Do you all know the future?

Chapter 92 Evil God
Diane was in a somewhat uncomfortable state, with everyone surrounding her and their eyes fixed on her and the Holy Lance.

The Holy Lance represents supreme status, the consort of the Queen of Tudor. They not only wanted to please Diane, but also wanted to see her hand over the Holy Lance to the Queen so that she would agree to marry him, only then would they give up.

“I also have a mermaid at home, but unfortunately, it’s not as well-behaved as the one under Lord An’s command. Lord An is kind, which is why he received this kind of help.”

Ramirez, a tall, imposing man with a muscular build and piercing eyes, stared at the bored little mermaid. He was the greatest contributor to Diane's acquisition of the Holy Lance Valentin.

His envy was palpable; he wanted to have this good fortune too. He was just passing through the Diane Sea and had no idea that this divine artifact was there.

"It was just good luck. If it were you, you probably would have noticed too."

Diane's humble words emboldened some people, giving them a sense of self-importance, and they regretted not having arrived in this area before Diane.

"I couldn't find it. I've been here and searched, but I couldn't find the Holy Lance at all. It's all thanks to Lord An's skillful planning."

He was more convinced than others who hadn't even passed through the area, because he had searched the area and found no trace of the Holy Lance.

Unlike someone who has never been to the sea and thinks they're just passing by, Diane was simply lucky.

"Luck, luck..."

Because of her hometown, Diane wasn't particularly arrogant, and this made her quite likable in Ramirez's eyes.

"Without strength, one cannot protect this luck. Even without this luck, Lord An could still find the Holy Lance."

Ramirez was not fooled by Diane's humility. He had genuinely passed through this area and searched for it. Outsiders might only see Diane as weak, but Diane's team was by no means weak. Even if the Holy Lance were in other seas, Diane might still be able to find it.

As the legion's strategist, Ramirez was both bold and meticulous. He analyzed the composition of Diane's team, which consisted of Diane as the core, her ambiguous lover, and her maid.

It's not that they're incredibly powerful, or that they're connected to the Holy Lance, or that they can help find the Holy Lance in the sea. It's normal to lose to a team like that, and Ramirez didn't feel resentful.

Diane's team is really strong, he acknowledges!

"That's right, with Dean Isabella making a move, isn't the Holy Lance within easy reach?"

This is someone who only looks at appearances and is somewhat unwilling to accept defeat, as if he could succeed as long as Isabella helps him.

"I didn't find the Holy Lance; the little mermaid found it."

Isabella gently retorted, holding the little mermaid and keeping her from running around. The little mermaid looked like a plant that had lost its light, completely drooping. The stares of the crowd made her uncomfortable, and her puffed-up cheeks were unusually cute.

"Kindness is a virtue. At the time, I just didn't want to restrict her freedom. I never thought that a moment of kindness would win the favor of my little maid!"

Diane held the Holy Lance with one hand, using the other to stroke the little mermaid's blue hair. The little mermaid's displeasure and boredom turned into a soft laugh.

"Master brother!"

The little mermaid wrapped her arms around Diana's hand and held her hand down. The little mermaid called out sweetly, and her mermaid voice could make your bones tingle.

This was a voice that the nobles who kept mermaid songstresses in their homes had never heard before; it brought a sense of inner relaxation and pleasure, which in turn evoked shame.

After all, the mermaids in the family were mostly forced to do so, and they wouldn't dare to bring people out like Diane did, without worrying that the mermaids would escape into the sea.

"Alright, you're the hero, you'll have a big meal tonight!"

Diane comforted the little mermaid, trying to cheer her up, even though the little mermaid was already happy because he patted her head.

"Yay! I want to eat the grilled steak that Sister Margaret makes!"

Children are so easily satisfied, and this kind of interaction is even more enviable; a big meal is enough to win over the little mermaid.

The little mermaid found the Holy Lance, which made Diane a prince, and she was actually satisfied with just a simple grilled steak.

There was no demand for freedom, nor did the little maid need it; there was no demand for gold or silver, and the mermaid's treasure remains a legend that encourages children to do good.

“Margarita, did you hear that… what happened, you, Teacher Isabella…”

Diane looked at the head maid with affection, but the head maid's serious expression made Diane sense that something was wrong. Then, not only her, but Isabella also had the same expression.

