Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 558 You Should Be a Human Being

The Dark Scripture's worries didn't last long. As he pondered a plan to achieve his goal even without the forces of the Dead, the Slane Theocracy interrupted his progress.

"All members of the [Dark Scripture] are to halt all missions and immediately return to the Holy Kingdom for rescue!"

The liaison in the communication magic spoke with unusual urgency; clearly, panic and fear had shattered his will, leaving him with no choice but to place his hopes on the elite troops.

The Dark Scripture, slightly surprised to suddenly receive an order beyond self-preservation, asked in a deep voice.

"Something happened in the theocracy. We plan to use 'Alluring Beauty' to deal with the insect-like demon that appeared in the city. If all goes well, it can add a fighting force to the theocracy that is comparable to the Absolute Death and Death. It is not a mission that can be easily interrupted."

"Now is not the time to think about future development; the entire country is on the verge of life and death!"

The liaison officer, his voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement, roared out the answer:

"The enemy... is about to overthrow the Supreme Council!"

The Slan Theocracy is no ordinary small country. As the inheritor of the legacy of the "Six Great Gods," in terms of sheer strength, even the combined forces of the Bahars Empire under the Blood Emperor and the Kingdom of Re-Estize would not be enough to defeat the Slan Theocracy.

If it weren't for the fact that the Council Kingdom was presided over by the strongest true dragon king—the Platinum Dragon King, destroying the two neighboring countries would have been an easy task.

Now, only half a month has passed since they left. What could have happened to allow the enemy to attack the Supreme Council of the Theocracy?
The Dark Holy Scripture's expression immediately tensed, his brows furrowing: "What exactly happened? Did the Council of Nations discover our actions and decide to impose sanctions? Did the Platinum Dragon King personally intervene?"

"No, the enemy is the Sword Saint Reinhard van Astrea, who appeared in the country some time ago, and his follower, the dark elf named Mare!"

The Dark Scripture then remembered this little-not-so-important enemy, and its face stiffened.

"Is that knight very strong? Why didn't Negan of the 'Sunlight Codex' stop him?"

"The 'Sunlight Cult' has been completely wiped out."

The liaison officer spoke with a hint of bitterness, recounting the enemy's achievements as if they were his own treasures:
"Not only that, but apart from you who went out, the 'Wind Flower Holy Scripture,' 'Water Bright Holy Scripture,' 'Fire Extinction Holy Scripture,' 'Earth Oath Holy Scripture,' as well as the priestess troops and the paladin order, all the enemies who stood in their way were completely defeated!"

The pupils of the Dark Scripture contracted instantly. Even the entire Dark Scripture, including the existence of Absolute Death and Absolute Life, could not have achieved this level of skill in such a short time.

And now, a team of just two people has accomplished this. They are not much different from the Platinum Dragon King, are they?

But if it really is an enemy of that level, will he still have time to go back? Or rather, would there be any point in going back?

…………

"It seems this journey is coming to an end."

Standing atop the hill, gazing upon the last bastion of the Slane Theocracy, the highest council at the center of power, Reinhard gently stroked the "Dragon Sword" at his waist, his eyes filled with emotion.

He has now fully mastered the proud "Dragon Sword" and can use it normally regardless of whether the enemy is qualified or not, but the enemies in this world are so fragile that he needs to control his strength precisely.

Despite fighting all the way from the border to the parliament, not a single opponent emerged worthy of drawing the "Dragon Sword"—it was a pure one-sided crushing defeat.

"Once that building is breached, Lord Reinhard will have completely liberated the Slane Theocracy, right?"

Mare, standing beside him, spoke softly, looking at the Sword Saint with an expression of admiration and worship.

He had changed into a clean and refreshing set of men's clothing, and his demeanor was no longer as timid as before. His eyes were clear and bright, and he had transformed from a shy boy dressed as a girl into a normal boy.

"No, liberation is not so easy. Dismantling the rulers is a direct and effective action, but the education received from childhood, habitual obedience, and fear of power... these things cannot be changed overnight."

Reinhard gave a wry smile and sighed helplessly: "In the end, the 'Six Great Gods' worshipped by the Slane Theocracy are indeed heroes who saved humanity, and worshipping them is not a bad thing."

