I am the heroine's godfather!

“I am a citizen of this city, a citizen of Kadia, and an enemy of the Cataclysm.”

Although it contained some lies, Loran's words did stir up everyone's emotions, and they began to wonder what this guy was trying to say.

“Since the Great Cataclysm began thirty years ago, we have been in a state of constant defeat until only seven cities remained in Kadia.”

A somber atmosphere began to spread through the crowd, and many people clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.

"But gentlemen, I must tell you a fact: apart from the city we are in now, the remaining six have failed."

"In other words, we are the only remaining city in Kadia."

A commotion broke out below. The news was so significant and unbelievable that many citizens were filled with anxiety, and some even began to wonder: Can we really win?

No, let alone winning, it seems we can't even survive.

“I think you are all wondering now: Can we really win against such an enemy? Should we surrender? Should we abandon this city? Should we hand over our home like we did thirty years ago?”

"But citizens, compatriots, we have nowhere to retreat! Behind us lies our city, the dragon of destiny!"

Sadness and fear still lingered, but at the same time, another atmosphere was spreading: anger! Anger was ignited—anger at the defeat thirty years ago, anger at the thirty years of living in isolation, and anger at the loss of so many of his compatriots!

Finally, an old man's roar rang out from the crowd: "Fuck you! I'd rather die than run away like I did thirty years ago!"

"Uncle Nobita..."

Many people recognized the old man; he was a soldier from Qadia thirty years ago who had fought in many battles. Although he had not been able to defend his homeland, everyone respected him greatly.

The old man, leaning on his cane, could barely stand, let alone pick up a weapon, thanks to the lingering wounds from the battlefield years ago. Yet, he still roared, "I've had enough of this life! I've had enough of running away like a stray dog ​​in the face of catastrophe! I don't care what you think, I'll die in the war against catastrophe!"

"I didn't expect it to be you, Nobita, who shouted it first."

Another old man burst into hearty laughter: "Who do you think you are? Who the hell would run away! Don't forget, I was the one who carried you out of the trenches back then!"

Seemingly infected, more and more veterans began shouting, followed by middle-aged people, then young people, and finally children.

Regardless of gender or age, they all shouted and yelled, saying they would never back down.

"Damn it, you've looked down on me, Loran!"

A middle-aged adventurer who had drunk with Loran in the Adventurers' Guild shouted, "Who do you think you are! And you bunch of old men, you're too old to get involved here. This is the era of us young people!"

"Really, you're over forty years old."

A woman in her early twenties, dressed in a mage's robe, laughed and said, "If we're talking about young people, aren't we the ones who are young?"

More young people laughed.

"Yes, everyone, we will never retreat! We will fight outside the walls, we will fight where the catastrophe comes from, even if the walls are destroyed, we will fight in the streets and alleys until the very last moment, until we drive out the catastrophe, or until we all perish!"

"It is no longer the dragon of destiny that is with us, but we who will be with the dragon of destiny!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Oh oh oh oh!!!!!!"

Inside the palace, looking at the scene in the square, the Dragon of Destiny and the S-ranks beside her who had just been unsealed exchanged a glance and revealed a helpless smile.

An S-class officer gave a wry smile: "You see, I told you long ago that your plan wouldn't work."

"That's right, sir! You didn't even notify us before freezing us up! Honestly, I'm getting angry!"

Another S-rank character, holding a staff, pouted and scolded.

The Dragon of Destiny remained silent for a long time, its voice somewhat hoarse: "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, sir."

A seemingly composed man bowed, his gaze resolute: "We stand with you until death."

Chapter 109 Battle Time

Once everyone was mobilized, they began constructing the defense works. Several S-class soldiers also appeared on site to help with the work.

"Hey."

A woman holding a dessert nudged Loran with her elbow: "Not bad, kid, that speech was pretty good."

"you are?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Yara, an S-rank adventurer from the Adventurers' Guild. Hello."

"Hello, I'm Loran."

Loran shook hands with the seemingly overly lively woman, and Yara continued, "Oh dear, to be honest, sometimes I just don't understand what the lady is thinking. Why does she have to freeze us up like this?"

"Perhaps she just wanted to leave some spark for Kadia?"

"Well, that's true, but the master really thinks highly of us, believing that we can lead so many people to survive the catastrophe."

Yara sighed, "It's better to die on the battlefield than to run around like that."

"But now it's all good, the master has finally figured it out! That's more like it, if we're all together, even if we die, we'll have company on the way to the Seven Gods Kingdom."

After Yara finished speaking, she suddenly realized that what she had said was a bit ominous, so she quickly spat a few times and slapped her mouth: "What am I saying? Everyone will definitely survive! Loran, when we survive, I'll treat you to a drink!"

Loran smiled and nodded.

"Loran?"

Olivia sidled closer, and Loran tilted his head to look at her: "What's wrong, Olivia? Didn't I tell you to stay in a safe place?"

"I can fight too."

Olivia held Loran's hand, looking at him expectantly.

"That would be very dangerous."

"I know."

Olivia nodded, but her eyes remained stubborn: "I don't want to be isolated alone."

Loran sighed, pondered for a moment, and finally agreed to Olivia's request. After all, he had already made preparations, leaving a mark in front of the library so that he could take Olivia away immediately should anything happen.

However, danger still exists. After all, the opponent he is facing this time is no ordinary person, and he may not have enough resources to protect Olivia. Therefore, he can only do his best to prepare for her and ensure that nothing happens to Olivia.

Fortunately, this wasn't a true life-or-death battle. Even if we don't have this one, there will be another chance, so it's not that critical.

"Wow, what an adorable child!"

