stjorthotic Chapter 447 Bearing the Name of Justice, I Cannot Escape
Chapter 447 Bearing the Name of Justice, I Cannot Escape
Chapter 447 Bearing the Name of Justice, I Cannot Escape
"What's wrong with your goddess this time?"
Roy followed Ota's steady steps toward Freya's room and asked casually.
Ota's eyelids twitched. If anyone else had dared to say that, he would have turned around and slapped them. But he was helpless against Roy, whom he couldn't beat.
No one is a fool to become a top adventurer, and Ota is no exception. He is just taciturn, doesn't like to talk, and is better at solving problems with his fists.
Otta said, "How could we possibly fathom the workings of a goddess!"
"I think she's just bored!" Roy sneered. He should have kicked that crazy woman back to heaven last time!
Ota pretended not to hear and kept walking.
"Hmph!" Roy was helpless against the silent boar. He snorted coldly. It seemed he had been too lenient with Freya. This time, she actually dared to bewitch the whole city.
Crunch!
The two arrived at a spacious room, where only a stunningly beautiful figure wearing a cloak was visible.
Ota slowly retreated and closed the door behind him.
The stunningly beautiful figure turned around, lifted her hood, and revealed an absolutely perfect face. Every line of her features was the pinnacle of the Creator's painstaking work, without the slightest flaw. Her skin radiated a warm and sacred glow.
Her eyes were like two deep, violet-colored starry seas, containing the cycle of desire and reincarnation. With just a glance, she could make mortals fall into eternal damnation and willingly give everything.
Moving the gaze downwards, the curves of the body hidden beneath the long robe were even more arousing. The wide robe could not conceal the breathtaking silhouette, full and firm, outlining an astonishing curve, with a slender waist extending downwards to connect with round and full hips.
"Roy, you're here!"
When Freya saw Roy, her violet eyes, which were enough to make the stars pale in comparison, suddenly lit up, revealing undisguised pure joy.
"Please sit." Her voice was as gentle as a night breeze brushing against flower petals. This supreme goddess, who held the power of beauty and desire, seemed to have transformed into a lovely and charming young girl. She personally served Roy tea and water with graceful movements. Her delicate hands held the teapot, and the water flowed into the cup like silver threads. The fragrant aroma of tea rose with the steam, and the teacup was placed in front of Roy.
Throughout the entire process, her posture was impeccably elegant; the curve of her neck, the slight bend of her waist, and the light touch of her fingertips all possessed a natural rhythm.
After all, I trained at Mia's little tavern.
Roy sat down at the table by the window, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip. The tea was sweet and fragrant, and more importantly, the "abnormal resistance" ability had not been activated. This cup of tea had not been given any extra "ingredients".
Freya leaned forward slightly, her violet eyes, seemingly containing a galaxy, fixed intently on Roy, a hint of girlish trepidation and eagerness in her gaze. "How's the tea?"
This was one of the few times Roy had "taken the initiative" to come to her, and Freya was overjoyed beyond measure.
Roy said casually, "Not bad!"
"hey-hey!"
Freya couldn't help but smile, letting out a short, satisfied hum, her heart filled with sweetness.
Roy put down his teacup, looked at Freya, and cut to the chase, asking, "Then, can you remove the bewitching spell from Ryu, Astrea, Loki—and the entire city?"
To avoid being seduced, Roy constantly pushed his "intuition" and "adventure" to the limit; however, Freya clearly had no such intention.
Freya was silent for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "That's really impressive. I thought we could keep it a secret for a while."
Although she felt it was unlikely she could fool Roy forever, her carefully planned scheme was discovered by Roy in just one day, leaving her with mixed feelings.
A hint of disappointment flashed across Freya's eyes, making her look pitiful. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have pressed her for more information, for fear of ruining their image in the eyes of the goddess of beauty.
Roy asked, "What are you hiding?"
Freya did not answer.
But Roy, who had arrived here, had undoubtedly grasped a clue: "It must be the gods' decision!"
Freya pursed her lips.
Roy continued, "Given the pressure from the entire world, an acquittal is simply impossible. What is the true punishment from the gods?"
"Ugh!"
