Village Head's Debauchery - Chapter 1290

Chapter 1290: Slaughtering The Celestial Spirit Court Reinforcements
However, reaching this level of strength required far more than just innate talent.

For a Spirit Beast to live this long was proof of their formidability, marking them as individuals who should not be trifled with—especially since she was only a step away from becoming a Baron-ranked Spirit Beast.

Orion couldn’t help but marvel at how powerful the space within the Spirit Realm was. If this battle were taking place in the Material World, a 7th Order Demigod would already possess the power to tear apart the fabric of space, capable of shattering a continental plate.

If such destruction continued over time, it could even fracture a small world with a radius of 7,000 miles (11,265 kilometres). A 6th Order Demigod could obliterate it entirely. Because of this, divine beings had to restrain themselves when fighting to avoid catastrophic environmental damage. That’s why they had to create a Mirror Realm to contain the slightest ripple of their power and prevent it from spilling into the real world.

However, that wasn’t the case in the Spirit Realm.

No matter how intense the battle grew, their surroundings trembled, yet the space remained firm and stable. Orion had tested it himself and found the same result. This realization alone was enough for him to understand that the being responsible for creating the Spirit Realm was unfathomably powerful.

However, it also left him perplexed—why would such a being choose to vanish, especially with the sudden influx of races and divine beings freely entering and exiting the Spirit Realm as they pleased?

No one could enter Paradise without his authority, or the Twelve Step Stairs, nor with General Reynold and Oberon guarding it.

The mystery surrounding these events only deepened Orion’s curiosity, making him even more determined to uncover the truth.

After two hours, the battle reached its climax.

“It seems that they need our help in the end,” Orion muttered, watching as J’garin and Zymera were slowly being pushed back.

Zymera had managed to kill the Venomous Razor-Sharp-toothed Spider, but only by sacrificing one of her other selves and merging back into her original body. This act drained her strength in the process.

They had already predicted this outcome after assessing the Celestial Spirit Court’s reinforcements. The fact that Zymera and J’garin had lasted this long was already commendable. Since they had done their best, there was no other choice but to step in.

“Are they ready?” Orion asked, turning to his mother, who stood beside him.

“Yes. All the Prismerion Divine Apostles have been placed in a sealed, comfortable confinement that guarantees their safety and allows them to be easily transported until they awaken,” Celeste’s clone responded with a smile.

Even though it was just a clone, the fact that she could accompany Orion on one of his adventures was enough to thrill her and the original Celeste for months. The clone would instantly transmit its experiences to the original body, allowing Celeste to relive everything as though she had been there herself.

This was the power of Celeste’s gift—her ability to mould anything within her imagination and, with her divinity, grant it life. Like a creator, she was connected to her creations and could even transfer authority over them to another.

“Okay. Hand them over to Ursa. She’s the fastest among us. Once Anara and the others are ready, we’ll move swiftly,” Orion responded.

“Is that safe?” Celeste asked curiously.

Ilse, Zera, and the others, who had been listening in, also looked on with curiosity.

“I don’t know. We’ll have to wait and see,” Orion replied.

During the elimination of the Celestial Spirit Court forces, they had taken a few unconscious Prismerion Divine Apostles with them to test whether their crests would still react while they were asleep. Surprisingly, they did.

To avoid any unpredictable situations, they swiftly eliminated the most formidable Spirit Beasts before rounding up the weaker ones and feeding them to their crests. The only downside was that it left them uncertain about how long it would take for the Apostles to awaken.

If they were desperate, they could return to Paradise and test whether they could hasten the process using the law of time.

The Celestial Spirit Court reinforcements were also fair game.

Once they dispatched the Aristocrat-ranked Spirit Beasts, they could swiftly round up the Knight-ranked Spirit Beasts and allow the Prismerion Divine Apostles to consume them.

