Village Head's Debauchery - Chapter 1294

Chapter 1294: Lyra Vs Aurthorn, The Spiral Crossing Monarch (2), The Death Of A Viscount-Ranked Spirit Beast
But Lyra’s hair broke free from their restraints and surged to meet the attack head-on.

Then, unexpectedly, the antlers tore open a rupture in space and vanished, reappearing around the lounging Lyra, encircling her from every direction. She didn’t move from her position; her hair swiftly wrapped around her body, forming a protective barrier.

The antlers struck her hair with immense force. However, not even a scratch appeared. Then, light gathered at the tips of the antlers and shot forward like a cannon, distorting the space around Lyra with powerful ripples.

Yet it, too, was ineffective.

The wooden prism hidden within his antlers vibrated once more. In the blink of an eye, it vanished, taking Aurthorn with it.

Aurthorn reappeared in an empty space within a squared void. This was an isolated subspace created by his treasure—cut off entirely from the external world. It could be used to hide from terrifying enemies or temporarily seal them until one was prepared to face them.

He knew he was unlikely to trap the unknown woman inside this space, especially since his spatial attacks had proven ineffective. So, instead, he chose to hide himself.

His massive body compressed tightly within the confined space, yet he felt no discomfort. Instead, his body trembled in fear. He couldn’t believe that none of his attacks had worked. Even with the amplified effects of his treasure, the results were the same.

He wasn’t foolish enough to keep testing the rest of his abilities when several had already failed, so he chose to retreat for the time being. Fortunately, the isolated subspace allowed him to observe the outside world as if he were still in his original position.

“How did the base miss the fact that such a formidable figure was residing here? Or am I just incredibly unlucky?” he muttered to himself.

Aurthorn had already guessed that the unknown woman was a divine being. She exuded the same overwhelming aura as the powerful divines he’d encountered in the past. However, he had no idea how powerful she indeed was, and he didn’t intend to find out.

His only goal now was to find a way to escape.

Outside the wooden prism, Lyra frowned as she realized she could no longer sense Aurthorn’s presence. It was as though he had vanished into thin air.

“Do you need help?” Derry’s voice echoed in her ears.

“No, I can handle it alone,” Lyra replied, furrowing her brows in frustration. She was sure the Spirit Beast was still within the sealed area.

If he had escaped, Derry would have informed her.

‘This is a task my darling entrusted only to me. I can’t mess it up,’ Lyra thought.

“Alright, if you say so, dear,” Derry’s voice replied with a faint chuckle.

Lyra gritted her teeth and decided to wait. She didn’t know what technique Aurthorn had used to vanish from her divine senses, but since he was still within the vicinity, he would eventually reappear.

All she needed to do was be patient.

Two days later…

Within the isolated subspace, Aurthorn sensed a slight disturbance in the surrounding energy. He knew his time was up as the space would soon collapse, and the treasure would forcibly expel him.

His only hope of escaping the unknown woman who had been patiently waiting for him to emerge was to find a way to delay for ten seconds before he could activate the treasure’s abilities once more.

In the next instant, his vision twisted, and he found himself back in his previous position.

Just as he was about to speak, countless strands of crimson hair bound his body. No matter how hard he tried to activate escape, he couldn’t. The hair tightened around his body, crushing his horns and legs.

“No!” Aurthorn screamed, sensing that his treasure had been snatched away by the hair. His mouth was swiftly sealed, silencing him completely. His entire body was crushed, breaking apart into countless particles of light that vanished into the surroundings.

On the other side, Lyra couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. For the past two days, she had to endure Derry’s constant sarcastic remarks about seeking Ilse’s help because she was one of the few beings in their camp with a deep understanding of the Space Law.

But Lyra had wanted to handle this task alone, so she simply stayed silent and waited patiently. Now that Aurthorn had finally been killed, she felt at ease.

‘What a tricky opponent,’ Lyra thought. She realized that dealing with Spirit Beasts who had comprehended the Laws of the Spirit Realm—laws equivalent to those of the universe in the Material Realm—was far trickier to handle, even for a divine being.

