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Chapter 404 You Smell Like "His" Perfume (8.2K views, please subscribe!)
"..."

"..."

Herbert looked to the left, and the woman moved to the left as well.

Herbert looked to the right, and the woman moved to the right as well.

Left left, right right, left left, right right...

?

Finally, after several tests, Herbert silently came to a conclusion—this woman was deliberately trying to cause trouble!
Those women don't seem like good people!

Family members, I encountered a woman with a shady past in the Holy City of Glory today!

wrong.

She's a bald woman!
Her hair was like a high-powered headlight, the brightest light bulb in the night!

Even though it was daytime, it still felt blinding to Herbert.

Herbert squinted at the other person's face, then silently looked away.

"..."

In a sense, the other party was like a goddess descended to earth, making ordinary people like Herbert dare not look directly at her.

He didn't feel ashamed in front of the other person.

There's no other reason, it's just that the other person's hair... it's just too damn eye-catching!
There are always ordinary people who want to see the power of a flashbang directly!

Then, they all went blind.

my eyes!

Who the hell assembled the paladins?
Who... oh, wrong name, I am the Paladin.

Don't mess with me, I can be so ruthless I'll even curse myself!

Who the hell drives with their high beams on in broad daylight?

That's so rude!
"Ahem, I said, miss."

Seeing that the bald woman was just standing silently in front of him without saying a word, Herbert finally couldn't help but cough lightly and take the initiative to say, "I don't know what you want to do, but could you please turn off the light first?"

Fearing the other party might not understand, Herbert even pointed to his hair.

Yours, this, you understand?
Please close this, thank you.

"……Um?"

The woman opposite Herbert snapped out of her reverie after he spoke, slightly raised her eyes, and gave him a rather meaningful look.

She swayed slightly and noticed that Herbert's gaze followed her.

Unlike the previous dragon, which possessed the legacy of the Mother of Ten Thousand Dragons and only vaguely sensed him, this boy could actually see him with his own eyes.

"you……"

The wandering woman spoke, her voice calm and slightly hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time: "Are you a believer?"

believer?

Herbert blinked, somewhat confused as to how their conversation had jumped to this point.

Didn't I tell you to turn off the lights?

Why are you asking me this?
Checking my water meter? Opening my water box? Is the next step... oh!

You mean a follower of the sun god?

This is the glorious holy city, the sacred site of the Church of the Sun, so naturally it is full of believers of the Sun God. Herbert, who is not a believer, is an outcast among them.

This is equivalent to asking passengers on a train if they have bought a ticket this year.

But don't tell me, you really shouldn't tell me!
Well, you've come to the right person with that question.

"What I'm saying might surprise you."

Herbert smiled slightly, looked at a statue of the sun god not far away, and casually said, "I believe in light, but unfortunately, I am not a believer in it."

You ask me if I believe in light?
I think I believe it.

But believing in light and having faith in the sun god are not the same thing.

"..."

The wandering lady frowned slightly after Herbert finished answering; she knew, of course, that Herbert was not a believer in the sun god.

What she actually wanted to ask was something else entirely.

"you……"

"Please wait a moment."

After answering her question and noticing that the woman opposite him was about to ask another, Herbert spoke first:
"I've already answered your question. Now, could you grant me a small request?"

Sister, please turn off the light.

Light pollution is a form of pollution too!

Under Herbert's sincere and undeniable gaze, the wandering lady moved her lips and finally nodded slowly.

As she nodded gently, her long, shimmering golden hair swayed, and the luster on it slowly faded.

Although it still shines slightly, it is much softer than before, changing from "glaring" to "bright".

It became an eye-catching long hairstyle that was striking yet not overwhelming.

Furthermore, whether it was an illusion or not, Herbert felt that the sunlight was much softer after the woman's hair became less glaringly shiny.

He slightly raised his head to look up at the sky.

The true sun cannot be seen in the Holy City of Glory... because they are right there in it.

At the highest point in the center of the entire holy city, there is a huge sphere of light.

