Xyrin Empire-Chapter 195 - Hello, I am the Savior
Chapter 195: Chapter 195 Hello, I am the Savior
Valimas had gone out, taking with him a heart full of fear and confusion. Now, only I, Anwina, and Sylvanas, who was still in shock, remained in the entire hall.
After calming herself slightly, Sylvanas’s gaze became steady again; those pupils flickering with a strange red light quietly regarded me as if she intended to see right through me.
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Despite knowing that the “human” in front of her was not as simple as she had originally thought, and having just witnessed an incredible confrontation, Sylvanas still maintained her composure and asked, “Who are you?”
“Guess?” I said with a slight smile, then nodded to Anwina, who was standing quietly beside me, “Before that, there is something I’d like you to see.”
Anwina nodded, then opened her Personal Space.
Seeing Anwina open her Personal Space, Sylvanas was surprised for a moment, but quickly recovered. Although Space Magic was only mastered by a very few powerful Mages, some small Space Equipment was relatively common, though still considered a luxury item. Considering the mysterious human’s display of unprecedented powerful forces, equipping his followers with Space Equipment might not be too difficult.
Sylvanas never considered that the young girl in front of her, who looked no different from an ordinary ghost apart from her brightness, might possess her own Personal Space; instead, she assumed the other was carrying some kind of Space Equipment.
Under Sylvanas’s curious gaze, Anwina searched briefly and then took out… a rag…
Thunder rumbled ominously…
Was there not a single one among my followers who wouldn’t fail at a critical moment?
As I looked embarrassed and Sylvanas watched, puzzled, Anwina, who possessed the unflappable “Maid’s Soul” under any circumstances, showed no embarrassment and casually returned the rag to her Personal Space, then continued searching.
Praise all the Gods I know and those who know me, Anwina didn’t fail this time. Accompanied by a holy white halo, a white feather was taken out. The gentle glow on the feather wasn’t very intense, but miraculously, the faint halo quickly spread throughout the entire hall. The moment the feather appeared, the dim council hall was filled with a soft, holy white light. The gentle white light, like a lover’s tender caress, instantly calmed one’s heart.
Of course, that was just my sensation. For Sylvanas, the experience was not so pleasant. Being a true Undead, and unlike Anwina who was transformed by the Holy Light, she naturally didn’t appreciate the white halo filling the hall. The Divine Energy emitted by the Angel Feather, although not enough to cause any real damage to such a powerful being, still created an omnipresent pressure and a sense of crisis as if she could be destroyed by a storm of Holy Light at any moment.
Though I held a friendly attitude towards Sylvanas, it was clear that showing something with a deterrent effect was necessary to achieve anything now.
“What is that!?” Sylvanas suddenly emanated a gray-black Death Fog around her, blocking all the Holy Energy nearby, and while warily watching the white feather in Anwina’s hand, she demanded in this interrogative tone, estimating that if I made any slight movement now, she would undoubtedly call all the guards outside—of course, provided her command could penetrate my shield of spiritual power and reach those guards whose ears were nearly rotted away.
“I don’t know how well The Forgotten’s intelligence works, but it seems you don’t have a comprehensive intelligence network. I guess you wouldn’t get news about what’s happening on Kalimdor right now. However, a few days ago, a major event occurred in Stormwind City, located on the same Eastern Continent, so I presume you must have received the news too.”
Sylvanas’s eyes briefly flashed red. “Are you referring to that rumor about the Heavenly Gods Descending?”
Heavenly Gods Descending? My sister really went big with this one.
