Chapter 387: Divine War
Chapter 387: Divine War
In Tiris, Intis, at the Golden Rooster Inn.
Medici, with his flamboyant red hair and a perpetual look of disdain and contempt on his face, sat in a chair, bringing a red apple to his mouth for a bite.
In just half a month, before the malevolent spirit power in his body had fully dissipated, he successfully killed a Sequence 3 "War Bishop" and regained his divinity.
Currently, he was preparing to hunt an angel, to return to being a "Weather Mage", making it easier to fulfill his agreement with a certain someone.
As Medici was pondering the detailed hunting plan, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in his ear.
"'Lord of the Mirror World' and 'Great Terror' have been lured away."
"Hurry, pray to me, pray to enter the 'Mirror World,' pray to enter Fourth Era Tiris, and pray for a strengthened connection with the 'Conqueror' to reclaim that Sequence 1 Extraordinary Trait."
Thud!
The apple, which he had taken two bites from, fell to the ground. Medici listened to the voice in his ear, his face full of disbelief.
He thought that for his former "War Angel", who was once so close to becoming the "Red Priest" and an Angel King, to recover to Sequence 3 in such a short time was already astonishing.
But in just half a month, the avatar that had just ascended to Sequence 5 "Secret Seeker" had grown to the point where it could engage in a fight with the "Primordial Witch" Chick and other powerful beings?
Even for a being of the Old Gods, this was too much, and you're just an avatar!
While he was stunned, Lu Ke's voice continued, filled with trust and reassurance.
"You only have one chance, Medici. Don't disappoint me."
"Prove to me that a thousand years have not dulled your claws, that you have not been confused by those two dead weights, and that you have not lost your fighting spirit because of the abandonment by those you followed."
"Prove to me that you are still that proud War Angel, still the great God of War, the symbol of iron and blood, the ruler of turmoil and conflict."
The ethereal voice disappeared, leaving Medici standing there, stunned.
He savored the words, his rebellious features softening bit by bit. Even though he knew the other party had a purpose in saying these things, a part of his heart was still touched.
After being betrayed by the deity he once believed in, becoming Tudor's "divine material", and being trapped as a malevolent spirit for over a thousand years, to finally be trusted again...
"No way, no way, our great Lord Medici, the mighty 'Red Angel,' wouldn't be thinking of finding a new master, would he? Have you become so accustomed to being a dog?"
"I remember someone saying not long ago that the 'Red Priest' is the worship of the 'Red of War,' a veneration of the source of power, and that one shouldn't follow anyone?"
Two sarcastic voices echoed, and Soren and Einhorn, accused by Lu Ke of being dead weights, sneered in irritation. The tendency of the "Hunter" pathway to be verbally abusive was deeply rooted and unchangeable.
Medici scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Whether I follow and whom I follow is none of your business, you two worthless ones."
"If I am a dog, then what are you two, who are even less than me, defeated dogs? At least I was carefully recruited by a great being, while you two are so worthless that no one would even take you for free."
Without paying attention to the enraged barking of Soren and Einhorn, Medici silently said to himself, "Just to fulfill my contract with him", and then walked to a full-length mirror, clasped his hands, and began to pray with a complex expression.
This was the first time he was praying to a being other than the "Ancient Sun God" or the malevolent spirit "True Creator", who inherited the dark side of the "Ancient Sun God."
"Entropy Expander, Star-Beyond Alien Deity, the division and convergence of all Extraordinary Traits."
"Your... Your faithful follower prays for your attention;"
"Pray for you to open the passage to the 'Mirror World,' pray for you to take me to Fourth Era Tiris, pray for you to strengthen my connection with the 'Conqueror' Extraordinary Trait."
Ripples spread across the mirror, and the gates of the "Mirror World" opened.
Medici released his hands, coughed lightly, feeling somewhat uneasy, and stepped into the mirror.
......
Tinggen City, Industrial District.
The noise from outside was instantly reduced by seven-tenths, and the room had been cleared of all clutter. The sunlight was weak, and deep shadows seemed to lick at the skin.
Pure white female bodies lay on the ground, unconscious, with the central woman, whose face was a mix of confusion and tenderness, gently caressing her belly.
In the air, faint cries of infants sounded, continuous and gradually growing louder, like the most vicious curses, causing disturbance and agitation, as if to stir up all negative emotions.
In a corner of the room, two hooded figures, one in front and one behind, were praying devoutly.
"Creator of all things;
"Master behind the veil of shadows;
"Fallen nature of all living beings."
"You devout believers tend to your pure lambs, awaiting the arrival of the Divine Child!"