Because of that sacred sun, the Holy City of Radiance is able to remain in a state of perpetual daylight, becoming a place without darkness that is shrouded in sunlight all day long.

That is the "sun" of the glorious holy city.

A deity's false body.

And its flame is one of Herbert's ultimate goals this time—the Holy Flame of Radiance.

According to Nenasha, if He obtains this item, He is confident that He can completely purify Flora and reverse her life state.

In addition, the Radiant Flame also held great significance for Herbert himself, as his sacred rituals required a material called "the spark of the Sun Flame".

The "seed of the Holy Flame of the Sun" that Ophidia mentioned is actually a seed of fire that was further divided from the Holy Flame of the Sun, which was a wisp of fire that was separated from the Holy Flame of Radiance.

It belongs to the fire of the fire, and in terms of seniority, it is the grandson of the Radiant Holy Flame.

Ophidia never looked down on Herbert, believing that Herbert was only worthy of using the flame of the Sun.

Was she trying to prevent Herbert from using the Radiant Flame?

Certainly not.

Simply because this idea is too far-fetched and completely outside the scope of consideration.

After all, according to her original prediction, with Herbert's slacking off and lack of effort, he could at most get the spark of the Holy Flame of the Sun—and that would be mostly because of the monastery's reputation.

She never imagined that Herbert would be able to make a deal directly with the Pope of the Sun and even negotiate for much more.

In the end, Herbert and Pope Sunflower, one old and one young, finally reached an agreement on the price, and agreed on the task and reward.

Once the deed is done, Pope Sunburst will personally pluck a ray of holy flame for Herbert to use as material for his baptism.

At that moment, whether it was Herbert's imagination or not, he noticed that the enormous sun seemed dimmer than he had seen before.

Comparing the memories, it's as if the sun has risen high at noon and now it's setting in the west, becoming much softer.

Could it be that the sun in the Glorious Holy City also undergoes cyclical changes?

This subtle discovery intrigued Herbert. He looked in other directions and found that the worshippers in prayer seemed completely unaware of the change, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

"What an interesting sight!"

Herbert felt a sense of relief and ease.

That's really amazing.

Wow, no wonder Glorious City is a big city, it even has this kind of city skyline that adapts to time!
It's simply incomparable to a small, feudal place like the Frost Crystal Dynasty.

Does it have that capability?
I don't have that ability!

They're not even good enough to carry someone's shoes!
After silently grumbling and criticizing his hometown for a few moments, Herbert snapped out of his reverie and looked at the woman before him.

Oh?

Herbert's eyes widened in amazement.

The woman's appearance was quite unexpected.

The woman was tall and strong. Although she was wearing a pure white gauze robe that concealed her figure, her athletic physique was still evident.

The woman in front of me was a burly woman—well, not really.

Although she was about the same height as Herbert, her shoulders were not broad, and she did not look particularly muscular. She did not have exaggerated muscle definition, nor did she have any intimidating features.

But details can be seen in her exposed arms: those seemingly slender but actually powerful long muscles contain an admirable strength.

Her muscles were gilded by the sunlight, and when she raised her arms, you could see a shimmering light flowing through them, like liquid gold.

Her dazzling blonde hair cascaded down to her ankles, which, instead of adding a touch of femininity to her image, complemented her figure perfectly, as if she were wearing a golden cloak.

Herbert's intuition told him that the body before him was not a delicate and beautiful vase, but a real war machine.

This is no delicate princess, but a queen with strength and cunning.

Strong and powerful, strong and powerful teeth!
Those seemingly soft little fists could probably kill me with one punch!

Herbert realized that this was definitely a powerhouse above the epic level.

Realizing that the other party's strength far surpassed his own, Herbert slightly restrained his arrogant gaze, lowered his eyes slightly, and nodded gently in greeting.

"Madam, it's an honor to meet you."

He expressed his respect without showing any servility.

He was neither arrogant nor humble, and as a junior, he politely showed her respect.

