Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“No response?”
“Something is indeed wrong!”
Apart from shock, Lucien couldn't help but feel that he had seen it coming. It was like something long-expected finally took place, or the other boot on the upper floor finally hit the ground.
Not trying to call again, and not wasting any more time, Lucien decisively commanded the 'Angel of Lightning and Thunder' who was hiding in another bomb shelter to attack!
When he said that it was in case of accidents, he meant the accident of when Ell went wrong!
The Orb of Destruction that seemed able to create a void took shape. The two needle-like red spots on Congus' white skull stared at Lucien and locked onto him, making him feel coldness rising from the bottom of his heart.
Suddenly, another shadow flew out from Congus' left rear. He had six wings on his back and was surrounded by lightning and the holy halo. Attracting the remaining atmosphere in the divine domain, it seemed that he was the master of the divine domain.
As a fake Seraph, he was on the second tier in the divine domain and could execute part of Ell's power on his behalf!
No expression could be seen on Congus' white skull. The Orb of Destruction blinked and arrived next to Lucien, and he started chanting: “Spirit Confinement.”
He had been wary that the master of the divine domain, who was close to level nine, would ambush him with 'Congus Ring', which had quite a few legendary magics on it!
“Spirit…” A complicated voice that almost overlapped with Congus' spell echoed following him, and ma.s.sive magic waves emerged.
Having no time to check the 'master of the divine domain' who had been solidified into a statue, Congus discovered in shock that Lucien had a black, weird ring on his right hand, which looked so familiar.
“He has just advanced into the senior rank. How can his cognitive world be substantialized?”
“How is it possible?”
For a moment, Congus felt that his soul and his cognitive world were collapsing. It completely violated his common sense!
“… Confinement!” As the weird spell ended, Lucien's spiritual power flooded into the 'Congus Ring' incessantly like a river that had just broken the dam. On the other hand, the moment the Orb of Destruction hit the target, the trigger was activated, teleporting him to the other side of the battlefield. He was away from the confinement, and he watched the ruins turned into destructive black.
Illusionary souls appeared around Congus, trying to crawl into his body. Immediately, the two needle-like red spots on Congus' face were frozen. As a result, the area of 'Time Stop' collapsed, and Natasha was normal again. In the next second, she did not bother to look at Congus but simply slashed at a certain corner in the ruins.
Out of nowhere, feeble magic waves spread out from the white skeleton enshrouded by souls. Congus vanished and blinked to a corner not far away. He freed himself from the illusionary souls that hadn't really slithered in, but his forehead was greeted precisely by Pale Justice!
It was an estimation and a plan that Lucien made according to the effect of 'Brief Blink'. When the other places were occupied by the holy air of the divine domain, there was an 80% chance that the spectres would choose this corner to hide in!
Congus, who was briefly affected by 'Spirit Confinement', did not have any thinking ability, and could only count on his instincts!
A firm and gentle hue popped up on the longsword, surrounded by two illusionary, horrifying gaps. Congus' black cape was abruptly cut, and his pure skeleton fell apart. The gold skull was broken into three pieces, with earsplitting howls echoing from the mouth.
However, right then, the skull revolved and got covered by the feeling of a twist of time and s.p.a.ce.
When everything was settled, Congus was already gone, and Natasha had been blasted by the howls.
Despite using Pale Justice to block, she was still blown away by the terrifying soundwaves. She fell heavily, with blood on her lips. She was apparently heavily wounded.
“Chaos Teleportation… He's still not killed. Legendary Sorcerers are really hard to kill.” Lucien's spiritual power was almost dry, and he could barely raise his hands. “Let's get out of here fast. Congus' capabilities are not really compromised.”
The main body of the DemiG.o.d-lich was the gold skull. The skeleton was mainly meant to stabilize part of the magics. It was not a big deal even if the skeleton was lost. Therefore, Congus still had at least 95% of his strength left. After he returned, he would definitely vent his fury through legendary magics. Lucien, on the other hand, had run out of spiritual power, and Natasha was also heavily wounded. If they did not seize the opportunity to flee, there would be no chance of survival for them except for mutual destruction with the enemy.
