Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1044: The Arrival Of Paradise's Warriors (2)



"Alright, I'll be coming along as well," Orion replied, nodding. He turned his head towards the poisoned Kerensa. "Can you get on your feet?" he asked.

Hearing his words, Kerensa immediately realized that the man before her held a high-ranking position among Paradise's warriors. Seeing that his following words were directed at her, Kerensa stood on her four hooves and attempted to walk toward the Midnight Butcher Bar. However, before she could, a wave of weakness spread through her entire being, causing her legs to buckle again, and she collapsed back to the ground.

She gritted her teeth and tried to stand up again, but her lower body refused to move as though it had grown numb. Instead, another severe cough tore through her lips, painting the ground below with her blood.

Realizing she was unable to move and the poison was growing stronger, Kerensa shook her head in response. "It appears that I'm unable to move, sir. I'll be needing your help." Her lips were strained, beads of sweat forming around her head ornament. Her double vision and growing weakness only added to her nervousness.

Orion nodded. He moved towards her and helped her stand up properly.

Kerensa initially flinched at his touch, but seeing that he was genuinely assisting her, she relaxed. Orion held her upright, then put his hand under her underbelly, using her robe as cover, and hoisted her onto his shoulder without any difficulty.

Kerensa was stunned by his sudden movement, initially assuming he would help her walk towards the door. However, she calmed down, appreciating that he had the etiquette to use her robe to protect her underbelly before lifting her, considering it one of the most sensitive parts of a centaur.

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Orion then stepped towards the bar. Once they arrived, Kerensa lowered her head so they could pass through the door. Orion knelt and gently lowered her back to the ground.

As Kerensa was placed on the ground, she looked around the bar. It appeared much the same as she had left it, with the only difference being the various Gearweavers scattered around and the two gods' chosen corpses present. Their horrified expressions and the clean cuts through their limbs reminded her of the strange technique she had witnessed outside, confirming her suspicions.

He had quickly subdued and defeated all thirteen gods' chosens. What kind of force was Paradise that they were capable of producing such an individual?

Kerensa's heart began to pound rapidly as she remembered there were still many others like him and that this was the same force the nobles were planning a rebellion against.

Have they lost their minds?

However, she regained some remaining composure and gratefully said, "Thank you for your help, sir. I'll handle it from here. My staff can get me a skilled healer to treat my injuries." "Are you sure? I can help you get a much better skilled healer from Paradise who can aid in healing your injuries quickly," Orion responded.

He could tell that the poison the gods' chosen used was incredibly potent, showcasing that they were prepared for anyone who tried to hinder their plans. Fortunately, his mask had a filtration function, so he had no reason to worry about whatever they threw at him.

"Yes. The Trekking Flamingo Runaway City might not have as much depth as Paradise. Still, I assure you that we have skilled healers capable of handling such a task without difficulty," Kerensa replied with a nod.

Her expression loosened, and a sigh escaped her lips. Kerensa also didn't want to become further indebted to him after he had saved her entire bar and staff.

Orion nodded in understanding. "I'll be going then." He turned and exited the bar.

Kerensa watched him leave, her shoulders slumping in relief as he disappeared into the distance with the rest of Paradise's warriors. Taking a deep breath, she shouted, "HEY! THE ISSUE HAS BEEN TAKEN CARE OF, SO GET OUT HERE AND CLEAN UP THE SURROUNDINGS! AND SOMEONE, QUICKLY GET A HEALER BEFORE I COLLAPSE OR ELSE I'LL HAND YOU OVER TO THE INTRUDERS IF THEY RETURN NEXT TIME!" Her voice cut through the air, her calm and authoritative demeanour emerging again.

Immediately, hurried footsteps echoed through the bar as numerous people rushed down the stairs, their faces a mix of worry and relief.

"MISS KERENSA!!"

"MISS KE...!!"

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Orion surveyed the cityscape from above, his cloak fluttering in the wind. The warrior's black mask he had collected from them concealed his features, but behind his gaze was sharp and focused.

Beside him stood seven warriors, each dressed in rugged metal and leather armour enhanced with Vylkr alloys that gleamed in the moonlight.

Below, the sprawling, towering buildings glistened under the rising moon. They were polished, their elegance far surpassing that of the residential areas and other sections of Runaway City. The streets were neatly arranged and branched out towards the main gates of each building.

The architecture was imposing, with grand structures that resembled educational centres and other significant institutions. These buildings, with their sophisticated design and details, deeply contrasted the more modest structures in the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise and the Sleeping Fox Runaway City.

Orion admitted that after spending time in the Lower Wards and other residential areas, the air was quite pleasant, and the surrounding elegance was incomparable.

"There are about fifteen noble households here. Some once held significant sections of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City, with one or a few serving under the city's leaders. However, after its subjugation and with the leaders placed under watchful eyes, they lost the authority they once possessed and were reduced to nothing more than ordinary inhabitants. It's no surprise they are plotting a rebellion."

"Nonetheless, compared to the nobles within the Sleeping Fox and Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway Cities, they are extremely foolish and even more arrogant," one of the Warriors explained, his tone filled with disappointment, his eyes fixed on the towering buildings below.

"The suspects are the House of Arickhan and the House of Solon. The other nobles are too intimidated by Paradise's might to join them; they either hope to stay under the radar and escape any consequences if the rebellion fails or stand to gain if it succeeds," he added, pointing out specific buildings below them.