Even if the other party is an epic powerhouse from the Church of the Sun, what does that have to do with him?
What's wrong with epics?
I was chatting and laughing with your saint!
After Herbert bowed, the wandering lady did not return the greeting. Instead, she stared at Herbert, frowned slightly, and slowly said, her meaning ambiguous, "Madam..."

Ok?
Herbert blinked as he listened to the other person's seemingly meaningful voice, a multitude of questions flashing through his mind.

Eh?
Isn't it right?
So... "sir"?

No, no, no, that's still not right.

How can I arbitrarily assume someone's gender?!
How dare you!

cough cough.

No, has the City of Glory evolved to this version already?

if it is like this……

Hello, my gender is that of an armed helicopter!

As for which model of attack helicopter it is, don't ask me.

I haven't decided yet.

Of course, Herbert didn't voice any of these witty thoughts in his mind.

He understood the saying that loose lips sink ships.

He can be a little more unrestrained when he's with people who are tolerant of him, but he tries to keep a low profile when he's with people whose thoughts he doesn't know.

Herbert didn't delve into the other person's unusual behavior, but instead asked another question: "By the way, is there something you wanted to see me about?"

You suddenly contacted me, surely it can't be for no reason, right?

It couldn't have actually been a flirtation, could it?
After asking the question, Herbert waited quietly for the other party's reply, but the mysterious lady did not speak for quite a while.

She was a woman with long, shimmering golden hair, who simply looked at him quietly with her pale golden eyes.

Those deep gazes seemed to pierce through Herbert's body, seeing through all his secrets bit by bit.

"……Um?"

Herbert was startled by the undisguised, blatant gaze that swept over him, and he frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Nü Ning!

This is Nü Ning!

Looking at me like that... does that mean you really are a slut?!?
Some people have said that the best way to eliminate fear is to face it.

So, when faced with a staring gaze, the best approach is... to look back.

Do you think I am?

Okay, I'll watch you too!

stare--

A righteous gaze!
Let's see who gives up first!
Herbert's gaze swept intently over every inch of the woman's body, taking in all the beautiful sights.

The more he looked at her, the more he felt that this woman's figure could be described as perfect in some sense.

It wasn't perfection in an aesthetic sense, but rather a wonderful, indescribable feeling within him.

The more I gaze at this body, the more I can't help but feel admiration for her.

How beautiful...

"..."

The wandering lady felt uncomfortable under Herbert's overly intense gaze, frowned, and silently moved away.

Because whenever she moved, Herbert's lips curled up.

Ha, we won.

This is Herbert's victory!
"..."

The wandering woman narrowed her eyes slightly and remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly and asking her question.

"Why...do you have His aura on you?"

That's why she came here.

They were chasing after that fleeting aura that shouldn't have been there.

why?
Why did His presence reappear?

Mortal, answer me.

She stared at Herbert indifferently, her eyes devoid of any kindness.

Once Herbert's reaction proves her relationship with Him, she will do what she should do...

wipe out.

To stifle any possibility of His revival.

He absolutely cannot return.

The mysterious woman wandering through the holy city stared intently at the boy before her, not missing a single detail.

Then, the wandering lady saw a reaction that was completely unexpected.

In that instant, the boy's face did not show the panic of being exposed, nor the forced composure, nor the confusion of not knowing.

What was on his face was—depression?
Why is it feeling depressed?
"Eh?"

Indeed, when the wandering lady asked the question, Herbert's first reaction was... annoyance.

Ugh, here we go again!
Well, another guy who's detected the aura of the Sun God.

no!!?

Are you being a little too sensitive?

Or was I not hiding it well enough?

How come everyone can sense the aura of the sun god within me?!
How did I end up being known as a thief by everyone?
Herbert dared to use stolen power to impersonate a chosen one of the sun god before the god of lust, but he wouldn't dare to do so here.

There are truly people favored by the gods here!

Therefore, he had carefully transferred all his aura into the angelic battle armor he was wearing.

Sensing that aura, some believers might mistakenly believe that Herbert was favored by the Sun God, while those with greater strength could "see through the truth" and discover that it actually came from the Angel Armor.

