Looking at the ritual proceeding smoothly, Faldt frowned a little.
“Hopefully, there will be no trouble.”
For some reason, he had a bad hunch but did not seem to know what was it. What was the problem?
Faldt suppressed the anxiety within him as he continued to maintain a connection with the Demiurge’s Pillar, in order to smoothen the summoning ritual.
*Dupp!!*
*Dupp!!*
*Dupp!!*
Soon, a series of huge heartbeat-like rhythm rang out from the center of the ritual.
Amidst the thick smoke, a towering giant black smoke column slowly emerged within the smoke.
This was a miniature version of the Demiurge’s Pillar from the Underworld.
Faldt looked delighted as he saw it.
“It’s here!”
Both of his hands quickly touched the seal before him, as he chanted the spellrunes to connect to his true body.
Not too far away from the theater.
The surviving Darksiders that had originally should had been hiding looked at the changing blood-red sky as they walked out of their hiding spots.
The swordthralls had all been recalled and had taken up positions near the theater to prevent anyone from interrupting the ritual.
Auldmandiller also led his two students out of their hiding place as they looked at the theater with sadness.
From afar, he could feel an overwhelming dread of death, and he knew that even if he were to strike now, it was already too late.
The energy fluctuations of the ritual performed by Faldt was just too strong and was not something they could interrupt.
*Whiff!*
Suddenly, there was a subtle rip of the air.
Two sorry-looking Palatinates in Suncrown gold-lined white uniform gently landed beside Auldmandiller.
“It’s too late now… Faldt is about to succeed….” an old man Auldmandiller had not seen before said. There were helplessness and despair in his eyes.
“This world is about to descend into terror.” Another man said. “If it weren’t for the Crownlord’s absence—”
“The Crownload is dead,” the old man interrupted him. “I saw a blood corpse within the theater earlier, it was one of the students attending the Crownlord.”
Everyone fell silent.
As they looked at the gradually changing sky, no one was in the mood to speak.
With Faldt’s true body manifesting, the age of Faldt’s brutal rule of this world without any opposition, was nigh.
Even the three Great Hidden Realms had no way to seal and kill the avatar of the Underworld Declaimer, much less his far more powerful true incarnation.
Auldmandiller looked up to the sky.
A massive smoke pillar rose from the theater straight into the sky.
At the top of the smoke pillar, something seemed to be faintly gestating there, as a black vortex emerged.
*Ugggghhhh…*
It sounded as if an old man was crying due to his illness as a bizarre sigh rang out from the black vortex.
“It’s here!” Auldmandiller rumbled. “We need to leave now. This is our only chance. Once the summoning completes, no one can escape!”
He had some knowledge about the summoning ritual and knew that this was the most critical moment, and this was the time when all of Faldt’s powers had shrunk the most.
If they were to escape now, he would have ignored the little bugs like them.
“Auldmandiller… How about the Wasp Lord? Your academy’s principal?” The Palatinate Elder recognized Auldmandiller’s identity and asked.
“The principal… I did not see him. I got separated from him after the battle.” Auldmandiller shook his head.
“Let’s leave. The die has already been cast… The world is big, perhaps we can find a way in the future, but for now, Faldt’s plans had succeeded, and we will not be able to turn the tide.”
Another man said mournfully.
Auldmandiller did not respond and simply gave the giant smoke pillar a deep glance.
*Vooom!!!*
Suddenly, the vortex at the top of the smoke pillar expanded as it instantly covered the entire theater and enveloped the entire size of the grand theater…
Just as sudden, a massive black arm slowly emerged from the vortex as it grabbed onto its edge.
Following that, a black giant in graceful Magister uniform slowly emerged from the vortex.
The black-skinned giant was ten meters tall, not unlike a tall building as it slowly climbed out of the vortex, and planted its massive feet firmly at the center of the theater.
Aside from the rather eye-catching skin color, what was even more noticeable was the various tiny black orbs around it.
The orbs were like living beings as they constantly circled around him.
*Bam!!*
A black line blasted out from the inside of the theater, carrying Faldt’s Mi Yue incarnation as he rose up to the chest of the black giant.
“My will, all shall return to one!”
Faldt held his hands open as he leaped from the black line into the black giant’s chest.
*Shink!*
A soft clatter later, he seemingly sank into the giant’s chest like water and disappeared into it.
At that very moment, the ten-meter-tall black giant finally opened his eyes.
A pair of bright-colored eyes slowly opened, radiating sagacity and calmness.
“Finally… I’ve arrived at last… The human realm that I have longed for far too long…” He took a deep breath as if trying to take in the fragrance of the air.
Even when there was nothing but the stench of blood here.
“It’s over.”
Seeing the terrifying giant, Auldmandiller felt weak as sorrow filled his heart.
He knew that form now on, the entire world would tremble under Faldt’s terrifying shadow.
“No! Wait, there’s a second wave of power!?” Suddenly the elder palatinate yelled in surprise and pointed to the sky.
Auldmandiller immediately looked over.
“Considering the time, I think you should’ve been done, Faldt.”
Suddenly, a black figure appeared on the other side of the skyline, floating in midair.
*Vhooom!!*
In an instant, the figure suddenly expanded and became a black giant floating in midair in a flash.
The figure was also a black giant, in a menacing black armor with two massive scimitars in both hands.
Faldt, who was somewhat full of himself earlier suddenly looked on at the familiar giant with a stunned expression as a bad hunch welled in his heart.
“Netherblade! How is this possible! How could you break through the barrier and manifest in the human realm!” Why did I not sense anything?! Impossible!”
“Of course! That’s because I have an ally that is far more reliable than you… Ahahaha!!!” The Netherblade laughed.
The massive body landed heavily on the ground, and two buildings were shattered in his wake.
“Still not showing up yet? Holyspirit King?” He turned around and looked in another direction.
*Bam!!*
A massive pillar of pure light shot up straight into the sky as the ten-meter-thick pillar of light blasted out from the other corner of where Faldt was.
The pillar of light was like a massive erupting geyser as a stalwart warrior in white armor slowly emerged at the top of it.
The warrior was covered in heavy armor as he held a sword in one hand, and a bloodied, broken woman in another.
“Faldt.”
The pale golden draconic eyes under the heavy armor looked on calmly at the black giant.
“Greetings. You can call me the Holy Emperor.”
Faldt’s pupils shrank and instantly noticed the woman in Lin Sheng’s clutch.
“Qyne…” The moment he saw at the blood all over the woman, he felt a powerful surge of emotion from his heart.
“You!!!!”