She retrieved the wooden prism and examined it closely. “Hopefully, this will make up for the time wasted,” she muttered.

She could sense the unique Spirit Space Law imbued within the treasure and immediately understood its value. It was best to hand it over to Orion and let Ilse or one of the other two ancient goddesses take a look at it, as they likely possessed a more profound knowledge of such artefacts.

She tucked the treasure back into her hair, storing it away.

The black sphere fizzled out of existence, and Derry reappeared before her.

“Well, you took your time,” Derry said. “If you need help explaining—” she began, only to be cut off.

“We have already wasted enough time. Let’s get going. I have a gift for my darling,” Lyra said before soaring swiftly into the distance.

Derry’s lips twitched before she snorted. Since she had also played a significant role in the mission, the gift might as well be from both of them.

The moment that thought crossed her mind, she smiled and vanished into the air.

A calm breeze stirred beside Lyra in the distance.

…

Elsewhere, a man with long platinum hair and eyes that looked as though they were forged with fire was rapidly observing mirror-like screens, each showing myriad scenes across the Spirit Realm.

Suddenly, he stopped. His brows furrowed before his expression turned to shock. He pulled a scroll from beside him and unfurled it wide.

The scroll floated into the air and expanded, its pages multiplying and coiling around him endlessly—so vast that they even reached the ceiling.

On the scroll were countless tiny luminous threads, each carrying its own unique aura.

These were the life brands of all beings who had pledged loyalty to the Celestial Spirit Court. Should one choose to betray the Court or attempt to flee, their life brand would be severed, an act tantamount to permanent death.

Creating and maintaining each life brand was a tremendous effort, and to avoid wasting resources, only Aristocrat-ranked Spirits and above were granted them.

Yes, the scroll held no life brands of Knight-ranked Spirit Beasts or lower. Though their strength wasn’t insignificant, in the grand scheme of the Spirit Realm’s hierarchy, their power was negligible.

They were fit only for miscellaneous tasks or to serve as cannon fodder.

This method was one of the foundational pillars of the Celestial Spirit Court, guaranteeing their stability within the dangerous Middle Layer of the Spirit Realm. However, at this moment, the life brand of a respected Viscount-ranked Spirit Beast had been snuffed out.

The man focused on the aura, and instantly, information about the Spirit Beast flowed into his mind.

As he processed the data, his eyes widened, and his expression twisted into extreme shock.

“No, this can’t be…” he muttered. He pushed the scroll’s pages away from his sight, and with a thought, a mirror-like surface appeared before him.

The scenes on the screen shifted rapidly, changing countless times before settling on one. On the screen was Aurthorn, the Spiral Crossing Monarch. A revered 12,000-year-old Viscount-ranked Spirit Beast, gifted with unique space-related abilities.

He had been dispatched to deal with the rebellion across the six regions.

The footage showed him halting near one of the Celestial Spirit Court’s regions.

The man furrowed his brows, confused as to why Aurthorn had suddenly stopped when he was still some distance away from the six regions. Still, he chose to observe closely. A being like Aurthorn, who had lived for so long, would never act without reason.

Suddenly, a familiar black sphere emerged out of nowhere, sealing him within it. Then, the screen froze—he could no longer see what transpired inside.

“This…” the man stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence as he stared at the screen for several moments.

It was unbelievable. Had it not only been two days since Viscount Aurthorn was sent to annihilate the rebellion and suppress the threat?

How could a Spirit Beast that had survived for 12,000 years suddenly die in just two days?

Worst of all, they hadn’t sensed anything.

It was well-known that Viscount Aurthorn possessed a Spirit Treasure nurtured by the Spirit Space Law called the ‘Willow Fold Heart’—a Tier 6 Spirit treasure with unique space attributes, including a powerful life-saving ability that allowed its wielder to hide in an isolated realm for 48 hours before being forcefully ejected.