50th Pope of the Church of Truth, Ignis. I am here today to propose a deal to you, my Lord. We can resurrect your grandson."
"He will become the new Pope of the Church of Truth, the Lord of the Golden Kingdom! He will reign supreme over the world!"
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Florecia couldn’t believe the boy that appeared before her.
His delicate and lovely face featured a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to shimmer with starlight – the very features of the child she had acknowledged and traveled with for four years.
"Little Luoxi? Are... are you still alive?"
"Mm, Mommy Ressia, I’m back."
Luoxi gently buried the girl’s head in his chest.
It used to be her burying into him, and now it was the other way around.
"Little Luoxi, I’ve missed you so much."
Florecia felt the familiar warmth and finally broke into heart-wrenching sobs.
All Luoxi could do was gently comfort her.
Thinking about it, Damn Text was really powerful.
Despite saying he was no match for the Lord of Truth, to create an opportunity for him, Damn Text took it upon himself to charge forward, dragging that Evil God into the depths of the Void for a clash.
He, on the other hand, was cast out, plunged into the depths like diving into water, and after breaking through a certain level, fell into a dark world akin to the universe, fortuitously encountering the flying Black Dragon Bahamut.
Bahamut said that after her last departure, she went to investigate the cause of the ’Void’s’ destruction without success and decided to look into the Abyss for the ’Void’s’ corresponding Origin Disaster – the Source of the Abyss, Speysha. But she had not expected that this search would take over a decade.
She had thought it was just about a year.
Luoxi once again witnessed the species of longevity’s indifference to time.
However, it was fortunate that Black Dragon had arrived; otherwise, Luoxi did not know how long he would have drifted in the base layers of the Abyss, a place devoid of air. Perhaps because of the Star Bell of this era, Luoxi didn’t need to breathe and was unaffected, but he would still have starved to death.
Regrettably, Star Bell couldn’t unseal his strength, and what Luoxi could now wield was only the starlight she had placed upon him, incapable of performing feats like Divine Descent.
"I wonder if she’s all right..."
