Chapter 17: The Changes in Modo!
September 2, 2015
Author: Floating Tower
The massive body of the Bipedal Wyvern soared into the sky.
Seeing Vivian’s determined expression, Gloria momentarily found herself at a loss for words, many thoughts choked in her throat. At this moment, Vivian surprisingly brought her a sense of pressure, something she had never felt before. From Vivian, she sensed the presence of a mentor’s air; she could hardly believe that Vivian had advanced to the high-level legendary power of the Eye of the North. At the same time, a feeling of fear spread, though it wasn’t directed at her, it still affected her somewhat.
The wild wind howled.
Vivian’s attitude was so resolute that Gloria couldn’t even stop her as the Bipedal Wyvern took flight.
“Meow~!”
Just then, a petite and delicate figure suddenly pounced out, grabbing the Bipedal Wyvern’s tail and nimbly bouncing up to its back, clinging to its scales, anxiously saying, “Don’t leave Lulu behind! …Meow! …Lulu wants to go too! …”
“Lulu can help you! …Meow! …Lulu can take on ten by herself! …”
Vivian paused for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on her lips as she softly said, “Okay. Let’s take Lulu with us!”
“Hold on tight!”
The ever-growing body of the Bipedal Wyvern shot up into the sky!
In the air, faintly came Lulu’s excited cat-like cries, and the wild wind kicked up dust and stones around them. It was at this moment that the Fallen Witch approached, slowly saying, “Aren’t you going to stop her? What if Soren comes back and can’t find her? He might get very angry!”
Gloria shook her head gently, “It’s useless.”
“If she insists on leaving, we cannot stop her at all. Besides, I’ve left a magical mark on them, so I can track their position anytime.”
After all, being a true Northern Witch, Gloria was ready for the contingency as soon as she saw Vivian’s determined attitude.
“Where are they planning to go?”
The Fallen Witch gazed at the receding Bipedal Wyvern in the sky. She whispered, “Soren considers her more important than his own life! If something were to happen, it might not be good!”
Gloria’s expression grew serious, mumbling, “It doesn’t look like they plan to leave this plane.”
“As long as they aren’t leaving this plane, there shouldn’t be any issues. They probably plan to deal with the Church of Fear. I’ll arrange for people to spread out now; we should be able to get news of her soon.”
Vivian wasn’t just a reckless little girl.
Gloria had taught her for a long time and could clearly sense the similarities between Vivian and Soren.
Careful preparation before action!
If Vivian truly intended to face the Demon God of Fear herself, the first thing she would need to deal with is the Church of Fear.
The Vampire Son had already fallen.
The internal situation of the Church of Fear probably underwent changes again. From Vivian’s earlier words “Submit or d*e,” it seemed that the little girl intended to recover this church under the identity of the “Fear Witch.”
With her current abilities as a high-level legendary spellcaster, uprooting the Church of Fear in the Material Plane shouldn’t be too difficult.
As long as she didn’t leave the Material Plane for a place like the Bottomless Abyss, then even if she encountered trouble, no one could hold her back.
This was also why Gloria felt at ease allowing her to leave.
Every fledgling bird will eventually learn to soar. If Soren was an eagle soaring in the sky, then Vivian probably wouldn’t be too far behind.
………………
The battle in Modo continued.
George slowly stood up, pressing against his arm. The nearby priest quickly rushed over, and with the brilliance of divine technique, reattached his severed arm. Most of the demons had already been dealt with, but many parts of Modo were still ablaze; demons had a nature for destruction. They had caused massive chaos here.
The casualties were far more severe than imagined!
Ordinary people were truly too weak when facing demons; the differences in their base attributes made it easy to crush them. Surprisingly, three of George’s colleagues had already died in battle.
Flames spread.
The city’s defense team had begun to extinguish the raging fires, and cries of the elderly, weak, and women filled the air.
The casualties among the Half-Elf defenders were even greater. Those battle-hardened pirates had lower casualties, yet everyone wore grave expressions on their faces. Sporadic fights still erupted in some corners.
The appearance of demons brought unsettling feelings!
A sense of crisis.
After tending to his wounds, George returned to his residence. The following tasks would be taken over by the defense team, who remained busy until dawn the next day before handling everything.
Sister’s eyes were somewhat red. On one hand, she was worried about his injuries, and on the other, she hadn’t slept all night.
George also hadn’t slept a wink.
When he woke up the next day, he could see the burnt houses across the street. Although the security team had settled the civilians, many had anxious looks in their eyes. He had long heard about the traces of demons and devils appearing in other parts of the continent; now that demons had appeared in Modo, it seemed the situation wasn’t optimistic.
Modo City’s efficiency was very high!
The order was restored the next day, and the burnt houses began reconstruction. George noticed that their training tasks had become much stricter than before.
Many of his colleagues wore grim expressions, silently enduring the higher difficulty of combat training.
A sense of crisis.
As they formed a sense of belonging to Modo City as their new home, a new sense of crisis also emerged.
Unlike the previous Half-Orc attack, this time, they hoped to use their own strength to protect everything. The powerful strength of the demons put great pressure on them, and while pressure could crush a person, it could also force greater potential out of them.
Though they had suffered heavy losses!
They also achieved ultimate victory; not a single demon that offended Modo City left alive.
Thus, all these sacrifices were worth it!
Faint sounds of weeping and prayers could be heard, as fallen soldiers were being buried by priests, praying for their souls to find peace under the brilliance of the deities.
George silently trained with the three hundred-pound stone lock, sweat covering his increasingly muscular body.
Night fell.
Since being promoted to reserve officer, George seemed to have developed a habit of going for a drink every day, but today he had no such thoughts at all.
The tavern felt somewhat desolate.
Exhausted colleagues quietly returned to their residences, preparing for the high-difficulty training of the next day.
A crisis.
A slaughter.
Modo City underwent subtle changes that many felt, as they shelved their previous laziness and began to work harder with a more serious attitude.
This is Modo City.
This is their new homeland!
……………… (To be continued ~^~)