Natasha did not say anything but wobbled to Lucien, helping him to get back on his feet. They were ready to leave Death Valley. Now, the loss of control of the mysterious existence was longer and longer. As long as they ran a thousand meters away before Congus returned, he wouldn't be able to locate the two of them as easily as before. Their chances of survival finally did not seem slim now!
“Although I'm heavily wounded, I can still keep this speed. As long as Congus' landing point is not very close, we will be safe.” Natasha comforted Lucien in delight and observed the surroundings warily. She did not need Lucien to remind her to know that something was wrong with Ell after seeing that it was the Angel of Lightning and Thunder that was standing there stunned.
Hardly had she concluded her sentence when everything around them changed. The collapsed buildings were raised again, and the town decorated with agates and jades were as complete as yesterday. Pleasant hymns and overwhelming halos appeared again, decorating the place as if it were the real Mountain Paradise, although the pure souls and angels were nowhere to be seen again.
Ell flew out of a bomb shelter. Wearing an olive garland and a white robe, he smiled at Lucien and Natasha who raised her longsword. “One of you is out of spiritual power, and the other is heavily wounded. Even though you have a legendary ring and a longsword that's equal to legendary, you still cannot put up any resistance.”
His vibe was unpredictable and intimidating. However, Natasha refused to wait to die. Gritting her teeth, she was about to wield her sword and attack.
Right then, Lucien secretly patted her arm and spoke in the telepathic bond, “Wait a moment. There's still a chance. Later, you will run backward as fast as you can. Don't look back.”
“You want to die together with the enemy?” Natasha's voice was s.h.i.+vering.
Lucien smiled, “There are still chances that I may survive. Over the past few days, the remains of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls have been greatly weakened. Even if Alterna completely lets go of it and attacks the enemy, chances are that my body will decay but I can hide my soul in the magic robe of the 'Immortal Throne'. The extraordinary item will never be corrupted so easily. I'll have to count on your help then. It's not a big deal for a sorcerer to change a body.”
“But…” Natasha wanted to say something, because it was only Lucien's own deduction. If the power left in the remains was beyond his estimation, the item as well as his soul would be decayed together.
“There's no need to say anything. This solution has better odds than you fighting him. Isn't it obvious which option you should choose?” Lucien criticized Natasha's hesitation. “In my heart, you have always been a determined knight who makes decisions after ruling out emotional factors. Don't disappoint me.”
Seeing the unusual rigorousness on Lucien's face, Natasha bit her lips and nodded hard. Her silver and purple eyes were covered with mist. Then, she slightly backed off and stood next to Lucien's right hand.
The conversation was conducted in the telepathic bond and did not take much time. At this moment, Ell floated not far away and said while looking at Lucien's left hand. “After I kill you, I will have plenty of time to return to the World of Souls before the DemiG.o.d-lich comes.”
The World of Souls? Both Lucien and Natasha looked at him in astonishment.
Ell enjoyed their astonishment and burst into laughter. “Do you still not recognize who I am?”
Solid black, white and grey colors surfaced in both of his eyes.
“The mysterious existence of the World of Souls? You…” Lucien was surprised at first and then looked at his left hand. No wonder it was so weak. Had the largest portion secretly escaped to Ell?
Ell smiled, “Alterna's greatest mistake was that she did not foresee that part of my main consciousness had been awakened in advance. She was stalled by the power that I dropped. Until the power is fully absorbed, she will be swallowed if she gets distracted and attacks anyone. In the meantime, my current body is not bad at all. The power of faith is copious, allowing me to return to the ninth circle quickly. While I cannot deal with DemiG.o.d-lich for now, am I unable to deal with the two of you in your current states?”
“So, you can go to h.e.l.l.” Ell summoned the power of the divine domain. The holy halo was more dazzling than ever before. Because of the blockage of the body, it was in no conflict with the mysterious existence of the World of Souls at all.
