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"This is no ordinary calamity, but the end of the world."

"Cephalex reveals: Depravity is not destiny. In this darkest hour, only by igniting the courage to chase the flame can we embark on a journey to find those destined ones—the Sons of Man with the golden blood of the gods."

"The Golden Descendants will inherit the embers of hope, using divine blood as a catalyst to reignite it!"

"Only in this way can we tear through the Black Tide, complete the miracle of rebirth on the ashes of the old world, and go to the star-filled tomorrow!"

"Join the journey of fire, and dedicate our faith and footprints to the dawn that will surely come!"

Tibo's voice carried the rhythm of ancient prophecy and a burning passion.

It can be considered an appeal to emotions.

however.

"Golden Descendant? Divine Blood? Ha! I'm busy, don't keep me from selling fish!"

The plump woman selling fish continued to haggle with the customer.

"Godslaying? Recreating the world? Absolutely absurd! Are you out of your mind? Trying to trick people into risking their lives?"

A strong and healthy middle-aged man.

"The Saintess of Janusapolis?"

The well-dressed businessman stroked his beard and muttered to himself:

"Could it be that the offerings are insufficient? How could such alarming words come from the holy land?"

"Is he some kind of swindler who gained King Subaru's trust and is trying to trick us into donating money? Heh."

The businessman scoffed.

How could CCTV's evening news broadcast a news program about a sharp decline in employment and birth rates?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

fake!

all fake!

"Golden Descendant? I think she's a crazy Golden Descendant! Hahaha!"

Idle young people treat it as a theatrical performance.

The mother, holding her child, quickly covered the child's ears, hurried away, and whispered:

"Don't listen, don't listen! That's a priest spewing ominous words; listening to him will give you nightmares."

Under the prevailing narrative, even if some people have the thought, "Could the prophecy be true?", it is quickly drowned out and dissipated.

"Your Highness, are you... satisfied?"

The official's smile remained unchanged, as if everything that had just happened was within his expectations.

The sunlight shone on Tibo's face, revealing no trace of anger or grievance.

She simply watched the mocking faces and the figures hastily avoiding her, and fell silent.

No one listened, no one stopped.

Prophecy was dismissed as arrogant folly and ominous ramblings.

That's exactly what He Qiong said.

……

The royal palace of the Frankish city-state.

The magnificent council chamber.

The air was filled with expensive incense.

The slightly plump king, with a languid gaze, leaned back on his velvet-covered throne, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest.

On both sides, nobles dressed in fine clothes and wearing family crests sat or stood, their eyes filled with either inquiry, disdain, or indifference.

Tirispius stood in the center of the carpet, ignoring the scrutinizing and disdainful gazes, and fixed her eyes directly on the monarch on the throne.

"Your Majesty, we must gather courage and wisdom. Only by guiding the souls of the gods can we obtain and inherit the primordial fire that sustains the world."

"Only by sacrificing the fallen gods and drawing fire from the source can we break through the desperate situation of the Black Tide and accomplish the great feat of rebirth on the ruins..."

Tirispeius's voice echoed in the temple, depicting a scene of god-slaying, fire-ignition, and re-creation.

The king's yawn froze halfway down his face, startled for a moment by the words 'godslayer,' but was quickly replaced by deeper confusion and instinctive aversion.

"Holy Maiden, are you... are you sure this is the oracle of Kephale? Or just the drunken whims of some bard?"

"The gods are high above, how can mortals kill them?"

"Absurd! Blasphemy! How dare they preach god-killing? This is the most vile heresy!"

The old nobleman was so angry his beard trembled.

"Your Majesty, such a madwoman should be burned at the stake immediately as a warning to others! Supporting her? That would lead to the entire city-state being abandoned by the gods."

"If the Black Tide comes, the gods will protect us and our swords will defend us."

The military commander's expression was grim.

What the hell is this "Golden Descendant"?

Allowing that kind of guy into the army will not only affect him, but also the entire family's military presence.

Being a common soldier is acceptable.

A journey to chase fire?

With the Golden Descendants already possessing immense power gaining a special status, what chance do the others have?

If a large-scale fire-chasing expedition were to take place, it would have a profound impact on the nation and the aristocratic class.