Throughout the entire Holy City, only Pope Sun could perceive the truth behind this aura—it came from Herbert, not from the Angelic Armor.

However, although Pope Sun had some doubts about this, since it was the choice of his own god, he had no objections.

And now... we've run into another one!
How could Herbert not be frustrated by this?
Nenasha!
This is different from what was said before!

How did I expose myself again?
Give me an explanation!
In other words, Miss Harmony is currently acting like a coward, unable to hear or see, otherwise she would definitely have a good showdown with Him.

rnm! Money back!
Herbert shouted loudly—even though he hadn't actually paid.

But can't I ask for a refund if I haven't paid?
I'm going to shout!

Refund!!!
【“…”】

Faced with this unreasonable protest, the God of Harmony could only remain silent.

He has many things he wants to complain about and many things he wants to remind others of, but he can only remain silent.

After taking advantage of Nenasha's silence to unleash his attacks, Herbert nodded, feeling refreshed.

cool.

Regardless of how He might retaliate later, I've already had my fun. Then, he raised his head, smiled at the wandering lady whose eyes were full of doubt, and said frankly, "Madam, you've probably misunderstood something."

"Although you may mistakenly believe that I have any connection with Him, or even think that I am impersonating His believer, this is not the case."

"Please believe me! I am really not a believer in Him!"

That's the truth; Herbert was never a believer in the sun god.

Herbert spoke these words with complete candor and sincerity, without any pretense.

“I didn’t intentionally become associated with His aura.”

It was Nenasa who stole the power; it has nothing to do with me.

"I was merely noticed by Him by some coincidence and left behind these faint traces."

It was an accidental lingering scent; it wasn't something I intentionally intended to deceive or swindle.

Every word and sentence is the truth.

To bolster his credibility, Herbert brought up his background and witnesses: "I come from the Misty Monastery."

"His Holiness the Pope is also aware of this matter."

This is also the truth.

Pope Sunburst did indeed know that Herbert came from the Misty Monastery.

"..."

Herbert's heartfelt explanation made the wandering lady squint slightly.

According to Herbert, he was just an ordinary paladin from the Misty Monastery who was noticed by Him by chance and then forced to absorb His aura.

She was a completely innocent and perfect victim.

However, what's strange is...

She had a strong feeling that Herbert wasn't telling the whole truth, but everything he said was true; there were no lies.

Most importantly, through reverse deduction based on the prophecy, his own conclusion that "he was an ordinary paladin who was forced to be tainted by the aura" was also true.

This is indeed a fact that existed!

So, where exactly did things go wrong?
The wandering lady stared at Herbert with a furrowed brow, her fingers trembling slightly.

"..."

She knew there was a problem.

It was clear that Herbert must have a secret.

He is hiding something; he is trying to deceive himself.

She wanted to kill Herbert outright, no matter what, but unfortunately... that was impossible.

This has nothing to do with pity, kindness, or carelessness; it's simply that it's impossible.

Because the established order does not allow her to do so.

Given her current state, she cannot do anything that goes against the established order.

After repeatedly and proactively separating herself from others, she has almost become the embodiment of order, tolerating no chaos whatsoever.

She looked at Herbert, who was so close to her, but there was nothing she could do.

"..."

Finally, the murderous intent gradually dissipated, and calm returned to her eyes. She asked softly, "So, it was all just a coincidence?"

Herbert smiled and nodded, saying matter-of-factly, "Yes, yes, it really is all a coincidence! Oh dear, I didn't want it to happen either."

It's not my fault.

It was all an accident.

Trust me!

“I see…” the wandering lady murmured softly, giving Herbert one last deep look before turning and leaving.

gone?

Just leave like that?
Friend, isn't it a bit impolite of you not to even say hello?

"Um, ma'am! I've finished speaking, but you still haven't told me who you are? You... ah!"

Herbert was about to ask further when the woman's long hair suddenly shone brightly.

Swish!
In an instant, Herbert's eyes were blinded by the dazzling golden light.

