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Chapter 208: Traces of the Heretic God
🕑 Added 2025-05-10 15:30:02 +0000 UTC
"You!"
Erica glared at Blake angrily. This guy dared to say such things to her!
Even Liliana and Yuri were stunned, as though they were seeing another side of Blake.
"To think you’d look at me that way. And, taking Liliana and Yuri out? Could it be that you’re some sort of loli-loving pervert?"
After taking a deep breath and regaining her composure, Erica taunted him with a smirk.
"I’m no loli lover, and at the very least, I can’t be one when it comes to you."
Glancing at Erica, Blake replied indifferently.
While Erica might be a protagonist in her own right, Blake didn’t care whether she held such a title. He wouldn’t go out of his way to please someone just because they were a protagonist. If he wanted to build a harem, he would only pursue those he genuinely liked—even if they were just side characters.
"...!"
Hearing this, Erica froze again, her face filled with a mix of anger and frustration. Throughout her life, people had always treated her warmly. Even precocious boys had confessed their love for her numerous times, though she had no interest in them. Her talents were among the best, earning her the title of prodigy alongside Liliana.
However, in front of Blake, it seemed as though her charm was utterly ineffective.
"It’s getting late. Let’s go, Liliana, Yuri."
Glancing at Erica, who was lost in her thoughts, Blake shook his head and continued walking, passing right by her. Erica’s current personality was simply unappealing. While he had initially considered recruiting her as a knight, her attitude made him think twice for now.
"Erica, set aside your arrogance and pride. Otherwise, you’ll never see the bigger picture."
After glancing at Blake’s retreating figure, Liliana sternly left these words before following him and Yuri.
"My arrogance and pride..."
Hearing this, Erica stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the backs of the three as a hollow feeling settled in her chest. For some reason, she felt as though she had just lost something very important.
"Hmph, who wants to go shopping with you anyway?"
Finally, Erica huffed and returned to the Bronze Black Cross. Strangely irritated, she no longer felt like going out.
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Time passed quietly, and half a month went by in the blink of an eye.
During this time, Blake spent most of his days with Liliana and Yuri. Sometimes, he would chat and read books with Yuri; other times, he would teach Liliana swordsmanship. This led Diana to harbor a quiet hope: that once Blake became a Campione, Liliana might become his chief knight.
If Liliana could become the chief knight of Blake—the strongest Campione in the future—it would bring unimaginable benefits to the Bronze Black Cross, allowing them to surpass other factions, especially their old rival, the Copper Black Cross.
It’s worth mentioning that, after the other faction leaders left, Erica did not choose to leave. Instead, she decided to stay at the Bronze Black Cross.
However, Erica did not say much to Blake. Instead, she spent her free time with Liliana and tried to strengthen her relationship with Yuri. When Blake was teaching Liliana swordsmanship, Erica merely observed from a distance without speaking.
Erica’s unusually quiet behavior left everyone puzzled, as they couldn’t figure out what she was planning.
That afternoon, after Blake finished teaching Liliana, Diana brought startling news: they had located the trace of a Heretic God, and it was an exceptionally powerful one.
In the familiar meeting room, everyone sat in the same arrangement as half a month ago, casting worried glances at Blake and Doni.
Over the past two weeks, they had worked tirelessly to locate a Heretic God, and they finally found one. However, this Heretic God was too powerful and might bring about a catastrophic disaster on a global scale.
“Tell me, which Heretic God have you found traces of? It must be quite strong,” Blake asked with a hint of anticipation. Judging by everyone’s expressions, this Heretic God should be no ordinary foe. However, that was perfect for him!
“Lord Blake, please take a look at this picture first,” Paolo stood up, gestured, and activated the screen in the meeting room. The large monitor at the front also lit up.
As Paolo spoke, Blake looked up at the screen.
The image displayed the vast blue ocean, with rolling waves that were both majestic and beautiful. But that wasn’t the main point. Beneath the surface of the water was a massive shadow, estimated to be at least thirty meters in length.
“A whale?” Blake’s crystal blue eyes flickered as he asked with some doubt. A sea creature of this size could only be a blue whale.
“No, it’s a dolphin. To be precise, it’s a sacred beast dolphin. It appeared in the Aegean Sea not long ago and sank a cruise ship,” Paolo quickly explained.
“A sacred beast dolphin? What does that have to do with a Heretic God?” Doni asked, frowning. Meanwhile, Blake’s eyes narrowed slightly as a gleam of understanding flashed across them, as if he had pieced something together.
“This dolphin serves as the medium for the descent of the Heretic God Poseidon,” Paolo said with a bitter smile.
These words left Doni stunned for a moment before a surge of overwhelming battle intent erupted from him.
As for Blake, his expression revealed that this was precisely what he had expected.
“Are you serious...?” Doni asked, his interest clearly piqued.
“Yes, after researching numerous records, we confirmed this information,” Paolo replied with a helpless expression. Internally, he was filled with worry. If it were up to him, he would avoid provoking this High God at all costs, as it was far too dangerous. However, this was the only lead they had. As for weaker Heretic Gods, there were no traces of them at all.
They could have kept this a secret, but no one could guarantee that someone among them wouldn’t leak the information. In that case, those who withheld the news would face severe consequences. After all, dealing with a troublemaker like the King of Swords was already a headache, let alone someone even more mysterious and unpredictable.
