Red Emperor Calendar, Year 1998
"I hereby declare, in my capacity as the President of the Siviva Alliance:
Aeria Lingyuan, in recognition of your outstanding achievements in the Battle of Prayer City, the Council has made its decision—to bestow upon you the title of Heaven’s Decree Knight. From this day forward, you are the sixth Heaven’s Decree Knight of the Siviva Alliance."
As these words left the mouth of the middle-aged man, they echoed across the Oath Square.
Rows of fully armed soldiers raised their rifles in perfect unison. Behind them, towering steel mechas stood firm, simultaneously pointing their massive cannons skyward.
"BOOM!!"
With an earth-shattering roar, the honor guard executed a salute volley, a ceremonial tribute to the newly appointed Heaven’s Decree Knight.
And with the conclusion of this volley of honor, this most anticipated conferment ceremony in history was now officially over.
Immediately, the tens of thousands gathered beneath the Oath Square erupted into deafening cheers, their voices hoarse with excitement.
Every single person in the square directed their worshipful gazes and fanatical eyes toward the massive screens displaying the figure of a silver-haired girl, kneeling before the president in a stance of heroic grace.
Of course,
It wasn’t just the hundred thousand attendees in the Oath Square—throughout the entire Siviva Alliance, millions sat before their television screens, watching the live broadcast of the ceremony, unable to contain their exhilaration.
Nearly every single person was filled with joy and fervor.
This emotion was unprecedented, a feeling that sent shivers down the spine.
At a time when the Radiant Star had been largely devoured by corruption, when humanity was forced to battle against the Three Evil Gods and countless Fallen Beasts, the emergence of a new Heaven’s Decree Knight was nothing short of a miracle—a moment that breathed hope into the hearts of millions.
After all,
A Heaven’s Decree Knight stood at the absolute pinnacle of human combat prowess—the perfect fusion of spiritual energy and the physical body.
Where ordinary warriors and even armored divisions struggled against Bloodcurse-class Fallen Beasts, creatures capable of annihilating entire cities, a single Heaven’s Decree Knight could stand alone against hundreds of such monstrosities.
To the countless people watching, the birth of a new Heaven’s Decree Knight meant one thing—one more indomitable guardian now stood to protect them.
And more than that,
This Heaven’s Decree Knight, Aeria, was no ordinary warrior—
She had once been one of the Seven God-bestowed Daughters.
She was the eldest daughter of Lady Liana.
She was the current wielder of the Sacred Stone.
During the Battle of Prayer City, Aeria had not only slain an avatar of the Sea Evil God, but she had even forced the will of the Sea Evil God into retreat.
In that single battle, she had swept away decades of despair and terror, rekindling hope in the hearts of the people.
Having witnessed these miracles with their own eyes, the people could no longer see Aeria as just a knight.
To them—this nineteen-year-old girl had become a savior.
That was why their cheers were so deafening.
*
Amidst the cheering crowd, an elderly butler, his hair as white as snow, carefully wiped away the tears of emotion welling in his eyes with a handkerchief.
Afterward, he adjusted his monocle, his gaze trembling with excitement as he looked up at the silver-haired girl standing atop the Oath Platform.
"Miss Aeria... you have finally... finally become a Heaven’s Decree Knight... Master, you can finally rest in peace."
Miss Aeria...
She will surely lead the Lingyuan family—no, she will lead all of humanity to purge the corruption...
To eradicate the Three Evil Gods!
Master...
Please watch over Miss Aeria.
*
At the same time, while the entire nation was celebrating in joy, somewhere within Zer, the capital of the Siviva Alliance, inside a high-rise building—
Bathed in the dazzling sunlight,
A woman in white gazed at the wall-mounted television with evident excitement. As she took in the sight of the newly anointed Heaven’s Decree Knight, her beautiful yet gallant figure displayed on the screen, the corners of the woman’s lips curled slightly, and she let out a light, bell-like laugh.
"Hehe~"
Her laughter was melodious and pleasant.
But—
Hearing this laughter, a man let out a low, scornful snort, his voice laced with struggle and contempt.
"Hmph... What’s so damn funny?"
His gaze locked firmly onto the woman in white, and in a voice dripping with hatred, Fisk questioned her.
Upon hearing his words,
The white-haired girl momentarily shifted her attention away from the television and turned to face Fisk.
As she turned, her entire figure came into full view before him.
She was a slender young girl,
Seemingly seventeen or eighteen years old.
Her mid-length, pale blue hair draped loosely over her shoulders, with side-swept bangs falling at just the right angle over her eyelids.
Her emerald-green eyes were clear and radiant, her finely arched brows accentuating her elegant features. Long lashes trembled slightly, her flawless white skin carried a faint pink hue, and her thin lips, soft as rose petals, seemed almost inviting.
Her face was flawless, a masterpiece as if crafted by the Goddess of Creation herself, a beauty that could bewitch anyone who laid eyes upon her.
