Mitra Palace.
Arthur IX, wearing the Crown and clad in magnificent robes, stood solemnly in the square with a group of court nobles.
Another group stood at the edge of the square, led by none other than Pope Jupiter III!
Plymouth had been attacked everywhere before, and Mitra Palace was no exception.
A half-mad native demigod, likely half out of control, had charged toward the emperor's residence. Then the Child of Dawnbreak appeared—and after that, there was no after that...
The Child of Dawnbreak, so handsome he scarcely seemed human, swept his calm gaze over those present. His figure vanished as if teleporting, arriving within the seal of the Parliament Building.
The isolation created by the Bell of Mitra Palace had not the slightest effect on Him.
Bang! Bang!
Two shriveled corpses hit the ground. From their deeply wrinkled faces, the contours of Count Rook and General Augustine could vaguely be made out.
"Finally, the main course has appeared! I want to taste... the flavor of a Son of God!"
Sanu was incomparably excited. Tender pink flesh buds sprouted all over his body, and his mouth split all the way to the roots of his ears.
The next moment, the Child of Dawnbreak seized him by the throat and lifted him bodily into the air.
Whoosh!
Pure white flames blazed, reducing him to ashes.
A "Longevity One of the Present World" represented invincibility in the mortal realm!
Yet the Child of Dawnbreak did not leave. Looking into the void, a trace of puzzlement appeared between His brows for the first time.
Countless ashes reassembled, forming the most basic substances of flesh and blood...
The flesh proliferated rapidly, forming another face—Gourmet Sanu!
"Before I've tasted the blood of a Son of God, how can I die?"
He snarled, and countless tentacles