After the prayer, the two figures stood up, revealing their faces from under the shadows of their hoods.
The first had rugged, beast-like eyebrows. He was Sirius, a member of the Aurora Society who had sold the Antigonus Notes, guided the Lanulus Ritual, and impregnated Megaos with the offspring of an evil deity.
The second had a face that was unforgettable in its striking beauty. He was Mr. Z, the Messenger of the Aurora Society.
Mr. Z looked down at the girls on the ground, his eyes devoid of desire or compassion, filled only with a fanatical zeal that would burn everything to ashes.
"Join me in offering our lives for the arrival of the Divine Child."
Suddenly, a wailing cry in the air grew louder, filled with hatred and fury, causing the girls on the ground to grimace in pain as blood flowed from their eyes, noses, and ears.
"Who is it!"
Mr. Z's face turned cold as he sensed something amiss, his eyes gleaming with unmasked malice.
In the next second, Bernadette appeared in the room, spreading her arms without hesitation.
The surroundings swiftly transformed into a winding river lined with peach trees, petals falling in a colorful cascade, creating an isolated paradise surrounded by mountains.
Fairy Magic, Source of the Peach Blossom!
The magic from the tales told by the Emperor Roselle was cast, creating a secret realm cut off from the outside world, trapping Mr. Z, Sirius, and the pregnant Megaos.
Mr. Z's expression changed as he realized his enemy was a Saint, a being with divine power. This was not an opponent he could handle!
Megaos, who had been lying on the ground with a maternal and loving expression, now had a face contorted with hatred as she glared at Bernadette.
"You, you want to harm my child!? No one can harm my child!"
"Wah!"
A piercing, clear cry, tainted with impurity, echoed through the air. The peach trees withered, the fertile fields turned barren, and the mountains began to crack, the isolated realm showing signs of damage.
Sensing the threat, the unborn evil deity's offspring quickly assessed the situation. The opponent before them was not a minor threat they could handle while still in the womb.
A small, purplish hand emerged from Megaos's belly, causing her to scream in agony.
"No, no! You are not yet ready..."
Rip—
The infant's hand broke through the flesh, and two delicate, yet steel-hard hands tore open Megaos's abdomen, revealing a baby with a purplish body, deep black eyes, covered in blood, and three heads.
Without sufficient time to develop or sacrifices to compensate, the incomplete Sequence 2 "Elder of Filth" was born!
The cry intensified, theintangible filth making Bernadette feel as if her head had been struck by a hammer. She endured the discomfort, extending her fingers to summon a radiant burst of starlight.
The two forces were locked in a brief stalemate.
Seizing the opportunity, Mr. Z grabbed Sirius and used a teleportation spell to send him away, quickly instructing him.
"I will hold off the enemy. Go and seek the help of a 'Saint' immediately!"
"Yes, Mr. Z!"
As Sirius vanished, a book suddenly appeared in Mr. Z's hand. Without hesitation, he used his trump card.
"I come, I see, I record!"
The book flipped to the relevant page, and Mr. Z's body transformed into a towering giant, over two meters tall, covered in cold, black armor, with only his eyes glowing a deep red.
By cultivating the "Apprentice" pathway to Sequence 5 "Traveler", Mr. Z had used the "Record" ability to record the powers of the "Shadow Saint", one of the four Messengers of the Aurora Society, gaining a portion of divine power!
The shadows around the evil deity's offspring surged like a tidal wave, slowly eroding the starlight. The piercing cries whispered in the ears, stirring primal desires, tilting the balance of victory.
Sequence 2 was a qualitative leap after Sequence 4. Even if incomplete, it could easily handle a typical Sequence 3.
But this was a typical Sequence 3!
Bernadette's brow furrowed, seemingly finally angered by the infant's cries. A shadowy figure separated from her body and fell to the ground, as if a princess had been pricked by a spindle.
"Sleeping Beauty"!
An invisible wave spread out, and Mr. Z, who was about to charge forward, could only resist for a couple of seconds before succumbing to a deep sleep. The piercing cries of the infant also diminished slightly.
At this moment, Bernadette had already formed an ancient-looking spear in her hand. This spear, which had appeared in an age long forgotten, was stained with the blood of a great being, its surface marked with dark red spots, capable of harming true deities.
The mystical spear reappeared: the Spear of Longinus!
The moment the spear appeared, the evil deity's offspring let out a thunderous scream. The surrounding shadows converged to protect it, and a vast power seemed to be about to cross the great distance.
...
A massive sound echoed in the ears, and Chik's flawless face showed a smile that was a mix of indulgence, understanding, and reprimand.
"You, a being of such greatness, would resort to Adam's tricks. Truly..."
