Chapter 770: Butterfly Mother
“Must I really agree to Archlord Eric’s conditions and completely submit to them?”
“If we follow Archlord Eric and leave the Erald Dream Realm, where will our race go from here?”
“The Dark Butterfly race cannot be enslaved, or we will never have a chance to turn things around.”
Beneath Sophia’s calm expression was a surging maelstrom of emotions.
The major factions of Chaos Continent were making frequent moves. Although Sophia didn’t know what the higher-ups were plotting, anyone who wasn’t a fool could see sothing big was about to happen.
This state of knowing a little but not the whole truth was the most tornting.
Sophia had been constantly searching for a way out for the Dark Butterflies. Among the escape routes she had prepared, there were two best choices.
One was to wait for the child in her womb to be born. With its excellent bloodline, she could devote all her race’s resources to nurturing her child, helping them beco an Archlord in a few hundred years.
Although an Archlord was not the strongest power on this continent, it would be more than enough to shelter the Dark Butterfly race.
However, this optimal choice now seed too slow, because those mighty beings seed unwilling to delay any longer.
In this environnt, Sophia had to pay attention to the child in her belly while worrying about her race; she was deeply troubled.
Through her efforts during this period, Sophia had also found a path for her tribe: to pledge allegiance to a nearby Archlord and sign many unequal treaties.
On this path, given the nature of those beings, the Dark Butterfly race would basically be enslaved.
If war were to break out, who knows how many of the people on Phoenix Butterfly Ridge would be reduced to cannon fodder.
It was even possible that before the war ended, the Dark Butterfly race would have vanished from the continent.
Thinking of all the worst-case scenarios, and the child she carried in her womb, Sophia felt truly resentful.
If the Dark Butterfly race was enslaved, what would happen to her child upon birth?
Continue to be enslaved?
At the re thought of this possibility, Sophia felt an overwhelming unwillingness.
This was an opportunity she had obtained by casting aside her dignity and pride, by taking the initiative to seduce a man. She absolutely could not give it up just like this.
“Your Majesty the Queen, Archlord Eric’s envoy seeks an audience outside the valley.”
As Sophia’s worries swirled, a butterfly woman appeared like a phantom behind her, reporting on the visitor.
Sophia did not imdiately respond to the butterfly woman behind her. She slowly exhaled, then took a deep breath in.
Indifferent, calm, her heart like still water—the dignified Sophia regained her lordly pride, high and aloof.
“Tell him Archlord Eric’s conditions are too harsh; the Dark Butterfly race cannot et them.”
“Also, strengthen the alert. Do not allow any outsiders near the territory.”
Sophia was very decisive. She knew that the envoy sent by Archlord Eric this ti was rely a probe, to test her attitude, to test the bottom line of the Dark Butterfly race.
Since it was a probe, a firm rejection was the best course of action.
“As you command, Your Majesty the Queen!”
The butterfly woman’s figure flashed and vanished. Sophia raised her right hand, placing it on her swollen belly.
As long as the bloodline reached the Archlord level, the child in her womb could be born at any ti.
Sophia had extrely high expectations for her child.
“The situation is very bad. As a Butterfly Mother, I will do my best to buy you ti.”
“But you must also live up to expectations, strive to enhance your bloodline, be born soon, and shoulder the future of our Dark Butterfly race.”
This was Sophia’s whisper, like prenatal education, a dialogue with the child in her belly.
However, the title “Butterfly Mother” was still sowhat unconventional.
In the Dark Butterfly race, there was no concept of “mother” or “mom.”
All young Dark Butterflies addressed Sophia as Butterfly Mother.
Upon adulthood, the form of address would change from Butterfly Mother to Your Majesty the Queen.
Sophia’s swollen belly pulsed for a mont, as if the child inside was responding to her.
From this, it could be seen that Sophia’s child seed to have long possessed consciousness.
“If only your father were also a race from our world!”
“With his current strength, protecting our race would definitely be possible.”
This was not just Sophia’s fantasy. So of her words, though seemingly spoken to the child in her belly, were truly directed at Orion, the source of the child’s bloodline.
Because the child’s bloodline couldn’t be enhanced by its own efforts in the womb; the one who could truly enhance the child’s bloodline was Orion through his own strength.
Over the past few years, by sensing the changes in her child’s bloodline, Sophia knew very well how rapidly Orion’s strength had leaped.
At tis, Sophia even felt that her child’s bloodline had already reached the Archlord level.
Because the pressure occasionally emitted by that wisp of bloodline in her belly made her tremble with fear and thrill.
Then again, according to the ancient secret arts of her tribe, the child’s bloodline had not yet reached the Archlord level.
Because an Archlord’s bloodline would already show signs of deification, turning a pale gold.
Based on these phenona, Sophia quickly realized that she might have truly hit the jackpot.
The bloodline of the child in her womb might not just be an Archlord bloodline, but also an Over-tier powerhouse bloodline capable of fighting above its tier. This ant that giant was likely no ordinary being; he possessed the bloodline of a titan.
As if in response to Sophia, she sensed the child in her womb lightly touch her belly from the inside.
“Be good. Butterfly Mother will always be watching over you.”
In the pavilion, the Butterfly Mother was tender, a gentle smile on her face—the love for a child.
In the valley, flowers blood, and thousands of butterflies danced. The creek murmured, like a song of praise.
The butterflies’ wings fluttered in the sunlight, the occasionally refracted brilliant light like the hope in Sophia’s heart, illuminating the beautiful valley.
On the Dawn Continent, the situation was tense.
Sophia was secretly paying attention to Orion in a special way.
Orion himself was unaware of this, completely in the dark.
Orion was even completely unaware of the child in Sophia’s womb.
Of course, if Sophia stood before Orion and confronted him about the absurd affair that happened when he was guarding the void passage, Orion would surely rember.
“The battle has already started up ahead. The undead forces are advancing. The Shadow Banshees’ reaction isn’t slow; they are gathering their troops.”
“You need to head to the front line with
now to put pressure on the Shadow Banshee Archlord, making her co out to tie
down.”
“Is there anything else you need to prepare?”
Alexander looked at Orion. The reason he asked this was not to see if Orion was ready, but to ask about the cooldown ti on Orion’s trump cards.
As fellow survivors, Alexander knew very well that the conditions for using many powerful trump cards were very harsh, and their cooldown tis were very long.
For example, the Forbidden Spell on Orion’s legendary equipnt, the Lightning Cloak, still could not be cast again after all this ti.
“Bro, no problem on my end. I can set out at any ti!”
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