e-booksonline Chapter 501 Rivera Under the Moonlight
Chapter 501 Rivera Under the Moonlight
Chapter 501 Rivera Under the Moonlight
Dragon Nest.
As the smoke of the great battle dissipated, the setting sun, like blood, dyed the still-burning embers of the battlefield a warm gold.
The survivors did not wallow in grief or ecstasy. They had successfully defeated the black dragon, but their lives were not over yet. To put it bluntly, life had to go on.
The sky warships landed, and the adventurers took out a large amount of supplies from them. The faction led by the Thor Familia also sent countless supplies.
Every member of the Orario Alliance is regarded as a hero by people all over the world.
"Tighten the rope here!"
"Firewood, quickly bring the dry firewood over!"
In the large open space cleared in the center of the camp, people moved about busily.
The heavy wooden stakes were struck, producing a dull but powerful sound, and were driven deep into the scorched earth. The sturdy canvas was stretched open with great effort amidst shouts, and tents of varying sizes and crooked shapes were erected on this ravaged land.
Various sounds intertwined, replacing the original fighting and roaring on the battlefield.
Soon, wisps of grayish-white smoke rose from the newly built makeshift stove, turning into a hazy mist that enveloped the entire camp.
The strong smell of blood and burnt meat in the air was quietly covered by the aroma of burning firewood and the simple fragrance of coarse grains and dried meat bubbling in the pot.
Clap clap! Clap clap!
The campfire flickered, its light illuminating weary faces etched with joy and hope.
Each clan occupies a separate area to rest, without interfering with each other. When facing the common enemy of the Black Dragon, they can be close comrades-in-arms, but after everything is over, they maintain a proper distance, keeping to themselves and others.
The same applies to the Astrea Familia.
The girls set up tents, and Roy took out the abundant supplies from his spatial ring. They divided the tasks clearly: those who needed treatment received it, and those who needed to eat ate.
Compared to the others, Roy had more supplies on hand, enough to make the girls happy enough to take a shower and wash away the sweat and blood.
"Captain, how did you escape from the Black Dragon?"
"It's just as you think, but there was a little accident along the way that caused a lot of delays."
Around the fire, Roy and a dozen or so girls from the Chun tribe ate and chatted.
They already knew about the instance world.
"But it was thanks to that 'accident' that we were able to defeat the Black Dragon so easily." Roy said. Without Alphia at LV.9 and the rewards from the world quest, it would have been completely impossible to defeat the Black Dragon, whose stats exceeded LV.10 and who possessed the authority of nine gods.
His resources are snowballing.
Using the rewards from the Akame ga Kill world to defeat the Black Dragon, even more amazing rewards were obtained.
"Captain, waaaaaah!"
Hearing Roy's explanation, the girls suddenly understood, and crystal-clear tears welled up in their eyes. When they saw Roy's heart pierced by the light of death and then swallowed by the black dragon, they were terrified.
If it were anyone else, they would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
Only their beloved leader, Roy, could survive, and the girls were both proud and happy.
After eating and drinking their fill, the immense joy of surviving the ordeal intertwined with the extreme exhaustion of defeating the black dragon, like a heavy tide that overwhelmed the girls.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
Inside the warm tent, steady breathing filled the air as the tribe girls nestled beside Roy, unable to resist the onslaught of sleepiness, and drifted off to sleep.
Even in the deepest of dreams, the ingrained fear and the preciousness of regaining what was lost did not dissipate, and the girls clung tightly to Roy.
She feared that if she relaxed her guard even slightly, the young man before her would slip through her fingers like sand and vanish into nothingness once more.
Roy leaned quietly against the corner, his body "imprisoned" in place by the girls in various ways.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze gently sweeping over the beautiful faces sleeping beneath his gaze, faces that were usually either cunning or heroic.
These women, who were once aloof and reserved, have now let down their guard and become strong, their long eyelashes still bearing traces of undried tears.
Even in their sleep, their tightly pursed lips betrayed a subtle unease.
Seeing how Tione and the others relied on him so much and entrusted him with such complete devotion, an indescribable warmth filled Roy's chest, mixed with heartache, pity, and a heavy sense of responsibility.
"I'll be right back."
