Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 586 - 180 ’Unyielding’ and Messe’s Revelation

On the icy altar, twelve-year-old Andrea had her eyes closed.

Since the sudden change in the prayer words earlier, she had been trying to reduce her awareness of the surrounding environment and block out the influence of sounds through a method similar to meditation.

Although her knowledge of Mysticism told her that this incorrectly conducted ritual would not actually draw the real power of the Evil God, Andrea was still a bit scared.

God said that death is just another beginning, but some deaths could directly become the end.

"Ah——"

"..."

"Roar——"

"..."

With her eyes tightly closed, Andrea faintly heard a woman’s angry shout that reached right into her soul, followed by a continuous deep roar.

The warehouse in this remote city seemed to have turned into an Abyss that could imprison deities, and those believers who were just talking had turned into Demonic Monsters, baring their teeth and claws around her.

’Goddess...I won’t be afraid!’

She quietly told herself, Andrea had already prepared herself to face Death.

She didn’t even notice that her chains of Divine Arts that originally bound her had failed due to her captor’s madness; she just curled up subconsciously into a small ball, burying her face in her knees like an ostrich.

Packing up the scattered items neatly, Laine turned to the figure still huddled on the altar.

The Little Princess who had closed herself off from external perceptions probably still didn’t know what had happened. She appeared extremely fragile — and then Laine unapologetically pulled her hands away from her knees, locking eyes with the girl who opened her eyes in panic.

"This... Little Princess, right, introduce yourself. Like how you came to be here, what’s your name, what you can do, and what you plan to do next."

"After all, from now on, you are my captive, and as a princess of a Kingdom, you should have a deeper understanding of this world."

"No! I won’t tell you anything! Ugh... don’t think I will submit to you, dog of the Evil God, you can give up!"

With tears still un-dried in the corners of her eyes and her voice quivering, Andrea held her head up high and spoke righteously to the stranger in front of her.

’Oh my God, did the ritual actually summon believers of the Evil God, and he even killed all these people, but this isn’t Mysticism...no, Andrea, be strong, the chosen of the Goddess won’t bow to Cultists, especially not the craziest among them.’

She silently bolstered herself, yet Andrea felt extremely panicked inside.

In this world, there are hardly any sects directly related to the Blood Mother Tree, most reverence is given to Ancient Evil Beings that have split from It or something else. Even if a few exceptions are quickly obliterated, those not eradicated gradually become one of the Evil Creatures.

But as for the prayer words, anyone experienced could tell what existence they described...thus knowing the terror of an Outer God, Andrea felt she had just escaped the wolf’s den only to enter a tiger’s lair.

"So you are ’non-violent non-cooperation’ now?"

"Yes—neither violence nor cooperation!"

Clearly, Andrea misunderstood the phrase ’non-violent non-cooperation’; it didn’t mean ’if you don’t use violence, I won’t cooperate’, but one must admit, she said it with a lot of spirit—if one ignored the almost tearful expression and the continuously kicking legs.

Faced with such a situation, Laine expressed helplessness. He wasn’t in the mood to provide psychological comfort to a little girl, so he had no choice but to use the most direct method to make this little princess confront the ’cruelty’ of reality.