"What truly deserves to be killed are those ambitious rulers who use faith as a tool. Once a batch of such people is killed, a new batch will naturally appear, and the cycle will never end."

Reinhard paused, then summarized with a serious expression in one sentence:

"Power corrupts virtue. Only those who truly have no desire for power can become excellent leaders, but unfortunately, such people usually cannot become leaders."

"Therefore, my master, my king, my esteemed Majesty, is truly the most suitable ruler in this world..."

After speaking, Reinhard recalled his own emperor and added with a light cough, "At least, at least he has that potential."

Marley wore a slightly envious and jealous expression. "Lord Reinhard has great respect for his master. That person must be a very powerful fellow."

"Haha, admiration? Probably, but sometimes I feel that His Majesty's pranks go a bit too far, and his private life is a bit... well, as a knight, I can only offer advice, not make decisions for my master."

Reinhard smiled and shook his head, looking at Marey: "You like your master very much too, don't you?"

"I do like it, but I don't really like it that much. We haven't had much contact with Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, and the journey with Lord Reinhard feels more comfortable than staying in the Great Tomb of Nazarick."

Marley nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps it's because it's so free?"

"Oh dear, I've been strictly controlling your movements, forbidding you from killing or doing evil."

"It's not that kind of feeling, it's more of an indescribable feeling. Even though I have to follow some rules, I still feel very free..."

After pondering for a long time, Ma Lei still couldn't express his understanding clearly, so he had to give up and asked another question instead:
"After destroying the Supreme Council, where does Lord Reinhard intend to go?"

Reinhard looked up at a distant point in the sky. "Hmm, it should be back in its place."

Mare visibly became dejected. "What about me? Does Lord Reinhard no longer need to monitor me?"

Reinhardt looked thoughtful and calmly asked a question:
"Mare, what are your plans after we break up?"

Mares hesitated for a moment. Reinhard was one of the attackers of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and was an enemy of the tomb, but he still chose to be honest and answer cautiously.

“I saw the news about Lord Ainz Ooal Gown before. I... I plan to go back to find Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, my sister, and the other people from the Great Tomb of Nazarick.”

Reinhardt's gaze softened slightly, and he nodded. "I see. Then there's no problem. You don't need to supervise me anymore. Just remember to be responsible for your actions."

He patted Mare's head. Although he couldn't know the specific justice value, based on his judgment, Mare was already a good kid.

"Lord Reinhardt..."

"Alright, let's wrap things up here and then go do what we need to do."

Reinhard turned his gaze back to the Supreme Council not far away, took out the "Dragon Sword," and revealed a smile.

"Let's treat this as a farewell game. How about we see who reaches the finish line first?"

Still somewhat disappointed, Mare rallied his spirits, gripped his staff tightly, and nodded vigorously.

"I will not lose!" In the darkness of night, two figures, one tall and one short, charged side by side toward the last stronghold of the Slane Theocracy.

…………

The dimly lit cave was damp and cold. The irregular rock walls revealed traces of human activity in the hollows: traps and mechanisms for defense, weapons scattered throughout, and rooms that were roughly partitioned and simply furnished.

This place was originally inhabited by a mercenary group called the "Swords of Death Spreading," which was actually a gang of bandits involved in murder, arson, robbery, and even the slave trade.

However, the cave inside is now empty, with only a man with disheveled hair and a dejected stubble on his chin walking heavily inside.

Brian Angraus, who fought his way to the finals in the Royal Tournament, was ultimately defeated by the warrior of the Kingdom's Warrior Captain Gazef. In order to avenge his defeat, he joined the "Scattering Death Mercenaries" to hone his skills.

At this moment, the once mighty warrior looked haggard, his eyes lifeless, as if his most steadfast faith had been shattered, leaving him in a state of dejection.

Recalling the massacre of his entire mercenary group a few days earlier, and the two perpetrators bathed in blood, Brian still couldn't help but feel his heart race, his blood turn cold, his neck go numb, and the hairs on his neck stand on end.

