“Third batch, step forward!”
“Fourth batch, step forward!”
The assembly line operation of the blessing ceremony began.
Batch after batch of soldiers walked to the stage, receiving the baptism of Divine Light.
Dorothy was like a relentless spray machine, spewing Evil Mist at Primrose over and over.
“Haaah—!”
“Haaah—!”
“Haaah—!”
Each time, Dorothy used all her strength, trying to leave even a single scratch on Primrose.
Even a tiny scrape would do!
But Primrose was like an immovable mountain. No matter how Dorothy attacked, she stood firm.
Golden Divine Light lit up again and again, turning the square as bright as day.
The soldiers’ cheers rose wave after wave.
Yet Dorothy grew more and more desperate.
Her mana was draining rapidly.
Even though she was the Demon King with an immense mana pool, she couldn’t withstand the mental damage of constant zero-damage outputs.
By the three-hundredth batch, Dorothy was already gasping for air.
She felt like her throat was about to smoke.
Even with Primrose standing still, she couldn’t hurt her!
This was the greatest insult to her as the Demon King!
“Prim, little Dorothy looks really tired. Maybe take a break?”
At that moment, Lin Naiyue noticed Dorothy’s abnormality, but she mistakenly thought Dorothy was exhausted from using too much magic.
“I’m not tired!” Dorothy’s eyes were red.
She didn’t believe it.
She couldn’t accept it.
She had prepared for a thousand years of revenge, only to fail to even break through the enemy’s defense.
What was this?
“Three hundred and first batch, step forward!”
Dorothy gritted her teeth and mobilized her mana again.
“Haaah—!”
The sun slowly rose to its zenith.
The blessing ceremony had been going on for over two hours.
All five thousand-plus soldiers on the square, including Buck, had been fully enhanced.
They stood on the other side of the square, reforming into neat phalanxes.
The aura gathered from over five thousand super-enhanced soldiers shot straight into the sky, scattering the clouds.
Warrior Chief Buck stood at the front of the formation, trembling with excitement.
With this army, he had confidence not just in defending the border, but even in directly invading the Demon Territory!
The Goddess was truly great!
On the high platform, Dorothy was on the verge of collapse.
Her face was twisted in pain.
“Hah… haaah…”
The sound coming from Dorothy had transformed from a dragon’s roar to a puppy’s whimper.
The Evil Mist she sprayed was barely larger than a smoke ring from a cigarette.
She had really given it her all.
She had used every ounce of strength, yet Primrose hadn’t lost a single hair.
The blessing ceremony concluded perfectly.
The cheers on the square were deafening, almost lifting the sky.
Soldiers raised their weapons high, saluting Primrose, their eyes burning with even more fervor than before.
The commoners wept tears of gratitude for the Goddess’s blessing.
Primrose stood on the high platform, receiving the worship of the masses.
Tattle Town’s safety was temporarily secured.
These five thousand enhanced soldiers, along with Warrior Chief Buck, could hold off the Demon Race for a short while.
She could now safely take her mother to the Miracle Snowfield to retrieve the equipment.
Primrose turned around and looked at Dorothy behind her.
Dorothy was now sitting collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
Her face was pale, covered in sweat, looking pitiful.
“Little Dorothy…” Lin Naiyue, deeply moved, quickly stepped forward to help her up.
She never expected this little Demon Race girl to grit her teeth and persist despite everything, refusing to be persuaded.
Cecilia and Yuna couldn’t help but be moved; their previous racial prejudices softened a bit.
Dorothy concealed her aura very well. Even though she had used all her power, no one noticed the astonishing mana she had released.
Primrose was an exception. She already knew Dorothy was the Demon King, and plus, she hadn’t yet built a complete understanding of mana fluctuations—this was a setting unique to the real world, not present in the game.
Therefore, she assumed it was normal mana fluctuation, didn’t think much of it, and didn’t know Dorothy had used her full strength.
This also meant no one knew the dual mental and psychological torment Dorothy had just endured.
Only she herself knew how desperate she had been.
But Dorothy thought it was because the magic she used was too weak.
Evil Mist was, after all, just a basic spell.
However, it could be inferred that during the thousand years Primrose had disappeared, she had not only become a goddess but also grown countless times stronger.
Otherwise, based on her memory of the Strongest Human Sage, Primrose, it would have been absolutely impossible for her to stand there and let Dorothy attack for so long without losing a single hit point.
Primrose stepped down, walked over to Dorothy, and crouched down.
Dorothy looked up at Primrose.
Her eyes were filled with frustration and unwillingness, along with a trace of grievance she herself hadn’t noticed.
Seeing Dorothy like this, Primrose reached out, placed her hand on Dorothy’s head, and gently ruffled her hair.
“You worked hard. You did well.” Primrose praised sincerely.
The moment Primrose touched her head, Dorothy froze completely.
That hand was warm, the movement gentle.
The familiar touch, the familiar words.
Dorothy’s mind went hazy, as if she had instantly returned a thousand years ago.
Back then, Primrose had also rubbed her head and praised her.
“Xixili is amazing. You learn magic so quickly.”
Back then, hearing that would make her so happy she couldn’t sleep all day.
Dorothy’s cheeks instantly flushed bright red.
She lowered her head, not daring to meet Primrose’s eyes.
Her heart raced, and a long-lost feeling of being pampered surged within her.
She even felt an impulse to throw herself into Primrose’s arms, cry her heart out, and pour out a thousand years of grievance and loneliness.
But the next second, Dorothy snapped back to reality.
‘No!’
‘I’m the Demon King now!’
‘I am Dorothy, the Demon King who commands millions of Demon Race!’
‘How could I get embarrassed just from having my head patted?’
‘This jerk stood me up for a thousand years, and now she’s still treating me like a child!’
‘How infuriating!’
Embarrassed and angry, Dorothy suddenly slapped away Primrose’s hand on her head.
“Slap!”
The sound was crisp.
Not only was Primrose startled.
Lin Naiyue and the others around were also taken aback.
Dorothy abruptly stood up, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared angrily at Primrose.
“Don’t treat me like a little kid!” Dorothy shouted loudly.
After yelling, she turned around, stomped off with her short legs, and huffed away.
After two seconds, Lin Naiyue chuckled. “Heh—this child is just like Prim when she was little. She hates being treated like a child by adults.”
“So that’s what the Goddess was like when she was young?” Cecilia nodded slightly, a small smile curling at the corner of her mouth, silently making a note.
Hmm, she learned a little more about the Goddess’s past.
Primrose’s face turned red, and she quickly waved her hands. “Is that so? I don’t remember it at all.”
“Mom remembers enough, okay.” Lin Naiyue gave Prim a warm smile.
“…” Primrose’s mouth twitched, and she turned her head away.
…
At that moment, high up in the sky, still a long distance from Tattle Town.
The wind howled.
Second Prince Zeweier sat on the back of a giant pet Flying Dragon.
This Flying Dragon was the strongest one specially selected by the Royal Knight Order, but with Zeweier’s obese weight pressing down on it, the dragon still struggled to fly, the sound of its wings flapping heavy.
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