Late at night, Roy quietly moved his body. His LV.9 Dexterity attribute allowed him to leave the tent silently, unnoticed by anyone.
Tiona and Alyssa were on night watch.
"Commander, go!"
"Resurrect the heroes!"
Tiona and Alicia knew what Roy was going to do and supported him unconditionally, even if it might bring unnecessary trouble to the Familia.
Transfer to a higher position!
Roy nodded to the two of them, then activated his magic, and spatial fluctuations engulfed his figure.
After traversing several hundred meters, Roy arrived at the Loki Familia's residence, which was also where the bodies were kept.
The clear moonlight, like a thin, gossamer veil, gently draped down upon the silent earth. There, the royal elf stood quietly, becoming the most pristine and inviolable spectacle in the night.
Roy admired the stunning scene under the moonlight.
Rivera was slender and tall, like a solitary bamboo stalk by a cold pond. Her waist-length emerald green hair shone with a cool and soft glow, and moved gently without wind. Her snow-white skin, illuminated by the moonlight, had a translucent pink hue, flawless and delicate as if it were carved from the finest jade.
Her exquisite facial features were simply the most perfect creation of the Creator. Her jawline was beautiful and slender, her nose was small and straight, and her eyes were even more beautiful, displaying the emerald green of an ancient forest.
At this moment, those eyes slightly lifted, gazing at the silver moon in the sky, their long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes trembling, exuding unease and anticipation.
Cold, aloof, and untouched by worldly dust!
Moonlight flowed around her, outlining her elegant and aloof silhouette, shrouding her in a hazy glow.
"You're here—but spying on others isn't a good habit!" Rivera glanced at Roy.
"It's an act of God!"
Roy laughed. At LV.9, if he didn't want the other party to discover him, he could hide his aura so well that even Riveria would have a hard time finding him and could only search with her naked eye.
Rivera silently approached Roy.
Roy lowered his head.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Under the moonlight, their figures stretched out for more than ten meters. Their gazes met, like two unfathomable pools, silently converging. A thousand words and countless thoughts resonated in the silence of the night.
"You're still alive, that's so good!"
Rivera leaned forward, her delicate, aloof body resting against Roy's firm chest, her voice trembling slightly.
Scalding tears streamed down Roy's emerald eyes, silently soaking through the front of his shirt.
Roy failed to challenge the Black Dragon a year ago, Finn was pierced through the heart by the Light of Death, and Riveria, both personally and as the vice-captain of her Familia, endured unimaginable pressure and pain.
But she couldn't show it, with Ais, Bert, and her Loki Ridge companions by her side.
When she saw Roy and they were alone together, Rivera could no longer control her emotions.
"I'm sorry I made you worry."
Roy slowly raised his hand, his movements gentle, his warm yet strong palm passing through Riveria's slender waist, soothing her.
After a long while, Rivera's emotions gradually calmed down, and she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her small hands.
When she came to her senses, she realized that she and Roy were so close that they could feel each other's breath. A beautiful blush, like a newly blooming cherry blossom, spread from Riveria's fair neck and up her delicate cheeks.
Her clear, jade-green eyes shimmered with shy, watery light, and her cherry-like lips were irresistibly alluring.
The intense touch, even through the thin fabric, conveyed their body heat and deep affection.
"Cough! Cough! Let's go in."
Rivera seemed to be burned by an invisible flame, breaking free from Roy's embrace. Her feigned calm and cool voice, tinged with an imperceptible tremor and urgency, shattered the previous tenderness.
Her movements were so hurried that they even seemed a bit awkward. She turned slightly to the side, using her long, flowing emerald hair to cover her flushed, burning cheeks.
The tips of her delicate ears were already tinged with a sunset-like blush, exposed to the bright moonlight.
"Um!"
Roy smiled calmly and followed Riveria toward the tent where the bodies were kept.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Rivera, walking ahead, kept her head down, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, making her feel flustered and anxious, as if it might jump out at any moment.
What's wrong with her?!
The intoxication she felt in Roy's arms just now, a torrent of unprecedented heat, mixed with shyness and helplessness, swept over her mind and body.
An inescapable question echoed in my mind.
With so many girls around Roy who are devoted to him, does she still have the shamelessness to get involved?
