God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real Chapter 227 Aurielle Vs Amazonian Queen Sorya (3)

The traps exploded with harmless but humiliating bursts of glittering flux, catching Sorya's warriors off guard as they tried to close the distance.

So stumbled, their pride wounded more than their bodies, while others found themselves montarily immobilized in shimring nets.

Sorya snarled, her frustration mounting. She called upon the full power of her gift, summoning a colossal construct of roots and stone shaped like a massive humanoid guardian.

The construct surged forward, its arms swinging with devastating force.

Aurielle, undeterred, pointed a finger at the towering figure. "Gift Creation: Oopsie Daisy!"

A sudden burst of flux turned the guardian's feet into a patch of slippery moss. The construct toppled with a resounding crash, shattering into a spray of debris.

"That's the thing about big toys," Aurielle quipped. "They always fall harder."

Sorya clenched her fists, her erald flux flaring as she summoned a storm of razor-sharp leaves, each infused with lethal precision. The leaves whirled around her, creating a cyclone of cutting wind that surged toward Aurielle.

Aurielle raised a hand, her violet flux forming a shimring shield that absorbed the assault. The leaves disintegrated upon contact, their fragnts sparkling harmlessly as they fell.

"You're really giving it your all, huh?" she said, her tone almost admiring. "But I think it's ti we wrapped this up."

With a dramatic flourish, Aurielle clapped her hands together, her flux gathering in a radiant surge. "Gift Creation: Crown of Mischief!" she declared.

A glowing violet tiara materialized in her hands, its energy crackling with playful intensity.

Sorya narrowed her eyes, her instincts screaming danger. She launched herself forward, her erald gauntlets blazing with flux as she aid for a decisive blow. "Enough gas!" she roared, her voice echoing through the jungle.

Aurielle smirked, sidestepping the attack with a dancer's grace. In the sa motion, she reached out and placed the glowing tiara on Sorya's head. "Tag! You're it."

The mont the tiara settled, it unleashed a wave of flux that disrupted Sorya's connection to her Nature's Sovereignty.

The roots and vines faltered, their movents slowing as the queen's control wavered. The jungle seed to hold its breath as the balance of power shifted.

Sorya staggered, her erald flux flickering. "What… what did you do?"

Aurielle grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. "Oh, just a little gift to take the edge off. Don't worry—it's reversible. If you behave."

Sorya's warriors gasped as their queen, the unyielding ruler of the Amazon Continent, fell to her knees. The tiara's glow intensified, amplifying Aurielle's flux while nullifying Sorya's.

The jungle fell silent, its allegiance seemingly claid by the mischievous intruder

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Aurielle tilted her head, her violet eyes sparkling with triumph. "Well, Sorya, I think we both know how this ends. You're strong, I'll give you that. But this ga was mine from the start."

Sorya glared up at her, a mix of fury and reluctant respect in her gaze. "You're insufferable."

Aurielle's grin softened slightly, her tone almost playful. "I've been called worse. Now, about that crown…"

She extended her hand, and with a shimr of flux, Sorya's erald tiara lifted from her head and reford into a regal violet crown.

Placing the crown on her own head, Aurielle turned to address the stunned warriors. "Ladies, your queen has a new queen. Try not to sulk about it too much—I promise to make this jungle even more fabulous."

The warriors exchanged uneasy glances but made no move to challenge her. The jungle itself seed to acknowledge Aurielle's victory, its once-feral energy calming under her influence.

Aurielle offered Sorya a hand, her grin as radiant as ever. "Chin up, darling. You'll like working with . I'm actually a lot of fun."

Sorya hesitated, then took the offered hand, rising to her feet with quiet dignity. "This isn't over," she said, her voice low.

Aurielle laughed, twirling her crown with a flourish. "Oh, I certainly hope not. Now, let's get to work. We've got a continent to rule."

Sorya's erald eyes flickered with a mix of resignation and determination as she dusted herself off. Her presence, though subdued by Aurielle's overwhelming energy, still radiated strength.

"You might have claid the crown," she said, her voice steady, "but ruling isn't a ga. This continent has bigger problems than you can imagine."

Aurielle tilted her head, her violet eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Oh? Do tell, Sorya. I love a challenge."

Sorya exhaled, her expression darkening. "The virus. It's spread farther than we anticipated. It's not just infecting the beasts and warriors—it's even starting to corrupt the plants. This jungle is alive, connected. If the infection takes hold completely, it won't just destroy the Amazon Continent—it'll consu everything in its path."

Aurielle's grin faltered slightly, her playful deanor replaced with a rare mont of seriousness. "A corrupted jungle? Well, that's no fun. Why didn't you call sooner?"

Sorya crossed her arms, her erald flux shimring faintly. "I was already fighting it, trying to protect my warriors and contain the spread. That's why I was late to deal with you. But the more we fought, the stronger the infection beca. It's as if it's being directed—guided by sothing greater."

Aurielle tapped her chin thoughtfully, her violet flux swirling lazily around her. "So, you're saying there's a big bad pulling the strings? Interesting. Alright, Sorya, since I'm your queen now, let's make this official. I'll handle the cleansing, and you keep the warriors in line. Deal?"

Sorya's lips tightened into a thin line. "This isn't about your amusent. The jungle is my ho. My people's lives depend on it."

Aurielle clapped her hands, her grin returning. "Relax, darling. You've got on your side now. And trust , I'm very good at this."

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Aurielle strode confidently into the heart of the jungle, her violet flux glowing brighter as she assessed the damage.

The once-lush greenery was marred by patches of dark crimson corruption. Twisted vines pulsed with infected flux, their sickly hue spreading like a disease through the vibrant flora.

The air was heavy, the usual earthy scent replaced by a tallic tang.

Sorya followed closely, her warriors trailing behind at a respectful distance. Her gaze swept the landscape with a mix of sadness and fury.

"This isn't just any virus. It's evolving. The beasts that fell to it turned feral, but the plants… they're becoming sothing else."