Mechanical God Emperor

Chapter 342 – The Meheecan Principality

Translator: Xaiomoge

Staring at the Wizard draped with a cloak, the middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe spoke slowly: “I am Pavon, the pope of the Church of the Meheecan River. Distinguished Wizard, who are you?”

On the Feisuo Plane, there were many regional gods, and the God of the Meheecan River was one one of them, their scope of faith confined only to the surroundings of the Meheecan River. Most of the regional gods were feeble divine power rank gods who barely became gods and may not even possess a divine country of their own. They occupied the lowest rung among gods.

Regional gods didn’t dare to expand their domain. If the God of the Meheecan River dared to go out of their lane and call themselves the God of Rivers, the gods of rivers of different divine systems would turn hostile and attack them.

In general, experts without a background or a backer would be some region’s gods after becoming gods. Only gods who had a divine system as their backer could use divine names that encompassed the whole Feisuo Plane.

“I am Princess Chrissy of the Iman Principality!” The cloaked person took off the cloak, revealing the figure underneath. Beneath the cloak was an exceptionally beautiful woman with long blue hair, beautiful sapphire-like eyes, tall and sexy figure, sparkling skin, delicate facial features, and a golden rune engraved on the forehead that looked like a golden beauty mark exuding a heroic air.

Yang Feng was surprised when he heard the exceptionally beautiful woman, and his gaze focused on her: “Princess Chrissy of the Iman Principality!”

The Iman Principality was a lesser principality that Duke Isere destroyed a few years ago with his private army. Countless people of the principality were reduced to slaves and sold off by Duke Isere.

Reportedly, the fuse for this war was the great princess of the Iman Principality, Princess Chrissy. Duke Isere wanted to marry Princess Chrissy. After he was refused, he flew into a rage out of humiliation and used this pretext to send troops to annex the Iman Principality and expand the influence of the Hansen Family.

Princess Chrissy’s whereabouts were unknown after the war. Yang Feng didn’t expect to see this princess of a fallen state here.

When his gaze fell on the golden imprint on Princess Chrissy’s forehead, Yang Feng’s eyes glimmered with a peculiar light: “That’s a god’s darling imprint! This is proof that she is favored by a god! The god the Iman Principality believed in should be the Goddess of the Iman Springs Venia.”

Venia was a human Legend Wizard specialized in water spells 5,000 years ago. Amid the democalypse, after various fortuitous encounters and countless hardships, she finally became a god. Because she had no powerful backer, she could only end up as the Goddess of the Iman Springs, her area of belief the Iman Principality.

After the destruction of the Iman Principality, Venia obviously couldn’t help but begin intervening in secular affairs. According to the treaty of the gods, gods could not directly interfere with the secular world, but that still left them with various indirect methods.

Venia evidently chose Princess Chrissy to take on the responsibility of restoring her state.

On the Feisuo Plane, there would often be a strong hero suddenly appear from the ashes of a destroyed lesser state. After overcoming countless hardships and defeating numerous nearly impossible to defeat enemies, they would restore the state. Gods had a finger in the pie.

Pavon frowned. After contemplating for a while, he said slowly: “So it’s Princess Chrissy! You and your men can come in. As for the rest, they have to be cleared by detection spells before they can enter the city. As you may know, the democalypse has begun, and with the doppelgangers being capable of taking on human form, we have no choice but to take precaution.”

Chrissy assented: “Okay!”

Pavon chanted an incantation, pointed down with the scepter in his hand, and cast the spell Non-Human Detection.

Bright blue light fell down onto the refugees.

There was no response from the refugees, but two beams of red light rose from Glicedar and Esramia standing next to Yang Feng.

“Abyssal fiends!” A voice suddenly echoed in the crowd. Eyes filled with horror, the refugees near Yang Feng’s group of three rushed to flee in all directions.

Very quickly, a large empty circle formed around Yang Feng’s group of three, making them very conspicuous.

Chrissy drew a sword from her waist, pointed at Yang Feng’s group, and barked: “Who are you people?”

Atop the city wall, Pavon locked onto Yang Feng’s party with his spirit force, ready to recite an incantation and give them a fatal blow at a moment’s notice.

“I am Duke Ian of the Morrince Empire, and these two are my concubines of other races!” Yang Feng raised the cloaks wrapping them and said haughtily.

