Help! The Villainess Trapped in the Beast World's Drama!-Chapter 554 - 522: A Son’s Words Are Most Persuasive
Before leaving, High Priest Lunus enveloped the entire Divine Hall with his power, isolating it from pollution and erosion.
Shen Tang patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief.
She had thought this journey held little hope, yet unexpectedly, it was so smooth!
She looked at the young man beside her, and couldn’t help but deeply sigh, "It’s true, when it comes to one’s own son, it really makes a difference～"
The attendants in the hall also heard the conversation and looked toward the noble and outstanding mermaid youth, feeling deep reverence in their hearts.
So this prince is the High Priest’s son.
The Young Priest whom they had never met.
Everyone laughed and echoed,
"Indeed, it was the prince’s skill that convinced the High Priest with just a few words."
"If it were anyone else, the High Priest would definitely ignore them, no, he probably wouldn’t even see them!"
"That’s right, over the years, countless royals have sought to meet the High Priest, only to be turned away."
"Your Majesty Shen Tang, Prince Jia Lan, here’s the specially reserved tea from the Divine Hall, please taste it."
Jia Lan picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking in the direction where Lunus had left, pondering: Perhaps it wasn’t quite like that.
He felt the High Priest simply needed a reason.
And he just happened to provide that reason.
...
The Sea Country Palace was surrounded layer upon layer, impenetrable.
A large number of rebels, armed with knives and guns, encircled the intruders.
They gazed at the tall, golden-haired man with fear on their faces, their bodies trembling uncontrollably—a natural fear of a strong individual flowing in their blood!
Lunus didn’t spare them a glance, striding toward the palace. His thin lips opened slightly, his gaze calm and filled with the indifference of a superior,
"Those who block my path today, shall die."
With each of his steps, the rebels parted like Moses dividing the sea, not one dared approach.
The leading Tenth Rank Beastmen broke out in a cold sweat, their faces extremely grim, shouting, "Everyone attack! Kill him!"
Thousands upon thousands of beastmen surged forward, filled with killing intent, each move deadly.
Lunus’s expression remained unchanged, as he stepped down, a powerful superpower spread from him as the center! The entire realm was instantly frozen, countless beastmen turned into ice sculptures in an instant!
In that moment, even time seemed to stand still.
Soon after, Lunus lifted his fingertips—
A thunderous roar.
Countless ice sculptures shattered!
The whole sea area turned crimson, transformed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Those people never had a chance to resist, nor could they even witness their own deaths.
In a mere instant, the army was annihilated, leaving only a few Tenth Rank black-clad men stunned.
They clutched their weapons tightly, staring in shock at the golden-haired man approaching slowly, their bodies trembling involuntarily—what terrifying power is this? Who is this man?
Behind them lay a scarlet sea area filled with death and filth. The man’s sacred Divine Robe was unstained, every step he took was like a heavy blow to their hearts, nearly causing their weapons to slip from their grasp.
"We absolutely can’t let him into the palace! Kill him!" Their voices carried a tremor.
One of the Tenth Rank black-clad men attempted to sneak attack from behind.
Lunus glanced at him indifferently, then raised his fingertip, boom! The man instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
A streak of blood splashed onto his handsome, deep face, adding a touch of wickedness to his immaculate divinity, reminiscent of a saying: Behind the light, there must be shadow.
Light and darkness are always intricately intertwined.
Every Sea God High Priest, and the legendary Cursed Mermaid, share the same origin.
In this world, there is no eternal, flawless light.
The remaining beastmen and black-clad men were also dealt with by Lunus.
Throughout it all, his expression remained calm, showing neither aversion nor hatred, nor any joy in victory, his every move was a swift, life-taking attack, life and death to him seemed like mere trifles.
It was a madness hidden beneath tranquility.
Behind the man lay a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He killed through the blockade, stepping over countless white bones, single-handedly entering the deep palace, finding the sealed dungeon.
The dungeon was dark and damp, with four thick black chains standing upright in the central pillar, deeply embedded in all directions, binding a slender, beautiful figure.
No one would have thought that the noble and proud Sea Country Emperor would one day be imprisoned in such a sunken place.
Lunus’s gaze fell on the beautiful figure imprisoned.
Her hands were suspended above her head, her wrists bruised by sharp iron, the deep blue fishtail drooping to the ground, tightly bound by layers of chains.
Jialouluo bowed her head, her ink-blue curly hair hanging down, with faintly visible scars on her body, and a subtle trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
This Sea Country Emperor, born at the pinnacle, unparalleled in majesty, had become a captive of the rebels.
To her, this is a humiliation worse than death!
In the short few days, Jialouluo had wanted to take her own life countless times.
This was her royal dignity, the pride of the Sea King, absolutely cannot become a laughingstock!
Just as she was seeking an opportunity to end it, she suddenly heard wretched screams from outside the palace.
Then the dungeon door opened, a tall, slender figure walked in, the dim cell seemingly lit up, her cold and stiff blood gradually began to flow...
Jialouluo dazedly lifted her head, looking at the familiar yet strange figure, the usually aloof ground showing an astonished expression, as if in a dream.
No, not even in a dream would this scene appear.
The man, dressed in a magnificent Divine Robe, walked forward step by step, the hem unstained, pure as an ethereal being, seemingly above all worldly matters.
Yet, the colder and more aloof, indifferent to all things, the more she felt intrigued by him, unable to resist wanting to pull him down from his pedestal.
Back then, she was thus captivated...
Lunus walked up to Jialouluo, bowing respectfully, his voice as calm as casual greetings,
"Your Majesty, it’s the first time seeing you in such a sorry state."
Jialouluo heard the hidden detachment in his calm tone, this condescending attitude, her arms moved slightly, the sound of chains clinking filled the air.
She sneered self-mockingly, "What? Are you here to humiliate me as well? Or to avenge the past grudge?"
Her voice was weak and hoarse, starkly different from her usual pride, a side unseen by others.
Lunus did not answer, his slender fingers moved slightly, several cracks were heard, and the chains binding her broke in response.
He leaned down, lifting her horizontally into his embrace, turning to walk out of the palace.
Jialouluo stared blankly at the man’s jaw, filled with shock and disbelief—is he here to rescue her?
Lunus said, "Lan’er and his partner personally came to the Divine Hall to ask me."
"Your Majesty, you have a good son."
He said quietly, as if he was not in a hurry to explain, merely stating a calm fact.
Jialouluo’s eyes dimmed quickly.
She lowered her head with a bitter smile, should have known, why would Lunus come for her?
He held deep hatred for her, unwilling to see her for years. If not for their shared son, they might never have met again.
If by chance any rebels had survived, they would notice that the Sea God High Priest’s steps were slightly slower, his aura no longer carried the previous frenzy and coldness, becoming increasingly reserved and gentle, like the calm and boundless depths of the ocean.
Jialouluo also closed her eyes in silence.
She was too injured to struggle now, could only let Lunus carry her away.
Unfortunately, this rare calm that arrived so late did not last long.
Soon, more pursuers arrived, encircling the two, among them were those mysterious black-clad men and leading from the front, Sivall.
Sivall glared viciously at the two figures, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his sinister and fierce gaze like a serpent, wishing to tear the two apart alive!
In a fit of anger he laughed instead, clapping his hands, "After so many years, I’ve finally figured out who you are... turns out the one Jialouluo loves most is you!"
