Do you all know the future?

Chapter 129 Flame
"Cough cough..."

Diane coughed violently, spitting out golden blood as she trembled. Even after treatment, the internal bruising caused by the vines still remained.

"Prince An, let me treat you first..."

Diane's cough caught Loran's attention. After checking the distance and making sure they were far from the palace, he slowly put Diane down.

"Cough cough... Just give me some water to rinse my mouth first..."

There were no serious injuries, and any that were there have healed. The demigod's healing magic can easily treat external and internal injuries, but the strong smell of blood is unpleasant.

"Yes, yes, Prince An, please sit down..."

"vomit……"

The bloodstains of the holy blood were washed away with clean water, and the spiritual substance fell to the ground, displaying a brilliant golden color.

"You stupid idiot..."

Looking at the giant tree in the distance, Diane cursed angrily.

"Calm down, calm down..."

Lorraine smiled wryly, knowing who Diane was referring to.

"He's a complete idiot. His wife cheated on him, and instead of getting angry at his wife, he came after me!"

Diane was furious, saying that the God of Life had a robber's logic; he hadn't done anything, yet he had seduced the God of Life's wife.

"Ah, Prince An, you slept with Her Majesty the Moon Goddess?"

Loran looked at Diane with admiration. He knew Diane was amazing, but he didn't know she was so amazing that she even slept with the gods.

Little did he know that Diane's first love was with a god, a woman who haunted the dreams of all the gods.

"Of course not, I refused. I don't understand why the victim hates me even though I've been so considerate of their feelings!"

He never complains when he gets his share of the meat, but the problem is that even though he acts like a gentleman, the victim still comes knocking on his door.

"Refused?"

Loran stared wide-eyed at Diane, looking at her in disbelief. How could Diane refuse such a beautiful goddess as the Moon Goddess?
“Yes, she wants me to be her servant god and her lover at the same time. How could I possibly agree to that? I want to be the god of the Lord, not the servant god of the moon goddess.”

Diane had only two attitudes toward the Moon Goddess: death or firearms. She had no other choice and never thought of playing any adultery games with her.

“If I hadn’t refused, I would have already slept with his wife. I never expected that the God of Life would still be dissatisfied. I don’t even know what I did wrong to him.”

Diane has no burden. She doesn't want to eat the moon goddess's flattery. The moon goddess is just as good-looking as the head maid. Does she think she can test Diane with that? Does she even understand feelings?

"Prince An's ambition is truly lofty; the god of life is truly incomprehensible!"

Loran was speechless. The god of life repaid kindness with enmity. Diane had rejected him, yet he still tried to kill her, and with deadly intent.

Thinking about the selection criteria Diane gave to her followers, without any dreams, a follower cannot be a believer at all.

"Yes, he's erratic, which is why I said he's seriously ill and hopes to be killed by someone soon. You can't communicate with a madman."

Diane complained that the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She felt humiliated and now all she could think about was killing.

It's best to send the God of Life now, otherwise Diane will make him send it later.

"Yes, yes, but is this demigod capable of defeating the God of Life?"

Lorraine also thought it was outrageous, but the main point was that he would curse whoever Diane cursed.

"I don't know. Even though this demigod saved me, I don't really know his strength. I can only pray. I also wonder how Margaret is doing. She hasn't come back for so long. Is she trapped?"

Diane was slightly worried. Having a mysterious connection with the head maid, Diane could sense that the head maid's life force was very active. The fact that she hadn't returned could only mean that the head maid was being held captive.

"Sigh, we can only believe that Lady Margarita has descended from the heavens. If it is the Lord, then we should have a chance of winning."

Loran, on the other hand, was quite optimistic. After all, compared to the despair of his previous life, he now vaguely sensed a chance of winning.

"It's like a divine intervention, otherwise you wouldn't have lasted so long. How did you suddenly appear? Weren't you out having fun with those girls?"

Diane changed the subject, not wanting to discuss the divine intervention. She glanced at Loran, who, after giving up on Moria, had become a true Tudor man.

"Yes, I had just finished having fun when I noticed the moon had turned red. So, following my experience from my previous life, I hid and waited for an opportunity. Finally, I managed to rescue Prince An."

