BXBX NOVEL Chapter 984: Sacred Conversations
Chapter 984: Sacred Conversations
Orion chuckled slightly at Greta\'s words before turning his attention to the frightened goddess Ilse, who pressed against the wall at the edge of her bed, trembling as she fixed her eyes on him. The tension in the room seemed to thicken, but Orion remained composed.
He had already instructed Morphic Puppet not to engage until further notice.
"I admire your newfound confidence, Greta, but we\'re dealing with a goddess here. I\'m unsure if I, Morphic Shadow, or even Stronghold Leader Zogar combined could safely remove her from the barrier without any accident. Instead, you should return to the factory and update Seraphina and the others about the situation," Orion responded, his tone serious. Orion wasn\'t willing to risk his partner\'s safety out of overconfidence. He had even refrained from summoning Stronghold Leader Zogar, concerned that the goddess might harm him, endangering one of Paradise\'s most powerful powerhouse.
"I know--" Greta hesitated as if to say more, but she held back, sighing. "Okay, I understand. I\'ll go inform Seraphina and the others," she said with a nod, kissing him on the cheek before gathering her work items and swiftly leaving the room.
Once Greta had left, Orion immediately summoned the Crimson Greatsword and began to utilize the Divine Spectral Blade Art. The weapon floated vertically around him, lightning sparking along its length, enveloping it in a fierce bluish hue. He then commanded Morphic Puppet to meld with his skin, wrapping around his body like armour.
Orion hesitated briefly before summoning the mountain, extracting sixty Peusdo-Legendary artefacts ranging from swords to spears and myriad bladed weapons. Using the Divine Spectral Blade Art, all the weapons hovered in the air, pointing menacingly towards the frightened goddess, their forms crackling with fierce bluish streaks of lightning.
Over the past two days, Orion had surpassed the forty per cent threshold, mastering the art to about forty-three per cent. However, since the divine art allowed him to control as many weapons as his energy reserve could handle, he remained unsure of his limit, even after testing it with the 3,450 artefacts within the mountain.
The miniature mountain floated beside him, poised to release the remaining 3,450 artefacts if anything were to go awry.
With sixty Peusdo-Legendary artefacts cloaked in fierce bluish lightning and his scaly armour gleaming with inky black pressure, Orion resembled a war god, ready to hold an enemy at bay.
Witnessing this scene, the already frightened goddess widened her eyes with fear and confusion. The pressure in the room intensified, bearing down on Orion\'s shoulders until it was dispersed by Morphic Puppet, rapidly draining his Vylkr energy reserves.
Despite the heavy enchantments protecting the house, it began to tremble faintly.
"At this rate, you\'re going to scare her into taking action," Aerialia remarked, shaking her head. Sometimes, she wished Orion would approach these situations with less caution, but given his dealings with the gods, she couldn\'t fault him.
"Why don\'t I try talking to her? It doesn\'t seem like she\'s capable of responding to your questions," Aerialia suggested, noting the goddess\'s disoriented state.
"Okay," Orion agreed with a nod. He understood that Aerialia, being a goddess herself, might be the only person capable of communicating with Ilse.
Aerialia nodded, floating towards Ilse but stopping at a respectful distance. "I\'ve been waiting to speak with you since you awakened, hoping I could finally converse with another goddess. However, it seems you fear a mortal and are confused about what\'s happening. This leads me to suggest are you perhaps a part of goddess Ilse\'s divine soul that remained?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the young woman, whose eyes widened with each word.
The room fell silent, filled only with the crackling of fierce bluish lightning.
A crisp, feminine voice suddenly pierced the silence.
"Are... are you really also a goddess?" Ilse\'s voice quivered, her trembling gaze fixed on Aerialia.
Aerialia nodded firmly, her voice steady despite the situation. "I am Goddess Aerialia, the Goddess of the Hunting Moon. Even though I\'ve been reduced to this form, it doesn\'t diminish my status as a goddess. Now, can you answer my question?"
Upon hearing Aerialia\'s declaration, Ilse trembled and glanced nervously at Orion and the Crimson Greatsword floating beside him, sensing the threatening aura of the weapon. She quickly redirected her gaze back to Aerialia and shook her head.
It was evident to anyone observing that Ilse could not speak freely with Orion in the room. "It\'s best to wait outside and let me handle this. Being a goddess myself, she might be more willing to open up to me," Aerialia suggested, turning her attention towards Orion.
"And take your weapons with you," she added, gesturing to the lightning-coated bladed artefacts filling the air.
Orion hesitated briefly before nodding in understanding. "Be careful," he replied. With a gesture, he summoned all the artefacts back into the miniature mountain and turned his attention to Ilse, who flinched under his gaze.
He then left the room, the Crimson Greatsword following him in the air. Although he wanted to be present during the questioning, he realized it was best to leave matters regarding the divine to Aerialia. He trusted she would explain everything once she gathered all the necessary information.
Nevertheless, aware of the possibility that the goddess might be crafty and seeking to deceive them, Orion remained vigilant.
He tightened his grip on the Crimson greatsword and released all the 3,450 artefacts into the air, and they hovered around him, enveloping the sky with their presence and coating them with bluish lightning. Their focus was fixed on Ilse\'s magical signature within the building, ready to react if it was a trap.
Despite understanding that this might align with Aegis of the Arctic Deity\'s intentions, Orion preferred to remain cautious and vigilant rather than hopeful and complacent in the presence of a divine being whose intentions were uncertain.
Orion would never underestimate such beings, especially after the shocking phenomenon caused by her resurrection.