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Roy's relentless pressure made Freya sigh softly. At this point, there was no point in hiding it any longer. Too many flaws had been revealed, such as those of Hestia, Uranus, and the dungeon adventurers—and the young man before her was far too perceptive.
Freya said, word by word, "Defeat the Black Dragon!"
These four words were like a heavy mountain suddenly pressing down, making the atmosphere in the room extremely oppressive, the air solidified, and suffocating.
The black dragon that nearly wiped out the strongest Zeus and Hera's Familia—everyone in the lower realm knows what it means to defeat that final beast!
"I see."
Roy's pupils contracted slightly. No wonder Freya's allure over the entire city forced her to change the gods' resolution. While the Astrea Familia was powerful now, it was still somewhat inferior to the two great Familias of the past. Going to subdue the Black Dragon would most likely be suicide.
"No, you don't understand at all!"
Freya interrupted Roy's thoughts with an excited voice, "This is your punishment!"
Roy was stunned, his brow furrowing as he finally understood Freya's words. "I see!"
This means he's going to fight the Black Dragon one-on-one!
Even ganging up on the Black Dragon could be suicide, but fighting him one-on-one would be a death sentence. The gods would even use their divine mirror to monitor him, ensuring he had nowhere to escape!
"Roy, what's wrong with a fake world? Reality is too cruel!" Freya's beautiful face showed an almost morbid stubbornness. She stretched out her snow-white and slender arms, which wrapped tightly around Roy like vines, pulling the boy into her arms and letting him sink forever into her fabricated gentle paradise.
"call!"
Roy felt the fragrance emanating from Freya's hair and neck lingering around his nose; it was the scent unique to the goddess of beauty.
It's not just a simple floral or powdery scent, but a hallucinogenic, sweet, and bewitching aroma, like that of poppies.
A wisp of breath seeped into my lungs, as if countless gentle little hands were caressing my tense nerves, whispering that I should give up resistance and embrace the sweetness of surrender.
Freya did not use her own powers, but instead made the most of the weapons that were exclusively for women.
That tenderness is irresistible!
A dizzying sense of lethargy, accompanied by unprecedented comfort and temptation, surged in like a tidal wave, frantically assaulting the dam of his reason.
Roy almost couldn't help but close his eyes and drown in this illusory yet gentle ocean.
"But—I refuse!"
Roy suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, and forcefully pushed Freya away.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Freya's delicate body staggered backward, her silver high heels clicking crisply on the ground, her face filled with astonishment.
"Why!"
Seeing Roy's expressionless face, Freya's tears finally broke free, rolling down like pearls from a broken string. She screamed hysterically, "Why! Do you really want to die? It's impossible for one person to defeat that black dragon!!"
A clear, sorrowful voice echoed throughout the room.
Let alone the children of the mortal realm, even the gods who have lived together in the heavens for hundreds of millions of years have never seen Freya so emotionally broken.
She had been driven to the brink of despair by the young man before her!
Freya, like a drowning person grasping at a last piece of driftwood, gripped Roy's hand tightly with all her might. Her fragile voice trembled, pitiful and desperately pleading, "Please—Roy—let's go! Let's leave this city, escape far away—escape to a place where even fate can't catch us!"
Faced with Freya's invitation to elope, almost anyone in the world would have accepted instantly, but Roy stared at her with a complex expression. "This is running away!"
"escape?"
Freya felt as if those words had pierced her heart. She abruptly raised her head, tears streaming down her beautiful face. She screamed with all her might, her voice shrill and tearing through the air, "What's wrong with running away? Living is the most important thing!"
Roy's eyes remained unmoved; escaping would be easy for him, in fact, far too easy!
The strongest LV.8 adventurer in the world, capable of using spatial magic freely and even teleporting to dungeon worlds —
But some things are more important than life!
Roy said, "The fact that the leader of the Astrea Familia fled to escape punishment will be clearly recorded in history books, and deeply etched into everyone's heart!"
"but----"
Freya was about to say something when Roy interrupted her sharply, "If it concerns your reputation, Ota and the others will fight to the death, even if it means dying!"
Roy said in a deep voice, "The leader of the Astrea Familia knows how to fulfill the duties of a leader!"
