Chapter 1435
Kirieloids: No way! We can't take the blame!
On the side of the Kirieloids
They are gathered together now.
In the dimly lit underground temple, flickering candlelight illuminated a group of figures dressed in black robes, making them appear ghostly. At this time of day, they would usually be conducting some kind of "sacred flame descent ceremony," or plotting how to persuade humans to worship the god Kirielord.
But today, the atmosphere is a little different.
They looked at each other.
Why.
What kind of situation is this?
That bastard Storm One must have gone mad, suddenly taking down several of their strongholds! They're being beaten with rubber batons, called out by the sniffer, not even given a chance to beg for mercy! Right now, a dozen or so of our compatriots are lying outside, undergoing "humanitarian interrogation" in the TPC's medical room—although the Kirieloids don't know what "humanitarian" means, it sounds incredibly painful.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on? That damn Storm One, what's wrong with it? It suddenly went berserk!!!"
The leader stood on the altar, his body trembling with rage beneath his black robes. The scepter in his hand—a staff inlaid with a fiery gem—crunched so hard it nearly shattered.
Silence fell over the room.
The people of Kirielod exchanged glances, none daring to speak first. After all, if they said the wrong thing, their leader's temper was no better than Storm One's; at most, he wouldn't kill them, but he could make them wish they were dead.
"Speak up! Are you mute?!"
The leader slammed his scepter to the ground, and a spark flew from the fire gem, setting the robe of a hapless fellow nearby ablaze. The man frantically tried to extinguish the flames, muttering "Holy fire, holy fire," before being kicked away by the leader.
"leader."
Finally, a Kirieloid standing in the corner timidly raised his hand. His robes were newer than the others, suggesting he was an intelligence analyst.
"Say!"
"Based on my investigation, it's possible, probably."
"Stop talking nonsense! Just say it!!!"
The civilian employee trembled from the shout, his face turning pale. Then, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he spilled all the intelligence:
"Yes! It seems to be the Demon God Aenemina who did it! She used her electromagnetic wave on Storm One! The one that can turn humans into monsters!"
There was a three-second silence on the altar.
Then the leader's scepter fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Grass!!!!!"
The sound was so loud that dust fell from the temple roof. The leader's black robes heaved violently, his face was as white as paper, and the light of the fire gem flickered, reflecting his current mood.
"Is this idiot crazy?!"
The leader grabbed the civilian employee by the collar and lifted him up, their two pale faces almost touching.
"You dare use your skills without even knowing what kind of being you're facing?! Do you even know what Storm One is?! Huh?! Do you know that guy's killing intent is a hundred times more ferocious than Enermina's electromagnetic waves?!"
"I...I don't know."
"You don't know?! Of course you don't know! Because those idiots from another dimension simply don't know!"
The leader threw the civilian staff to the ground and began to rampage across the altar, his black robes billowing like an angry bat.
"Aren't you just giving the enemy a berserk buff?!"
It kicked over the candles on the altar, and the flames set the curtains on fire, but no one dared to put it out.
"Storm One is a killer! He's a monster! You're going to use Berserk Electromagnetic Wave on him?! Are you trying to warm him up?!"
"Chief, perhaps Ayn Rum doesn't know."
"You don't know?! Just because you don't know doesn't mean you can act recklessly?!"
The leader was so angry that his face was contorted, like a crumpled piece of paper.
"Now look what's happened! Storm One had his fun! The Kirieloids got caught in the crossfire! Our stronghold was destroyed! Our compatriots were captured! Our plans are all ruined!"
It turned around abruptly, its eyes scanning the entire area.
"Who's going to talk to Ainengmei?! Who's going to tell her how much trouble she's gotten into?!"
Below was utter silence.
The people of Kirieloid shrank back in unison, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the wall. Should they go tell Aenemy? "You angered Storm One, and now he's taking it out on us"?
Wouldn't the demon tear the person who spoke to pieces?
"Nobody's going?!"
The leader's roar echoed through the temple.
"Who the hell is going?!"
Three seconds of silence followed.
Then a very faint voice drifted out from the corner:
"How about we play dead?" "Play dead?!"
"Just pretend nothing happened. Wait until the storm subsides."
The leader stared at the unfortunate man who had made the suggestion, his eyes like those of someone looking at a dead man.
Then it suddenly laughed.
His smile looked worse than his tears.
"Playing dead. Playing dead is a good idea."
It slowly sat back on the altar, its body under the black robe deflated like a punctured balloon.
"Play dead, everyone. Dismantle all the outposts, scatter all the personnel, and halt all plans. We'll come out again once Storm One's evil aura has dissipated and that idiot Ainengmei has been dealt with."
"Chief, then let our faith spread."
"Spread my ass!"
The leader slammed his scepter to the ground, and the Flame Gem finally shattered, scattering sparks everywhere.
"Spreading faith now is like handing Storm One a target! That guy's just looking for a way to vent his frustrations!"
It raised its head and looked at the relief of the god Kirielod on the temple dome, its eyes filled with a sorrowful look like that of an abandoned young wife.
"God, why don't you show your power and take away Storm One?"
The relief sculpture remains silent.
The people of Kirielold below also remained silent.
Only the overturned candles continued to burn, fueling the flames of the curtain until, with a loud "boom," the entire wall burst into flames.
"Fire! Fire!"
"Run!"
"Holy Flame! Holy Flame!"
The people of Kirielod scattered and fled, their black robes billowing in the firelight like a flock of startled crows.
The leader sat on the altar, motionless.
It watched its temple crumble in flames, watched its plans turn to ashes overnight, and watched the mess that fool named Enemyna had created.
Then it sighed.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!!"
This wail was even more desolate than the roar just now.
Because the leader knew that this matter was not over.
The fury of Storm One will not be extinguished so easily.
And that idiot Ainengmei will be exposed sooner or later.
In that case, the Kirielods will also be caught in the crossfire.
After all, in this universe, of all people to mess with, why mess with Storm One?
That's not just courting death, that's courting masochism.
Moreover, it's the kind of torture where you can neither live nor die.
"Ainenmeena," the leader murmured the name, his head hanging limply, "you're a fucking genius."
The flames engulfed the temple, and with it, the last vestiges of dignity of the Kyrielords.
Meanwhile, in a dimensional rift, Aenemana was curled up in a ball, smoke still rising from the horn-like parts of her shoulders, completely unaware of the huge waves she had stirred up in the universe.
Little did she know that a group of charlatans called the Kirieloids were cursing her ancestors for eighteen generations amidst the flames with the most vicious curses.
Whether demons have ancestors is still a question.
But it is not important.
The important thing is that Storm One's rage is still burning.
What on earth was that idiot thinking?!
Give that bastard Cui Ming a buff!!! (End of Chapter)