When the Molotov cocktail reached its highest point, it quickly began to fall.
Its landing point was precisely where Clara and Svarog were standing.
Svarog’s computational abilities were excellent, and it quickly calculated the trajectory of the projectile.
It was about to take Clara and dodge.
But at that moment, an indifferent voice rang out from all directions.
“What?
Have I not killed enough people, making you think I’m merciful?” The voice didn’t sound particularly loud, yet it reached the ears of everyone present.
It even echoed through the hollow stone walls.
As for the Molotov cocktail in midair, before it could even reach the ground, someone grabbed it with one hand.
Bang!
The bottle was crushed.
The scattered flames instantly went out.
The crowd’s attention shifted away from the Molotov cocktail, and only then did they clearly see the figure standing in midair.
It was none other than the new Supreme Guardian— Lucian!
And in Lucian’s arms was a little girl wearing red clothes with white hair.
“Clara, we meet again.” Lucian turned his head and looked at the little girl in his arms.
Her snow-white hair was exceptionally beautiful, complementing her red eyes and giving her a distinctive appearance.
Although she was only a little girl, there was a remarkable clarity in her eyes that seemed beyond her years.
Her face was fair and delicate, and she looked especially vulnerable at such close range.
Lucian held her securely in his arms, making her look particularly small and delicate.
“It’s you, Mr.
Lucian.
You came to save me again.” Clara’s voice was soft and reserved.
Like a shy little rabbit.
The last time she had been chased by Fragmentum creatures, it was Lucian who had saved her and taken her home.
This time, when she encountered an even greater crisis, Lucian had once again appeared before her.
The moment Clara saw Mr.
Lucian, the anxiety in her heart immediately disappeared.
It was as though, as long as Mr.
Lucian was there, every problem could be solved.
Just like Mr.
Svarog, he gave her a sense of security.
“Mr.
Lucian, we didn’t steal the Geomarrow.
We really didn’t.” Clara desperately tried to explain, hoping Lucian would believe her.
Lucian raised one finger and gently placed it against Clara’s lips, stopping her explanation.
“I know.
I know everything.” At that moment, Svarog’s eyes were wide as it scanned the area around Clara.
It immediately turned its head.
There was no one beside it anymore.
“Clara?” Where had his Clara gone?
Svarog raised its head again and simply stared blankly at Clara.
In Svarog’s eyes, Clara was more important than the continuation of human civilization itself.
And this was Lucian.
If someone else had tried to take Clara away, Svarog would have gone berserk and activated its cleansing protocol.
“Supreme Guardian!
Those robots stole the Geomarrow!” “Lord Supreme Guardian, please punish Svarog severely!” “Supreme Guardian, these robots are criminals obstructing the new world!
They must all be eliminated!
Otherwise, they’ll become a disaster!” “You saved everyone, but these robots don’t know how to be grateful.
They stole the Geomarrow and are trying to oppose you!
We couldn’t stand by and watch, so we wanted to deal with these villains for you!” The moment the crowd saw Lucian, they immediately seemed to have found their backbone.
They began shouting toward him one after another.
The five instigators in particular were even more aggressive, their words grandiose and every sentence overflowing with supposedly heartfelt loyalty.
If this had been an ordinary leader, they might have been forced to handle the situation leniently.
After all, two thousand people was no small number, and the situation had not yet reached the point of no return.
Turning a major incident into a minor one would naturally have been the best choice.
But Lucian was different.
He understood the story.
He understood Svarog.
Naturally, he also knew exactly who was right and who was wrong.
“I saved you so that you could keep your strength and use it to tell me what to do?” Lucian spoke coldly.
An invisible pressure gradually descended.
“Answer me!” BOOM!!!!!!!
As Lucian emphasized the final word, an overwhelming pressure instantly poured down upon everyone present.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Everyone’s legs trembled under the pressure, and they were forced directly to their knees.
“Damn it, why are even we…” Seele had only just reunited with Natasha.
She hadn’t even exchanged a few words with her before she suffered this completely undeserved disaster.
A weight as heavy as a mountain descended upon her, making her legs tremble violently.
In the end, she could no longer support herself.
She dropped to both knees and braced herself against the ground with both hands.
It wasn’t just Seele.
Natasha, Oleg, Luka, Sampo, Svarog…
Good or bad, everyone present was affected.
There wasn’t a single person who could remain standing.
“Even the people trying to stop the fight are caught up in this…
I…” Oleg felt that even complaining had become difficult.
“Too strong…
Is this what an idol is like…?” Luka grinned from ear to ear, clearly excited.
“This is probably only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Lucian’s strength…” Natasha felt a lingering sense of fear.
Fortunately, she hadn’t harbored any ulterior motives.
Otherwise, she would have dragged Wildfire straight into the abyss.
“Insufficient combat power…
Peace Protocol activated…
Evaluating variables…” Svarog knelt on one knee.
Its control unit continuously calculated data as it muttered to itself.
“I knew I shouldn’t have come to join the fun…” Sampo simply lay flat on the ground.
There was no way he could stand anyway, and kneeling was far too embarrassing.
Although he joked on the surface, his heart was filled with shock.
He never expected…
Lucian was actually an Emanator!
The first time Sampo saw Lucian and witnessed him displaying such overwhelming power, he had only seemed close to the level of an Emanator, so Sampo had assumed that Lucian was simply at the pinnacle of the Pathstriders.
But now that he was personally experiencing this vast Imaginary pressure…
What the hell could he be if not an Emanator?
The fact that Lucian hadn’t crushed all of them to death already meant that he was showing them mercy.
Sampo himself had once been a renowned Masked Fool and had dealt with several Emanators before.
But he had discovered that this Emanator of Abundance seemed to have received quite a bit of Yaoshi’s favor.
In any case…
He couldn’t beat him…
So he’d better cling to a powerful ally…
(End of Chapter) [Thanks for Reading!]