Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 270 The Witch of the Father of the Serpent?

Even after the two returned to the center of the village, the warship in the clouds did not continue to descend, but remained silently suspended in the clouds.

Because of the colossal object in the clouds, many villagers emerged from their homes, men, women, and children of all ages. The older ones mostly had calm faces, not finding it strange, while the younger ones, even children not taller than waist-high, had bewildered faces filled with novelty and excitement. For these children who were born and raised here, the "human world beyond the sky" held immense appeal.

When Hasegawa Dan'ei returned to the village, several relatively elderly people came forward and surrounded her.

"Miko-sama..."

Unlike the others, they seemed to know more, whispering something to the girl and occasionally looking up at the warship above them, their worry and even vigilance barely discernible.

The girl glanced at Morogara instinctively, then whispered something.

Morogara ignored their conversation. Although no one could keep a secret from a psionic warrior without protection, he wasn't going to. There was no need.

After a brief conversation with the elderly, the girl walked up to the psionic warrior and whispered.

"Because of the dark energy surrounding the Father of the Serpent, the Empire's ships won't land here. I'll contact them using a communicator later, and then the fleet will teleport us into the ship. What do you think?"

Morogara simply nodded.

Then, on a round altar in the center of the village, the girl inserted the spaceship communicator hanging around her neck into a stone slot, and a holographic screen popped up. The girl operated it skillfully, and in just a few breaths, a beam of light several meters in diameter descended from below the spaceship, pointing straight at the round altar.

"let's go."

The girl stood within the pillar of light, extending her hand to Morogara, gesturing for him to enter with her. At that moment, an aged voice rang out.

"My lady, please be careful in everything you do."

The girl turned her head and saw one of the elderly men placing his hand on his chest and leaning down to speak.

She flashed a bright smile and said cheerfully.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Then, in a burst of bright light, the two figures disappeared from the spot along with the beam of light.

The old man, who had been bending over, straightened up and looked at the spaceship above him with a wary gaze.

……

After recovering from the brief discomfort, what appeared before Morogaro was the pristine white interior of the spaceship and a virtual projection of a man.

"Greetings from the Commander of the First Fleet of the Fourth Interstellar Force of the Empire, Your Excellency, a demigod of the old era."

The man bowed down and addressed Muragara with utmost humility.

Morogaro frowned slightly. In the era of the Second Republic, although psionic warriors were highly respected and even privately referred to as demigods, they were treated equally with other citizens. He had never seen anyone treat him with such an attitude.

It seems that many things I was unaware of did indeed happen after the Second Republic dissolved...

While his mind raced with thoughts, Morogara simply nodded on the surface.

After speaking, the man glanced at the girl beside him. Unlike his respectful attitude towards Muragara, he looked at the girl and sneered, his expression full of contempt.

"Oh, and there's a baby snake too."

The girl bit her lower lip, her face turning red.

"Who are you calling a snake cub!"

“Snake cub, finding the demigod is a great achievement. In the Rimworld, that would be enough for you to live a comfortable life for the rest of your days. But here, I can grant you some of your requests for supplies. Isn't that what you want anyway?”

With a sneer, the man ignored the girl and instead looked at Morogara respectfully.

“Your Majesty, a demigod, you should not be associating with these depraved serpents. The Empire desperately needs your power.”

The man's attitude was very sincere.

But Morogara did not answer. Instead, he stood silently with his hands clasped together and then said in a deep voice.

"I'm a little curious, what do you mean by 'snake cubs'?"

The man bowed again, speaking humbly.

"According to our records, Your Majesty the Demigod, whose name is Morogalo, you received a special order from the former Republic in Galactic Calendar 20163 to be part of the first advance team to explore the World Eater. At that time, the term 'snake cubs' did not exist. In that case, please allow me to presume to explain it to you. 'Snake cubs' is the name given to those who have sided with the World Eater. The woman beside you, and indeed everyone in this settlement, are all fallen..."

"nonsense!"

Before the man could finish speaking, the girl couldn't help but interrupt and retort.

Her face was filled with anger.

It was a scene that Morogara had never seen before. The girl who had always been smiling was now furious, her fists clenched and her knuckles white, as if those words had touched a vulnerable spot in her heart.

“We, our ancestors, have been guarding this place for generations, following orders, for two thousand years without interruption. You are but a temporary visitor, more fleeting than morning dew. How dare you tarnish our dignity!”

The girl's eyes glistened slightly as she tried her best to refute him, her voice becoming high-pitched from the excessive force.

However, the man just watched coldly.

"Snake cubs, don't think that just because there's dark energy blocking the way, the Empire is completely unaware of what's happening here. You worship monsters as gods, venerate the father of snakes, and worship the daughter of monsters as your saviors. Your ancestors may have been heroes of humanity, but now, this place is the lair of cultists. Stop pretending and wipe away your tears, witch of the father of snakes."

The girl was pale, wanting to explain but not knowing where to begin.

Suddenly, she looked at Morogara for help.

