A vicious female is trapped in a beastly hell.

Chapter 521 The words of one's own son are the most effective.
Before leaving, High Priest Lunas used his power to envelop the entire temple, protecting it from pollution and erosion.

Shen Tang patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought the chances of this trip were slim, but it went so smoothly!
She looked at the young man beside her and couldn't help but sigh deeply, "As expected, a son's words still carry weight."

Several waiters in the hall also heard the conversation and looked at the dignified and distinguished young merman, feeling a deep sense of awe.

It turns out that this prince is the son of the high priest.

The young priest they had never met before.

The crowd below laughed and echoed their agreement.

"Yes, Your Highness is truly remarkable; you persuaded 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 princes and nobles have tried to see the High Priest, but have been turned away.”

"Your Majesty Shen Tang, Your Highness Jia Lan, this is tea specially supplied by the temple. Please try it and see how it tastes."

Jialan picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and gazed in the direction where Lunas had left, thinking: Perhaps it is not so.

He felt that the high priest just needed a reason.

And he just happened to give that reason.

……

The royal palace of the Sea Kingdom was surrounded by layers upon layers of people, making it impossible to pass through.

A large number of rebels, armed with knives and guns, surrounded the intruders.

They stared at the tall, blond man, their faces filled with fear, their bodies trembling slightly—a fear of the strong that was ingrained in their blood!

Runas didn't even glance at them, striding towards the palace. His thin lips parted slightly, his eyes calm yet filled with the indifference of someone in a superior position.

"Anyone who blocks my way today shall die."

With each step he took, the rebels in front of him retreated to both sides like Moses parting the sea, and not one dared to step forward.

The leading tenth-tier orcs, their foreheads beaded with sweat and their faces grim, roared, "Attack together! Kill him!"

Thousands upon thousands of orcs swarmed forward, their killing intent palpable, each strike potentially fatal.

Runas remained unmoved. He took a step, and his powerful energy spread out from him! The entire domain instantly froze, and thousands of orcs were turned into ice sculptures in an instant!
In that instant, even time seemed to stand still.

Immediately afterwards, Lunas lightly lifted his fingertip—

There was a loud bang.

Countless ice sculptures shattered!

The entire sea was dyed crimson, turning into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!
From beginning to end, those people didn't even have a chance to resist, or even witness their own death.

In a mere instant, the entire army was wiped out, leaving only a few level-ten black-clad men standing there, stunned.

They gripped their weapons tightly, staring in shock at the approaching blond man, their bodies trembling slightly. What terrifying power this was! Just who was this man?!
Behind them lay a crimson sea strewn with blood and flesh, a sea of ​​death and filth. The man's holy robes remained unstained, each step striking them like a thousand-pound blow, nearly causing them to drop their weapons.

"We must not let him break into the palace! Kill him!" Their voices trembled.

A level 10 man in black attempted to ambush them from behind.

Runas glanced at him indifferently, then raised his fingertip, and boom! The man instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

A streak of blood splattered on his handsome, deep face, adding a touch of wickedness to his flawless divinity, making one think of the saying: there is always a shadow behind the light.

Light and darkness are always inseparable.

He served as the High Priest of the Sea God and shared the same origin as the legendary cursed mermaid.

There is no such thing as eternal, flawless light in this world.

The remaining orcs and men in black were also dealt with by Lunas.

Throughout, he remained calm, showing neither disgust nor hatred nor the joy of victory. His attacks were swift and deadly, as if life and death were nothing more than trivial matters to him.

It was a kind of madness hidden beneath a calm surface.

Behind the man lay a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He fought his way through the encirclement, stepping over countless bones, and ventured alone into the deep palace, finding the sealed dungeon.

The dungeon was dark and damp, and four thick black iron chains stood upright on the central rooftop, deeply embedded in the four directions, binding that slender and beautiful figure.

No one could have imagined that the noble and proud emperor of the Sea Kingdom would one day be imprisoned in this dark and hopeless place.

Lunas's gaze fell on the beautiful, imprisoned figure.

Her hands were raised high above her head, her wrists marked with red from the sharp iron; her deep blue fishtail drooped limply to the ground, bound tightly by layers of chains.

Garuda hung her head, her dark blue curly hair was loose, and the wounds on her body were faintly visible. A trace of blood hung at the corner of her lips.

This emperor of the Sea Kingdom, who was born at the pinnacle of power and was incomparably noble, was reduced to a prisoner of the rebel army.

For her, this was a humiliation more unbearable than death!

In just a few days, Garuda tried countless times to end his life to find relief.

This is her dignity as royalty, the pride of the Sea King, and she must not become a laughing stock in the world!

Just as she was looking for an opportunity to end it all, she suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from outside the palace.

Then the dungeon door opened, and a tall, slender figure walked in, illuminating the dimly lit cell as if her cold, stiff blood was beginning to flow again...

Garuda looked up blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure. The usually aloof Garuda was stunned, as if in a dream.

No, this scene wouldn't even appear in a dream.

The man, dressed in a magnificent divine robe, walked step by step, his clothes spotless, pure as an immortal, as if worldly affairs were unworthy of his attention.

But the more aloof and indifferent he was to everything, the more interested she became, and she couldn't help but want to bring him down from his pedestal.

That's why she was bewitched back then...

Runas approached Garuda, bowed respectfully, and greeted him in a calm voice as if it were an ordinary greeting.
"Your Majesty, this is the first time I've seen you so disheveled."

Garuda heard his calm yet distant tone and condescending attitude. With a slight movement of his arm, the sound of chains rattling filled the air.

She gave a self-deprecating sneer, "What? Are you here to humiliate me too? Or to settle old scores?"

Her voice was weak and hoarse, completely different from her usual haughty demeanor; it was a side of her that she never showed to others.

Lunas did not answer. With a flick of his long fingers, several snapping sounds rang out, and the chains that imprisoned her broke.

He bent down and swept her into his arms, then turned and walked out of the palace.

Garuda stared blankly at the man's chin, her heart filled with disbelief and shock. He had come to save her?

"Lunus said, "Lan'er and his partner came to the temple in person to beg me."

"You have a good son."

He spoke calmly, as if he were not in a hurry to explain, but simply stating a quiet fact.

The faint light in Garuda's eyes quickly dimmed.

She lowered her head and smiled bitterly. She should have known better. Why would Lunas come for her?

He hated her to the core and refused to see her for many years. If it weren't for their son, they probably would never have met again in this lifetime.

If any of the orcs who had been killed earlier were still alive, they would have noticed that the high priest of the sea god had slowed his pace and his aura was no longer as frenzied and cold as before, but had become more restrained and gentle, like a peaceful and boundless deep sea.

Garuda also closed its eyes and remained silent.

She was too badly injured to struggle and could only let Lunas carry her away.

Unfortunately, this rare tranquility, which came many years late, did not last long.

Soon, more pursuers arrived and surrounded the two, including the mysterious men in black and Sivar who was at the forefront.

Sivar stared fiercely at the two figures, his hands clenched into fists, his sinister and ruthless gaze like that of a venomous snake, wishing he could tear them to pieces!

He laughed in anger, clapping his hands and saying, "After all these years, I finally know who you are... So the male that Garuda loved the most was you!"

Ugh, this is my first night trying to get along with my unruly son. Dog owners should know how devastated I am right now. Updates may be a little late these next few nights, so please check back in the morning.

P.S.: I spent the whole night battling wits with my rebellious son, and I just can't stay awake any longer. I'll write the next chapter during the day!