Do you all know the future?

Chapter 134 The arrival of gods
The head maid's trust in Diane was never based on blind faith, nor did she naively believe that a lineage of so-called "holy blood" could be a get-out-of-jail-free card.

In a game of chess where gods are all around, any侥幸心理 (a sense of侥幸, or a belief that one can get away with something) is the most deadly poison. She knew this better than anyone else, and she also knew that swords have no eyes, and what if Diane were to run into one?

Given the perilous situation, a classic case of divine intervention, how could the head maid not have any means to ensure her safety?

Her fingers gently brushed across Diane's pale but steadily breathing cheek, an invisible connection flowing between them, and she could sense Diane's impending death.

This connection stems from their symbiotic soul bond. Long before she became a demigod and chose divine blessing, she abandoned those divine spells that seemed to increase offensive or defensive capabilities, and instead staked everything on the laws of spacetime.

She possesses the laws of space and time, so the blessing of becoming a demigod is spatial teleportation.

This was not the clumsy teleportation that ordinary mages could achieve with lengthy incantations and complex magic arrays, but a law and divine authority that allowed her to teleport to Diane's side whenever she wished.

This is her true source of confidence. Whenever she senses that Diane is about to die, she teleports to help her. It is because of this that she can calmly execute her plan, regardless of Diane's whereabouts, because she will eventually take action. In the material world, she is invincible.

As the Moon Goddess's temporary incarnation was reduced to ashes in the eerie flames, the spirit world was once again pierced by an invisible shriek.
This time, the sound was far more shrill and desperate than the last. It did not travel through the air or other mediums, but exploded directly in the hearts of every creature with a spirit world.

In the divine realm of the Moon Goddess, the crimson moon, representing the laws of the Moon Goddess, was forcibly torn open by an irresistible force, creating a huge gap.

Countless crimson fragments of the law fell like a meteor shower, and the disappearance of each fragment meant the permanent loss of a portion of the Moon Goddess's authority.

The moon was forcibly bound together by an unknown force, and the once round blood moon shrank, no longer as huge and oppressive as before.

The gods turned their gazes to the material world. The moon goddess's blood moon was damaged, and everything that had been covered was exposed. They freely projected their will directly onto this small battlefield.

The few demigods who remained at the scene turned deathly pale the moment they sensed the destruction of their main god. Their unspoken understanding reached its peak at that moment—to flee.

A demigod, his body ablaze with crimson moonlight, roared, and the moonlight around him blazed fiercely. An unstable but wide enough spatial rift to pass through was violently opened. It was a passage to the Spirit Realm. He didn't care where in the Spirit Realm he was going; he plunged into it without hesitation.

Another demigod, whose figure resembled a ghost, transformed into a flowing shadow and vanished without a sound, merging into the ground without a trace.

The remaining few also displayed their unique abilities, some transforming into streaks of light that pierced the sky, others detonating powerful artifacts to create chaos and take the opportunity to escape.

They ran faster than anyone else, without the slightest hesitation. The main god's divine war was lost, and she was left behind to be chopped up by the head maid. In just a few breaths, the battlefield, which had still retained some life, became completely silent.

The head maid had no time to chase after these small fry. She supported Diane's back with one hand and protected the back of his neck with the other, laying him flat and casting a healing spell.

Sensing the gaze of the gods, the head maid frowned and looked up. Her heterochromatic eyes swept unhappily over the gazes in the sky that represented the will of the chief god. Her gaze showed no retreat or awe, nor any hatred, only deep disdain.

"Cough cough..."

Diane coughed twice, the feeling of suffocation receding from her lungs like the receding tide, and the fresh and cold night wind rushed in, but each inhalation was accompanied by a burning pain, as if her throat was inflamed, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The Moon Goddess truly wanted to kill Diane, and she did so calmly but without mercy, intending to kill him in front of the head maid. Unfortunately, she didn't expect the head maid to be able to teleport.

Diane clung tightly to the head maid's warm embrace, her nostrils filled with the maid's unique scent, mixed with the taste of blood in her mouth, which made Diane feel an unprecedented sense of security. The feeling of relief after surviving a disaster washed over Diane's entire body, making her tremble slightly, feeling a sense of relief after surviving a calamity.