Lorraine nodded shyly, somewhat afraid that Diane would criticize him for neglecting his duties. After all, Diane was a Tudor nobleman who only cared about finding women she liked.

"I really have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be finished."

Diane would express her gratitude, and Lorraine smiled happily again.

"If I can protect Prince An, even just once, it would be enough. I had so many regrets in my past life, and I will do my best to make up for it this time."

Loran solemnly promised that he was stronger in this life than in the last, much stronger.

"No, no, we should help each other. Where should we go next?"

Diane thought for a moment and decided to stay away from the conflict. The palace and the cathedral were both fighting, and getting involved would affect everyone.

Diane had already realized that he was the target of these people, so he didn't want to get close to these places, lest a fight break out and he be used as a soldier.

"We don't need to save Mom for now. We don't need her for the demigod battle. Let's think about what higher-level powers we have."

I can't believe it, I just can't think of any other place where I can go and find protection.

"You don't need to go anywhere, just die here."

The figure that emerged from the shadows was still Moria, but her posture and clothes were twisted like a doll polluted by a broken sewer, and she reeked of all sorts of stench and filth.

Her face wore a stiff, exaggerated smile, her mouth stretching almost to her ears, and her eyes were empty, devoid of any human emotion.

What's even more chilling is her right hand. What should have been a slender, fair hand has completely disappeared, replaced by a large, fleshy mouth filled with sharp teeth that keeps opening and closing.

The wet, slippery tongue swirled between the teeth, making a sticky "smacking" sound, and saliva dripped from the corners of the mouth to the ground, corroding and producing wisps of blue smoke.

"We meet again, Loran, and Prince An!"

The mouth growing on the arm emitted overlapping, distorted sounds, like countless voices shrieking simultaneously, leaving one's mind blank, nauseous, yet still recognizable as Moria's voice.

"Molia, you, you..."

Faced with such a horrific sight, Loran did not back down, perhaps because he had seen far more bizarre scenes and they had become commonplace for him.

He simply hadn't expected that Moria, who was always vain, had a refined taste, and considered herself a high-ranking noblewoman, would become so filthy and disgusting. "Surprised? I've come to kill you, Duke Stuart."

While others targeted Diane, Moria's target was Loran. Learning from her previous experience, she took advantage of Loran's momentary lapse in concentration and launched a direct attack.

The terrifying, gigantic maw and arm, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, lunged at Loran with a foul stench. Fortunately, Loran was quick-witted and, just before it snapped its jaws shut, ducked down and rolled to the side.

His instinctive reaction saved Loran's life; a simple yet effective move allowed him to dodge to the other side.

"Crack!"

Her sharp teeth clenched together fiercely, producing a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound, sparks flying everywhere. She missed, biting into the street lamp behind Loran, instantly tearing off a large chunk of the hard iron pipe.

Taking advantage of the moment when her attack missed, Loran also became fierce and launched a counterattack, thrusting the light spear fiercely towards Moria.

A dazzling golden spear of light shot out from the side, striking Moria precisely on the shoulder of the arm holding the giant maw.

"laugh--!"

Golden light, like boiling oil poured onto snow, exploded on her shoulder, scorching a patch of blackened skin. Thick black smoke rose from it, accompanied by a piercing shriek.

Paladins can now learn Holy Light spells. The head maid's Holy Light spells had left a deep impression on Loran, and after becoming a Paladin, Loran practiced diligently.

The giant mouth on the arm suddenly turned towards Loran, letting out an angry roar, but this time, its movements were noticeably delayed for a moment.

"You're asking for it, Loran. I'll devour you bit by bit, Loran..."

Moria is clearly in a state of madness. She is no longer just Moria; she is now a puppet of the evil god.

Like a true predator, she began to pursue Loran in this space, using extremely cunning attack methods.

The mouth on that arm no longer tried to bite Loran directly, but instead spat out corrosive saliva from various tricky angles from time to time.

The saliva hissed and emitted a puff of blue smoke as it fell to the ground, concealing a deadly poison that forced Loran to dodge and weave, searching for a foothold.

"Molia, you've gone mad! How could you transform yourself like this!"

Looking at Moria's appearance, Loran felt nauseous. The intense mental impact of the evil god would have caused him to fall into depravity if he hadn't experienced more of that in his previous life.