Another child captivated by Olivia's beauty.

Olivia's face remained expressionless in the face of Yara's embrace, but Loran could still detect a hint of pleading in her eyes.

"Waaaaah, what's wrong with this child? It's so cute! It reminds me of the Dragon of Destiny when he was a child!"

"Yara!"

A dignified middle-aged man walked over, pulled the hysterical Yara away, and gave Loran and the others an apologetic look: "Sorry, Yara's personality is rather unpredictable."

"Let me go~ Dekienko, don't you think this child looks a lot like an adult? Who knows, maybe she's an adult's illegitimate daughter... pfft..."

Yara felt as if her soul was about to fly out of her body after being punched in the stomach by Dekienko.

Hey, is this person really alright? We can't afford to lose someone before the war even starts.

"Oh dear, little Yara is as lively as ever."

A woman laughed and said, "I really envy her. She has such a good mindset even with a major battle imminent."

The remaining S-class members also laughed.

Loran shook his head and looked up at the clear sky.

Was this place the same a thousand years ago?

But perhaps that dragon of destiny never got to see this scene in the end.

what a pity.

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Peaceful times are always short-lived. One afternoon, the guards patrolling the city walls suddenly sounded their horns, and dark clouds drifted in from the east, obscuring half of the sunset.

"come yet?"

Loran frowned, stood up, and in the distance, six powerful figures were clearly visible, along with the army of magical beasts beneath them.

"As expected, they have failed."

The Dragon of Destiny sighed, and Loran chuckled, "It's alright, we will win."

"Hehe, I appreciate your kind words over there."

The Dragon of Destiny chuckled softly, then its figure rose into the sky, and the silver dragon reappeared, confronting the six figures.

The leading, dazzling golden sword, still a golden, unmatched sword aura, slashed down, bypassing the dragon of destiny and striking straight at the city behind her.

The Dragon of Destiny was shocked and wanted to rewind, but found that he could not move no matter what he did.

Just as the city was about to be destroyed before her eyes, a powerful magic spell blasted towards the sword energy. The two collided and produced a loud bang.

“Hey, kings face kings, generals face generals, it’s not right to bully the weak.”

Loran, dressed in Messiah's holy robes, held a golden staff in his left hand and a longsword in his right, exuding unparalleled majesty.

"Your opponent is me."

"Hey, is that Loran?"

"Is this guy really that strong?"

"We'll have to interrogate him thoroughly after the war."

Many of those below who recognized Loran laughed. Seeing that the city-state was unharmed, the Dragon of Destiny breathed a sigh of relief, spread its silver wings, and its voice resounded through the heavens: "Citizens, the war has begun!"

"Oooo!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

The sound was so loud it seemed to lift the sky off its face.

"A boring struggle."

A man with his eyes covered by a black cloth and a large bell phantom floating behind him sighed softly. He was another saint among the paladins, the Eternal Watcher Bell.

The Dragon of Destiny sneered: "The Bell of Eternal Watch? Come, let's see if you've improved at all after being assimilated by the Cataclysm!"

Chapter 110 Loran VS The Brilliant Golden Sword

Seeing that the battle had already begun on the side of the Dragon of Destiny, Loran also turned his attention to the dazzling golden sword in front of him.

The Brilliant Golden Sword was a man who looked to be in his thirties, with short blond hair, closed eyes, and wearing golden armor, exuding an incomparably majestic aura.

Of all the opponents Loran has faced, this guy's combat strength is almost among the top. In terms of raw power, only that old codger, the Lich King of the Demon Clan, is stronger than him.

However, Loran never fought that guy one-on-one; instead, he fought him together with Estia and Christine.

Although the Dragon of Destiny, who wielded power, said this guy was only a strong seventh-tier cultivator, he was still an eighth-tier cultivator in the official history, so Loran had to maintain his utmost focus. He gripped the staff in his left hand tightly; it was an old friend of his. Unlike the Holy Tribunal's Judgment, this staff was a reward he received from an old woman, and Loran named it the Staff of No Return.

The Staff of No Return isn't exactly a powerful staff, but it accompanied him in numerous battles, accumulating many merits. With Loran's repeated enhancements, this staff is now almost comparable to a sacred relic.

However, Loran has not taken it out for a long time. Since his retirement, Loran has never encountered a major crisis that would require him to take out the staff. Even when he faced the Abyss Believer Saint in the Blood Church, Loran did not take it out.

Now is the time.

“Unknown Holy See member, state your name.”

The gleaming golden sword felt a surge of curiosity about this individual who had managed to block its attack. Did the Holy See possess such a powerful figure? Why had he never heard of such a person before?

"Loran".

Loran chuckled lightly: "Loran Morganfleur, just an unknown successor."

My name is Adams.

A gleaming golden sword—no, Adams raised the sword in his hand, but did not remove it from its sheath: "I grant you the right to fight me."

As expected of a reincarnation of an eighth-order saint from Kadia a thousand years ago, this arrogance is truly extraordinary.

Loran gripped his longsword tightly in his right hand, his staff poised to strike in his left: "Alright, let me see just how powerful the strongest in Kadia truly is!"

The next instant, a deafening roar rang out. Loran stepped into the void, instantly bridging the distance between the two. Like a thunderclap, the Holy Tribunal's Judgment, wreathed in golden flames, slashed straight down at Adams.

Adams' expression remained unchanged; he merely waved his longsword slightly, remaining as still as a mountain.

The clang of metal rang out, sparks flew, and the Holy Tribunal's judgment clashed with Adams's scabbard, generating powerful shockwaves that even caused the surrounding space to groan in agony.

"poor and weak."