Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 537 Face Slapping

Accompanied by a massive legion of at least two thousand warriors and several lords, Fiona was the first to grace the hall with her presence.

Another woman stepped inside just as the large contingent reached the halfway point toward Vritra.

This newcomer was none other than the goddess herself, the Human Empress. Her surrounding army was equally vast and formidable.

A sudden hush fell over the humans; they were forced to show deference to their Empress, acutely aware of the lethality she possessed.

"W-why are these two here?!" Witnessing such overwhelming power, the crowd couldn't help but retreat a fearful step.

The conflict in the heavens ceased, and even the five families halted their movements.

But then…

"Vanessa Arclis, Empress of the Succubus Race, has arrived." The shocking proclamation echoed, causing hearts to throb with anxiety.

Vanessa entered now, leading a grand army of her own. Despite their terror, the onlookers were stunned by the sight of them.

Every one of them possessed such ethereal beauty that, were it not for Teresa, any of them could easily be deemed the most beautiful in the world.

"T-three Empresses?! Why would they come to a place like this? A-are they also after the Stealer of Fate? That has to be it!" someone shouted.

It made sense, as the witch was a renowned sorceress whose creations were considered global treasures.

"Yasmine Arclis, Empress of the Dragon Race, is here!!"

Before the crowd could process the previous shock, another announcement boomed, causing many to fall to their knees in genuine despair.

Rumors of the Dragon Empress’s return had been circulating recently; this confirmed they were true.

The danger she represented was legendary, to say nothing of the collective might of the Dragon Race.

"Sigh, is this a dream? What kind of wedding is this?! D-don't tell me another war is starting. Are we all going to die?"

The arrival of Yasmine, much like the other women, cast a heavy pressure over the entire hall.

Sir Giant, Shen, and the Ford family were the most stunned of all. While they had distributed invitations to every person of significance and power, they never expected guests of this caliber to actually show up.

They were merely a prominent family within the human race, while these women existed on an entirely different plane of existence.

"B-but why do they all share the same surname? Arclis… I feel like I've heard that before."

"Yeah, it's not a common name. Wait, Vritra Arclis—wasn't that the name of that demon?"

"So they are related to him somehow? Hmm, I doubt they would openly reveal the connection if that were the case."

Yasmine moved further into the venue, bringing a thousand dragons in her wake. That force alone was enough to turn the hall into a bloodbath should she desire it.

"Maeve Arclis, leader of the World Information Centre, has arrived!"

As the final announcement rang out, the audience gasped once more.

Though her organization couldn't yet rival the great races, it was easily as influential as any of the five families.

"Her too? Arclis… are they all part of the same clan?"

Maeve finally entered the hall, followed by a few thousand men in robes that completely obscured their identities.

In a deathly silence, all five women marched toward the altar. Their armies halted in the center of the hall, fanning out to occupy the space.

Vritra was somewhat taken aback by their theatrical entrances, though he secretly wished Yennefer was there as well.

'It’s alright, I’ll find her soon enough. I just need to conclude this marriage first,' Vritra mused.

Fiona, Diana, Vanessa, Yasmine, and Maeve all came to a stop before the altar. The air was thick with tension as everyone wondered what their intentions were.

"Art, I apologize for our tardiness. Congratulations on your nuptials," Vanessa spoke first.

"H-huh? You know him?" Sir Giant asked, nearly tumbling from the sky in his utter bewilderment.

"Of course. He is like a son to me," the Succubus Empress answered, a mischievous glint in her eyes that only Vritra noticed.

"Congratulations, Hu—cough, Art. May the two of you enjoy a long and joyful life together. I lost track of time; you aren't upset, are you?"

Yasmine spoke, returning to her commanding and intimidating persona, though her voice softened when addressing him.

"Congratulations, Master! Sorry we're late, hehe," Maeve added. Vritra could almost imagine her tail wagging back and forth, though she currently had it concealed.

"M-Master? What is that supposed to mean? I-isn't he just trash from a failing family who vanished for years?" a youth from one of the three families whispered.

"Congratulations…" Fiona murmured in a faint, mosquito-like tone, her heart brimming with jealousy. None of them had been granted a formal ceremony yet.

Had she not experienced that specific dream, the Phoenix Empress would have never permitted Vritra to wed another woman.

"E-Empress, do you know Art as well?" Sir Giant asked, turning toward Diana, desperate to understand the situation.

"Naturally. He is my hu—master," Diana declared, meeting Vritra’s eyes with a radiant smile.

"Ugh, this can't be happening. H-how is he connected to so many legends?" someone in the crowd grumbled.

"Regardless, Master, tell us—why has the ceremony stopped? Is there a problem?" Maeve inquired, her face turning stern.

"Is someone here causing trouble?" Diana asked, her gaze sweeping over the guests with a chilling glare.

Everyone trembled. These women were capable of annihilating the guests, the Yates, and the Sea creatures combined.

Who would be foolish enough to act out in their presence?

"Oh, that's right. I did hear several people insulting Art earlier."

Yasmine accurately recalled every individual who had spoken ill of Vritra, and she had no intention of being lenient.

"All of you, step forward! How dare you show such insolence to my son and attempt to disrupt his wedding!!" Vanessa commanded. With a mere thought, she seized control of the minds of hundreds of men.

They stepped forward and dropped to their knees, looking dazed for a moment before regaining their senses.

"Punish them. I will handle those wretched families personally. How dare they insult my da—Art," Fiona said, stepping forward.

"As for you lot, begin slapping yourselves until your arms break and your faces are unrecognizable," Vanessa ordered.

The group was largely composed of Young Masters from the top three families.

They had been the loudest in their mockery of Vritra, and this moment would haunt them forever.

Their bodies moved against their will, and soon the sound of hundreds of sharp slaps filled the air.

Each blow was thunderous. Within moments, many were bleeding and weeping, yet they were unable to stop.

Fiona turned her attention to the two monarchs who were attempting to bypass Gunter and storm the altar.

The leaders of the Grant and Trant families looked like cornered animals, fighting with desperate ferocity.

"Watch yourselves in the future. You cannot afford to offend certain people. Feel how your reckless choices have brought you only misery and regret," Fiona remarked, her expression icy.

"E-Empress, wait, we didn't—"

The two were consumed by terror and tried to plead, but in an instant, their forms were engulfed by the Undead Mythic Halo—a flame that could never be put out.

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