…

In the area where J’garin and Mirthal were engaged in direct combat, each collision caused the rocky plain beneath them to overturn and scorch, with some parts sinking deeply into the earth.

Suddenly, J’garin distanced himself from his opponent. Two of his wings and a limb had been torn away, and the only reason he had survived up until now was due to his unique abilities.

If he engaged the Night Leviathan Koi Fish in direct combat for another round, he would likely sustain even more injuries, severely limiting his combat abilities and putting him at a significant disadvantage.

“As I thought, your abilities are only suited for running. If you had chosen to flee, I wouldn’t have been able to catch up to you. But the fact that you’re still here… What are your ties to the Floating Frost Valley? If your demands are reasonable, I can negotiate with the Celestial Spirit Court and have you become my subordinate,” Mirthal said, gazing at J’garin.

“Although I’m certain you would be a delicacy to consume, you are much more valuable alive with your abilities.” Though she had sustained some injuries, they were minimal compared to her opponent’s.

Just as she was about to continue speaking, she suddenly froze, unable to move.

J’garin swiftly noticed the strange occurrence and looked at Mirthal with a heavy frown. “What’s going on? Is someone else here?” He spread his supernatural senses, but he didn’t detect anyone within hundreds of miles except for a few fleeing Spirit Beasts.

However, he knew that what he was witnessing was real.

‘Has he finally acted?’ J’garin thought, turning toward the direction of the White Winged Gryphons’ territorial home, where Orion and his group were stationed.

Before the war began, they had informed him that they would step in to rescue them if the situation became dire and they were unable to defeat their opponents.

Despite Zymera’s warnings and the oppressive aura they exuded, he had never witnessed their strength firsthand, making him curious about their capabilities. This was also one of the reasons he had continuously fled and widened the distance between himself and his opponent after realizing he couldn’t defeat her directly.

However, seeing the enemy who had once oppressed him suddenly frozen in midair, J’garin didn’t know how to feel—he had no idea what had just transpired.

Suddenly, a voice emerged from the wind around him, causing the atmosphere to tremble.

“What are you standing around for? Kill her and consume her! If you hesitate, I will eliminate her myself!” The tone was commanding and resonated in his ears, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

Without hesitation, J’garin launched several large spikes from his wings with enough force to pierce through Mirthal’s skin. Then, covering his entire body in a hardened icy layer, he charged forward, his jaws widened before clamping down on her neck.

On the other side, Mirthal failed to register what had just occurred until she heard the voice resonating in the air. Her body trembled in fear, and she wanted to plead for her life. However, she couldn’t speak.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, the panther had already sunk its teeth into her. In an instant, her body became encased in a layer of icy frost, making her cold and dizzy. As she felt her consciousness slipping away, she realized, too late, that she was dying.

Her body disintegrated into countless specks of light and was absorbed into J’garin.

J’garin stared blankly at the empty space before him. After becoming a Baron-ranked Spirit Beast, he learned firsthand how powerful they were and how much one needed to sacrifice in order to kill a Baron-ranked Spirit Beast like Mirthal. And yet, she had been defeated just like that!

It was far less spectacular than he had expected.

Fear crept into his heart, and his skin crawled as he realized that he, too, could be killed just as quickly.

“Thank you for your help,” J’garin said, his voice filled with gratitude. He swiftly regained his composure and bowed toward the empty space before him.

“Don’t mention it. Regroup with Zymera. The battle will be ending soon,” the voice commanded before vanishing into thin air.

J’garin wanted to ask about the remaining Knight-ranked beasts, but upon recalling how effortlessly the Baron-ranked Spirit Beast had been killed, he hesitated. Instead, he nodded and swiftly turned around, flying into the distance.

Meanwhile, in another area, Zymera watched as countless specks of light vanished into her being. One moment, she had been locked in battle against four formidable Aristocrat-ranked Spirit Beasts; the next, they had all frozen in place, and a familiar voice had instructed her to eliminate them swiftly.