Chapter 115
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Chapter 115: The Rebirth of the Valaharl People
“What is this…?”
“It’s so beautiful!”
When the Giant God finally returned to the City of Dimensions, Il’Feline followed the living saint Albert Drake and the Valaharl people as they came out of the underground city.
They were amazed by what they saw!
Giant pillars, from ten to dozens of meters tall, slowly rose from where the Sun Giant God had stayed!
These strange “buildings” seemed alive as they grew fast.
In just a few days, the tallest one reached nearly a hundred meters high!
“Is this… a monument the Giant God left for the soldiers who died in the brutal fight?”
“If so, what a great, kind, and thoughtful god he is.”
Il’Feline slowly knelt, clasping her hands in quiet prayer.
“Huh!?”
“A monument!?”
“Dear sister, don’t be so naive.”
Albert Drake cut off Il’Feline’s prayer.
“The Giant God doesn’t make miracles for no reason. I think he cares more about how useful this thing is than feeling sorry for the dead.”
Albert Drake’s words left The Prophetess confused.
But soon, she understood what they meant.
“Boom—boom—boom—!”
The tallest “pillar tower” stopped growing. Its top slowly opened a huge, cone-shaped “roof,” covering everyone below.
Soon, more “pillar towers” grew to about a hundred meters tall.
They also opened their big cone-shaped “roofs,” one after another, and then…
“Bang—!”
“Boom—!”
Above the roofs, a loud “explosion” sound burst out, and then…
“Whoosh…”
“Ssss…”
Tiny golden lights drifted out from the cone-shaped “roofs.”
They shone like little suns, warming the sad world hurt by chaos, and warming the hearts of people suffering from hard lives and ruin.
“Oh my!”
“So beautiful!”
“Is this… the miracle made by the Giant God!?”
"The Giant God was bringing us hope!"
"Indeed, in this world of despair, hope is more precious than gold!"
The people of the Beltan Ark watched in awe as little suns drifted across the gray sky. They saw these lights drive away the pollution and filth caused by Chaos Energy, bathing the earth in pure radiance.
Perhaps the Beltan forces seemed as amazed as children, yet before such divine wonder, none dared break the solemn mood.
Even the silent Valaharl people lifted their heads, watching the beautiful miracle granted by the Giant God.
Though their masked faces showed nothing, Il’Feline knew these quiet warriors must be rejoicing at the sight.
Just then…
"Thud… thud… thud…"
Heavy boots sounded beside Il’Feline.
She turned to see a Valaharl warrior missing his right arm—her trench comrade from earlier battles.
The Chaos Demon God’s magic had taken that limb.
"Look… isn’t it beautiful?"
Though she never learned his name, Il’Feline held deep respect for the fearless.
That missing arm proved his service to the Giant God.
Yet now, this brave warrior did the unthinkable.
His trembling left hand rose to his mask, then…
"Swish…"
He slowly pulled it off.
"No… don’t!"
Il’Feline moved to stop him.
The Valaharl people excelled at blending magic into their technology, but lacked spellcasting skill.
Instead, they relied on powerful magical devices.
That heavy mask, with its constant low hiss, filtered Chaos Energy. Only by wearing it could Valaharl survive this tainted world.
Though Holy Light from the Sun required no special gift—just dedication and time to master—the living saint hadn’t yet taught this power.
Among Valaharl, only Giant God-enhanced Chosen Warriors could breathe freely without masks.
But Il’Feline’s comrade, strong and courageous as he was, wasn’t Chosen.
Removing his mask meant death!
"Wait!"
The Prophetess raised her hand to cast Holy Light from the Sun upon her one-armed comrade.
But…
"Not yet."
Living saint Albert Drake held her back.
“But he will be dead!”
“The Giant God had indeed set free hope, but the air here was still very toxic!”
“Um…”
The Prophetess’s lips were once again sealed by Albert Drake’s fingers.
“Just now, someone said that in this world of despair, hope was more precious than gold.”
At this point, Albert Drake smiled slightly, with a hint of mockery and a touch of respect.
“However, in reality, the Valaharl people had never given up on hope.”
“It was thanks to their unquenchable hope that they had been able to hold on until today, until the miracle arrived.”
“All you had to do was witness the miracle!”
The Prophetess wanted to say more, but she was instantly stunned by the scene before her.
“Thud…”
A heavy mask crashed to the ground.
The brave Valaharl warrior revealed a slightly pale face.
She was a female warrior.
With white hair, purple eyes, and well-defined features, she had a prominent nose.
“Whew… hiss…”
Her chest rose and fell as she breathed deeply the air that had been so perilous just days ago.
“Whew… hiss… whew… hiss…”
Her breathing grew more rapid, not due to the lingering chaos in the air, but out of greed!
Since stepping out of the culture dish, she had never breathed this freely!
“Drip… drip… drip…”
Tears flowed down her pale cheeks and onto the ground.
At the same time…
“Thud!”
“Bang!”
That was the sound of many masks crashing to the ground.
The Valaharl people finally removed their masks.
Their appearances varied, but perhaps their only common feature was a pair of purple eyes.
At this point, the Beltan forces realized that the Valaharl people, though silent and fearless, were not just masked battle machines.
They were true humans with emotions!
“Swish… swish…”
At this moment, the one-armed female warrior made a new move.
She gently dug into the soil with her hands and took out a seed from her pocket, planting it carefully.
“Swish…”
The soil was gently covered again.
Many Valaharl warriors gathered around, watching the mound of newly covered soil like a group of children, curious and full of anticipation.
“But that’s a freshly planted seed; how can it sprout?”
“And the soil is so severely polluted…”
Il’Feline certainly did not voice that thought.
She was not one to misread the mood.
She was also glad she kept it to herself.
Because…
“Snap…”
With a soft sound, a green sprout blossomed in the desolate earth!
This should have been a moment of great joy!
Because this meant the chaotic power on Valaharl was finally starting to fade!
However, the Valaharl people had no time to celebrate.
They put on their helmets, stood up, and formed lines.
The Beltan forces also grew alert.
In the distance, the roar of demons sounded once more.