"There are enemies! You all run away immediately, I'll hold them off!"

Isabella responded to Diane, instantly switching from a relaxed mode to a combat mode.

"What kind of enemy is this, that they want us to flee? An angel or a demon?"

"Dean Isabella said we should run away quickly!"

"Yes, whatever it is, let's go..."

Upon hearing this, many people sensed the trouble and returned to their own ships. In an instant, most of the deck was emptied, and the once bustling, banquet-like deck became deserted.

"There's no point in running away, it's too late."

The head maid offered another assessment, her gaze fixed on the west, her grave expression revealing the trouble the enemy was in—a rare sight for Diane.

Diane followed the head maid's gaze and saw that the seawater there seemed to be a bit darker than the surrounding area. Moreover, instead of the usual undulations of waves, it looked like a pot of thick soup about to boil, with something slowly and rhythmically pulsating in the very center.

Even more unsettling was the sight of countless tiny points of light twinkling in the dark water, like starlight sinking into a calm lake, or like... the eyes of some creature peering into the shadows.

"What it is?"

Diane felt her spiritual response; her blood flowed faster, and her body felt better than ever before, with all her fatigue vanishing instantly.

"What is that thing? It gives me a feeling of unease!"

While Diane was excited, he also felt a pang of fear, as if telling him how terrifying this thing was.

"A demigod, an evil god has descended."

Isabella released the little mermaid, still pondering what the enemy was, when the head maid spoke calmly.

"A demigod? An evil god has descended?"

Diane saw it; the surging beneath the sea was becoming increasingly pronounced, and the area seemed to be slowly expanding. The flickering lights, against the darkening sky, appeared ever clearer and more eerie.
They are not stationary, but move slowly in the water, sometimes gathering together and sometimes dispersing, as if they possess some kind of collective consciousness.

"That's right, someone sacrificed themselves to summon an evil god. The evil god's tentacles pierced through the material world and descended in the form of a demigod!"

The head maid, like a seasoned scholar, discerned the true form of the monster lurking in the shadows simply by its scent. As if exposed by the head maid, the commotion beneath the sea intensified, the dark waters churning as if stirred by an invisible giant hand, bubbling up murky foam.

The previously scattered specks of light suddenly rose upwards all at once, their speed astonishing. Just as everyone held their breath, an unimaginably enormous shape burst through the water!
"Crack-!"

A massive amount of seawater was pushed aside, splashing waves several meters high in all directions, crashing heavily against the hulls of the various nobles' ships. Some small boats that were not sturdy and had a poor center of gravity were directly overturned.

On the large ship with a good center of gravity, the nobles cried out and grabbed anything they could to steady themselves. When they looked at the sea again, still shaken, they all gasped and their pupils contracted in shock.

It lacks a traditional head and torso, resembling more of an irregular, writhing mass of flesh, its color a dark purple like deep-sea silt, its surface covered with slippery wrinkles and strange protrusions.

What's most chilling is the sheer number of eyes covering its entire body—hundreds, thousands, or even more!

Those eyes varied in size, some as large as water tanks, shimmering with an eerie green or pale white light, and their pupils were strangely vertical stripes.

Some are as fine as needle points, clustered into nauseating patches, shimmering with a blood-red glow.

What's most disgusting is that the faces in the middle of the eyes are people that many people recognize as their former friends and acquaintances.

“Finn, that’s Finn…”

"Viscount Sirius..."

"Eric, wait for Eric, what happened to him?!"

"..."

Fear froze everyone instantly; they lost even the will to run away. The monster's rampant spiritual energy rendered them incapable of any movement.

This thing doesn't belong to this world at all; it's the law of the spiritual realm interfering with the material world. Its very existence is a desecration of the laws of nature.

The monster's enormous body continued to rise from the water, each wriggling stirring up towering waves that knocked down nobles and ships.

Those countless eyes, each like a cold mirror, reflected the terrified faces of the nobles.

"A bunch of delicious things, quickly become a part of my body!"

The monster's voice carried a seductive quality, its astonishing number of eyes instilled fear and dizziness, and its powerful spirituality suppressed the crowd. Now, it intended to render them powerless to resist.

