Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO
Chapter 2399; Gautier’s Comeback!
“He’s one of the last surviving Three Gods from 1,800 years ago! He’s the one who stole divine energy and descended the mountain, manipulating hidden financial clans within the Eagle Nation for decades, plotting to dominate the world!” The old godfather addressed everyone present, recounting the story of this god. With a silent sigh, he added, “It looks like he’s regained his divine form… and returned to this land as a god.”
It was a tragic tale.
“Heh… Sovereign Prime, long time no see.”
Jovras flapped the wings formed from condensed black energy, grinning at the old godfather. “Over thirty years ago, the disciple you trained defeated the ten experts I cultivated, and nearly killed me, even in my declining state. But now I’ve reclaimed my godhood. Even if the whole world comes at me together, none of you can stop me!” He burst into wild, triumphant laughter.
Quintus kept staring. There was something familiar about Jovras’ face, and that laugh made it even clearer.
“F*ck! He must be Gautier Verkade’s twin!” Blake said aloud, voicing exactly what Quintus had been thinking.
“Doesn’t matter who he is, just kill him!” Yorick, ever the warrior, leapt up without hesitation. Even wounded, he unleashed his Savage Tiger Roar with all his might.
A Martial Saint could die in battle, but never of fear.
He had to know just how much stronger this so-called god was compared to them sage-level fighters.
Boom! ‘Jovras didn’t move. With just a glance, an invisible force struck Yorick and sent him flying back the way he came.
“Yorick!” Liora cried out in shock.
Even Yorick hadn’t been able to touch him. If he crashed at the speed in his current condition, he might actually die.
Thankfully, the old godfather moved like lightning, appearing behind Yorick and catching him with one hand. Using ancient martial arts techniques to redirect the impact, he gently set Yorick down unharmed.
Liora finally let out a breath.
“All together!” Xarri shouted.
They had to hope that, in the chaos of a joint attack, someone could find a weakness in this god.
But even as Xarri, Quintus and Blake leapt into action, ignoring their injuries, the outcome was the same as Yorick’s. All three were bounced back without even scratching him.
Luckily, the old godfather caught all three, one after another. But his aged body wasn’t built for this kind of strain, his breathing had already turned labored.
“Old godfather, are you alright?” Susie hurried over to support him.
“I’m… I’m fine!”
The old godfather knew he was everyone’s pillar. He couldn’t show weakness, not now. He forced himself to appear composed.
Xarri’s eyes flickered with despair, but he kept his mouth shut to avoid demoralizing the others.
Quintus, on the other hand, spat and said what they were all thinking. “Sh*t, this freak’s invincible! He’s a hundred time worse that the Sage Saint!”
“Fire!”
Just then, Sage gave the order to the remaining few dozen members of the Wolf Warrior Unit.
Armed with guns they’d just seized from the Holy Fire organization, the soldiers opened fire, unloading everything they had at the creature above. But the bullets never reached him, they turned to ash in midair.
“Pathetic ants. Die!” Jovras’ eyes flashed with disdain. With a casual wave of his arms, two black energy spheres shot down like cannonballs.
“Shit! Hit the ground!” the old godfather roared, summoning a shield with the last of his strength.
Bam! Bam!
After the explosions faded, all the ordinary people expect for a few fighters near the blast, lay on the ground, screaming in agony.
Just a single, simple move had killed hundreds. This… was the power of a god.
“Submit to me and live. Resist and die!” Jovras suddenly roared. His ethereal voice echoed across all of Solaris Island. “Anyone willing to swear allegiance to me, kneel now! Otherwise, I’ll wipe you out and destroy Chanaea next!”
The sheer force of his voice was overwhelming.
The Holy Fire organization’s army, already a headless swarm of chaos, now dropped to their knees, trembling as they raised their hands in surrender. They bowed as if worshipping the Saintess herself.
“We swear allegiance to the god!”
“We, swear allegiance to the Eagle Nation!”
Watching this unfold, the surviving warriors of Chanaea were filled with despair.
“Isabella!”
Liora still refused to give up. She suddenly signaled to Isabella, who immediately understood and leapt into place.
The two of them sat cross-legged and placed their hands on one lute.
Though both were women in their fifties, their grace and pose still carried the timeless beauty of the Twin Goddesses of Strings.
Physical attacks were useless against this so-called god… but what about mental attacks?
They began to play. But Jovras simply scratched his ear and grinned. “What are you doing?”
Unsurprisingly, it failed.
Liora and Isabella both faltered. Their music-based spiritual techniques had always been effective against those weaker than them. But against someone vastly more powerful, someone who existed on an entirely different plane. It was like playing a lullaby to a monster.
“Keep going!”
Just then, the old godfather placed a hand on each of their shoulders.
The two women flinched in surprise but instantly felt a surge of power far beyond what they’d ever known, and their confidence reignited.
Jovras, however, remained unfazed. He sneered and mocked the old godfather. “Sovereign Prime, what can that broken old body of yours even do? I descended for my ideals. Why did you come down? You’re nothing but a fool, haha…”
The old godfather didn’t respond. He kept his focus.
He knew full well that the remnants of his strength weren’t enough to defeat Jovras. But power wasn’t everything, wisdom still mattered. And something felt… off. Jovras didn’t seem to have fully returned to his prime. This so-called divine form of his was strange, unnatural.
Sure enough, as the musical instrument’s spiritual attack continued. Jovras began to change. His laughter stopped abruptly. His expression twisted in agony as he clutched his head tightly.
“Haha… I am the god! I, Gautier Verkade, am the true victor! No Emmanuel Lowe!”
What the hell?!
Wounded fighters, sprawled across the battlefield, looked on in astonishment. Especially Quintus, Blake, and Nathan, they thought they were fighting a god. How had Gautier, that bottom-feeder, wormed his way in?
“You filthy maggot… You dare profane a god?!” Jovras began to lose it. His mind was fracturing, his consciousness unraveling.
Liora and Isabella glanced back at the godfather in confusion.
“Kee attacking his mind! Drive him into chaos!” the old godfather ordered. Then he turned to the injured warriors scattered around. “Which of you can still fight? Now’s your chance to deliver a fatal blow!”
Yorick stood up once more.
Blake gritted his teeth and rose to his feet too, spitting as he cursed. “A god might be outta my league, but if we’re just dealing with Gautier, hell yeah. I’m in!”
Quintus was already on his feet. “Dammit, why hasn’t Emmanuel killed this freak already? Typical, I gotta clean up the real final boss, like always!”
“Cut the crap and charge!” Nathan ever the pragmatist, charged first just as Jovras slowly descended toward the ground.
Mia, Rosa, Ashton, all the women rushed forward ass well, unwilling to be left behind.
Everyone else was stronger than Nathan; catching up was easy. A wave of Chanaean warriors threw themselves at the god with everything they had.
Watching them charge, Liora began to cry again, and so did Isabella. But neither stopped playing, for they knew, without a doubt, this was the right thing to do.