CHAPTER 292: THE FIFTH VALKYRIE

After listening, Yolanda nodded admiringly:

"Young master is truly merciful, specially leaving them half an hour of rest time."

Sara looked at Carlos, then at the agreeing Yolanda, feeling somewhat dazed.

Was this reasonable?

Though Psionics had better physical condition than ordinary people, could they handle 20 hours of daily supervision?

Sara was somewhat worried...

...

Soon Carlos’s 20-hour supervision system got rolled out. Most Psionics stayed quiet—they’d come to complete missions and couldn’t bail halfway. They could only suck it up, since ditching missions meant no compensation.

Only a small portion of Psionics felt pissed off. Despite working as supervisors here round-the-clock, in human territories their status far exceeded ordinary people—they’d never been this beat. Back in the civilized lands, they were revered figures who commanded respect wherever they went. Nobles would bow their heads in deference, merchants would compete to offer them the finest accommodations, and common folk would step aside on the streets just to let them pass. Their psionic abilities granted them not just power, but social prestige that elevated them above the mundane concerns of regular society. Many had grown accustomed to leisurely lives filled with luxury and privilege, where their word was law and their comfort was paramount.

But seeing those intimidating Black Knights constantly patrolling nearby, they could only bury their complaints.

In the first dark mist layer, outside human territories, might made right. No one dared openly break the rules of Carlos Valois, who commanded tons of powerful Black Knights.

Sara was impressed—she’d underestimated these people. For mission rewards, they truly had no complaints.

However, she couldn’t hear the Psionics’ private whispers:

"Twenty hours daily—does that guy think we’re tireless alchemical puppets?"

"Shh, quiet. That guy distributed special alchemy potions to compress sleep time to 2 hours."

"Stop talking, supervise quickly. If progress doesn’t satisfy that guy, I feel supervision hours might bump up to 22."

"Holy shit!!!"

Thinking of such a terrible future, the Psionics became increasingly motivated. They knew 20 hours daily might not kill anyone, but 22 hours would definitely be worse than death!

Midair, Carlos observed everything, understanding:

"Good, looks like they’ve gotten the message."

The daily 2 hours of free time wasn’t just Carlos’s momentary mercy, but to force Psionics to improve efficiency. Clearly they’d grasped this point.

...

Dotruu Kingdom, deep night.

In a secluded courtyard, solemn voices rang out:

"Glorious Valkyrie, I swear here—your glory is my pursuit;

Brave Valkyrie, I swear here—your courage is my inheritance;"

The six-pointed star ritual circle covering the courtyard suddenly blazed. Within it, Diliya looked extremely serious, continuously chanting toward the hammer-shaped artifact in her hands...

Suddenly, patterns on the hammer-shaped artifact glowed blood-red. Light condensed, forming a shadowy figure whose face couldn’t be seen—only pointed ears were visible.

Clad in blood-red armor, wearing a crimson-gold helmet, wielding a bronze war hammer, the faint surging battle intent shook the sky and scattered the dense moonlight.

The Valkyrie phantom ’examined’ Diliya, seeing through her soul, then turned toward a corner of the courtyard where she sensed familiar aura, a smile appearing on her hazy face.

"Your soul bears my will;

Your body carries my blood;

The oath is sealed!"

Thunderously,

The polar star blazed brilliantly.

The hammer-shaped artifact Diliya prayed to transformed into a bronze hammer, instantly merging into her body.

Then powerful psionic tides continuously poured in as Diliya’s flesh and soul began unprecedented transformation...

"Is this Valkyrie inheritance?"

In the courtyard’s corner, Kathy, Heidi, and Grace watched with burning eyes, fixated on Diliya’s rapidly rising aura.

Kiri hadn’t bullshitted them—Valkyrie inheritance could indeed massively increase their strength!

Time flew by as a bronze hammer-shaped mark gradually formed on Diliya’s forehead. Her originally beautiful face became increasingly perfect, ears becoming pointed, pupils turning emerald green—identical to Kiri.

"Your Excellency, I will never disappoint this power."

Having inherited Valkyrie power, Diliya bowed deeply to the phantom.

The phantom seemed satisfied, nodding slightly before dissolving into starlight and vanishing.

This power!

Diliya felt powerful force continuously surging from within, reminded of her former other half Ginya.

Just wait—I’ll catch up to you soon.

Diliya imagined how shocked Ginya would be when they met again.

"Diliya, how do you feel?"

With the inheritance ceremony complete, Kathy, Heidi, and Grace eagerly surrounded her.

"Amazing. I feel endless power throughout my body, still continuously increasing."

The three women showed envious expressions, then all looked at the final person.

Kiri smiled:

"Before leaving Rock Sand City, I already commissioned Diliya’s close friend to divine the locations of the other three Valkyrie Sacred Relics."

Things were going smoothly—capturing Blood Snake Princess, inheriting the fifth goddess legacy, everything unfolding as Kiri envisioned.

Next was quietly waiting for the Human Supreme Council’s judgment forces to guide them in wiping out the dark vermin of Dotruu Kingdom!

...

Deep dark mist space,

"Lord Demon General,

The Spirit Hall’s fluctuations have appeared again!"

A mountain-sized behemoth suddenly opened eyes like giant bells:

"Where is Pus now?"

"Lord Pus is about to reach that sunlit realm..."

...

First dark mist layer, on the vast ice plains, a complex retainer creation ritual circle slowly took shape.

Carlos stroked Blood Silver, who was lying on him feeding, instructing:

"Blood Silver, once this ritual is done, Ginya won’t be able to push you around so easily."

"Moo moo!"

Blood Silver’s big eyes blinked as its little head started fantasizing about kicking that bad big guy around like a ball, drooling with a silly smile.

"Moo moo!"

It couldn’t wait to participate in the ritual—anything was fine as long as it could kick that bad big guy!

Carlos instructed worriedly:

"Remember, no matter what happens, you have to open your soul barriers.

Otherwise if the ritual fails, your power won’t increase but decrease instead. Then Ginya might only need one finger to pin you down."

"Moo!"

Blood Silver nodded repeatedly, promising to listen to mommy and not let that bad big guy have another chance to mess with it!

Carlos placed Blood Silver at one of the ritual’s core positions. At another spot, a Silver Sword Orchid Black Knight already stood.

"Good, then let’s get started."

Carlos took a deep breath, concentrating as psionic energy surged.

The next second, the retainer creation ritual circle’s positional nodes lit up sequentially, slowly outlining that mysterious inverted double-horned chalice.

"Great **, humbly requesting ***&#@@++—..."