Chapter 1642: Chapter 324: The End of the Old Era (Part 2)
Luckily…
In a certain sense, things indeed happened this way.
When the Water Fragment in Sherlock’s hand suddenly disappeared, he instantly knew something was wrong—not only had he lost the authority to create unlimited water. More importantly, this meant the arrival of the Geometric Celestial Marshal!
Immediately after, there were continuous reports of Celestial Marshals falling and the shifts in Pillar Gods.
Sherlock had no idea what tricks that Fox had pulled… but he knew that Aiwass had never let him down.
The Abyssal Celestial Envoy was indeed defeated, and even the Geometric Celestial Marshal, summoned at some unknown time, was also defeated. From that Fox’s cunning nature, this was probably his strategy of setting a tiger against a wolf.
Sherlock let out a sigh of relief, leaning wearily against a statue, murmuring softly:
“It’s finally over.”
“—It’s over.”
At this moment, in Rock Cellar City, Ligeia also sighed, “The Celestial Marshall is dead, the Pillar God has shifted… Aiwass, that boy… is truly remarkable.”
Ligeia was beside Isabel.
Unlike Sherlock, her tasks went exceptionally smoothly.
The Avianfolk held an extremely high regard for this “only winged one in this world.”
It was completely unnoticeable that they were known for being “stubborn, savage, and conservative,” they listened like pet dogs. There was not even any tug-of-war among them, nor did they doubt anything Ligeia said, they completely trusted her every word.
Even among blood relatives, trust would never be this high!
And even when they learned that Ligeia had temporarily lost her extraordinary power, they did not think to imprison, detain, or control her. Instead, they very thoughtfully escorted her along the way, vigilant in three shifts, ensuring that no one could suddenly approach Ligeia.
This sense of tribal consciousness was even higher than the recognition within the Avianfolk themselves!
Avianfolk might attack and bully other Avianfolk, yet upon first contact, they had a hundred percent trust in Ligeia.
It’s as if… though their race had deteriorated due to the fall of The Sun, the imprint of the Winged Ones was still engraved deep in their bloodline.
Of course, it is possible that the elements Ligeia used to construct her Winged One’s body included a part of the Fallen Celestial Marshal—having once been the King of the Winged, it was only natural for him to have a natural leadership ability over the tribe.
Isabel, meanwhile, just gazed quietly out the window, saying nothing, with only the sudden relaxation of her hands revealing her state of mind.
Ligeia looked at Isabel, teasingly said, “What’s the matter, still worried about the boy’s safety? I think he’s definitely fine—he always emerges from miracles. Maybe he himself is the one who brings about miracles.”
After all, she had watched Isabel grow up, and now counted as her most important elder… Compared to Isabel’s father, who now acts like a cat in the Royal Palace, or her mother who left no impression in her heart, it was Ligeia, who was once Meg, whom Isabel was closer to, more like an elder.
“I trust him completely.”
On Isabel’s long face that had been expressionless for a long time, a gentle and determined smile finally reappeared.
She looked at the eastern Sun, at the azure sky cleared of Dark Clouds, and answered with focus: “He will definitely be fine… even when facing a Celestial Marshal, facing a Pillar God, he will definitely triumph.”
“…so confident?”
Ligeia was somewhat surprised.
“No. It’s not confidence.”
Isabel turned back, looking earnestly at the elder, “I’ve already made up my mind. If Aiwass returns to the Dream Realm, I wouldn’t let him wait too long—no matter where he wants to go, I will follow shortly.”
“Hey hey, don’t say such inauspicious things…”
That statement almost scared Ligeia to her feet: “How bad would it be if the children heard that—”
She hadn’t expected that the little princess from back then, in less than a year, had already grown into a Queen who could calmly speak of “following shortly.”
“…truly remarkable,” Ligeia could only try to divert Isabel’s attention, genuinely fearing that Isabel might mishear a word and emphatically slit her wrist, “Though when I first met Aiwass, I knew the child was bound for greatness. But who knew, even before you gave birth to children, he had already grown to the extent of challenging a Pillar God…”
“The Path of Unity is always better than the War Path.”
Isabel softly asked, “Do you still feel upset now?”
“Haha, it’s all good now!”
Ligeia laughed heartily: “Though I don’t know who the new Pillar God is, the person is quite benevolent. Before, the Red Calamity invited me, which I refused. So the Red Dragon directly erased the Strength that the Crown Lord granted me.”
—Not long ago, the Dragon Blood Edict that Ligeia had been proud of was thus sealed by the Red Dragon.
And now, with the Red Dragon’s rule collapsing once more and the new Pillar God ascending, Ligeia was surprised to find… her Dragon Blood Order Curse not only restored but became even more powerful!
“So I believe, maybe the Crown Lord isn’t dead. And there must be some connection with the new Pillar God…”
While Ligeia chatted with the smiling Isabel, Lily felt that she was finally reaching her limit.
From the moment the Grey Celestial Marshal died, the Gray Hole was about to collapse.
But Lily realized that the battle probably wasn’t over yet—at that time, the fight had just begun when the Grey Celestial Marshal’s domain collapsed.