Chapter 460

Chapter 460: The New "Devoted One"—Microscopic Dragon 5/6

"Mom! I’m scared!"

A little girl cried, clutching her mother’s clothing tightly.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!"

Outside, Primal Mud fell like meteors, crashing into the Sea of Ether, striking the deity’s back, and even hitting nearby ships with deafening roars.

"Roar!"

The Giant God’s deep and high-pitched roars echoed through the void.

This doomsday-like despair overwhelmed ordinary mortals.

Even adults would weep for their mothers in such situations; by comparison, the girl only sought comfort without wetting herself was remarkably brave.

"Sigh…"

A motherly woman held the girl helplessly, shaking her head.

Little fear showed on her face—just weariness and irritation.

And loneliness.

"How many times must I say it?"

"I’m not your mother."

"I’m your twenty-third aunt."

"Your mother stays dedicated to her duty—too skilled to leave her post."

"She’s recently carrying another brood."

"Scans show… quintuplets, probably."

"Ah… I’m the family’s least skilled—only bearing triplets per batch—ordered to escort you from the Divine Body."

Even amid crisis, twenty-third aunt remained calm, mumbling resignedly.

Eventually, the girl in her arms stopped crying and hugged "twenty-third aunt" tighter.

"Auntie isn’t scared!"

"You’re the best in my heart!"

Aunt and niece suddenly shed their fear, warmth returning between them—

A strange calm facing mortality.

The Emerald Shadow had resupplied Damage Controllers and Chosen Warriors near Themis, even replenishing Giant God-blessed Damage Controllers at Far Reaching Star.

Now…

As Sylvia’s "efficiency drive" progressed, Damage Controllers gained increasing free time.

Those from Far Reaching Star…

Went all out with reproduction!

The "twenty-third aunt" came out.

In the future, the bloodline of Damage Controllers from Far Reaching Star will likely dilute those from Themis or Valaharl, becoming dominant within the Divine Body.

Eventually, only Chosen Warriors might originate from Themis or Valaharl.

Yet indifference to life and death couldn’t save them.

"Swoosh—!"

Massive fragments of Primal Mud crashed down!

Enduring turbulent waves’ assault, They coalesced into a comet trailing a vast tail.

"Boom—!"

They plummeted violently, the wake radiating chaotic power that churned the void; void magic and magical particles swept by the tail lost their natural order under Primal Mud’s fury, endlessly shifting attributes in confusion.

Thus multicolored trails bloomed across the sky.

But behind this beauty lurked annihilation!

"Boom—!"

The fragments of Primal Mud now filled the aunt and niece’s vision, its thunderous roar shaking their ears.

"Is this the end?"

The twenty-third aunt felt no fear.

Countless could replace her—she wasn’t even exceptional among her siblings.

"Still…"

She clutched her "niece," the true treasure—a Child of the Divine Body.

The First Living Saint required this Child for a crucial experiment; its success would propel the Giant God’s influence forward!

Escorting such a specimen was the "highest honor" she—the family’s underachiever—could attain.

Now she watched the falling Primal Mud, powerless!

"Giant God, forgive my weakness…"

"Guide this child’s soul to safety, to dwell eternally at Your side."

She murmured prayers for the dying.

Preparing for the soul’s journey to the Giant God’s Throne.

"Buzz—!"

The fragments now loomed mere tens of meters overhead, their impact roar drumming against eardrums, filling minds with buzzing tremors.

Just as hope vanished…

"Arise!"

"Microscopic Dragon!"

"Boom—!"

Amid resonant incantations, enormous bubbles surged beneath the Ether Sea, churning its depths like boiling water!

"Whoosh—!"

A massive, elongated creature suddenly surged from beneath the sea!

Though the distant Ether Dragon and deity of unknown form were larger, locked in fierce combat, their remoteness diminished their impact—no matter how mountainous their scale, none matched the awe of this nearby behemoth!

"Buzz—!"

Its colossal tail lashed violently!

"Boom—! Boom—!"

Like a baseball bat smashing mud clumps, fragments of Primal Mud exploded thunderously. Struck mid-air and repelled by the beast’s force field, they scattered like fiery rain.

Though still fierce and chaotic, their clatter against the hull now posed no lethal threat.

"You’re…"

Only then did the aunt and niece turn to the tall woman beside them.

Already long-legged, she stood even taller in powered high heels; her form-fitting yet sturdy armor gleamed silver.

"Rustle…"

The lady produced a long-kept folding top hat, snapped it open, and placed it on her head.

"Ah…"

"Been too long since I last wore this."

"Thus…"

"Sylvia, Purity Officer of the Giant God, returns!"

"Though now I hold other titles beyond Purity Officer."

"Swish—!"

"Boom—!"

The colossal tail from the Ether Sea swung wildly, batting aside falling fragments of Primal Mud to carve out an absolute Reserve.

Instantly, nearby Ether vessels converged around Sylvia.

Huddled together, they inched toward the sanctuary of Themis Holy Tree.

Within its reach, while Primal Mud fragments still fell, the Holy Tree transformed them by its laws into mere high-temperature lava.

Sheltering below deck now guaranteed safety.

"Safe… for now?"

"Absolutely! With Miss Purity Officer’s aid, we’ll reach shore!"

"Giant God protects! Great is the Giant God!"

"Long health to Miss Purity Officer!"

"I’ll finally reunite with my Themis childhood friend—and marry her!"

"Look, my youngest son’s portrait! Adorable, yes? Soon I’ll hold him."

"Last voyage done—retirement awaits!"

The barge held crew and Damage Controllers from Emerald Shadow’s husk. Most departees were first-generation probiotics—Themis people.

Unlike the near-alien Far Reaching people from Far Reaching Star, they ached for home.

Such hopeful chatter felt natural.

Twenty-third aunt exhaled deeply.

"After delivering you to the First Living Saint, I’ll join her team."

"Perhaps there, I’ll find my purpose."

…

Retirement. Marriage. Reunion. New work.

Futures glowed bright.

Yet Sylvia’s gut twisted with dread.

Her own constitution had repeatedly landed her in hot water, so she trusted omens.

Like now…

"Wait…"

"Will this truly go smoothly!?"

"Could it be—?"

"Huh?"

Her foreboding sharpened.

This was no mere feeling anymore.

Darkness swallowed the sky.

Something monstrous had blotted out the void!

The Purity Officer turned her head, movements mechanical.

"Damn it!"

Staring up at the leviathan swaying above the ship, Sylvia drew a despairing breath.