Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Enshrouded in holy light, Ell had turned into a glittering ball that was projected to the seventh layer of ‘Mountain Paradise’ and melted into the infinite brilliance.
Natasha shook her head nonstop, overwhelmed as if she were the little girl whose mother had just passed away again. Her years of faith bordered on collapsing as she was faced with such a scene. Lucien’s years of influence couldn’t have amounted to the shock and desperation she had at this moment.
Facts were the most powerful weapons!
Lucien, vaguely knowing what was going on, managed to suppress the crazy roars in his head. Noticing Natasha’s countenance, he suddenly had the bizarre idea that he should give Francis a great gift to thank him for his contributions to Lucien’s happy life. Of course, that is, if he and Natasha could survive the disaster.
At this moment, while Lucien could not see his own face, he could absolutely imagine how fabulous it was. Shock, delight, confusion, panic, fear and all the other indescribable feelings were surging inside his heart like a tsunami.
Watching Ell being merged with ‘God of Truth’, Lucien suddenly discovered that the Saint Badge he wore quivered, and the source of divine power inside changed into ‘God of Truth’ without any resistance. It was not until this moment that Lucien understood why Francis was bold enough to accept the Seed of Spirit.
“Wait, the main consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls is still inside Ell’s body. Will the God of Truth have indigestion? Will he explode and destroy the world?” Such an idea suddenly occurred to Lucien, who watched ‘Mountain Paradise’ with his mouth open. Did Francis know that Ell was possessed by the mysterious existence of the World of Souls? Somebody might get killed!
Hardly had the idea occurred to him when the infinite, obscure light on the seventh layer expanded abruptly, as if it was proving Lucien’s speculation. He couldn’t help but put on a bitter smile and leaned towards Natasha. Being killed by the self-detonation of ‘God of Truth’ seemed almost a kind of ‘glory’. The future history of magic would probably record him in such a way: “This is a sorcerer who once slew a god, although he perished because of that, too.”
A gentle breeze echoed. The dimmest piece of black, white and grey was spat out from the light. The monotonicity in him was broken and flew far away, and the projection of Mountain Paradise gradually faded.
“What a shame. They were not merged. Otherwise, I could’ve tried God’s Arrival!” Francis watched the scene as zealously as before,
Try God’s Arrival? With your capabilities, I’m afraid that your body and your soul will fall out on the spot. Lucien secretly laughed at him, but he was even more grave. Francis did know that the main consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls was hidden inside Ell’s body. He was even more mysterious than they imagined. Would Lucien’s suicide attack work in front of Mountain Paradise’s projection?
Pointing at Francis, Natasha demanded, “Your rhetoric cannot cover the nature of your blasphemy! Your words in themselves are blasphemy!”
Francis drew inclined crosses on his chest slowly. “I am no less devout to the Lord than you are, except that our opinions on the Lord have great differences both theologically and generally. However, it is not evidenced that I am a heretic. We have only gained a new understanding of the existence and the form of the Lord under the enlightenment of a great prophet.”
“A great prophet…” Lucien repeated in confusion. That sounded like the head of the heretics lurking within the North Church. Was he a certain Saint in the North Church?
Lucien was glad about the debate between Francis and Natasha. A delay was very helpful for him to recover his spiritual power. Even though he could only use magic below the senior rank, Natasha was still capable of fighting Francis, who was only a level eight with his help. What he was worried about was the Demigod-lich who left through the Chaos Teleportation and the projection of Mountain Paradise that had not completely vanished.
Suddenly, the black, white and grey piece attempting to fleet stopped, and a gold skull appeared before it. Congus landed at a spot nearer than everybody anticipated. He had arrived in advance!
The black, white and grey piece shivered, as if it was communicating with Demigod-lich. After only two seconds, Congus burst into laughter. Opening his jaw, he swallowed the black, white and grey piece.
The two needle-like red spots danced crazily like fire in the wind and gradually turned gray. The space around Demigod-lich was twisted, and his vibe soared intimidatingly. In only one moment, he seemed to have broken away from the hundreds of years of being halted and upgraded by one level. Also, it seemed that he was the mysterious existence that controlled the specters, and not controlled by it.
The grey fire bouncing in Congus’ eyes, he turned to Lucien, Natasha, Francis and the projection of Mountain Paradise that was about to disappear, before he said gloomily:
“You will all die.”
…
Inside the magic tower across the ocean, the Lord of Storm read the intelligence report before him. Lightning glittered in his eyes, and tornadoes rose around him, blowing away everything inside the house except for the chairs that Hathaway and Douglas were seated on.
“Congus…” Fernando roared. Then he rose abruptly and said to Douglas, “Ask Bergner to help me.”
Bergner was the name of the Tower Prophet. He had entered the alternate dimension, too.
Douglas’ usually kind face was filled with graveness, too. “Alright. You and Hathaway will go to rescue Lucien, and I will watch over Vicente in case he plays any tricks.”
