Wings of the Goddess

Inside a dark house on Ralastville Street in the Backlund Bridge Borough.

Rian Thomas, covered in sweat, put down his stethoscope.

"The child's development is normal, but I can't hear his heartbeat."

Having been an obstetrician for over a decade, he had seen all sorts of pregnant women, but this was the first time he had ever witnessed anything like it. A man was carrying a child! Apart from the gender, all his signs were consistent with the normal state of a pregnant woman!

What he was seeing was violently impacting his understanding as a doctor.

"You can't hear it, that's because my child is very smart and actively controlled his heart."

Across from him, Lanevus stroked his belly, saying with a mixture of loving tenderness and Distortion, "Because He is the offspring of God, even the faintest heartbeat can drive an ordinary person insane. You are still useful to us, you can't go insane like this."

Lanevus's eyes were bloodshot and his face wore a maniacal smile.

As if in response to his words, a bulge appeared on the surface of his protruding belly, touching his palm.

Goddess, please save me!

Rian felt like everything was going crazy; his stomach churned violently, and he almost vomited on the spot.

It was nighttime, and besides them, many indifferent women stood in the room. Their abdomens bore gruesome wounds, as if they had once carried something and then had it burst out of their bodies.

A strong stench of blood and rotting corpses filled the air.

Even so, they still moved like living people, as if they were manipulated Flesh Puppet. Rian had seen these women dress up to cover their wounds and then go out into the streets to lure drunkards here, making them Lanevus's food.

The thought of Lanevus devouring living people and feeding his unborn child finally made Rian unable to hold back any longer, and he ran to a corner to vomit.

"How filthy."

"Lanevus said softly."

He casually waved his hand, and several women walked over, grabbed Rian, and forcibly pulled him back to them.

"When can I have a C-section?"

He asked Rian.

"In a few more days."

"I said with fear," Rian said.

Actually, the other person was in good condition and could have surgery right now. But he still wanted to delay. Because it was obvious that once he was no longer useful, he would become nourishment for the other person, just like those drunkards.

Lanevus smiled at him, then tilted his ear as if Listening something.

My child says you're lying.

He said calmly.

"Sizzle."

"Aaaaaah!"

The Flesh Servant's fingernails pierced the skin of Rian's neck, and blood flowed down his neck. He cried out in terror, "Almost there! Almost there!"

That's more like it.

Lanevus laughed. Soon, the women pushed over a surgical cart, on which various scalpels gleamed. He himself lay down directly on the bed, seemingly not wanting to delay a moment longer.

"Child, are you happy? You are about to be born into this world."

Lanevus touched his belly and murmured softly.

"Our interests are aligned. You don't want to become a consumable tool for your father's God Descent, and I don't want to die because of it. We've already escaped the control of your father's men, and now we're trying to escape our predetermined Fate by having you born prematurely. You need to try your best to control yourself, at least until the doctor takes you out, don't kill him, okay?"

His face was filled with compassion as he spoke to the Divine Scion within his womb.

"Um, anesthesia."

Rian gripped the scalpel, trembling with nervousness.

"Enough with the chit-chat, let's get started."

"Lanevus said."

Rian paused, gritted his teeth, drew a line on Lanevus's protruding belly, and then raised the scalpel.

However, before his knife could make its horizontal cut, the obese man seemed to have heard something, suddenly got up, jumped off the bed, and nimbly darted to the window.

Lanevus peered out the window, his expression gradually turning crazed Distortion.

"It's them! They've come! They want to kill my child!"

The scream was piercing and sharp, crashing into Rian's brain. His vision went white immediately, and then he lost consciousness, knowing nothing more.

On Ralastville Street.

Late at night, the bars on this street are bustling with activity. Workers who have been busy all day carelessly exchange their hard-earned money for cheap, low-quality drinks to numb their minds and bodies.

An Airship silently sailed down from the sky and hovered above. Its black paint allowed it to blend perfectly into the night, making it difficult to spot even if someone looked up without careful observation.

From a distant clock tower, Luther and Klein observed from the shadows.

From this vantage point, they could see what was happening on the street from above without being affected.

"The Nighthawks have finally arrived."

Luther said, looking at the Airship above with great interest.

For some reason, Roselle didn't develop an oil industry or internal combustion engines in this world; its current air power consists of slow-moving, massive Airship. However, judging from its alloy-supported hull and the machine guns and cannons extending from its interior, its firepower and defense are quite impressive.

Four or five figures dressed in black coats emerged from the end of the dimly lit street. They were silent and each held some peculiar objects in their hands. A bright red glint stood out against the Evernight —it was the color of their gloves.

"Red Gloves!"

The elite force among the Nighthawks!

Inside the bar, the revelry continued. The patrons were still drinking and boasting loudly, seemingly oblivious to the people around them.

Among the four or five people in Red Gloves, the leader was a tall woman. She wore a black robe and had a calm and composed gaze. Her skin was slightly dark, and her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded down from her hood, falling to her chest.

It is worth noting that one of her sleeves appeared particularly wide, and that arm did not swing while she was walking.

On either side of her, several people in Red Gloves walked cautiously forward.

Among them, one man was handsome with black hair and green eyes, exuding the air of a free-spirited poet; the other woman wore a mysterious black robe and had strange blue eye makeup, making her look mysterious and eye-catching.

"Those two people look like Leonard and Miss Daly?"

"They've joined the Red Gloves?" Klein exclaimed in surprise from a distance.

Luther remained silent, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He was also surprised to see the two of them there. However, at this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if some danger was approaching.

"Your Grace, Your Excellency of the Wings of the Goddess, this is the place."

Leonard, who was at the scene, was unaware that he had been recognized by his old colleague and was still reporting to the tall lady who was leading the team.

He had just returned to Backlund after finishing his Red Gloves training when he heard about this case that was related to his past, and he applied to join. Daly was in the same situation.

In the original work, the reason Leonard and Daly were not arranged to kill Lanevus was because they had a grudge against each other and were afraid of acting on their emotions.

In this article, Lanevus does not have any direct hatred towards them.