I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 253 Percy and Percy Radiance

While the smoke was still filling the air, Percy had already rushed into the explosion circle.

After experiencing a series of suspicions and doubts, Percy's loyalty to Lord Human has actually begun to waver.

But when he learned the truth from the old butler Ide, the city lord's guard was very upset about his previous indecision.

I had been in the bathroom of the orphanage, looking at my tail and wanting to cry, but it was Master Shuman who opened my heart to me...

Even when I couldn't hold on during the warrior training, I was encouraged and inspired by Master Xiuman...

Percy knelt beside the pit where some flames were still burning, looking at the darkness at the bottom of the pit, where there were some limbs and debris.

I don’t know which ones belong to the group of servants and which ones belong to Lord Xuman.

But no matter who they are, these are all my brothers and sisters.

For the first time, Percy felt how ironic it was that the world in which he suppressed his nature and constantly tried to become a better place was.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The old butler behind him let out an almost insane laugh.

"Percy, you are the only descendant of the old city lord left.

Please follow me and save this city that was almost destroyed by Shuman——

Oh, yes, now I should call you Lord Percy Radiant."

Percy turned his head and looked at Old Ide's crazy figure. His pupils gradually shrank and golden light slowly appeared in his pupils which had turned vertical.

……

Larriel, who was treating the tall black shadow in the abandoned orphanage, suddenly felt a tightness in his heart.

However, she thought it was because she had cast too many healing spells and was somewhat exhausted, causing palpitations.

"Phew - it's finally over.

If it weren't for that perverted Ivan teaching me this trick, I really wouldn't be able to cure all of you."

A slightly thin man in a black robe came closer and performed a strange gesture towards Larrel.

“Thank you, beautiful lady.

Your kindness makes us feel the warmth of the starry sky in this strange world."

Larrel, feeling a little embarrassed by the compliment, smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, haha!

The starry sky is so ethereal, can it also be gentle?

Hahaha——huh? "

As Larriel was puzzled, the black robes in front of him began to untie their hoods one by one.

Hair that was straight up like steel wire, pointed ears like an elf, tan skin, a sunken nose, and lips that seemed to be born with a serious look...

This is a face that most creatures in the material world have never seen.

But Larriel had seen it, in the ancient files of the Church of Tyr—

The evil Githyanki.

Like the half-dragons that Ivan mentioned, the Githyanki are not creatures from the main material plane.

To be precise, they do not belong to any plane in the traditional sense.

The Githyanki live in the Astral Plane, a realm where numerous pantheons float around.

They have starships that can travel unhindered in the astral realm, allowing them to invade one plane after another like pirates and go on their own looting spree.

Their warriors use psionic powers and silver swords as their weapons.

Psionics are like some kind of pure magical power.

Once in the Middle Ages, there was a profession called the sorcerer who used psionic power to fight like the Githyanki.

And their silver swords are said to be able to break through everything, including the hardest world wall on the outer layer of the plane.

Within the lawful good Church of Tyr, ancient texts describe the Githyanki as beings of pure evil with unforgivable heinous crimes.

It's the kind of existence that you have to find a way to kill once you see it.

Of course, not all Gith are villains.

It is said that there are some lawful Gith people, calling themselves Githzerai, who have been fighting against the Githyanki for billions of years.

Why can Larriel tell at a glance that the other party is an evil Githyanki? It's because their close relatives, the lawful Githzerai, all don't have long hair...

Larriel shrank to the corner of the room, covered his chest with his hands, and looked tremblingly at the hundred or so notorious star pirates opposite him.

“I I I—you you—Ouch!

How could this be! "

Pastor Tyr, a kind-hearted but simple-minded man, felt extremely remorseful.

I spent most of the night saving a group of enemy troops.

The smaller githyanki who had spoken came closer. Even the smallest of the githyanki was still a head taller than Larriel.

“Please don’t panic, beautiful lady.

We are the descendants of the Gith whose starship crashed into the main material plane ten thousand years ago.

The things that our ancestors followed and believed in have nothing to do with us anymore."

……

Ide stopped his frantic movements.

A sharp blade pierced his chest and crushed his heart.

In order to kill Ivan quickly just now, the old butler even used the negative energy reserved for his passport and rubbed it into rays.

Facing the attacking dagger, he had no power to resist.

Behind the dagger, black mist was swirling.

Isa was about to disappear. Although most of the damage was blocked by the magic wall summoned by Xuman, she was already in poor condition and now only a body the size of an arm was left.

"Ide, Master Xiuman has clearly tried very hard...

Why...why do you have to do this!"

With her voice choked, Isa continued to use her strength to push the dagger that was already inserted into the old butler's chest further inside.

"Ahem...why...ahem...

Isa, you are all too young...too young to know what fear is...what it means to be powerless to resist...

Just Tomba... ahem, I'm afraid that Shuman is not capable of dealing with him...

Not to mention the capital city that is eyeing us covetously..."

Blood was oozing from the corners of Ide's mouth. His throat was now full of blood, choking him and making him unable to speak.

But the old butler's obsession was too strong. He forced himself to look at Percy, who was angry but didn't know what to do.

"Percy, in my study room, there is a document proving that you are the descendant of the old city lord...

Please... please don't follow Xiuman's path... that will only destroy Huiyao City..."

"If we continue on your path, I'm afraid Huiyao City won't be able to hold out for long!"

A discordant voice sounded from above my head.

The frivolous human knight was floating in the air unharmed, holding an unconscious human in his hands.

"Lord Human!"

Isa, who had just given up hope, recognized at a glance who Ivan was holding in his hand.

She let go of the dagger in her hand and stumbled into the air.

When Old Ide saw that his servants had not achieved the expected results, the expression on his face began to quickly deteriorate, as if the breath he had been holding on to could no longer be held.

"How can it be……"

The 81-year-old man muttered to himself in an inaudible voice.