Fernando, being a reckless man, flew towards the place where the Portal to Alternate Realm was deployed immediately after Douglas’ approval. Hathaway remained silent and followed him.
By the time they reached the lobby of the Portal to the Alternate Realm, Bergner, the Prophet, had already been notified by Douglas and was already waiting. His grey hat seemed to be a small version of the tower.
Nodding at the Prophet, Fernando entered the Portal to Alternate Realm in the lead and returned to Allyn.
When Hathaway and Bergner also arrived at the magic tower in the Congress of Magic, Fernando implemented a telepathic bond and walked out.
“Aren’t we going to deploy a portal to the northern mountains of Erdo Islands?” Bergner confusedly watched Hathaway walk out with Fernando.
Fernando’s voice bordered on screaming. “Relocalization and reestablishment will take another day. However, it will only take us less than a minute for us to reach Heidler from here. Since Vicente and Congus are not there, we will control the Hand of Paleness in no more than an hour.”
“Bergner, foretell the location of Congus’ phylactery and the location of the Portal to Alternate Realm he used.” Hathaway requested straightforwardly.
Bergner was more or less stunned. “You want both of them?”
“If he is dead, everything will be settled.” Fernando’s red eyes were filled with terrifying and depressing storms.
…
“Your Excellency Demigod-lich, congratulations on advancing to the second level of legendary with the help of the remains of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls. You are likely to be promoted to a demigod and control the power of death.” Francis said in a smile unhurriedly, although he was faced with the threat of a legendary expert.
Congus was dazed. “Do I know you?”
Is he trying to surrender?
However, learning the lesson from the three previous encounters with Lucien, Congus did not intend to chatter on. Dead people were the safest targets to talk to!
Francis slightly bowed and drew the weird crosses on his chest. Then he said respectfully, “The great prophet will arrive with my body. I hope Your Excellency Demigod-lich can live until you enjoy your beautiful future.”
Congus suddenly had a bad feeling. The gold skull was opened, and a hoarse voice echoed, “Spirit Confinement!”
Soundless explosions took place. The remainder of the Mountain Paradise’s projection over Francis’s head unleashed holy brilliance that blocked the shadows which intended to confine his soul, creating the weird feeling that time and space had been twisted.
With the help of the twist, a most extremely evil, cunning and formidable air rose abruptly inside Francis’ body, which then formed a dark shadow dozens of meters tall behind him. The shadow had two curly horns and a pair of bloodred, mocking eyes on his obscure face. The enormous black wings on his back blocked the sky of Death Valley.
After he arrived, minor volcanoes rose in the divine domain similar to Mountain Paradise. Red magma flowed out, and black smoke spread throughout the place with an intense smell of sulfur. The temperature seemed to have risen by hundreds of degrees.
Below the volcanoes, there were another eight horrifying scenes. There was a cold plain of eternal silence, there was a muddy stinky swamp, there was an infinite slope of rocks, there was a magnificent bronze castle, there was a world made of fire, and there was a colossal gap whose bottom could not be seen. After only one moment, Death Valley seemed to have turned into a hell.
Looking at the shadow in disbelief, Congus blurted out, “Lord of Hell!”
The shadow turned out to be Maldimos, the Lord of Hell!
Hearing Congus’ exclamation and learning the shadow’s identity, Lucien felt that lightning struck his head and illuminated the scenes he had forgotten, allowing him to connect everything.
Why did Rhine know that the seal of the Master of Argent had something to do with the secrets of the World of Souls?
Why was he confined when he was well-prepared and wary, when Sard got away easily?
If Rhine had not known the secrets of the World of Souls, or that the Master of Argent was sealed in Aalto’s projection, he wouldn’t have participated in the scheme or explored the World of Souls, which meant that he wouldn’t have been trapped. If he hadn’t been trapped, he wouldn’t have asked Lucien to summon Silver Moon Alterna to have a head-on clash with the mysterious existence of the World of Souls, resulting in heavy losses on both sides.
If the target had been the gods, few could have plotted against them without them knowing it.
The other identity of the Master of Argent turned out to be Tiphotidis, the Ice Duke, who was the lord of the eighth level of hell!
Perhaps, the Lord of Hell had already realized the World of Souls and the secrets it contained from the incident when Tiphotidis was sealed. It could be seen by the fact that he pretended to be the great prophet of the ‘Horizontal Cross’ church. The devil who was best known for his cunningness and prudence was certainly unwilling to directly deal with the mysterious existence of the World of Souls. Therefore, he set up a scheme to attract Rhine to join the game and instigated Silver Moon Alterna to fight the mysterious existence of the World of Souls, so that he could take advantage.
So, Lucien had been pushing forward his scheme without noticing anything was wrong. There had always been somebody else behind the curtain.
It was indeed as expected of the Lord of Hell and the Head of Devils!
