The Legend of the Bastard God's Romantic Adventures, Volume 8: The Changing Winds and Clouds

Volume 8: The Changing Winds of Change Chapter
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Crimson Intrigue June 5th, 7992 in the Continental Calendar, was the day of the annual "Rain God Festival" held by the former Barando Empire. The sun shone brightly that day, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and everyone prayed that the land, after the ravages of war, would be filled with light like this weather. I believed this wish would surely come true.

With my approval, the "Rain God Festival" in Delagre City was held as scheduled.

At noon, a procession of light cavalry from the Rose Legion circled the city once before gathering in the Imperial Capital's main square, forming several square formations, awaiting my arrival alongside the surging crowd. Then, I led Purple Moon, Castro, and the heads of various departments of Delagre City into the square to participate in the Rain God worship ceremony presided over by the former Barando Empire's Royal Priest, Dedopa. I then addressed the people of Delagre City in my dual capacity as "Plenipotentiary Envoy" and "Administrative Officer" of Delagre City.

In this rather unusual speech, I first outlined my policy platform, introducing the main spirit and core content of the "New Deal" to the general public. Then, I devoted considerable time to elaborating on my long-held ideals, proposing for the first time the concept of "peaceful coexistence of all ethnic groups and building a beautiful homeland together," planting the seeds of "equality among all ethnic groups" in the hearts of the people. In later historical records, this speech was known as the "Declaration of Equality."

After completing the ritual to worship the rain god and the "Declaration of Equality," surrounded by the guards led by Mei Xin, I warmly shook hands with the general public, occasionally exchanging a few words with smiles, engaging in "zero-distance" contact, and waving to the crowds in the distance, amidst continuous cheers. The military parade, the celebration with the people, the direct address to the public, the equal contact and face-to-face communication—these unprecedented initiatives of mine left many topics of conversation and won me support and endorsement from top to bottom.

That evening, at the banquet held in the palace, performance troupes from all over the country put on a series of wonderful shows, a feast for the eyes. After several rounds of drinks, the main event began. Led by Moya, the actors of the Moya Troupe made their formal appearance. They first lined up and gave a standard curtsy to the assembled officials, then bowed in my direction, and began performing "The Kingdom and the Beauty" on the main hall stage.

The actors' brilliant performance, the ornate and poetic language, and the beautiful music brought the banquet to a climax, even more breathtaking than the performance in the square that day, earning rounds of applause and cheers. However, towards the end of the performance, there was a sudden stylistic reversal, shifting from lyrical to erotic, from subtle and delicate to bold and passionate: Moya and the actresses suddenly began a sensual dance in the main hall, leaving everyone present stunned.

As the melodious tune transformed into a seductive dance, Moya and the actresses shrank off their clothes inch by inch in a whirlwind dance, until only a thin, barely visible layer of lingerie remained on their bodies. But the dance was far from over, and Moya seemed determined not to stop there. She reached her hand to the last piece of lingerie, as if she were about to expose her naked body and lay it bare in the solemn hall.

The audience was stunned, utterly bewildered by her intentions. A proper performance had suddenly turned into a nude show; although there were many men in the audience, this was simply too outrageous. Was this a pre-arranged twist by Moya's troupe, a dramatic turn towards alluring beauty, or was Moya determined to transform the performance into a naked spectacle of lust?

Castro, recovering from his initial shock, immediately slammed his fist on the stage, angrily shouting, "Insolence! This is a sacred place! How dare you be so disrespectful before our lords!"

But Moya did not stop there. She continued her graceful and alluring dance, smiling sweetly, "My lords, please do not panic. This is merely a beautiful blessing from the Moya Troupe to Lord Will, not lewd or blasphemous." With that, she moved closer to me with a captivating smile, her enchanting dance bringing her to my feet. She gently lifted her undergarment,

revealing Moya's alluring breasts and pale pink nipples, which shimmered and rippled under the stained-glass lamps of the hall. Then, in the midst of everyone's stunned silence, a sudden change occurred. Moya opened her hand, and a curved, dark blue soft sword appeared in her palm. With a flick and a thrust, the sword pierced straight into my chest. The change was sudden and unexpected; murderous intent arose from the midst of passion. Moya's actions were already illogical, and the assassination attempt was even more unusual. Because everything was so bizarre, no one expected it to be a trap. No one could react to the sudden turn of events and could only watch helplessly as their governor was killed in the hall.