Both Glicedar and Esramia had employed disguise spells to disguise themselves. From their outer appearance, however, they still looked like rarely seen beautifies.

When she heard Yang Feng call her his concubine, Esramia felt resentful, but deep in her heart, there was a touch of joy.

Pavon’s face suddenly changed, then he showed a kind smile and said: “So it’s you, Duke Ian! Please come in!”

The Meheecan Principality was a lesser state with the Church of the Meheecan River as the state religion. It was one of many lesser states located in the Chaotic Mountains at the junction of the three major forces – the Red Earth Wasteland, Titan Empire, and Morrince Empire.

If placed in the Zaliah divine system’s Radiant Church, Pavon, who was the pope of the Church of the Meheecan River, would just be an archbishop rank existence. A lesser state didn’t dare to offend a bigwig like Yang Feng.

Princess Chrissy looked at Yang Feng from afar, and her beautiful eyes shone with complex light.

The gate opened and all the refugees poured into the city.

Yang Feng and his party were directly welcomed into the palace of the Meheecan Principality.

Inside the palace, in a luxurious banquet hall.

Within the banquet hall, well-dressed aristocratic man and woman talked with one another in small circles.

There was a very handsome young man with short blue hair dressed in a white formal attire surrounded by a dozen beautiful young ladies.

The dozen beautiful aristocratic young ladies looked at the young man with adoration in their pretty eyes.

“Give it a rest, you guys! Kisad already has someone he likes. If you want to find a man, why don’t you come to me!” A plain-looking young man in a black formal attire with a dissolute aura squeezed next to the handsome young man and smiled at the dozen beautiful aristocratic young ladies lewdly.

The dozen beautiful gentlewomen could only smile grudgingly. Staring daggers at the plain-looking young man, they turned and left.

Only the plain-looking young man with the dissolute aura and a tall, pretty, very capable-looking young lady with wheat-colored skin tone remained next to the handsome young man.

The young man with the dissolute aura scanned the handsome young man with his gaze, and his eyes flickered with envy: “Kisad, you really deserve to be the god’s darling. Not only are you handsome, but at your young age, you’re already a legend rank powerhouse, and you practice magic and martial dual cultivation. Coupled with the popularity you have with women, you’re really enviable! I really want to change places with you!”

Kisad smiled, his eyes full of enthusiasm: “You don’t need to envy me, Guedes. Your talent in swordsmanship is one in a million. Few people in the Meheecan Principality can best you. It’s only a matter of time before you become a Sacred Swordsman. At that time, the both of us joining hands will make the Meheecan Principality even stronger!”

Guedes shook his head, then took a glass of red wine, downed it, and smiled faintly: “Really! You’re a guy whom nobody can hate.”

Just then, there was suddenly an uproar at the entrance of the hall.

Exuding temptation with each movement, a beautiful woman with long blue hair, snow-white skin, a tall and sexy figure, an oval face, and an extraordinary temperament in a blue evening dress that exposed the chest entered the palace with a bright smile.

As soon as the beautiful woman stepped into the palace, under the suppression of her brilliance, the beautiful young ladies in the palace set off her beauty as if supporting characters.

Kisad’s eyes lit up. He revealed a smile, and went to greet the beautiful woman.

Guedes suddenly smiled and said: “Becky, Kisad and Her Highness Great Princess Tissini are a match made in heaven, right?”

The tall, beautiful, capable-looking woman with wheat-colored skin tone and many calluses from training with the sword had her body stiffen and her beautiful eyes dim, and she said with difficulty: “Right, they really are a match made in heaven.”

At that moment, Yang Feng entered the palace with Esramia and Glicedar.

Everyone’s gazes were immediately attracted to Esramia and Glicedar. Although they used spells to conceal their true identity, but they were still extremely beautiful. And due to the high position they held, they naturally had a dignified and graceful temperament.

In particular, Glicedar’s every movement carried endless temptation, making so that the men at the banquet stared at her bewitching body, unable to avert their gazes.

Apart from succubi, dark elves were the darkness race of the Feisuo Plane most tempting to men. As the pope of the Dark Elven Church, Glicedar was proficient in countless seduction techniques, and every movement of her’s made people’s imagination run wild.