"It's all your fault! You didn't tell me about Diane, and you broke off our engagement. I only kissed Knicks, why can't you forgive me!"

Enraged, Moria roared and her attack suddenly accelerated. It was no longer just spitting saliva; Moria's other intact hand unleashed dark magic, launching a double attack.

"You slut, how dare you say that? You dare say you ever loved me?"

Loran was also at the red-hot level. If he hadn't been unable to defeat Jasmine, he would have already euthanized this woman.

"Just because you don't love me, does that mean you can treat me like this? I've finally found my chance. Today I'm going to torture you properly and make you taste the humiliation I've endured."

Why don't you like me?

"You know perfectly well that Diane is of Holy Blood!"

"What right do you have to call off the engagement?!"

"..."

Diane could tell that Jasmine was playing games, like a cat that, after catching a mouse, doesn't rush to bite but enjoys the thrill of its prey struggling in its claws. In her words, Loran was a heartless man.

The giant mouth suddenly lunged at Loran, its blood-red maw wide open, its foul-smelling saliva almost touching Loran's nose, which Loran barely managed to dodge.

Magic blocked Loran's escape route, and Loran seemed to be pushed further and further away from Diane. Loran also did not want to involve Diane.

"Loran, with my holy blood!"

Diane, who was watching the battle, suddenly noticed that Moria's corrosive liquid attack disappeared after touching the blood she was wiping her mouth. Diane suddenly realized what was happening and reminded Loran.

However, Loran and Diane had already separated. Loran was able to move, but his attacks were not very effective; the power of the Holy Light spell only caused damage to Moria.

Diane discovered that her blood could inflict fatal damage on cultists, but the problem was that she was currently completely limp.

Seeing the critical situation, Diane had no choice but to stand up shakily and forcefully push her spiritual power forward. Diane couldn't care less about anything else and rushed straight towards Moria.

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

The spells that came at her were blocked by the magical barrier on Diane's body, and the dark magic was neutralized by Diane, who was covered in blood.

Moria, who had been easily toying with her prey, panicked. Diane posed a great threat to her. However, Moria lost her agility due to her long arms attacking, and she quickly withdrew her long arms. The rich spiritual energy emanating from Diane was about to overflow.

"puff……"

Diane spat out a mouthful of golden blood. Moria, who had retracted her long arms and large mouth, reacted quickly. In a flash, she moved to another location, but she was still grazed by Diane's blood.

The giant maw on Moria's arm let out a shriek, its voice filled with the rage of being hit where it hurt. Smoke rose from its deformed body, but it wasn't the poisonous smoke from before; instead, it was non-toxic white smoke.

"you wanna die!"

It went completely berserk. The controlled Moria let out a roar that was not human. The giant mouth on its arm opened wildly, even exceeding the limits of physics. Rings of blood-red energy began to gather around it, and the surrounding air became viscous and oppressive.

The rubble and iron fragments on the ground began to tremble slightly, floated up, and were then drawn into the energy vortex, instantly turning into dust.

The target was Diane, who had rushed over and collapsed to the ground after vomiting blood. Lorraine was finally able to reach Diane's side, and he tore off the blood-stained strips of cloth that had been stained with her blood.

It's unclear whether this energy will destroy Diane or submit to her holy blood, but Loran wants to seize this opportunity.

The crimson energy converged to its peak, forming a heart-pounding, high-speed rotating energy sphere, just as Moria was about to launch it.

Loran charged forward bravely, his light gun enhanced by the blood-stained strips of cloth, and thrust it fiercely into Moria's chest. Once she was dead, the attack would cease.

However, a gaping maw, like a black hole, sprouted from Moria's chest, which seemed to want to swallow not only the Holy Light Gun but also Loran whole.

Loran realized he had fallen into a trap. Moria's attack was useless against Diane; it was just a ploy to lure him into a trap.

Loran could see Moria's sinister smile. Her target had always been Loran. Her boring and selfish desire for revenge was all directed at Loran.

"Pfft..."

A longsword emerged from the mouth in Moria's chest, and the powerful barrier of the sword repelled Loran, who was about to enter the mouth.

"No, I, why..."

Moria's smug face froze, then lost its luster, and flames erupted from her body.

Queen Fafia kicked her to the ground and withdrew the flaming sword from her hand.

(End of this chapter)