Chapter 141 : Filthy to Death
Chapter 141: Filthy to Death
“And besides, even if you can break it.”
Garrod curled his lips into a cruel arc, his gaze turning sinister and terrifying.
“Do you dare to kill me?”
“I am the Commander of the Third Holy Knight Order of the Church, a seeded candidate in this generation’s Hero sequence.”
“My soul has long been engraved with a sacred mark.”
“As long as my vital signs disappear here, no matter who did it, no matter if you flee to the ends of the earth, even to the deepest layer of the Abyss…”
He stared straight into Lilia’s eyes, enunciating each word:
“The Church’s Tribunal will cling to you like a pack of mad dogs.”
“You will face endless assassination attempts from the top assassins of the entire continent.”
“Your portrait will be posted on every city’s wanted board, and your head will carry a bounty of one hundred million gold coins.”
“You will watch helplessly as the people around you die one by one under divine arts, until finally…”
Garrod extended a finger, tapping lightly against the barrier toward Lilia’s forehead.
“Your soul will be extracted and burned in sacred fire for a hundred years.”
The air fell into deathly silence.
The hand holding Lilia’s blade trembled slightly.
Just that fleeting moment of hesitation—
was precisely caught by Garrod.
“Hahahahahaha!”
He burst into arrogant laughter, the thrill of controlling everything twisting his handsome face.
“Afraid?”
“That’s right.”
“This is power, this is authority!”
“No matter how many unforgivable things I do, as long as I wear this skin, you can do nothing to me!”
Garrod’s eyes turned cold as he pointed at the ground.
“Now, kneel!”
“Throw away that broken blade in your hand, crawl over like a dog, and lick my boots clean!”
“Perhaps… if I’m in a good mood, I might leave you a complete corpse and spare you some—”
Puchi.
A soft sound, like a rotten tomato being pierced.
It abruptly cut off Garrod’s impassioned speech.
The golden barrier suddenly shattered like a soap bubble, silently.
Garrod’s laughter stopped abruptly.
His expression was still frozen in that ferocious grin of “leave you a complete corpse.”
But his pupils were shrinking violently, reflecting… a hand.
A hand wearing a black glove—slender, refined.
“Too noisy.”
A cold voice, like a chilling wind drifting up from the depths of hell, instantly froze the entire space.
Lilia shuddered violently.
This voice…
This tone…
And that familiar cedar scent that made even her DNA tremble…
What the hell?!
Before the word “Master” could even leave Lilia’s mind—
that hand pressed down slightly.
Just slightly.
As casually as brushing off a speck of dust from one’s shoulder.
Garrod—
the man who had just been boasting about the Church, the sacred mark, and threatening to burn Lilia alive—
in an instant—
right before Lilia’s eyes—
collapsed.
The rune-engraved plate armor he took pride in, the powerful body tempered by holy light, even the splattered blood—
all of it, under that horrifying pressure, was compressed, crushed, and finally turned into… a pool of red-and-white pulp.
Not even a single scream escaped.
Only a flattened golden helmet rolled to Lilia’s feet.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
Even the Old God heart beating wildly nearby seemed to sense something terrifying, its rhythm skipping a beat in fear.
Lilia stared dumbfounded at the “thing” that had been a living person just a second ago.
“What?”
Hera’s tall figure slowly emerged from the void.
She didn’t even glance at the “trash” on the ground. Instead, she took out a pure white handkerchief and leisurely wiped the fingers that had just committed the act.
Her golden eyes lowered slightly, landing on the still-dazed Lilia.
There was a hint of lazy indifference—and a trace of dangerous amusement.
“Weren’t you quite talkative just now?”
“What was it—head maid, demolition squad.”
“Why are you mute now?”
Lilia shivered, her survival instincts instantly maxing out.
If she kept spacing out at a time like this, she’d definitely be courting death!
Clatter.
The twin blades were thrown far away.
That fierce, battle-ready war goddess aura from moments ago vanished instantly.
In its place was a small maid with reddened eyes—pitiful, delicate, and helpless.
“Wuwuwu… Master~”
Lilia practically scrambled and crawled forward.
Without the slightest hesitation, she performed a perfect flying pounce into a sliding kneel, accurately hugging Hera’s long leg.
“You finally came! Lilia was scared to death!”
“You have no idea how terrifying that pervert was!”
She buried her face against Hera, rubbing frantically, her voice sweet enough to give a diabetic an amputation on the spot.
“He not only wanted to kill me, he even threatened me!”
“He said he’d send ten thousand assassins after me and turn me into grilled meat skewers!”
“I already told him I’m Lady Hera’s personal maid, your most beloved little pet, and he still dared to attack!”
“That wasn’t just slapping my face—that was clearly slapping yours, Master!”
While wailing exaggeratedly, Lilia secretly opened one eye to observe Hera’s expression.
This whole combo of embellishment and instigation was her life-saving secret technique developed since taking the job.
Hera looked down at the human-shaped pendant clinging to her leg.
A trace of helplessness—and indulgence she herself didn’t even notice—flashed through her otherwise cold eyes.
This little thing.
Where had that ruthless edge gone when she was just fighting with a blade?
Now she knew how to act weak.
However…
what that trash said earlier was indeed unpleasant.
Hera narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing within her golden pupils.
Tribunal, assassination orders—
threatening her people on her territory?
“Enough. Stop rubbing.”
Hera extended a finger, pressing against Lilia’s forehead with visible disdain, pushing her slightly away from her leg.
“You stink all over. Filthy to death.”
Though she said that, she didn’t actually kick Lilia away.