"Protect the lord—!" "Catch the assassin—!" The crowd cried out and scattered, the hall descending into chaos. But Moya's sensation was even stranger. The sword tip didn't feel like it had pierced a human body; it felt like it had struck solid metal. When she looked closely, she realized the sword tip hadn't pierced a human body, but only the throne behind the afterimage. Her expression changed drastically. The afterimage vanished, and my physical form suddenly appeared to Moya's right, striking her right side with a punch.

But this punch felt like hitting cotton, completely powerless. Moya's body suddenly became soft and boneless, easily deflecting my punch, which was powerful enough to shatter heavy armor. Moya's body twisted like a water snake, suddenly reversing ninety degrees, her dark blue soft sword curving and thrusting towards me. To be honest, I'd never seen such unconventional swordsmanship before, but killing me wouldn't be so easy. I didn't intend to attack, but instead slid three feet to the right and back.

At that moment, Meili's body blocked my path, her long sword flashing out, and without a word, she slashed at Moya. The moment Meili drew her sword, a sudden gust of wind and thunder arose in the hall; few in the world could withstand such a fierce attack. But Moya didn't meet the attack head-on. Instead, she shifted her body, moving with unpredictable steps, then suddenly flashed past Meili, reappearing before me, her dark blue soft sword thrusting towards me again.

The soft sword in Moya's hand seemed to possess an all-pervasive power, just like her movement, able to overcome any obstacle, instantly slicing into my left rib. This mysterious woman is truly extraordinary; her swordsmanship is incredibly unpredictable. However, she encountered me instead. I acted on my impulse, a fierce wall of wind opening before me, swirling vacuum wind blades surging forth, but again, it was fruitless, for the target had been lost; Moya's body suddenly vanished from the brightly lit hall.

If it were anyone else in this situation, they would surely be panicked—how could they not be alarmed when their opponent, whom they were fighting to the death with, suddenly disappeared without a trace? And the opponent was waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but unfortunately, my performance certainly disappointed Moya. Suddenly, as if sensing something, I took a step to the side in the hall, and a sword light narrowly missed my original position. Thus began a strange battle in the hall. I constantly dodged and shifted, weaving through the gaps in the flurry of sword strikes, the constantly disappearing and reappearing sword light relentlessly pressing forward. The clash with an unseen opponent was fraught with danger; I always narrowly avoided each fierce attack.

"Master, let me handle this." Although she knew I would be alright, Chie couldn't help but take the hit on the "disappeared" Moya for me. I have the "Mind's Eye," so Moya couldn't hide from me at all; Chie has the "Dark Eagle Eye," which can also see through Moya's invisibility, so I stepped back with peace of mind, sitting down to watch the battle as if nothing had happened, and waving my hand to signal the still somewhat panicked Castro and the others to sit down. Although Castro and the others were still uneasy, seeing that I was out of danger, they all breathed a sigh of relief and sat down, wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads.

Chie, now free from the seal, was a force to be reckoned with. She moved to the left with lightning speed, her sharp sword aura trembling, and a blazing sword light suddenly appeared. Caught off guard, Moya's dark blue soft sword was finally forced to meet Chie's fierce and intense sword light. The dark blue longsword curved and spiraled, coiling like a snake around the blade of blue flame flowing in Chie's hand, attempting to block Chie's arrow-like sword strike.

But the longsword continued its relentless advance, the eerie blue light on its blade suddenly intensifying, unleashing a furious roar like an enraged dragon. The intertwined dark blue swords suddenly expanded and stretched, reaching their limit before snapping, scattering like petals. Qianhui's longsword, like a tiger unleashed from a cape, a dragon broken free, plunged straight in. The woman's agonizing screams and the dull thud of the blade piercing flesh were exceptionally piercing and chilling. Moya's graceful figure reappeared under the dazzling lights. Moya

knelt on the ground, her left hand pressed tightly against her right shoulder, but crimson blood still seeped from between her fingers, dripping down her jade-like arm. Her pale face was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, her once beautiful features contorted with pain. Her gaze towards me held no hatred, only a detached indifference to life and death. This was the aura of an assassin, resolutely facing the death of both her enemy and herself. An assassin's mission is to kill, using their own life as bait and the lives of others as a prize. Death is inevitable; the only difference is the object of death, nothing more. If there was any special meaning in Moya's gaze, it was the lingering doubt that her opponent could completely control her actions.

