BXBX NOVEL Chapter 384: Ancient Sun Dynasty (5)
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Wang Xiao glanced over at Wenxi, whose cheeks were puffed out in a mix of frustration and defiance.
With her teeth gritted, she retorted sharply, "What, thanks, it\'s his job to protect us!" Her words were brisk, revealing her annoyance at Yue\'s formal gratitude.
Almost immediately, Wenxi\'s expression panicked slightly, a hint of regret showing as she realized her outburst might have been uncalled for.
Bonk!
Yue, surprisingly agile, reacted quickly.
With a swift, slap on Wenxi\'s head, she scolded, "You—!?" Wenxi\'s indignant start was cut short as Yue firmly guided her into a bow similar to her own.
"Wenxi!" Yue\'s voice, usually gentle and melodious, took on a stern edge, her eyes narrowing into a glare that brooked no argument.
It was a rare display of authority from Yue, reminding Wenxi of a specific \'incident\' from last year, which caused her expression to change.
Reluctantly, Wenxi acquiesced, her posture softening under Yue\'s firm hand.
She mimicked her sister\'s earlier gesture of respect, though somewhat stiffly, her head bowed in a somewhat grudging acknowledgment.
[A/N: The incident from last year mentioned by Wenxi, as well as Eleanor\'s first time and many other scenes, will be revealed later through memories. For now, the focus is on him reuniting with his family.]
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After half an hour of uneasy quiet, the thundering skies above the Vatican, nestled in the heart of the Roman Catholic Church, began to darken ominously.
Below, congregants had gathered around the central spear, a pillar where many came to offer prayers and seek divine comfort.
After the Holy Church unveiled the existence of Archangels to the world, it quickly became a beacon of admiration and drew countless new followers.
This revelation also provided an alternative justification for those who remained skeptical of or distrusted the Guardians.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Suddenly, a chilling scream tore through the sky, drawing the eyes of the gathered faithful upward.
From the clouds descended a horrifying sight—a severed head with gouged-out eyes, the face, pale as if drained of blood, contorted in a grimace of pain and terror.
It was Sariel\'s head, unmistakable even in its terrible state.
Squish!
With a grotesque, squelching sound, the head impaled itself on the spear at the center of the plaza.
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As the severed head of Archangel Sariel impaled itself on the central spear, a deep silence fell over the crowd, soon shattered by a collective gasp.
The identity of the head, now recognized, sent shockwaves through the congregation at the Vatican.
"Oh, Lord, that\'s Archangel Sariel!" an elderly priest exclaimed, his voice cracking with the weight of his words.
The sacred site, once a haven of prayer and peace, now mirrored a scene from a horror film, with the ghastly severed head commanding the horrified attention of all.
As flies began to gather around it, the sense of horror deepened, turning the air thick with disgust and fear.
People clutched their rosaries, praying fervently, while others couldn\'t hold back their screams and cries of despair.
From an elevated vantage point atop the nearby Apostolic Palace, another figure watched the scene.
His long, beautiful blue hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, and as he recognized the head, a surprised gasp escaped his lips.
"Sariel?" he murmured in disbelief, his eyes narrowing as he processed the shocking sight.
As the reality of what he was witnessing settled in, a series of sixteen blue majestic wings unfurled behind him, casting an imposing silhouette against the sky.
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South American Continent!
In the heart of a lush, sprawling rainforest, where the dense foliage seemed to whisper ancient secrets, stood the majestic Sun Palace.
Built in this Age of Gods, it radiated an ethereal brilliance, its golden spires and ornate carvings catching the light of the sun as if holding a fragment of its power.
The palace was a beacon of might and splendor, so many changes have came to existence, one of which was the formation of three dynasties, all across the globe.
All announced themselves as independent regions, with there own Emperor, by joining the parts of the existing countries.
On of such great Dynasties, was Ancient sun Dynasty of the South American Continent.
Inside the grandeur of the Emperor\'s chamber, which was adorned with intricate murals depicting celestial battles and divine ascensions.
Heavy silk curtains in shades of gold and crimson draped the windows, softening the morning light that filtered through and bathed the room in a warm, inviting glow.
On a vast bed, crafted from the rarest redwood and veiled with gossamer fabrics, lay the Emperor.
He was a man of striking appearance, with a strong jaw and sharp, discerning eyes that mirrored the untamed wilderness outside.
His hair, as dark as the raven\'s wing, was splayed across his pillow, and his bare chest revealed the sculpted physique of a warrior.
At his side, two women—his wives—adorned in flowing robes that echoed the colors of the forest, catered to him with a playful affection that belied their regal bearing.
One, with cascading curls the color of autumn leaves, offered him a grape, placing it delicately to his lips with a smile that sparked warmth in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, must we always rise at dawn?" she teased gently, her voice a melodious harmony that filled the air with lightness.
The other wife, her hair a brilliant cascade of midnight blue, leaned closer, her hand brushing against his as she offered another grape.
"Indeed, my lord, allow the sun to rise without you just this once," she chimed in, her tone laced with humor and affection.
The Emperor chuckled, a sound deep and resonant, and accepted the grape with a playful nip at her fingers. "And let the sun think it can begin the day without my blessing?" he replied, his voice rich and arrogant.
"Ah!?"
"Your Majesty—no!"
He descended, his hands grasping the slender, soft legs of both women. As he drew in a deep breath, both women flushed a deep, aroused crimson.
Gasp!
He licked and sucked, coating their toes in his warm saliva, causing their bodies to melt with pleasure.