Enhanced by the power of 'Mountain Paradise', and surrounded by the sacred light, he looked like the real G.o.d of Truth.
Lucien's heart became heavy. He began to discuss with Natasha about the time to run. In the meantime, he talked to Alterna and asked her to attack despite the risks.
Suddenly, the hymns and praises were thousands of times more magnificent, making Lucien and Natasha feel that their minds were cleansed. Ell, on the other hand, was stunned, but was still emitting the holy brilliance.
“What's wrong with him? Lucien asked in confusion.
Natasha shook her head cluelessly.
“Hehe, finally.” A familiar voice came from the entrance of the Death Valley. Francis, in a plain robe, and with six illusionary wings, slowly walked in and watched 'Ell' zealously, as if he were appreciating a piece of artwork that he had just completed.
Natasha's eyes were frozen. “Francis, what have you done?”
Francis seemed overjoyed, and Lucien and Natasha posed no threats to him right now. Therefore, he replied rather c.o.c.kily, “Faith is gathered according to different prayers, sublimating into G.o.dhood. You should know it already as 'Leviathan'.”
“You know that?” Lucien did not expect that Francis would recognize him.
Francis laughed. “I did not see it, but it does not mean that none of the existences saw it. I only learnt it a few days back when I was heavily wounded by you.”
After saying that, He continued his topic, “However, since G.o.dhood is the congregation of beliefs and represents the strongest desire of different souls, how can regular creatures bear it? The fake G.o.ds such as Ell, Avando, Asin and Antanas became more and more bigoted, extreme and crazy because of the influence of G.o.dhood. Countless people must've been crying and driving them in their heads. Therefore, for the fake G.o.ds, the higher they go and the more faith that they gather, the crazier and more dangerous they will be. Few fake G.o.ds can advance into the legendary realm.”
“Does it have anything to do with what you are doing?” Seeing that Francis was so calm that he seemed to have forgotten that a DemiG.o.d-lich was returning, Lucien asked in confusion.
“Oh, I'm off the topic.” Looking at Ell respectfully, Francis said, “If a fake G.o.d had the doctrines, clergy, rituals and prayers of the Lord, and his believers wors.h.i.+ped him as an omniscient and omnipotent being like the Lord, do you think that his G.o.dhood will be closer and closer to the Lord?”
“How can you invoke the Lord? What you are doing is pure blasphemy!” Natasha berated him more than angrily.
Francis burst into laughter. “How can it be blasphemy? What do you think will happen when his G.o.dhood is more and more like the Lord?”
Instead of waiting for Lucien and Natasha to reply, he turned around to Ell and said piously, “You are one, and everyone. You are the beginning, and the end. You are the moment, and forever.”
Boom. The final step of the ritual seemed to have been finished. Infinite holy light burst out from Ell, suppressing the mysterious existence of the World of Souls inside his body. In the sky, the hollow and unpredictable hymns echoed again. A gigantic, illusionary cl.u.s.ter of light that was divided into seven layers surfaced uncannily. From the first to the fifth layer, there were holy spirits and angels, there were all kinds of musical instruments, and there was happiness and peace. On the sixth layer, there were six Seraphim, who were wors.h.i.+ping the indescribable brilliance on the seventh layer.
“Mountain Paradise…” Natasha found it hard to believe.
Lucien, on the other hand, was stunned.
As if attracted by the enormous force, Ell was more and more synchronized and alike with the light of the seventh layer. In the end, with the main consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls, he flew towards the infinite brilliance whose feet was embraced by an angel.
Francis declared frantically, “How can such an idiotic fake G.o.d resist the a.s.similation of the Almighty Lord?”
“What I have been wors.h.i.+ping and preaching has always been the Lord. How is it blasphemy?”
“Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” Francis drew a cross on his chest devoutly, the vertical bar shorter and the horizontal bar longer!
Lucien, on the other hand, heard only one voice: “Welcome to FM x.x.x. This is G.o.d of Truth.”
