When that Molotov cocktail reached its apex, it quickly began to fall.
The landing point was right where Clara and Svarog were standing.
Svarog's calculation ability was excellent, and it quickly computed the parabolic trajectory.
Therefore, it prepared to take Clara and evade.
Just then, an indifferent voice rang out from all directions.
"What? Have I killed too few people, making you think I am merciful?"
The voice did not sound loud, yet it resonated in everyone's ears.
It even echoed throughout the cavernous space of the stone walls.
Looking at the Molotov cocktail still in mid-air, it was grabbed by someone before it could land, and *bang!* it was crushed.
The scattered flames instantly extinguished.
Everyone's attention shifted away from the Molotov cocktail, and only then did they clearly see the true face of the figure standing in the air.
It was none other than the new Supreme Guardian, Oliver!
And in Oliver's arms was a little girl with red clothes and white hair.
"Clara, we meet again."
Oliver tilted his head, looking at the little girl in his arms.
Her snow-white hair was extremely beautiful, especially as it highlighted the unique charm of her red eyes. (As pictured)
Although she was just a little girl, one could see a clarity in her eyes that did not belong to her age.
Her face was very fair and delicate; viewed up close, it looked like it could be broken with a flick.
Her legs were also fair and smooth, and there was a leather thigh band on her upper leg, which already looked tight on her young frame.
Since she was being held by Oliver's left arm, one could sense her slender waist; describing it as something easily spanned by a hand was very fitting.
"It's you, Mr. Oliver, you've come to save me again."
Clara's voice was very soft and reserved.
Like an introverted little white rabbit.
The last time she was chased by Rift creatures, Oliver was the one who saved her and took her home.
This time, facing serious trouble, Oliver still appeared before her.
After seeing Mr. Oliver, the anxiety in Clara's heart was immediately soothed.
It was as if any trouble would be solved as long as Mr. Oliver was present.
Just like Mr. Svarog, he gave her a sense of security.
"Mr. Oliver, we didn't steal the earth marrow, truly we didn't."
Clara desperately explained, hoping Oliver would believe her.
Oliver extended a finger and gently placed it on Clara's lips, cutting off her explanation, "I know, I know everything."
At this moment, Svarog opened its large eyes and scanned the air, locating Clara.
It immediately turned its head to look, but there was no one left by its feet.
"Clara?"
How could my Clara, who was just here, be snatched away?
Svarog looked up again, staring blankly at Clara.
In Svarog's eyes, Clara was more important than the continuation of human civilization.
This was only acceptable because it was Oliver.
If anyone else had snatched Clara, Svarog would definitely have gone berserk and executed the cleansing protocol.
"Supreme Guardian! That group of robots stole the earth marrow!"
"Your Excellency, please severely punish Svarog!"
"Supreme Guardian, these robots are sinners who obstruct the new world! They must all be eliminated! Otherwise, they will cause disaster!"
"You saved everyone, but this group of ungrateful robots stole the earth marrow and dared to oppose you! We couldn't stand by, which is why we wanted to deal with these villains for you!"
Upon seeing Oliver, the crowd instantly acted as if they had found their backbone.
They kept shouting toward him.
Especially the five agitators, whose words were fierce and flowery, every sentence expressing heartfelt loyalty.
If this were a regular leader, they might be forced to handle the matter leniently.
After all, two thousand people is not a small number, and this incident hadn't reached an irreversible point.
Turning a major issue into a minor one would naturally be the best choice.
But Oliver was different.
He understood the plot and Svarog, so naturally, he knew who was right and who was wrong in this matter.
"Did I rescue you so you could save your strength to teach me how to do my job?"
Oliver spoke coldly.
An invisible pressure gradually descended.
"Answer me!"
Boom!!!!!!!!
As Oliver finished with emphasis, a terrifying pressure instantly poured down, settling upon everyone.
Thump thump thump thump thump!
Everyone was pressed down, their legs trembling, and they immediately knelt on the ground.
"Damn it, why are even we—"
Seele had just met up with Natasha, and before she could say two words, she suffered this unwarranted disaster.
A mountain-like weight settled upon her, causing her legs to shake violently.
Eventually unable to support herself, she fell to her knees, using both hands to brace herself on the ground.
It wasn't just Seele; Natasha, Oleg, Luka, Sampo, Svarog—regardless of whether they were good or bad, no one present could remain standing.
"Even the peacemakers suffer—I—" Oleg felt that even complaining was difficult.
"Too strong—is this what an idol is like—" Luka grinned, feeling extremely excited.
"This is likely just the tip of the iceberg of Oliver's power—" Natasha felt a sense of dread, thankful that she hadn't harbored any ulterior motives.
Otherwise, she definitely would have led the Fire-Melt Organization into the abyss.
"Insufficient combat strength—Peace Protocol initiated—Variables under assessment—" Svarog knelt on one knee, its control unit continuously calculating data, muttering to itself.
"I knew I shouldn't have come to join the fun—" Sampo simply lay flat on the ground; since he couldn't stand up anyway, kneeling looked worse.
Although he joked aloud, he was utterly shaken internally.
He hadn't expected—Oliver was actually an Emanator!
The first time he saw Oliver display his divine might, it was only close to the level of an Emanator; he had thought Oliver was merely at the peak among Pathstriders.
Now, personally experiencing this immense pressure of imaginary energy, what the heck was he if not an Emanator?
The fact that he hadn't crushed this entire group to death was already showing mercy.
Sampo himself was once a famous Masked Fools member, having dealt with some Emanators.
But he realized that this Aeon of Abundance seemed to have received considerable favor from Yaoshi.