Chapter 446: Doomsday Supporters
Snap!
The white-haired little girl fell flat on the ground, her legs tangled in the jump rope, tears welling up from the pain. Ashe stifled a laugh as he moved to help Lise to the side and tend to her injuries. “I’ve never seen anyone mess up a jump rope so badly before. Does it hurt that much?”
Lise silently nestled in his arms, her body trembling slightly. Ashe glanced at the Sea Witches, thinking that while these Sirens weren’t exactly ugly, they didn’t quite match the image of Mermaids. At least Mermaids shouldn’t have serrated teeth and bloodshot pupils. It was natural for kids to be scared…
As it happened, Ashe didn’t care much for exercise either, so he used the excuse of looking after the child to slack off. The Sea Witches glanced at the pair, thinking that although they knew the Demon Lord, Purple Moth, Rust Crow, and Ghost King would be present, they couldn’t tell who was who. After all, everyone at the Funeral wore cloaks and masks, so the Sea Witches assumed the duo might just be the token mascots in the Doomsday crew.
Annan also shifted her gaze away from Ashe and Lise, looking at Helephes, and shook her head slowly. “Impossible.”
“The Yisuo Princess has always been the Yisuo Royal Family’s biggest secret, even more important than the Empress herself. This is the foundation upon which the Yisuo Dynasty has held the First Gospel for over five hundred years, and it is the Omniscient Weaver’s greatest favoritism.”
“Before the Empress transitions, no one outside can know anything about the Yisuo Princess-her appearance, age, size, hobbies, or even residence. If someone could obtain intelligence about the Yisuo Princess, there would undoubtedly be those who would try to ‘replicate’ a princess to seize the First Gospel and the Divine Sovereign’s Wish.”
“Exactly,” Helephes nodded. “Throughout the year 1668 of the Gospel, every change of dynasty originated from the transfer of the First Gospel. Whether it was the flourishing Elven Dynasty, the five-generation Dragonborn Dynasty, or the Emberflame Dynasty with countless ruins… Every time a ruler diverged from the First Gospel, the downfall of their dynasty was inevitable. Conversely, only by aligning with the First Gospel could they hope for the dynasty’s continuation.”
“Although historical records are heavily fragmented, the traditions of the Mermaids tell us that past dynasties couldn’t directly ‘create’ the First Gospel. Back then, the First Gospel might have been the daughter of a merchant, a noblewoman, the descendant of a spellcaster, or even a disabled beggar or a born slave… But regardless of her origin, once she became the First Gospel, her will determined the fate of the Gospel.”