At this moment, Ruyan, standing with Beatrice and the others, exclaimed, "Crimson Blood? You're a Gandharva?"

Gandharva? I've never heard of that name before. Is it some kind of strange race like the Dark Clan? From the slightly surprised look in Moya's eyes as she looked at Ruyan, I knew Ruyan was right.

I took two steps forward toward Moya and said coldly, "Who ordered you to assassinate me?" Moya's lips moved slightly, uttering a series of indistinct sounds. I couldn't hear them clearly, so I frowned and took a few more steps forward. Suddenly, Mo Ya's eyes blazed brightly. She leaned forward, lunging forward and crashing into my arms. Her delicate body hardened like rock, and the force of the impact felt like being struck by a massive hammer. At the same time, almost without warning, the ground churned, and my feet sank into it. A pair of strange hands emerged from the ground and gripped my feet tightly, rendering me immobile.

The sudden turn of events caused everyone present to gasp in shock. Sasha appeared beside me like a ghost. A flash of cold light, followed by a piercing scream, and a torrent of blood gushed from the ground beneath my feet. The strange hands that had been gripping me released their hold.

Among those present, only Mei Li and a few others could clearly see Sasha's movements; most hadn't even seen how she had drawn her sword. To them, it seemed as if the sword at Sasha's waist had never been drawn.

Moya, who had crashed into my arms, completely ignored the gushing blood and immense pain from my right shoulder. Her delicate hands gripped my body tightly, tightening their hold with an overwhelming force that seemed intent on crushing me. I believe that an ordinary person would have been crushed by this force long ago, but unfortunately, I am not an ordinary person. Moya seemed to be unleashing her final attack, chanting an ancient incantation: "Destructive flames from the void, respond to the call of my soul's depths—at the cost of my life, ignite the flames of my life, release the last power of my Gandharva clan, transform into annihilating crimson light, and destroy me and the enemy before me."

The most bizarre thing happened: Moya's body turned a bewitching crimson, her voluptuous form pressing tightly against me. To outsiders, the scene of Moya and I entwined in an extremely erotic embrace, like a passionate and frenzied lover's embrace, was, in fact, a gentle trappings for a horrific death. A heat more intense than fire surged from Moya's body, fiercely scorching my skin. Moya was using her life essence to fuel the Five Flavors True Fire, burning me to ashes. If this continued, while I wouldn't be harmed, Moya would certainly be annihilated.

"Truly the style of an assassin," I sighed inwardly. If I didn't act soon, Moya would be doomed. I uttered a low shout: "Magic Imprisonment—Life Restoration!" With my shout, a soft white light enveloped us. The red light on Moya's body suddenly faded, and the searing heat vanished. I smoothly slid out of Moya's embrace. Seeing that I was out of danger, Qianhui, without thinking, unleashed a fierce sword strike, slashing at Moya's slender neck.

"Wait." These were the words that should have been mine, but they were stolen by an uninvited guest. Chie's longsword stopped in mid-air as she stared blankly at the newcomer: "It's you?" This uninvited guest was none other than Ruobing, the girl who had caused such a ruckus at the "Moya Theater Troupe" in the square that day. However, she was still dressed as a boy. Chie's words startled her as well: "You know me?"

Moya also turned around at the sound of her voice, glaring fiercely at Ruobing before saying, "It's you, you brat?"

"Ugh, you wretched woman, still so hateful even when you're about to die." Ruobing glared at Moya, then turned to me, looking me up and down before saying with slight surprise, "You're really something, managing to dodge that wretched woman's sneak attack. Uh, I have a grudge against this wretched woman. Could I settle it before killing her?" She really was a bold little girl. If someone else had been sitting in my seat, I wonder if she would have been torn to pieces.

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