Before we set out, we had already agreed on the sequence of actions. Naturally, the group that would start first and have the most significant impact was the Scammer Group… ahem, I mean the group led by Alaya, who was preparing to descend again in Stormwind City. We aimed to use the immense public impact of the Divine Envoy’s descent to lay the foundation for later actions. Unfortunately, this world lacks the great gods of television and Baidu, so naturally, the dissemination of news is a bit slower. Even if this news spread, only those big powers’ leaders would likely obtain the information in time. Ordinary people receiving a seriously distorted, exaggerated local version of the rumor would be impressive enough; it would show just how fast word spreads in this world. As it is now, Alaya must have landed in Stormwind City disguised as a Divine Warship several days ago. However, only Sylvanas and a few Leader-Level figures from The Forgotten know about this. The lower-tier Dead Souls are entirely unaware of the so-called Savior’s arrival. Of course, this might also be Sylvanas deliberately suppressing related information, as for Undead creatures, the appearance of angels is undoubtedly a disaster…
“You should be well aware that it’s not just a rumor,” my mind raced with thoughts, but my face still maintained a… profound and inscrutable smile. “The natives of Azeroth call us Saviors, but we prefer to call ourselves Angel Envoys.”
“Are you… one of ‘them’? Do you have any proof?” Sylvanas’s initial reaction, naturally, was disbelief. That’s normal, because normally, when a being like the Divine Envoy, of Legendary status, appears, wouldn’t there be earth-shaking, awe-inspiring events? For example, the giant Divine Warship described in the reports as landing in Stormwind City, that’s the spectacle a Divine Envoy’s descent should have. Yet these two individuals… discovered by a Skeleton Scout while wandering in Tirisfal Forest and followed from a mine to here, and now claiming to be Divine Envoys… How could this process, which seems filled with humor, be associated with Divine Envoys? Who would believe that?!
Not to mention that one of them is an Undead creature, and the other has a face so ordinary as if wearing the words “Passerby A” when walking on the street. Has it become fashionable to walk around posing as a Divine Envoy?
However, despite these thoughts, Sylvanas couldn’t help but feel a hint of conviction about what the person before her said. There were many reasons, one of which was that the man, who seemed powerless, had just with a mere thought drained all power from a Leader-level Demon like Valimas, forcing him to flee the hall in a sorry state. No matter what the mysterious power was, such a formidable entity wouldn’t likely waste time on a trivial joke with her.
I was, of course, prepared for Sylvanas’s skepticism. Initially, I had prepared a flashy plan to make an impact, but the problem was that only Alaya here wielded enough mysterious energy. Besides Holy Energy, she knew nothing about other energies, and attempting a Heavenly Gods Descending filled with Holy Light in Undead territory was probably not a good idea. So, I ultimately gave up on the idea of descending in Tirisfal and, influenced by some sinister Aggregation, gave up on taking a troop transport and chose to walk instead…
Sigh, just thinking about how I actually got hoodwinked by Lin Xue into sucking up miasma in that godforsaken place of Tirisfal Forest makes me feel that this world is truly cruel…
OK, let’s stop digressing, and return to Miss Xi.
“This is an Angel’s Feather,” I said indifferently. “It’s also our evidence. I know what you’re doubting, but you must know the sensitivity of Undead creatures to Holy Light Power. If the Divine Warship descended on the Tirisfal Region, it would indeed bring catastrophic damage to your subjects.”
An Angel’s Feather!
Sylvanas inwardly exclaimed, convinced by my words by about eighty or ninety percent. Although no one had seen an Angel’s Feather before, the Holy Light Power emanating from the feather in the hands of the ghost girl, purer than that of the most powerful Holy Knight, could not be faked. Even if this feather wasn’t from an angel, given its Holy Energy, it was at least an artifact of comparable level. Just having it in front of her gave Sylvanas such an oppressive feeling that she had no doubts, if the feather were used as a weapon against her, she would likely be grievously injured in an instant!
As for why Anwina, an Undead creature, could touch an Angel’s Feather, Sylvanas could no longer afford to ponder this.
At that moment, I patted Anwina’s shoulder, snapping the daydreaming Little Ghost back to reality. As Sylvanas’s eyes widened, Anwina slowly spread a pair of giant white wings behind her.
Of course, these wings couldn’t compare with Alaya’s physically manifested wings. Though Alaya taught her earnestly, Anwina was not a real angel. She could only use her Holy Light Energy to simulate a pair of ethereal wings of light, but for proving our identity, these ethereal Giant Wings of Light were more than sufficient!