“Morogara, you must believe me. We do have the custom of sacrifice, but we sacrifice to this land beneath our feet, not to the father of the serpent. We have always lived here and do know many things that outsiders do not know, but we are definitely not the fallen.”

The girl spoke earnestly, and she seemed to subconsciously believe that Muragara would trust her.

But the man beside him said something.

“Your Majesty, you should stay away from these fallen ones. Their lies are not worth listening to.”

Both sides tried desperately to convince Morogaro, but Morogaro simply stood there with his hands clasped, saying nothing. His eyes, radiating an eerie light, made it impossible to discern his thoughts. He could sense that the man wasn't lying, and that there were strange things about the girl and even the village—perhaps this was why the girl was considered a fallen person by the Third Reich. But the girl wasn't lying either; her words were sincere and without falsehood.

The girl turned her head to look at the image of the man beside her, her chest heaving slightly, her face flushed red. Suddenly, she screamed.

"You are the liars! You have deceived everyone, deceived history, and stolen the property of the Republic. You are the big liars."

"Don't think we know nothing. Our ancestors recorded everything clearly. Those psionic masters altered history, destroyed the Second Republic, and stole the glory that belonged to all humanity! You are the liars! You are all liars..."

"You bastard! How dare you slander the prophet!"

Before the girl could finish speaking, the man flew into a rage.

In an instant, billions of laser beams surged out from all directions, shooting straight at the girl. These powerful photon beams, strong enough to penetrate the outer shell of the spaceship, could completely obliterate the girl. The girl couldn't even react to this attack speed, which was measured in Planck time.

But just then...

In an instant, invisible fragments of space surrounded the girl. The beams of light that passed through the fragments of space lost their way in the chaotic space, either shooting towards the ship's walls or colliding with each other, creating a strange brilliance. No light could truly get close to the girl.

"I can't pretend I didn't hear those words."

At the same time, Muragara's voice rang out.

All of this happened so fast that the girl couldn't even react. She only saw a sudden flash before her eyes, followed by a burst of dazzling light and numerous holes piercing the ship's walls.

After blinking, the girl belatedly realized that she seemed to have just brushed with death.

"scare!"

The girl screamed as she realized what was happening, then hurriedly hid behind Morogaro, only peeking out half of her head to look at the image of the man in front of her.

"Despicable! Shameless..."

Hiding behind Morogara, the girl poked her head out and shouted at the image.

The man looked at the girl with a gloomy expression, then took a deep breath and pleaded earnestly with Morogara.

“Your Majesty, demigod, please do not believe the words of such a fallen being. Please come back with me. Your teacher, the prophet Husoluan, is also waiting for your return.”

teacher……

Morogalo fell silent. Every psionic warrior had been taught by a psionic master, and Morogalo himself had been a student of Husoluan.

Although I have many doubts, a teacher I've known for hundreds of years is far more trustworthy than someone I've only known for a few days, right? Perhaps I should go and ask the teacher first...

Morogara nodded; clearly, there was no need to think about what to do.

Upon seeing this, a smile appeared on the man's face.

"Let's go back."

The psionic warrior calmly addressed the girl beside him, then turned and walked away in the opposite direction.

The man's smile froze.

"Wait! Your Majesty, demigod, have I done something wrong? Why do you believe that snake cub?!"

The man called out hurriedly.

The psionic warrior didn't stop; his figure disappeared along with the girl, leaving behind only a message.

“Go tell the teacher that the students are already capable of choosing their own paths and do not need the teacher’s guidance.”

……

Once back on the round platform, the girl's face showed a hint of hesitation.

"I...I messed up your business."

She said weakly.

"Why do you say that."

The psionic warrior looked around and said calmly.

The girl covered her head and mumbled.

"Think about it, your teacher is the empire's prophet, and you're a demigod in the empire. If you went back, you'd definitely be doing well, right? But I got angry and... Actually, what I said was just my ancestor's guess, and even he wasn't entirely sure. Maybe he was wrong. You don't need to believe what I'm saying at all..."

"Didn't you tell me to trust you?"

The psionic warrior suddenly turned his head and said calmly.

Faced with his words, the girl looked stunned and embarrassed.

"Are you... are you an idiot? You believe me just because I'm telling you? What if I'm lying to you?"

The psionic warrior simply watched her silently until his gaze made the girl lower her head and murmur, then he slowly spoke.

“You don’t need to blame yourself. After all, I am a psionic warrior of the Second Republic, not a demigod of this Third Reich. My mission is to investigate the secrets of the World Eater; other matters are none of my concern.”

Although they were unexpectedly transported to this world two thousand years in the future, the psionic warriors have no intention of giving up their mission.

Within this small world, spanning only a few thousand miles, he could use it as a base and then delve deeper into the secrets step by step. As he said, although the Second Republic he served no longer existed, it did not mean that he had to serve this Third Reich, especially since this Third Reich had some kind of unclean suspicions.

only……

The psionic warrior remained silent, still unable to understand what role the psionic masters, including his teacher, were playing in all of this.

"Teachers, what are you thinking?"

(End of this chapter)