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Bearing the name of justice, he cannot escape!
Those violet eyes reflected Roy's handsome profile, and Freya couldn't help but stare in amazement.
In that instant, Roy's soul trembled violently due to her powerful conviction, and the radiance that emanated from it was so dazzling that it even stung her eyes.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
Freya stared intently, every pore on her body radiating an aura of pleasure and fascination.
But the immense grief was like a sharp spear, piercing her heart and causing her unbearable pain!
Roy is fighting for Astraea's justice!
Instead of for her, such an excellent child is not hers, Freya burst into tears.
Roy gazed in the direction of the Star Garden, his expression gentle. "If it were Astraea, she would definitely respect my choice and do her best to help me, instead of forcibly imposing her own ideas on me."
Freya felt an increasing, piercing pain as she listened.
She understood. If those girls were in her position, they would have done everything in their power to help Roy defeat the Black Dragon, instead of dragging Roy along to survive.
That's the difference between her and those girls!
Her love was never about giving, but about taking; she wanted to get something from Roy.
"Shut up!"
Freya, enraged and humiliated, felt her blood boil and her beautiful face flush red. She gritted her teeth and said, "Since you refuse my kindness, then I'll use every means at my disposal to keep you here!"
If the soft approach doesn't work, we have to resort to the hard one!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Freya's angry shout seemed to be a signal; the door and French windows were simultaneously smashed open, and Ota, Allen, Hedin, the four Flame Warriors, and others appeared, forming a tight formation to surround Roy.
A chilling atmosphere permeated every corner.
Roy frowned; a crazy woman is still a crazy woman.
"The negotiations have broken down as expected!"
"To reject the goddess's kindness is truly foolish!"
"You madman, prepare for your death!"
The Freya Familia members spoke coldly, already fully armed. Ota held a greatsword, Eren wielded a silver one, and Hedin's palm crackled with lightning—their fighting spirit was astonishing.
Roy's gaze remained fixed on Freya. "Do you think they can stop me?"
These words instantly overwhelmed the arrogance of Freya's Familia. If anyone else had said that, it would have been far too arrogant, even for Leon, who was also a Level 8.
But Roy is really too special.
Last time, because of Little Bell's incident, Roy, with his LV.7 strength, was able to overpower Freya's Familia and cause a huge disturbance.
The battlefield and open fields are places that make one's teeth itch with hatred.
Now that Roy has reached LV.8, the gap in strength between them is even more frustrating and despairing.
Even without using "Superior Transfer", Roy could take on the entire Freya Familia head-on with his own strength.
He only had one concern!
Roy took out the elven holy sword from his spatial ring. "Freya, dispel the enchantment from the entire city!"
"Hehehehehehehe!"
Freya's face broke into a bewitching smile, instantly transforming her into a witch who could manipulate the world. "So you still remember this!"
In that instant, countless powerful auras erupted.
One after another, figures as fast as ghosts sped from all corners of the city. They were all renowned adventurers of the time, none of them below LV.4.
You can see Finn, Riveria, Ais, Shakti, Tsubaki Cobrand, Aisha, Asifi, and Leon in this game.
The Loki Familia, the School District, the Hephaestus Familia, the Hermes Familia, the Ganesha Familia—the city's elite forces have gathered together.
And then there's the Astrea Familia!
Ryu, Tione, Tiona, Daphne, Ariste, and other girls from the Astrea Familia.
Scattered across the entire battlefield, everyone was wearing the armor they wore when entering the dungeon and wielding weapons.
Their eyes were a lifeless void!
Deep within their pupils lay nothing but emptiness, devoid of reason and emotion, a void of self-loss.
Like a series of killing puppets manipulated by invisible threads, sharp swords, heavy battle axes, magic staves shimmering with magical light, and ready-to-fire crossbows all turned in unison, countless cold lights intertwining instantly to form a deadly net with no blind spots, locking Roy firmly in the center of the net!
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Only the pale gleam reflected from the weapons spread silently, like the deepest frost of winter.
"Roy, if I give the order, everyone in Orario will become your enemy, including the Astrea Familia—those girls who love you the most!" Freya gasped, her voice filled with madness.
The entire city is under her control!