Outside the City of the Divine People in the Secret Realm World, a quiet revolution spreading to all the manors was unfolding.
Countless slaves had been organised. When Ye Shui and his group were absorbed into the Necromancer Realm, the heroic spirit Chit·Gwada that Ye Shui had summoned suddenly vanished. But over the next two days, Lessa took on his duties and began mobilising those slaves who had lost all will to resist under the oppressive presence of the Void Spirit God.
Ye Shui and the others had met with an accident. Perhaps they had been discovered by the City of the Divine People, or maybe they had already been captured by its divine inhabitants. Guni, Lessa, and the Sixth Prince all felt an indescribable worry in their hearts, but they were all certain that Ye Shui could not possibly be dead.
Although the summoning spirit had disappeared suddenly, the flying demon vehicle that Ye Shui had summoned still existed. It continued to circle high above the City of the Divine People, like a harmless little black bird.
This kind of summon differed from a summoning spirit. It did not require the host’s will to sustain it, but its existence still fundamentally depended on Ye Shui being alive. So Ye Shui was still alive now, just isolated from his consciousness.
Lessa and Guni made this judgement, based not only on the evidence at hand but also on their near-blind trust in Ye Shui.
They decided to proceed with the original plan: mobilise the slaves and cooperate with the tribal alliance to attack the City of the Divine People.
Now the tribal alliance had arrived dozens of miles outside the City of the Divine People.
The snow thunderbirds used by the City of the Divine People to scout distant movements and relay messages had completely defected to the tribal side. This was equivalent to stealing the city’s eyes, preventing them from timely discovering the advancing tribal sand dwellers.
In a manor to the west of the City of the Divine People, slaves gathered densely together. On a simple platform erected there, Lessa was passionately speaking about the ideals of freedom.
As a believer, she was undoubtedly qualified. When persuading people, her voice carried immense infectious power, making the slaves, whose eyes had originally been dull, gradually brighten with clarity and light.
“We have already dealt with nineteen of the thirty-two manors.” Guni said with some pride. “The remaining manors are too far away, so we will not bother with them. Now we have gathered sixteen thousand slaves. They are all decent fighters in their own right. If armed, they would absolutely be formidable warriors.”
“The timing for the attack is in two hours.” Beside Guni was Denny. She did not follow up on Guni’s words but replied in a somewhat calm voice.
When Ye Shui and his group had prepared to sneak into the City of the Divine People to seize the Headless Knight’s skull, Denny and Jacob had stayed with the tribal alliance. Now that the tribal alliance had arrived nearby, after establishing communication via the snow thunderbirds, Denny had come alone to join Guni and Lessa.
Hearing Denny’s words, Guni suddenly looked at her curiously. “Are you really Denny?”
Guni was not a particularly sensitive girl, but in her impression, Denny was a somewhat carefree and open girl, always with a bright smile on her face. For some reason, the Denny who had arrived with the tribal alliance seemed somewhat gloomy and aloof, which was why she asked.
Denny smiled at Guni. “I am Denny, just… not entirely.”
“What do you mean by that?” Guni became even more puzzled.
“You follow the plan. In two hours, find a way to enter the City of the Divine People and stir up chaos inside.” Denny continued. “The tribal sand dwellers will follow closely to support you and attack the city together.”
“And what about you?” Guni detected a hint of implication in Denny’s words and immediately asked.
“I have some personal matters to settle.” Denny said.
As she spoke, a huge and bizarre plant suddenly grew from the ground beside her. It was like a massive man-eating flower. The petal-like mouth opened wide and swallowed Denny in one gulp. The next moment, the man-eating flower shrank back into the ground.
This was Denny’s unique method of teleportation, derived from her heroic spirit, the Joker Girl.
Guni suddenly understood something, her eyes lighting up. “Part of Denny’s consciousness now belongs to the Joker Girl Liya!”
Although Guni usually appeared silly and naive, that did not mean she was truly just a dim-witted brute who only knew how to swing a sword. In fact, she was quite clever and quickly pieced together what had happened: now Denny’s consciousness had fused with the Joker Girl Liya. The personal matter she needed to handle was finding the Ninth Prince.
The Joker Girl had been betrayed and killed by the Ninth Prince himself. To her, the Ninth Prince was undoubtedly the enemy she most wanted to settle scores with. This was likely also part of the contract conditions when Denny had made her pact with the Joker Girl: if they encountered the Ninth Prince, allow the Joker Girl to personally take revenge and eliminate him.