Even Paladin Ramirez and Archmage Bailey, upon sensing this world-destroying power, considered giving up.

Unstoppable, invincible, like a god, no, it is a god, and only a deity can possess such power.

"Demigod...Miss Margaret, take Xiao An with you, I'll try to hold him off!"

Isabella's heart raced. What she had been uncertain about just moments before was now starkly clear before her. Unlike other nobles, she wasn't crushed by her will to fight, but she didn't think she could survive either.

"Just hold on a little longer, the demigod will be here soon... No, something's wrong, how could this happen..."

Bridget's already fair face now appeared deathly pale. Her Majesty the Queen, far away in the palace, hurriedly went to the temple to invite the gods.

Suddenly, the perspective shifted from one body to the other, and her consciousness was forcibly switched from the Queen's body to this body, with all her consciousness focused on this body.

"This is the law of the evil god, the Eye of Truth, also known as the Eye of Law Breaking, which can suppress a person's spirituality and magic."

The head maid looked at the terrifying demigod, who seemed to have no intention of attacking immediately. It simply slowly turned its countless eyes, its cold gaze sweeping over all the ships and all the people as if it were a tangible thing.

Ultimately, a considerable number of eyes seemed to focus on the people on the deck. Being stared at by so many inhuman eyes, Diane and the others felt their hair stand on end, as if they were naked and exposed to the cold winter wind, their very souls trembling.

Diane's way of combating the cold was to ignite a fire within her body; the power of the Holy Blood acted like a furnace, continuously supplying her with heat.

"Look what I've discovered! It's holy blood! By the abyss, you are that woman's descendant!"

Diane's holy blood, under the scrutiny of the Evil God's Eye of Truth, was like a beacon in the darkness, completely exposed.

"Holy Blood?"

Stunned, many people were stunned. Nobles and queens alike were momentarily taken aback upon hearing this renowned spiritual being.

"Margaret!"

Diane did not respond to the evil god. His gaze met Margaret's as he raised his lance and asked Margaret if she could use the sacred artifact to kill the god.

Margaret nodded, then shook her head, indicating she was confident, but not overly so.

"Little lion, do you want to learn from your mother? To kill a chief god with the body of a demigod? But you are far too weak."

Diane's gesture of raising the gun misled the evil god, who mocked her, once again proving Diane's identity with his words.

There's no need to guess anymore; he's Queen Greta's son, the inheritor of Saint-level spiritual blood.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have been freed from fear and started to have wild thoughts.

This is amazing! Absolutely amazing!
Queen Greta's son had left everyone dizzy, especially Brigitte, or rather Her Majesty the Queen. At that moment, she felt like going back to question the time traveler about what she had been hiding from her.

The little mermaid was washed ashore by the waves, her expression shifting between light and shadow. The emergence of the Holy Blood Spirit confirmed the theory that Diane was the reincarnation of the Sun God. The head maid had not lied to her. No wonder she felt increasingly close to Diane; it was a mutual attraction between gods.

As for the nobles soaking in the sea and on the ship, their minds had stopped thinking. The fact that Diane was a descendant of Queen Greta was branded into their minds like a hot iron, yet they couldn't understand it.

"Hmph! I have no idea what nonsense you're spouting!"

Diane was thinking about how to create an opportunity for the head maid. The evil god seemed not to notice the head maid's problem, but only noticed him.

"Nothing can hide from my eyes. Holy blood, the strongest spiritual power to subdue all evil, the spiritual power to secure a divine position, as dazzling as the sun. Once you've been exposed to it, you'll never forget it. You're not Queen Greta's son, where did you get this exact same spiritual power?"

The evil god chuckled excitedly, as if he had discovered some treasure!
"Come to my side, become my right hand, the right seat of my divine kingdom, my treasure, and I will help you become my servant!"

The evil god's eyes trembled as he extended an invitation to Diane, his massive face becoming even more distorted.

"You promised me you'd kill him, you demon! You promised you'd kill him!"

Knicks wailed, wondering why everyone favored Diane. He was allowed to witness the promise, but instead, he saw the devil betray him.

"I am both God and the devil, and as everyone knows, the devil does not keep his promises."

(End of this chapter)