Her flirtatious tone turned cold, and the countless snakes on her head extended, covering the sky, casting a shadow over the entire God-Abandoned Land, bringing the destruction of all things.
The tranquil Sea of Chaos began to churn, its waters, encompassing all colors, turning everything but the pale into chaos wherever they flowed. The gray and the chaos combined, spreading rapidly as if they had a life of their own, much like another “Pale Disaster.”
The true form of the Empress Roselle was the Emperor of Rossel, who had not yet become the Black Emperor. He was at Sequence 1 in the Secret Seeker pathway, the Emperor of Knowledge.
His brows furrowed, and he tossed a black-and-white chess piece. Wherever the piece landed, time seemed to slow to a crawl, as if a thousand years had passed in an instant.
Mystery reappeared, and the chessboard of time!
Clearly unwilling to obey her true form, the black-dressed Chik transformed into a massive, grotesquely twisted shadow, part human and part something else, and lunged at Luke, who hovered in mid-air.
Alistair Tudor, who looked identical to the Blood Emperor but wore white armor instead of blood-red, summoned a massive orange sword that radiated destruction. With an unstoppable momentum, he swung it down!
Several terrifying attacks came from all directions, each impossible to dodge and capable of obliterating everything. They were aimed at a mere Angel.
At that moment, Luke raised his head slightly.
His eyes reflected multiple layers of overlapping light rings, each with the same essence but with subtle variations.
They moved imperceptibly slow, merging into one upon meeting, then splitting apart again, each with a subtle independence and absolute unity.
These were distant, luminous bodies composed of countless unknown substances, leaping through the glittering galaxy.
During his confrontation with the Hidden Sage, Luke had only borrowed a moment of his true form's power. For a special Angel, it would take a long time to reach the limit of divine descent!
Now, vast power traversed the great distance and descended upon Luke.
Facing the onslaught, he calmly extended his right hand and clenched it tightly!
The massive orange sword and the dark shadow merged, the flood of knowledge was repelled, and the chaos and the pale stopped spreading before Luke, as if halted by an invisible hand, unable to advance any further.
Luke's gaze turned to the chaotic sea, and he pressed his palm downward. The waters, encompassing all colors, disregarded their master's will and swallowed everything, assimilating it into chaos.
Crack!
Chik re-emerged from the mirror, her expression of resistance growing more evident. She transformed back into a twisted shadow, while Tudor, affected by the chaos, remained undiminished, transforming into a flame giant with a deeper orange sword in his hand.
"Just by descending part of your power, you can match a true god? That's right, that's the performance of a great being!"
Chik's eyes blazed with intense light, seemingly exhilarated. The waters encompassing all colors appeared in the void, forming a swirling vortex that surrounded them.
At the same time, countless faint lights reflected and refracted within her azure eyes, creating an indescribable sense of mystery.
The Sea of Chaos is the essence of the Primordial God, containing all the abilities of the five pathways below, embodying the Primordial God's omniscience.
The Mistress of Chaos can harness the power of the Sea of Chaos and use all the abilities of the All Five Houses!
Her nearly omniscient eyes scanned the enemy, trying to find weaknesses, flaws, and hidden tactics, but found no useful information.
The symbol of entropy!
Unfathomable unknowns, changes beyond change, and the absurdity of the laws of energy!
Chik smiled brilliantly, her body transforming into a terrifying thunderstorm cloud capable of annihilating an entire planet, and she struck Luke at near-light speed.
It didn't matter if she didn't understand; brute force would do the job. She believed the Old One wouldn't die so easily!
Luke's form suddenly became transparent, ascending to a higher dimension. The world-destroying thunderbolt passed through his body and struck the Sea of Chaos, being absorbed by the waters encompassing all colors.
Without the Sea of Chaos, the entire God-Abandoned Land would have been obliterated by that single blow.
The Empress Roselle transformed into a flood of knowledge, rushing toward Luke with a vast amount of information.
Knowledge is not bound by dimensions!
Tudor's eyes, now covered in deep black, had the Hunter's Lock-On pierce through dimensions and pin Luke down. The flame giant swung his orange sword, radiating destruction.
At that moment, a malicious and insane whisper echoed in everyone's ears.
A deep shadow enveloped the battlefield, and a massive cross appeared in the darkness. The True Creator, filled with madness and malice, arrived and launched indiscriminate attacks.
In the shadow's corner, a young man in a classical mage's robe with a pointed soft hat surveyed the surroundings, seeing the boundless gray mist barrier and the numerous divine-level beings.
He smiled and adjusted his monocle.
"Hmm, this situation is a bit dangerous."
(End of Chapter)
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