Jump Down-You Might Die

The temple was sealed off, and outside the doors came a cacophony of sounds. It sounded like battle, like slaughter, like the clang of metal, like the wails of the dying, but most of it was shut out by the heavy doors. Only a few words reached into the sacred hall, but they went unnoticed by the beautiful Goddess.

She simply stepped down from her private couch, her pristine white robes slipping off her slender frame—she was very tall. While gods were naturally taller and larger than ordinary people, with each step she took forward, her form shrank towards the average size of people in this era.

Shrinking to the height and weight of an ordinary young woman—the great stature of the gods is not without reason, and this reason lies in the excessive number of souls residing in their bodies, causing their forms to expand. In other words, body size, in a sense, also signifies the amount of power accumulated. Although this rule ceases to apply once the body expands beyond a certain limit, at least within the conventional realm, this is order and Closure.

Order and Closure.

Order and Closure imply a certain degree of energy conservation.

Her body shrank, and magnificent divine power overflowed from the girl's body. Tens of thousands of years of accumulation had long made this youngest Princess the most powerful Goddess of this era. The overflowing divine power then gathered and compressed from the outside in, forming a protective armor around the Goddess form, with gold and white as its main colors.

Valkyrie —if someone were here, they would surely come to this conclusion the moment they saw her face.

The naivety and immaturity of the young girl in her secluded chamber vanished in an instant, replaced by pure heroism and serene beauty.

Then a consecrated spear appeared from nothingness and fell into her hand.

"The time has come," she said softly, her voice causing ripples in the space and tremors in time. Light spontaneously distorted the surrounding time and space because of her presence, causing the time held by the furnishings and components in this magnificent hall to jump or delay by a few seconds.

"I should leave now." She walked forward, and the light followed her steps to the tightly closed doorway—the time held by the sturdy, sealed temple doors was switched to a point in time that was not locked the moment the light shone upon them. And all the sealing spells and physical locks that were attached to them vanished in an instant.

The door was opened, and the smell of blood wafted out.

The dwarven king noticed her actions during her last outing, guessed her decision, and attempted to confine her here before she could do anything.

They react very quickly.

But it's not fast enough.

Because as early as 14,000 years ago, when the marriage agreement was made, the Goddess awaiting marriage was already preparing her dowry.

As she stepped out of her temple, she saw black dragons soaring through the sky, spewing forth blazing light and fire. She saw the knights of the Oolacile Township wielding burning blades, reaping the flesh and blood of the kings' guards. Two-thirds of the clergy pledged their allegiance to her, and a third of the unclean were utterly annihilated. And the Silver Knights who had served her for millennia, as her protectors and handmaids, had even brought the flames of war into the kings' court, coming within a hair's breadth of victory.

"Filianore!"—the most powerful dwarf king roared the moment he saw her burst from the palace.

"Why!?" it screamed, and at the same time, a dwarf assassin, who had been hiding in the shadows around the temple, silently flew out and plunged a poisoned dagger into the Goddess's back.

The assassin failed—of course it couldn't have succeeded. It was bound by the flowing light just meters from the Goddess, frozen in mid-air like a tiny insect fallen into amber.

The Goddess glanced at it.

The next moment, it aged and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if its life processes accelerated a hundred or a thousand times in that instant—hunger first took its life, then its flesh and blood dried up, turning into withered bones and powder, and even the poisoned short blade, which clearly had an extraordinary origin, rusted and broke, and finally turned into dust and disappeared in the wind.

"My husband has arrived."

"And I will give her everything I have."

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Photons entangled with gravitons, and spatial barriers vanished beneath the Goddess's feet. A single step was all it took to reach the final line of defense of the kings from the temple's gates, and the Sacred Spear was unleashed the instant her toes touched the ground.

Guns are the rifts in space and time.

Even the strongest armor is useless against the molecular fractures of space. Even the toughest flesh will crumble under the erosion of time.

She casually slaughtered most of the Dwarf Kings's guards, while the remaining few were reduced to lifeless bodies by the swords and fire of the Ringed Knights.

Thus, the kings of the Oolacile Township lost their last reliance.

"But that's not enough. An army, a piece of land, and myself are not enough to express my love for her—after all, she has never met me. But she has been with me for a long time in countless fragments of history—so I must give her the most precious treasure in the world."

The pure-colored holy spear was pointed at the chest of the Dwarf Kings.

Her purpose is now crystal clear.

"You want the Dark Souls ..." The tallest dwarf king's eyes widened, consumed by terror. "No, no, Filianore, we can talk! We can still... Don't do this, don't do this, no—!"

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Light pierced through them, and light also overwhelmed them.

As the light faded, several decaying corpses turned to dust, while a blazing, dark, and incomparably powerful solitary fire flowed from the remains and eventually gathered, falling into the hands of the Goddess.

"Dark Souls." The Goddess clenched her fist, drawing the flame into her palm. Her form expanded rapidly for a moment, but immediately returned to its original size, and a flowing skirt silently emerged from the bottom of her holy white armor. "If there were only one Dwarf King, it might take me some effort to win. Unfortunately, you have dispersed the power of your King's Soul too much."

"Will Surtr like this gift?" the Goddess murmured softly to herself, her long, flowing silver hair turning a pale gold color due to the excess of divine power.

"I don't know, but she'll definitely need it."

The Goddess turned around, and behind her, her knights had just finished off the last guard of the king.

"Hila." — Her priest and head maid came to her at her call and knelt before her on one knee.

"Your Highness, the cleanup of the Ringed City is nearing completion. There may be a few remnants left in the outer ring, but they won't last long." The head maid, named Hila, had a beautiful face and a clear, fervent voice. "What is our next target?"

"Strengthen the city's defenses and rectify internal affairs. At the same time, prepare the Knights and the army."

The Goddess spoke softly, her demeanor noble and natural. "The fire is waning, and the Ringed City will soon be close to Middle Land. While fulfilling my duties as a wife, I must also fulfill my divine duty—to march on Anor Londo. I want to see just how frail my brother has become that the First Flame has weakened so much."

As she left, a black dragon descended from the sky—the dragon bowed its head obediently before her, allowing her to reach out and stroke it.

She then climbed onto the dragon's spine.

"Before you're all ready, I need to visit my runaway brother. I'll ask him for a dowry, and also ask him—"

"Why do you ignore the turmoil in the world?"

Dragon wings flapped.

The next moment, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, the Goddess riding the dragon disappeared into the horizon.

Chapter 183 Jump down, you might die.

Meanwhile, in the temporary temple of the City of Sin.

Faced with Kal'tsit's questioning and the current situation that even she herself didn't quite understand, Miss Surtr's response was simple and clear.

She simply stretched out her hand quietly in front of her.

"Laevateinn!"

With a soft shout, Kal'tsit was so startled that she instinctively covered her head—this lynx had witnessed the same scene countless times in the past, and she knew very well what the result would be if the same effect were to happen to her.