"we won?"

Diane watched as the crimson hue of the blood moon in the sky quickly faded, revealing its bright, clear silver light once more. The night sky was deep and clear, with a few remaining stars twinkling faintly again. The moon goddess had been defeated by the head maid.

"The moon goddess's plot has been thwarted."

The head maid gently embraced Diane, patting her back softly. Seeing Diane in this state, she felt guilty for not being able to protect her and for letting Diane suffer like this.

"But the threat has not been completely eliminated."

Holding Diana in her arms, she gazed toward the distant palace, sensing two powerful and oppressive divine forces, completely different from the Moon Goddess, surging and churning within her.

"We still haven't resolved the issue with the God of Life!"

The head maid thought of the palace, where the aura of the God of Life was still present, and she guessed that he was still fighting with the Great Mermaid. She had to go and help the Great Mermaid kill the God of Life.

"Then...then go quickly!"

Diane immediately snapped out of the relief of surviving the ordeal and was gripped by a new anxiety. She thought of Dean Isabella and Her Majesty the Queen, who might not have evacuated from the palace yet, and her heart clenched.

“I’m fine. Take me to Breeze Church. Mrs. Eve will protect me.”

As soon as Diane mentioned the church, a terrifying fluctuation emanated from the Breeze Church Cathedral.

A strange vibration originating from the air itself, which started as a gentle breeze that caressed my cheek, but in an instant, the breeze turned into a roaring storm.

Above the flat ground, the air currents formed a huge, visible vortex centered on the Breeze Church Cathedral.

Dust, scraps of paper, tattered flags—everything on the street was swept into the air, swirling and dancing wildly.

The usually solemn and majestic cathedral was now enveloped by a torrent of azure energy, radiating light that outlined its silhouette like a miracle, while wind chimes jingled.

An indescribable, soul-chilling pressure emanated from the direction of the church, its intensity comparable to the aura of the god of life in the distant palace.

That was neither the power of mortals nor the aura of ordinary deities, but a divine power that symbolized the might of nature.

A storm arose, and a powerful divine force of law was injected into it.

The Storm Goddess has awakened.

Diane looked completely bewildered, as did everyone else in the church.

Holy Bishop Drummond gazed at the Storm Goddess in the sky, six pairs of wings wielding a longsword, her eyes gleaming with divine light, and was filled with regret. Recalling what had happened, he wanted nothing more than to slap himself twice; how could he have been so wicked?

"Drummond, your end has come. Now that you're dead, your soul will no longer be tormented."

Holy Bishop Ortega's voice was like solid ice in the dead of winter, cold and resolute. He and the demigod Sera, who exuded a chilling aura, had completed their final encirclement, cutting off all of Drummond's escape routes.

The icy aura and wind blades in the air intertwined to form an invisible net that slowly tightened. The Moon Goddess had lost and had to pledge her loyalty to Diane.

Feeling the Moon Goddess's defeat as well, Drummond's face turned ashen in an instant as the Moon Goddess's domain retreated, but this was quickly replaced by a frenzied savagery. He panted heavily, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the approaching enemies, finally fixing their gaze on the two figures imprisoned by dark green vines at his feet.

Lottina and Lady Eve, his last and most important bargaining chips, were the hostages who had just allowed Holy Bishop Ortega and the demigod Sera to temporarily halt their offensive.

He wanted to use the two men as leverage again, but he was certain they wouldn't fall for it, because superhumans always believed in one principle: once you compromise, you'll compromise again; if you compromise the first time, you'll compromise the second time.

Drummond's mind raced. He couldn't escape, he couldn't escape. He had witnessed the head maid's speed before. It seemed that he had no choice but to wait for death. He accepted his fate with equanimity.

"No... If I die, you'll all go to hell with me!"

Unable to accept it, he screamed hoarsely and frantically, his voice distorted by the impending death, his kind face turning ferocious, and the divine power within him surged violently and unreservedly towards the vines beneath his feet.

"You forced me into this situation. Even if I die, I won't let you get away with it. You'll be punished by Prince An..."