However—
The moment Fisk took in her enchanting appearance, his expression twisted into one of pure hatred—and fear.
Because beyond her divine visage, something monstrous lurked.
At some unknown point, grotesque masses of flesh had begun to grow from her back, twisting and writhing unnaturally.
The flesh formations continued to mutate, reshaping into barbed tendrils, clawed appendages, and beast-like talons, resembling something out of a nightmare.
And among these claws and tendrils, grotesque maws lined with rows of jagged teeth had formed, alongside scarlet eyes, eerie and glimmering, scattered all across the flesh masses.
These red eyes, blinking one after another, all focused their hollow, bloodthirsty gazes upon Fisk.
Faced with hundreds of staring, nightmarish eyes, Fisk felt his very soul tremble.
His instincts screamed at him to struggle, to break free from their gaze—
But his entire body had already been restrained, pinned against the wall by the writhing tendrils and razor-sharp claws, rendering him completely immobilized.
At this moment—
The only thing he could do was glare fiercely at the monster disguised as a human, his gaze brimming with killing intent.
"The birth of a new Heaven’s Decree Knight should be a catastrophe for you, shouldn't it?! What the hell is so funny, you damn monster?!"
But the moment his words left his mouth—
The blue-haired girl simply smiled and shook her head.
"Not a catastrophe at all~ In fact, this is wonderful news worth celebrating!"
"...What?!"
Seeing the genuine joy in her eyes, Fisk’s brow twitched slightly, his expression growing increasingly tense.
"What kind of bullshit are you spouting?!"
"It’s not bullshit~"
The girl clasped her hands together over her chest, her expression brimming with happiness.
"My daughter has grown up... she’s finally strong. As a fa— No, as a mother, shouldn’t I be proud?"
"W-What?!"
Fisk’s veins bulged on his forehead as rage surged uncontrollably, overpowering even the fear that had shackled him.
Then, with all his strength, Fisk erupted in a furious roar—
"DON’T SCREW WITH ME!! Just because you’re imitating Lady Liana’s appearance doesn’t mean you’re actually Lady Aeria’s mother!! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A DAMN MONSTER—AAAHHHH!!!"
As his screams resounded,
A faint golden glow suddenly erupted from Fisk’s right arm, shattering one of the bloodied claws that restrained him.
In a desperate bid for survival, he had activated his Blessing Power, his last resort.
With his right arm momentarily freed,
He immediately channeled all of his spiritual energy into his divine weapon—Fate’s Hymn.
"DIE, YOU DAMN MONSTER!!"
In the next instant—
Fisk’s long sword, sharpened over a century, pierced directly into the blue-haired girl’s left eye, ultimately impaling her skull.
Blood splattered everywhere.
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Scarlet liquid gushed from her pierced eye socket, cascading down her face like a crimson waterfall.
And as the divine weapon embedded itself deep, an immense force of purification energy, designed to annihilate corruption, surged into the girl’s body.
Did it—
Did it work?!
A flicker of relief flashed through Fisk’s eyes.
But that fleeting joy was swiftly devoured by an indescribable chill.
Because—
The next moment, before Fisk’s widened, disbelieving gaze, the overwhelming purification energy—a force potent enough to annihilate even the avatars of Evil Gods—was effortlessly absorbed by the blue-haired girl’s body without the slightest resistance.
There was no backlash. No destruction.
The divine energy simply... vanished inside her.
At the same time, her blood-drenched eye, impaled by his blade, began to distort—
And then—
It twisted, morphed, and grotesquely expanded, reshaping itself into a gaping maw lined with five or six rows of razor-sharp teeth.
With a sudden snap, the monstrous mouth clamped down on Fisk’s divine weapon.
Then—
"Crunch... Crunch... Crack... Crunch..."
Accompanied by a series of sickeningly crisp sounds, the sacred sword that had accompanied Fisk for decades—Fate’s Hymn—was chewed to pieces, devoured bit by bit by the eye-turned-maw of the blue-haired girl.
And with that—
A depthless, suffocating despair crashed over Fisk like a tidal wave, drowning him entirely.
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A body completely impervious to purification forces.
A monster that could devour divine artifacts themselves.
There was no doubt—
The creature before him was far, far worse than a mere Evil God’s avatar.
At that moment, Fisk’s mind reeled back to the insane, reckless theory his younger sister had mentioned before this mission—
His breath hitched. A cold chill ran down his spine as he trembled, his exhausted body barely holding itself together.
With quivering lips, he forced out a hoarse, broken whisper—
"Gaia Lobil... the Evil God of Earth... Why... why are you... here?!"
"Gaia Lobil?"
The blue-haired girl tilted her head slightly, her expression shifting into one of mild irritation.
"I don’t like that name."
Then, with a carefree shrug, she added,
"Also, I’m not the Evil God of Earth anymore. I resigned."
"W-What?!"
"Right now, my name is Bai Lianyue. And I’m Little Aeria and her siblings’ mother~"