I'm super!

flash--

Herbert remained in the pure white world for a full thirty seconds, and then it took another three minutes for his vision to fully return.

By the time he was finally able to see the world clearly, that bald woman with no sense of public morality had long since disappeared.

She ran away!
Throw it and run!
"...Tsk! That wretched bald woman!"

Herbert wiped away the tears streaming down his face and muttered fiercely, "Don't let me ever see you again!"

"So what if it's an epic title? Does that give you the right to bully people? Does that mean you can just dazzle them?"

"This is intentional assault! It's extremely egregious!"

Finally, Herbert, unable to contain his anger, brought out his strongest Pokémon.

"Next time, I'm definitely going to have my hungry dragon duel you!!!"

……

"Ah sneeze!!!"

Valentina suddenly sneezed so loudly that it startled the two people next to her.

The dragon in question blinked in confusion, looking on with a curious expression.

Eh?
Did I just sneeze?
strangeness.

Why did I suddenly sneeze?

Also, why do I feel so uneasy?
I have a feeling that something strange has happened.

"Hmm... what is it?"

Valentina pouted and thought for a while, then unconsciously picked up the food on the table and stuffed it into her mouth with practiced ease.

(chew, chew, chew, chew)

(Gurgle)
"Could it be that something is about to happen?"

She turned her head and looked towards the direction outside the city, her brows furrowing slightly.

Could they be the minions of those evil gods?

"Are those disgusting guys planning something new?"

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

Thinking this way, Valentina's unease subsided and turned into excitement.

"Can we have another good fight now? Hehe..."

Thinking this, she excitedly licked her lips—and then unexpectedly licked a crumb of food.

"Eh?"

Valentina stared in shock, her eyes wide, and cried out in disbelief, "Who put Herbert's food in my mouth?!"

Who harmed me?!

I really wasn't thinking about eating!

……

……

Dawn Valley Fortress.

Tick.

Hot, green blood dripped down the edge of the battle axe, sizzling on the church's grounds.

laugh!
The young warrior, who looked to be only a teenager, gripped his shield tightly with trembling hands. Dozens of writhing venomous snakes were reflected in his pupils as he watched them burst from the ground. He barely managed to suppress the urge to run away.

Can't retreat!

No!
Those are my comrades behind me!
Inspired by the atmosphere of the fortress, the young warrior finally mustered his courage, picked up his battle axe, and continued charging forward, successfully rescuing a wounded soldier who had fallen unconscious.

But what happens after that?

The gruesome wound left from a snake bite when he was young was still throbbing, and the fear in his heart made his breathing rapid.

"Ha, ha...cough cough!"

goo.

I am the Lord's warrior.

I cannot back down!

I absolutely cannot... Ah!!

The scales of those venomous snakes gleamed with an eerie purple light, and venom dripped from their fangs, corroding the ground and sending up plumes of white smoke.

Just as he was about to lose control of his instincts and choose to run away, a deep voice rang out behind him.

"Kid, remember, war shows no mercy to anyone."

After being bandaged, Radley returned to the battlefield and stood in front of the boy.

His armor was covered in claw marks, and half a broken snake fang was stuck in his wrist guards, but his imposing presence remained undiminished.

He stared intently at the approaching venomous snake, whispering to the panicked boy:
“No enemy will give you a second chance, especially… when your opponent is this horde of monsters.”

Before he finished speaking, three venomous snakes pounced like arrows released from a bow.

Whoosh whoosh!
It was moving incredibly fast; the forked tongue almost touched Radley's face.

Radley reacted even faster, swinging his longsword before the snake could reach him.

brush--

Those dangerous venomous snakes didn't even last half a second in his hands; they all turned into corpses!
"Ha ha!"

Radley laughed triumphantly: "Come on! You filthy monsters! Try to kill me! Hahaha!"

He only possessed mid-level strength, but the power he displayed far exceeded his actual level.

After this brutal war, he clearly felt that his strength had significantly improved in each battle.

Not only in terms of skills, but also in practical application, they have made great progress!

He knew that it wouldn't be long before he could advance to the higher level.