Like a spark splashed into a hot oil pan.

The nobles inside the palace were filled with indignation.

Tirispius stood firm amidst the surging hostility and insults.

She saw the faces of the nobles, distorted by the challenge to their own interests and beliefs, reflected in her eyes, and sighed inwardly.

It failed again.

That's exactly what Qiong said.

Tibo, Tian, ​​and Tining all failed, and her attempt was no exception.

As expected, Tirispius was 'politely' asked to leave the palace by the king.

The high-level reception originally prepared because of her saintly status vanished due to her outrageous remarks.

However, Titi didn't care about this at all; she didn't need these formalities anyway.

"Let's go and protect the refugees tonight."

Her first stop was a small country near the Kuroshio Current, where there were refugees.

Since they couldn't persuade them to join the fire-chasing journey.

Then let's use the Hundred Realms Gate to save as many people as possible.

The refugees were allowed to temporarily seek refuge here.

After a simple meal, Tirispius set off immediately.

However, she had just stepped out of the palace gates and into the long shadows cast by the setting sun.

A chilling glint suddenly rose from the shadows.

Even though she had never practiced martial arts before, as a demigod named Tirispius, she could sense the undisguised killing intent thanks to her elevated life level.

She turned around abruptly.

They saw several masked men in black robes charging towards them.

"assassin?"

They came for me?

Tirispius's pupils contracted.

This was her first time being assassinated, and she immediately tried to open the Hundred Realms Gate to escape.

However, just as the poisoned dagger pierced above her shadow, the shadow suddenly surged and expanded like boiling ink.

Several dark figures shot out from within like lightning.

They have a bizarre shape, like an enlarged mantis, with sharp, sickle-like forelimbs and four legs covered with spikes—the mantis-shaped cluster.

Excluding the Shadow Eaters who have grown up, they are the strongest melee unit in the Shadow Legion.

His arms were like the scythe of death.

Overwhelmed by sheer numbers and the instinctive fear instilled by the inhuman monsters, the assassins didn't even have time to scream before their throats were slit and they collapsed to the ground.

Thank you.

Looking at the assassins who had been dealt with, Tirispius politely thanked the shadowy figures, but no one responded.

The silent shadows simply returned to her shadow like puppets.

"Thank you, Sora."

Gazing at her own shadow, Tirispie placed her hand on her chest, and a gentle smile curved her elegant lips.

He has always been protecting me.

"You're welcome."

A nonchalant voice, tinged with amusement, rang out from behind her, causing Tirispyos to let out a startled scream, like a young girl caught in the throes of first love.

"ah!"

Her elegant and pretty face instantly flushed a peach-like blush, which extended all the way to her ears.

"Qiong, what brings you here?"

Tirispius was startled and turned around to look behind her.

The gray-haired youth leaned against the frame of the pink door, his golden eyes filled with mischief, enjoying her predicament with great interest.

"Noticing that my underlings were moved, I came over to see what was going on."

Qiong tapped the still-warm trash on the ground with her chin and shrugged.

"So? I think I won our bet, Your Majesty."

"..."

Tirispyos remained silent for two seconds, looking at the assassins on the ground who intended to take her life, and recalling the events in the market and the palace, before resigningly lowering her head.

"Yes, I lost."

She had oversimplified the human heart and the journey of chasing fire.

"Then come home with me. Where's Tiju?"

Miss Saintess is still too young.

At only twenty-one years old, he had spent the past twenty years under house arrest, learning about the outside world only through books.

It's no wonder that you can't easily accomplish anything with just enthusiasm and a childlike heart!

“We are here.”

A portal to the Hundred Realms appeared out of thin air, transporting Ti Zhou, whose red hair was elegantly styled and whose temperament was now even more serene.

She looked at the assassins on the ground, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"I didn't expect their reaction to be so intense. They actually sent out assassins directly. They were so urgent that they didn't even bother with formalities."

Such unexpected situations are impossible to prevent, even if people work in pairs.

She had anticipated difficulties and obstruction, but she underestimated the other party's determination and speed in eliminating dissidents.

"Okay, okay, let's go back."