Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 458 God and King

Oleg's palm, which was gripping the hilt of the sword, turned blue due to excessive force. Cold sweat oozed from his back, soaking the lining of his armor, but his footsteps were still nailed to the spot like a stone tablet, without any wavering.

That feeling was not fear, but the instinctive reaction of lower life forms when facing higher life forms. The divine power that was originally surging like a torrent in the body was now as quiet as an ice lake, and the sharp and fierce aura like a storm was suppressed in front of the opponent and became as gentle as a cat.

That is the trembling of mortals when they face gods.

Hilbert on the side was under even more severe suppression. When facing the three giant ancestors joining forces, the leader of the Storm Legion could still draw his sword and fight without losing the upper hand. However, facing the woman in front of him who had not yet made a move, he could not even draw his sword.

Ophelia did not answer Oleg's question. She just tilted her head slightly and "looked" at them through the black silk.

Although they couldn't see her eyes, Oleg and Hilbert felt that they were seen through by each other from the inside out, without any secrets.

A being with such terrifying strength has not shown any hostility towards them until now, at least she is not a hidden strong man or ally of the Giant King's Court - but no matter what, they will not allow her to meet His Highness before she reveals her identity.

Even if we take a step back, it would be nothing more than a battle to the death in which one would burn out their essence.

The swordsman's keen intuition allowed Oleg to clearly see the gap between their respective strengths, but that was not an insurmountable chasm. If the situation really reached that point, he believed he was qualified to fight head-on.

As the atmosphere became increasingly tense, a slightly cold hand suddenly pressed on Oleg's shoulder.

The two knights turned around suddenly and saw His Highness's almost bloodless face, and behind him was an anxious-looking Serin.

Under that terrifying mental pressure just now, they did not even notice His Highness approaching.

"It's okay, you can go back first." Lucia said softly.

The two of them seemed to want to talk but stopped themselves. Finally, they looked at Ophelia deeply, retreated silently, and pulled Celine with them to the army formation at the rear.

After the few people walked away, Lucia stared at the woman in the distance for a while, then walked straight to her and sat down on the ground.

"Be more aware of yourself and open your space-time seal, so that the sound won't get out."

Ophelia: “?”

Under the black silk, that perfect face, which had been calm since it appeared, froze visibly for a few seconds.

She waved her hand to separate the two of them from each other, and said coldly, "It's not shameful for me to come to you. What do you mean by in case the news gets out?"

"It doesn't matter," Lucia said weakly, "It was you who wanted to be the Riddler last time, and it was you who shouted that we should always be vigilant and keep the Supreme Will secret. Anyway, I'm almost dead now, and I don't have the energy to isolate time and space anyway. Do whatever you want."

Even though this person has seen many ups and downs in his life, he was still at a loss when faced with the completely rotten face of the new Dragon King in legal terms.

Her chest rose and fell violently, as if she was going through some intense ideological struggle. Finally, she couldn't help it and kicked Lucia on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground. She said angrily: "I came here to skin you and pull out your tendons, pull out your claws and fangs to make swords, peel off your immortal scales to sew my divine leather robe, and the remaining dragon blood is enough for my useless subordinates to feast on dragons ten times each. Just wait for death!"

Lucia simply lay down on the grass, raised her chin with all her strength, closed her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, please do as you please."

Although he couldn't see the other party's movements through his eyelids, and his mental perception was almost non-existent in the near-death state, Lucia still felt Carter Pella's madness. It wasn't intentional, but now he even had a hard time breathing, and he really didn't have the time to accompany the queen to an epic meeting between gods and kings.

Speaking of this meeting, he always felt that Carterpella's body was very strange. On the surface, it looked the same as a normal creature, but it was not as vivid and real as the last time they met. It was like a real corpse. So, could it be considered that he brought the dead back to life, and in a rounded manner gave the Queen of Death a new life?
The grass beside him sank slightly, and Carter Pella sat down next to him, hugged his knees and said, "Hey, what makes you so sure I'm not here to kill you?"

"I even know about that memory battlefield. Since she is the infamous Queen of Death, it's not surprising that she knows how to kill people, take over their bodies, and steal their abilities, right?"

Lucia opened her eyes and said calmly, "You don't have to go through so much trouble to kill me."

"Not to mention how many times you had the chance to kill me in the North after you replaced the Sixth Ancestor. In the Battle of Broken Star alone, if you hadn't sent down the blessing of death from afar at the last moment, I would have died at the hands of Esti."

"Oh, I thought you could only see the glorious and majestic blessing of life from our Eternal Queen. With one hammer, she shattered the blockade of the will of order. Her divine power spanned a hundred thousand miles of the sky, and protected billions of lives in Galide under the arrival of the Star of Destruction. Tsk, tsk, just thinking about it makes me excited!"

".Besides that, Shirley trusts you."

Carter Pella's sour words suddenly stopped, and he seemed to consider his tone, and asked seriously: "You brought her to the North?"

"Ah."

"You said she trusted me?"

"Who do you think woke me up from my coma?" Lucia wiped her cheek helplessly. "When I woke up, my face was covered with saliva and my sleeves were almost bitten by her. But it's strange. I was going to bring her with me, but she refused."

Carter Pella became inexplicably easy to talk to, and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Ah, no need, no need, what you said is enough - enough."

Lucia knew that there would be no answer if she continued asking, so she just looked at her meaningfully. The latter looked away guiltily, and indeed had no intention of continuing this topic.

“There’s actually a third reason.”

"what?"

"Ophelia Morgan, the private instructor of runes and applied magic at the Rodel royal family. Although I made up a whole set of fake identity backgrounds and used disguise magic, I was still able to recognize you after seeing you twice. The magic teacher who taught me for three months was also one of your aliases, right?"

Catepella was once again shocked by Lucia's keen insight.

Just by relying on some vague sense of energy and two similar aliases, he was able to follow the clues and capture the incarnation whom he had met less than ten times in total. It seems that he must be more cautious when tracking this guy in the future.

The next second she suddenly realized that since some time, the initiative of this conversation had fallen into the hands of Lucia, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Originally, she was the one who made a grand appearance to save the situation!

"That's right"

She responded ambiguously, trying to fool him, but Lucia pressed on, "So, in fact, I have never left your sight since the assassination in the Vanya Valley. At this point, I really want to ask you - what exactly does Your Majesty intend to do with me?"

(End of this chapter)