These vines, imbued with all his power, would detonate, blasting the two women imprisoned within, along with everything around them, including himself, into the smallest specks of dust. He would take some people down with him even in death.

The expected earth-shattering explosion did not occur. Instead, a power far more powerful, familiar, and sacred than he had imagined erupted from the imprisoned Lottina's body.

"Om-"

A low, resonant sound, as if from a gentle breeze, spread out from Lotina's center. The dark green vines that intertwined to form a prison, the last vestiges of Drummond's madness, upon contact with this breeze, were like blades meeting paper, emitting a shrill "sizzle," quickly severing and shattering, finally turning into flying fragments of spiritual energy.

A dazzling cyan beam of light shot into the sky, tearing apart the desolate starry sky. Within the beam, Lotina's body slowly floated up, her eyes closed, her once smooth golden hair moving wildly without wind.

Behind her, the first pair of transparent wings, made of pure gale force, suddenly unfolded, and the resulting airflow instantly dispersed the smoke and blood on the battlefield.

Next came a second pair of wings woven from lightning, with purple-white electric snakes darting wildly between the wings, emitting deafening thunderous roars.

Finally, the third pair of wings was formed from the torrential rain, with deep blue water flowing in the air to create the outline of wings, bringing a wet and heavy sense of oppression.

Drummond froze on the spot, his crazed expression solidified, then shattered like a plaster mask, leaving only endless blankness and bewilderment.

He was still at the demigod level, but this level was like the head maid that the demigod who had just escaped did not want to face. There were different levels among demigods. Drummond, who was also a demigod, could not defeat the demigod in front of him. Moreover, his own laws were humming, and he was a follower of the Storm Goddess.

All his prized magic would be easily shattered before this divine power, because his laws were intertwined with the laws of the Storm Goddess.

As the azure light dissipated, the sky was completely dominated by dense thunderclouds and howling winds. Lottina, or rather, the Storm Goddess at this moment, hovered in mid-air.

You've disrupted my plans.

The Storm Goddess opened her eyes, her cold, empty, and majestic divinity pressing heavily upon Drummond.

Under that gaze, Drummond shuddered, a chill more profound than the fear of death welling up from the depths of his soul.

Endless regret, like the most turbulent tide, instantly overwhelmed his reason. Now his soul was guaranteed to suffer endless torment, and even a clean death was a luxury. Perhaps he could die a little cleaner if he didn't drag Lotina and the others down with him.

"I...I know I was wrong..."

The withered old man surrendered to the true god in the sky. He didn't even have the courage to look up and face him directly. He asked for nothing but a quick and painless death.

"What's the use of that? You ruined my plans, and you even tried to harm my reincarnated body."

Suddenly, a longsword forged from storms and lightning appeared in the hands of the Storm Goddess, its light shining brighter than the thunder in the sky.

"I'm willing to die, don't torture my soul, don't torture..."

Drummond trembled even more violently; the oppression of death was far stronger than that of Ortega and Serra, and the fear in his soul was far more terrifying.

"That's not up to you!"

The Storm Goddess made no unnecessary movements; she simply raised her longsword calmly, the tip pointing at Drummond on the ground.

In the sky, a massive bolt of lightning, long brewing, struck down with a deafening roar as she moved. Drummond's piercing scream sent chills down everyone's spine. His soul was ripped from his body and absorbed into the church's wind chimes.

The other end of the wind chime leads to the realm of the gods, where Drummond will experience the endless torment that the gods inflict on a heretic.

Everyone present was stunned. Some people's lips trembled as they tried to say something, but they couldn't utter a single word. Others knelt down and sang hymns, praising the Lord's coming and His greatness.

Diane felt tense and worried as she looked at the gleaming deity, for the head maid had placed him behind her and was now gripping the lance that had been lying to the side.

The goddess fluttered her wings and flew over. In the eyes of the beautiful goddess, there were no human emotions, no joy, no anger. Diane knew where Lotina's expressionless face came from.

She was in the sky, and the head maid was on the ground. The head maid and the goddess were in a subtle standoff, wondering whether they were enemies or friends, and whether to continue the fight.

"Lotina, Lotina..."

A worried mother broke the standoff.

(End of this chapter)