The two entered the morgue.
There were already quite a few people inside the tent, including Grace, Hedin, Tsubaki, and Leon—each of the major clans had sent a member of sufficient standing.
Roy didn't want to cause too much trouble regarding the resurrection, but he also needed to let a small number of people know so that they could keep the members of that clan in check.
"The Madman!"
Upon seeing Roy, Hedin, Leon, and the others all cast complex glances. The man who had almost died in front of them a year ago had reappeared, leading them to crush the Black Dragon with overwhelming force.
Without Roy, this battle would surely be lost.
Leon asked, "Roy, you leveled up?"
Upon reaching LV.9, the difference in spirit and body far surpassed that of previous upgrades. For a short period, Roy was unable to perfectly control the power within his body. The unstable aura was vast and powerful, carrying a faint sense of oppression!
Leon, the strongest among them, was the first to sense Roy's fluctuating aura, his face showing surprise and uncertainty.
"What?!"
The entire tent suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
Countless surprised, inquisitive, and incredulous gazes focused on Roy.
Roy exhaled a long breath, feeling the vast power surging within him, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "I've leveled up to LV.9."
"hiss!"
Upon hearing this, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd as everyone stared intently at Roy.
LV.9!
This word was like a thunderbolt of destruction, striking everyone's heart and stirring up unprecedented waves of turmoil in their eyes.
That's the highest level ever reached by humans in the lower realms. What's even more terrifying is Roy's leveling speed, which defies all logic!
Roy reached LV.8 while fighting the corrupted fairies, and in less than a year and a half, he's already jumped from LV.8 to LV.9.
of thick barriers.
The shock it brought was countless times more profound than when Roy leveled up to LV.2 in seventeen days.
Because the difficulty of upgrading the Grace skill increases as you progress.
Personal aptitude also limits the improvement and upgrading of ability values; even Leon wasn't confident in reaching LV.9.
The goddess Astraea wasn't here, so how did Roy update his stats and level up? No one would ask such a pointless question.
Even if they asked, Roy wouldn't answer.
Roy laughed, "Let's get down to business!"
Inside the spacious tent, all that could be seen was a suffocating silence. Finn and Ota—these once renowned adventurers who had fought side by side—lay quietly on the cold ground, wrapped in white cloth. Their faces were ashen, their bodies stiff and cold, and the vibrant life force they once possessed had been completely extinguished.
Ota had half his head shattered by the black dragon's death ray, but thanks to his powerful skills and stamina, he managed to hold on until the end of the battle before collapsing.
"Ugh!"
The people nearby had different expressions. They knew that defeating a monster of the Black Dragon's caliber could not have a happy ending, and it was normal for someone to sacrifice themselves.
But a heavy sorrow weighed on everyone.
Needless to say, the Loki Familia, having lost Finn, and even the Freya Familia, found it hard to accept that their towering pig-man leader would die.
Tonight they are all gathered together, and the answer lies with Roy in front of them, believing that he will create a miracle.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Roy took out the Tenseiga from his spatial ring and drew its blade.
Roy gained special vision thanks to his natural teeth.
It was a sight that ordinary people could not see: dark blue chains of the underworld, exuding a strong aura of death, like maggots clinging to bones, cold and ferocious, wrapped around the bodies of every deceased person.
laugh!
A cold glint flashed in Roy's eyes as he swung Tenseiga. The simple, unadorned blade traced a cold yet merciful path through the air, its sharp strikes engulfing the dense, deathly shackles binding the corpses.
Click! Click! Click!
With a crisp ringing sound, those serpentine, tough underworld chains shattered inch by inch before the power of Tenseiga to reverse life and death, turning into countless ghostly blue specks of light that instantly vanished without a trace.
The moment the chains shattered, a miracle occurred!
"Thump—thump—thump—"
The cold limbs became warm and soft again, the chest began to rise and fall powerfully, and a faint heartbeat echoed in the deathly silent tent.
The sound of breathing was clearly audible!
Those pale, paper-white faces visibly faded, infused with new life force, and quickly became rosy and vibrant.
The battle to subdue the Black Dragon was no easy feat; approximately six hundred people perished, but two hundred corpses were relatively well-preserved. Roy swung his sword and resurrected one of them!