However... he may not have the time.

While Radley was displaying his prowess, the other venomous snakes did not stop, quickly surrounding and encircling the two of them.

"Uncle Radley!"

Looking at the pairs of snake eyes around him, the boy was filled with unease and whispered with regret and self-blame: "...It's all my fault that you were put in danger too."

If it weren't for saving him, Radley wouldn't have rushed over to die with him.

The boy felt guilty, but Radley didn't respond. Instead, he roared, "Kid, stand up straight! What kind of depressing nonsense are you spouting!"

"I don't recall your father raising you into such a coward while he was alive!"

"And another thing! Who said we were going to die—"

But just before they were about to be surrounded, a figure rushed over and swung his sword at the snake horde. The arc of sword light struck first, cutting the surrounding snake monsters into several pieces.

"Haha, reinforcements have arrived! Let's go!"

All the warriors were familiar with this kind of sword light.

Yes—to the Supreme! Saint! Slay!

Great! The paladin has arrived!
The two retreated successfully under the paladin's cover.

While carrying his unconscious comrade on his back, Radley laughed at the boy, "If you hadn't disobeyed and run around, I would have beaten you half to death and then dragged you back to be treated by the apprentice priest! If you had been poisoned on the way, keep your body safe and take it to a high-ranking priest to resurrect you!"

"And... kid, you didn't let us down."

"You overcame your fear and rushed to save your comrade. You are a good soldier."

When they returned to the fortress, all who saw them cheered and praised his courage.

"Hahaha! Good job!"

"These are the warriors of our lord!"

"Good boy!"

……

The boy scratched his head shyly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Radley patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Haha, aren't you scared now?"

"Not only do you not have to worry about death, but nobody does!"

Although Radley wasn't the strongest among them, his loud voice was the most well-known.

He laughed loudly and said, "We all know that the church will not abandon any victim."

"Holy water, potions, divine spells—all of them are plentiful!"

"As long as we don't die on the spot, the church will save us."

"And if you're really unlucky and get swallowed by a monster and excreted, or pulverized into dust and can't be resurrected in time... well, you're just out of luck! Who told you to be so careless! Haha!"

After Radley finished speaking, everyone paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, pointing at him and hurling insults.

"Hahaha!"

"Damn Radley, can't you say something nice? Fuck you, hahaha!"

"You're the unlucky one!"

"Radley, you bastard! You're the one who got dragged out by the monster! Hahaha!"

Normally, such crude and grotesque jokes wouldn't be considered funny and might even draw angry stares from others.

However, speaking from one of the perspectives of someone on such a battlefield adds a lot of dark humor to the joke.

In the face of life and death, the soldiers actually put aside many concerns.

die?

Ah.

Whoever is afraid of death is a coward!

After being laughed at and ridiculed for a while, Radley continued to laugh: "We will not have sacrificed ourselves in vain!"

They are human beings, living, breathing human beings.

Even the bravest warrior fears death.

But they were even more afraid of dying in vain.

They feared dying in a hospital bed, having accomplished nothing, more than dying on the battlefield.

And now they are determined not to waste their lives.

To be able to fight for one's beliefs and convictions, and to give one's life for them.

They died a worthy death!

So sweet!

"Since everyone understands... then!"

Radley raised his weapon high, veins bulging in his neck, and roared almost fanatically, "For my Lord!"

The next moment, a wave of response surged forth.

"For my lord!!!"

Fao, who had just covered Radley's retreat, also stepped forward at this moment, raising his arms and shouting: "For justice!"

"For justice!!!"

They didn't know what the future held, but the warriors' keen sense of death made them realize that a new attack from the Church of the Evil God might be imminent.

War has never truly ceased!
……

……

And the truth is just as they thought.

While mortals were preparing for a desperate battle, the evil gods were also fully prepared.

From the center of the flesh altar, a chilling cracking sound emanated from the giant egg.

Click click click... Click!

On this day, in the underground tomb.

An incarnation of an evil god...

It was born.

(End of this chapter)