Village Head's Debauchery

Knight Darian and the others, watching this scene, were left with their mouths wide open in shock and disbelief.

Tainteds were fighting against tainteds!

They were completely ignoring their presence.

'Wait a minute,' Knight Darain thought, noticing something strange about the hordes of tainted.

The tainted looked strange. Rather than a grotesque appearance, it was a winged, headless humanoid with inky black body parts that seemed roughly merged. Unlike the others, they didn't have the pale, mixed skin tones typical of tainted.

The other groups also noticed the arrival of the tainted hordes. Initially, they were similarly shocked and afraid and attempted to flee. However, as the unbelievable scene unfolded, with the new tainteds attacking those surrounding them, they halted in their positions.

These tainted all possessed wings and had a more symmetrical, less grotesque body structure. They were still bizarre to look at, but not in the disgustingly strange way the others were.

From a distance, the king, now battered and bruised from the whirlpool of scorching inky- black flames, snapped out of his thoughts and seized the opportunity to flee. Despite the situation's strangeness, the tainted hordes were still tainted, so wouldn't they attack them next if they remained in the area?

He ordered, "RETREAT AS FAST AS YOU CAN!" Looking around, he realized he was in better condition than others despite being terribly poisoned and injured. He shifted his attention to his commanders.

Fortunately, they had managed to survive the deadly fiery whirlpool from protecting him. They were still conscious and able to move.

One commander supported his unconscious fellow, who had sustained severe injuries. After checking her condition, he confirmed she was alive and needed immediate treatment to recover.

The king led the way forward. The remaining soldiers, who had narrowly escaped death, began retreating from the battlefield.

Moments later, the other groups realized the same and decided to flee as well.

As expected, the hordes of tainted soon chased after them. However, rather than attacking, they blocked their path.

Knight Darain frowned, observing the inexplicable scene. As he searched for another escape route, his eyes caught sight of something in the distance.

"What's that...?" Knight Darain said breathlessly.

The bizarre tainteds were clearing the area, making way for what appeared to be a group of strange individuals heading toward them.

The sudden change was so dramatic that the others also took notice. They immediately assumed a defensive stance, their faces showing worry, fear, and uncertainty.

As Fifi controlled the sphere of water forward, the others took in their surroundings. Upon arriving, they noticed an ongoing battle between three groups and numerous Vylkr spawns, all of which shared strange features linked to the various sides. They realized it wasn't just the Prismerions-they had also encountered other races.

Regardless, Orion and the others were relieved to have encountered living races within the pocket dimension, although they seemed to be in conflict and danger.

Orion even spotted the enormous Vylkr spawn that had attacked the Morphic Puppet previously.

They decided to take this chance to help and make their presence less threatening by assisting.

From within the sphere of water, Aurora cast her divine skill.

Eternal Chaos Legion!

Countless, formidable, headless, winged spawns surged forward, eliminating the Vylkr spawns one by one.

Witnessing the various groups use the opportunity to escape, she quickly utilized her spawns to block their paths, preventing them from fleeing. Then, she commanded her other spawns to clear a path forward for them.

Fifi controlled the water sphere, revealing their presence.

"As expected, they don't seem too welcoming," Brane said, narrowing his eyes at the three groups as they assumed a defensive formation when they became aware of them.

"That makes things easier for us. It would have been more suspicious if they were welcoming," Orion replied.

Brane nodded, watching the groups intently.

He wasn't the only one who observed the groups closely. Zara and Fifi studied the humans and nymphs, noting their strange appearances, especially the tiny luminescent gills on both sides of their necks.

This would have made them doubt their race's identity if they weren't also human. The tree nymphs looked far fiercer than those they were familiar with in Paradise, and there were other individuals with icy features beside them.

Meanwhile, Iris focused on the other races with varying lower body parts, beastly humanoids and the Prismerion side. Her gaze was fixed on a bulky individual with a crown on his head, who looked at them tremblingly.

She also noticed the charred Prismerion beside him, who carried a severely injured half-tailed woman in his arms. He trembled under her gaze, his eyes dropping when their gazes met.

Orion and Aurora swept their eyes across the groups, taking in everyone's appearances, contrasting sharply with those in Paradise. They wore pondering expressions.

The groups had been pushed back to the extent that they were now close to one another. Those who had chosen to fight for their lives and went through the horde of winged spawns realized their formidable strength just before they were pushed back.

Meanwhile, those attempting to sacrifice themselves were suppressed. Fortunately, Aurora maintained total control over her spawns, so they were not hurt.

Soon, they reached the centre of each group.

"Should I heal them?" Aurora asked, glancing at Orion.

"Not yet," Orion replied.

While he knew that Aurora could restore them to total health, he was against the idea of immediately healing multiple groups of varying races who had just fought against each other. After all, If someone were to enter Paradise while at war with multiple opponents and halt the battle to heal the injured and their enemies, the outcome would be complicated. Not only would the newcomers be cautious, uncertain, and curious about his abilities, but they would also be irritated.

This could lead to malice and create a barrier that would make communication much more

difficult.

It was better to speak with them in such a vulnerable state, understand the ongoing situation within the pocket dimension, and then heal them slowly.

This way, even if they remained cautious, they would have already gained a foothold in their

hearts.

Aurora nodded, understanding Orion's intentions.

Orion stepped forward, leaving the water sphere barrier and entering the water.

Although he possessed the strength to withstand the water pressure and remain underwater for as long as he wanted, moving as though he was on land with only a barely noticeable reduction in some of his techniques-especially those that counteracted with water-he found the experience mentally uncomfortable.

He would instead remain within Fifi's water sphere. However, to make the group before him lower their guards even slightly, he stepped forward, distancing himself somewhat from the

others.

Aurora followed beside him.

Forming a thin protective layer around himself, using Celestial energy to move more freely,

Orion spoke, "I and my companions were passing by when we heard the sounds of battle and decided to investigate what was happening. Fortunately, we arrived just in time, before the situation worsened."

He noticed their sceptical expressions, which showed they didn't believe his words. It was understandable, considering their current location. However, Orion remained undeterred, especially since it was all he had to work with.

After all, he couldn't tell them, 'We came from outside this pocket dimension to see if we might uncover anything about a psychopathic god who is probably the reason for the mess

you are facing.'

Despite their strength, it was better to be cautious since they didn't know if the groups knew

or worshipped Naka as they once did.

Instead, Orion continued, "I would like to speak with the leaders of each group." His

expression was serious.

The tension within the water grew heavy. Despite receiving no response, Orion maintained a

calm expression and made no movements.

The silence stretched.

Sensing their hesitation, Orion said, "There is no reason to be afraid. We are not here to fight

or take sides. If we wanted to attack, we would have done so already and wouldn't need to reveal ourselves before every single one of you was eliminated."

He pointed toward the headless winged spawns, circling them protectively and attacking and shielding them from any Vylkr spawns in the surroundings.

"But instead, we stepped in to assist, especially since some of you appear to be fellow members of our race."

This time, after Orion finished speaking, a man with a bulky stature, adorned in a battered and

bloody breastplate and pauldrons that looked no different from those of the others present, emerged from the mermen and Prismerion side. He had blond hair, and a crown adorned with pale jewels and precious stones sat atop his head.

Orion had seen children from the Crystalforge clan and even ordinary Prismerions create better jewels than these, so he wasn't impressed.

At the same time, a man with black hair, wearing sturdy armour that appeared to be made of Vylkr alloy and wearing a similar protruding breastplate, swam forward from the human side.

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