Time passed bit by bit.
The Sixth Prince found a large amount of food in the manor’s warehouse. Guni devoured it voraciously, replenishing her stamina for the upcoming fierce battle.
The slaves helping to transport and cook the food all looked at the little girl with stunned expressions. No matter how they thought about it, they could not understand how, after eating so much, Debbie’s belly remained perfectly flat, showing no sign of bulging at all.
The Sixth Prince was also polishing his longsword. He looked towards the City of the Divine People, his eyes carrying a faint sorrow, but that sorrow soon turned into a flash of resolve. He wanted to deal with Xue Yi personally!
After delivering a speech, Lessa’s throat felt slightly hoarse. She walked wearily to Guni’s side, picked up a cup of sweet malt wine, and gulped it down. Her expression became somewhat cheerful. She felt that after these two days of practice, she had become increasingly proficient in using the power of faith.
The power of faith required holy words to activate, but powerful believers could infuse their speech with faith’s power at any time. This was an ability possessed only by archbishops, and now Lessa seemed to have stepped into that realm of believers.
“Little brother, I will definitely catch up to you and miss sister’s pace.” Lessa clutched the holy bible tightly to her chest, her face full of determination as she said.
The two hours passed quickly.
Guni wiped her mouth and stood up from the table cluttered with bowls and plates. She left the manor. The slaves gathered together, gripping simple weapons in their hands. Some were seized from the divine guards, some were farming tools, and most were just wooden sticks or spears and other basic armaments.
They followed far behind Guni, watching as she approached the west gate of the City of the Divine People.
A squad of divine guards was leaning bored against the city wall, chatting. In the City of the Divine People, a bell rang every six hours to mark day and night, and each ringing also signalled the guards’ shift changes. The tribal sand dwellers had chosen their attack time just before the bell was due to ring. At this moment, the guards were waiting for the handover, their vigilance at its lowest from fatigue, while those due to relieve them were still resting.
These few divine guards were whispering and laughing, discussing heading to a tavern in the outer city after their shift for a drink, and perhaps teasing the tavern owner’s daughter. Their voices turned into a lecherous chuckle at that point.
Then they saw Guni approaching.
Guni wore simple beast-hide clothes that looked rather crude. Her figure was far too petite. From a distance, she resembled a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl. Even up close, upon seeing her face and realising she was not quite that young, she still seemed no older than fifteen at most, and they paid her little heed.
After their initial wariness, the divine guards became greatly interested. Whose little girl had run out here? Was she lost?
“She must be a slave’s child from the nearby Lil Manor.” One divine guard said to his companions with a strange grin. “Just do not know why she came all the way here.”
Slaves could pair up and have children, but such offspring held an even lower status than ordinary slaves, especially the girls, who rarely lived past fifteen. The divine guards subconsciously took Guni for one such girl.
“Looking closely, this girl is actually quite pretty.” A guard with a hideous burn scar on his face licked his dry lips and said, his eyes gleaming as he rubbed his hands together instinctively.
The others showed similar expressions.
Guni had now walked right up to them.
“Little girl, how did you end up here? Do you know what this place is? Slaves should stay in their manors. Did you sneak out?” One divine guard deliberately growled in a menacing voice, his face full of mocking amusement.
Guni glanced at him but ignored him. Instead, she walked straight past them to the massive stone gate and reached out to touch it.
The gate was enormous and rough. Opening it each time required several guards working together.
“Hey, little girl, what are you doing?” Another guard, seeing Guni’s actions, shouted irritably and stepped forward to grab her shoulder.
But his movement suddenly froze.
Guni threw open the outer layer of her beast-hide robe and drew a knife from her waist.
It was a knife that did not look too large but was exquisitely made. She swung it, and the originally small blade rapidly grew huge, becoming a greatsword over two metres long.
The Blade of the Gods!
“Hah—” Guni took a deep breath, raised the greatsword, stepped back a few paces, and let out a loud “Yah!” The massive blade hummed through the air. In that instant, the already enormous sword extended further, transforming into a super greatsword with a blade over ten metres long. Boom! The thick stone gate of the city wall collapsed, shattering into chunks of rubble.
Clang, clang. When Guni had drawn her weapon, the divine guards had instinctively grabbed their own. Now those weapons clattered to the ground. They stood dumbfounded, utterly speechless.
Waves of shouts came thundering from the distance.
Countless slaves charged forward…