Looking back, I realize how ridiculous I was to think they were no match for me and to rush in and humiliate myself. It all seems like a laughable thing now.

Those two women were absolute monsters, terrifying beings beyond imagination. His proud swordsmanship, and his all-out battle, resulted in him not even being able to cut a hair or a fingernail.

If it weren't for the fact that the taller, more beautiful woman said something like, "This one doesn't smell of blood much, and she's somewhat similar to me from before. I'll keep her here as a servant so we can stay connected with the outside world," my fate would have been far more tragic.

Suppressing his surging fear, Brian slowly walked to the deepest room in the cave, ignoring the sounds coming from inside, and slipped a newspaper describing the outside world through the crack in the door before running away without stopping.

……

At this moment, a beautiful and dreamlike scene is unfolding in the room.

The stunningly beautiful vampire progenitor was completely naked at the moment, his jade-like skin trembling slightly. He looked at the tall and beautiful "Queen of the North" sitting leisurely beside him, holding a newspaper in his hand, with pleading eyes like a puppy.

To her shame, she used to be the one oppressing others and had sadistic desires, but the characters opposite her were more oppressive than she was.

As long as there is any intention to resist, something bad will happen to the intestines and internal organs, and even the "heart" will be seized in a "physical sense".

However, the perspective has changed, so it's not so bad.

Shalltear blushed as she looked at Elsa, wondering how the other knew so many tricks; it completely refreshed her knowledge base.

She was initially imprisoned here, but after spending time with the place, she felt that staying here was already quite good.

All the troublesome things, like the Great Tomb, the Enemy, and the Supreme Being, were left behind.

Anyway, since the man who created me, Lord Peroroncino, has already left, there's nothing left to miss there.

Ainz Ooal Gown does fit her aesthetic preferences quite well, but unfortunately, she hasn't had enough time to get to know him, and the skeleton isn't very useful physically either...

pat!

Elsa threw the newspaper at Shalltear. The vampire progenitor was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed in surprise after seeing the picture on it.

"Oh my, isn't this Lord Ainz Ooal Gown? He's still alive and well, and he's even reunited with Cocytus in Arins!"

"Hmm, Shalltear, do you want to leave here and return to your Supreme Being's side?"

Elsa's voice is husky and sexy, with a seductive quality.

"Now I can let go of you."

"No, forget it. The Great Tomb is already destroyed anyway, so there's no point in going back..."

Shalltear licked her lips and stretched lazily. "Besides, going back would mean I'd be your enemy, wouldn't it, darling?"

"That's surprising. You really don't plan to go back?" Elsa raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in her voice.

"Mmm, this place is so comfortable, I feel like I could stay here with you forever."

"I'm sorry, even if you want to live like this for the rest of your life, I don't."

Elsa smiled and shook her head. Shalltear liked to cuddle, and she had something hot to eat.

"Perhaps you've misunderstood. Our relationship is just because I chose an easier way to complete the task. I hope you don't misunderstand."

"what?!"

Shalltear was starting to lose her composure. "You mean you don't like me... Wait, aren't we lovers?"

"How could that be? Being with you is just a novelty for me. What truly satisfies me is..."

Elsa rested her chin on her hand and gazed into the distance without saying anything more, but the expression on her face betrayed everything.

Shalltear's face turned ugly. This was the first time she had truly experienced what it was like to be in love, and then this happened, making her unable to help but let out a cold snort.

"Alright, let me see who's on the other side, Arlins~"

If you're not satisfied, drain that person dry!
…………

Ye Lantier.

Momo, who was bringing the food over, was slightly taken aback when she saw the beautiful girl with half-black and half-white hair who had suddenly appeared in the room.

“Mr. Luke, this is…”

Lu Ke, sprawled on the sofa, yawned, giving "Momo" the impression that he had taken the time to eat a dessert.

"Let me introduce you. This is Antilin Helan Fush, codenamed Death, the ace of the Black Codex. She will be your new colleague from now on."

How did you manage to recruit another person in such a short time? Are you perhaps a human trafficker?

"Momo" couldn't help but complain in her heart.

"Mr. Luke, could this young lady also be twenty years old?"

"Of course not, it's a lifetime appointment!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)