《Legend Of Blood And Flame》Chapter 13 God's Alliance
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LBF Chapter 13 God's Alliance
Damien cancelled his powers and beheld the lake. It wasn't normal by any means. The water wasn't tainted green, but truly emerald down to the smallest particle.
Dense wood elemental particles had turned into this lake. They had the properties of a liquid, but they were still wood elemental particles. Normal lifeforms couldn't hope to survive in these waters.
Through his eyes, Damien saw green critters moving underneath the green waters of the lake.
'Judging by my landing position, I am at lake Bulamu. I just need to head north now.' He thought.
He determined the direction and flew off. The emerald shimmered in the sum as he flew over the lake. The higher atmosphere storm had passed and the rays of the sun were once again allowed to reach the planet.
As he flew north, after leaving the domain covered by the lake, multiple virgin lands appeared in his vision.
Four, five and six elemental lifeforms were a minority if you only considered Earth. Earthlings and their descendants were the only ones allowed to enter Nearth for free...the only exception being those people of God's Alliance.
But even the staff of God's Alliance and their guests/mission takers weren't allowed to harvest anything from the planet. They were confined to their building.
It was a rule on all God created planets...of course, only those whose gods were still living. It was a rule that only lifeforms born in the solar system containing the artificial planet were allowed to enter it for free. Those from the outside had to pay a very high price to be allowed to harvest anything.
As long as you were born in this solar system and had the strength, entry was allowed. Resources could be collected to be given to descendants. Selling them was allowed, but only five per 100 years.
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Sandy hills, ice mountains, flaming rivers, lava lakes...all manner of bizarre formations entered his eyes as he flew.
Something far off in the horizon finally entered his eyes, his destination. A building. It appeared to be a pentagon with a raised roof. According to credible sources, all God's Alliance branches had been built in Pantheon city's image.
The different colors of each side made it look as if five separate triangles had been configured into a pentagonal shape.
The five colors were a representation of the five powerful god clans managing the five parts of Pantheon city. There were also logos of the respective divinities of their patriarchs, the gods themselves.
The building had very little traffic. Damien hadn't seen anyone coming or entering, let alone within any visible distance of his eyes. There were rumors that those branches located nearer to the center of the galaxy saw heavy traffic.
He dropped to the ground a kilometer away from the building and proceeded to make the rest of the journey on foot. It was a sign of respect to the clans.
"Damien! I have been waiting for a long time!" A voice came from his side almost causing him to jump. He had let down his guard making it so that he failed to sense the woman.
"I have already told you that we have nothing else to do with each other." He said, having the urge to sigh but repressing it.
Space beside him rippled and a figure appeared, as if out of thin air. She had black hair, black gem-like pupils and was wearing a black mini dress. It showed off her fair thighs and hands. It brought out her sexiness.
Demigod Darkness, the woman he least wanted to see. Damien's eyes narrowed.
"Do you like it?" Darkness asked while twirling around and making a pose. She had seen his gaze lingering on her body and a burst of joy had appeared in her heart.
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"I am not wearing anything underneath. Would you like to check?" She whispered in his ear.
That caused Damien to take a serious look at her and saw that her mounds were jiggling more than last time. The valley between her thighs couldn't be seen, but her butt was more prominent.
"I don't care." He answered after some time.
"Your body appears to be more honest." Her eyes narrowed as she peered down at his crotch. A tent had appeared.
"That's the natural reaction any male ought to have in the presence of a sexy woman. But lust isn't the driving force for any of my thoughts." Damien answered calmly. Lily pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Where is your husband?" He asked.
"I ditched him-besides, he isn't my husband. We have broken up. I told him that if he kept pestering me, I will report him to my dad." She answered.
"He was never a good person." He mumbled.
"Were you jealous? Now you can have me that he's out of the picture." She said.
Damien ignored her and breathed in deeply enjoying the seven elemental particles in his lungs. A planet like this was the ideal living place for those five strings and above.
A few minutes later, he arrived at the front of one of the sides of the building.
The side was purple colored and the strange image of a flower as its logo. The flower had no stalk as purple petals had grown along it in its entirety, and they were arranged like scales.
The entrance had no door, so there was no obstruction of any kind as they entered. Inside, a lone purple desk faced the entrance. A person, a demigod, in the human form was seated behind it. But instincts told Damien that he wasn't human at all.
He didn't even turn his head upon their entrance, instead his attention was on a screen mounted on a wall, a television. Something which had been abandoned long ago in the face of innovation back in Earth.
But the pair didn't mock the device as it wasn't normal. Instead, every component was built with elemental materials sourced from Pantheon city. You could even say that it was more advanced than all the technology on Earth currently. Through something like quantum entanglement with elemental particles in Pantheon city, it was broadcasting the currently ongoing events in Pantheon city, live!
[After a few months of waiting, the new city lord has finally arrived in Pantheon city, the Goddess of the Nirvanic Flame.]
The announcement came from the screen attracting the duo's attention.
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