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Chapter 1069: Nemesis
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    confused-reader
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    Maam Arianna!! Missed her a lot
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    NotOtaku
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    Madam Magician had returned once again!

    I pity those whose enemies are from the CW pathway leolaugh
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    Jack_Nat_Mikhail
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    Thanks
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    EmpressOfMisfortune
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    Even Evernight sent her Angel. joy
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    imblacklottus
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    AHUEVOOO ARIANNAAAAA MI REINAAAA
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    Максим Довбняк
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    Chapter 1084: Hidden Conditions


    Within the raging inferno of Bansy Harbor, Lumian's smile gradually faded.

    A blood-red bulge suddenly rose on his brow, the androgynous hues of his features rapidly fading.

    The bulge then retracted, crawling and slithering across his forehead and face, finally descending slowly down his neck, shoulders, and arms, merging with the altered remnants of the Blood Emperor and the War Bishop boon powers through the black pinhole, still covered by the pallid skin from the Underworld Daoist's sealing.

    The pinhole expanded slightly, the abysmal, lifeless darkness within seemingly brewing some kind of violent force.

    Lumian exhaled slowly, then collected the purple-blue, porous crystal pillar, along with the purple feathers and iron bone crystals, and placed them in a mirror Inside the Traveler's Bag-a temporary sealing measure.

    Plop. A raindrop fell on Lumian's hand, leaving a damp feeling.

    One drop, two drops, three drops... the raindrops grew more and more numerous, rapidly turning into a downpour.

    Influenced by the widespread burning and the residual powers of the Weather Warlock, the sky over Bansy Harbor and the surrounding sea had darkened, producing vast, gloomy clouds, the rain pouring down.

    Lumian did not seek shelter or obstruct the rain, allowing it to soak his hood, his hair, his face, his clothes.

    As it fell, the rain grew colder, congealing into ice crystals and snowflakes.

    Thick, heavy snowflakes drifted over Bansy Harbor, blanketing the scorched earth, collapsed bricks, and other signs of destruction in a pristine white.

    Lumian's body was covered in frost and icicles.

    He finally composed himself-the help of the higher beings was not easily obtained, even if this was not something he had actively provoked, but brought about by the purple giant bird.

    The ice fell away, Lumian's hood and black robe drying rapidly.

    He pressed a hand to his chest, thanking Mr. Fool for his gaze, then turned his gaze to the sky.

    Beyond the swirling snowflakes, Lumian saw the ever-ready-to-assist Madam Magician.

    The renowned author's expression was rather complex, as if seeing her past self, forced to rapidly advance with the abundance of high-level ingredients.

    However, she could pause and take an extended rest, later considering whether to ascend to Sequence 1, while Lumian could not-neither he nor the forces driving him here would allow him to stop.

    Lumian nodded in greeting, then Teleported back to the luxurious villa in Trier.

    Franca and Jenna were pacing in the living room, while Ludwig was enjoying a double-layer cream cake.

    "Done?" Franca looked at Lumian, asking excitedly.

    "An 'item' that can't reveal its complete Mythical Creature form is nothing to be afraid of. If it really uses its full power, I'll just call for help." Lumian said with a smile.

    "Why didn't you just call for help in the first place?" Jenna couldn't understand.

    Lumian thought for a moment and explained, "The higher the Sequence in the Hunter pathway, the more courage and boldness one needs. I skipped the Iron-blooded Knight and War Bishop Sequences, without the corresponding Beyonder characteristics to provide a boost. I can no longer retreat, and must face the difficulties, challenge myself.

    "This may be the implicit, hidden ritual condition for me to advance to Weather Warlock, or an additional ritual."

    Jenna suddenly understood. "For a normal advancement, it is unnecessary for a Beyonder progressing step-by-step along the Hunter pathway to Sequence 3-the previous Sequences have already provided the corresponding enhancements. But a Sequence 3 Demoness wanting to make the jump must not shy away, and be filled with courage?"

    "It seems that to switch pathways at the higher Sequences, there are hidden conditions to some degree, stemming from the lack of previous Sequence elements..." Franca also realized.

    Then, she asked Lumian with a smile, "Did you rely on the special qualities of the Bansy Harbor telegraph office to defeat that purple phoenix, or rather, the purple giant bird?"

    "You figured it out?" Lumian raised an eyebrow at Franca.

    Franca chuckled and explained, "What other abilities and items of yours do we not know about?

    "A simple analysis can lead to one conclusion: Relying on the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture and the Demoness's traits can only delay things, hoping the purple giant bird would acknowledge your strength, but victory is unlikely. Yet the way you acted clearly showed you achieved the final win.

    "Unable to do it alone, yet you didn't call for help, so you must have utilized the environmental conditions."

    "You do have some talent when it comes to combat." Lumian smiled, praising her.

    He summarized the key points of the battle, the core idea being to, with the target unable to reveal its complete Mythical Creature form, leverage the Demoness pathway's self-preservation abilities to guide the opponent to attack the Bansy Harbor telegraph office as much as possible, while delaying until the anomaly was triggered.

    Jenna listened quietly, then asked, "So the core supplementary ingredients are in place-are you planning to advance soon?"

    Lumian's Unaging potion had been completely digested in just a short time, thanks to Aurore's special trait.

    "Why not?" Lumian understood Jenna's and Franca's concerns, smiling as he said, "Setting aside the matter of reviving Aurore, do you think if I hold back and don't ascend, Alista Tudor's preparations won't erupt? With the apocalypse looming and the situation becoming chaotic, when Mr. Fool and the other true gods are preoccupied, they may seize the opportunity to forcibly help me ascend.

    "I have no choice but to advance!"

    Lumian's gaze swept over Franca and Jenna, pausing as he continued, "Since that's the case, it's better to take advantage of the relatively stable situation now, while Mr. Fool's awakening has deepened a bit, and advance without external interference.

    "With the status and power of an Angel, even if I encounter Alista Tudor's arrangements in the future. I'll at least be able to struggle a bit, buying more time, and perhaps help will arrive."

    Franca and Jenna were only expressing their own concerns, not trying to prevent Lumian from becoming an Angel.

    Seeing that Lumian had thought it through thoroughly, his analysis of the pros and cons sound, they both nodded, urging Lumian to prepare the ritual and pray to Mr. Fool, asking this great being to help shatter the Beyonder characteristic and remove Alista Tudor's imprint.

    Although this might not have much impact on the subsequent arrangements of the Blood Emperor, it would at least reduce a hidden danger.

    Lumian did not delay, busying himself in the specially prepared room for the ritual and prayer to Mr. Fool.

    After dripping the oil and offering the appeasing sacrament, the purple crystal pillar placed on the altar was suddenly enveloped by the murky darkness emerging from the candle flame, rapidly disintegrating into points of light in various colors-purple, blue, white, red.

    These light points, as they settled and coalesced, released threads of frenzied aura, occasionally condensing into distorted faces or emitting terrifying roars, until finally dissipating.

    The reconstituted purple crystal pillar appeared purer.

    "Praise be to you, Mr. Fool!" Lumian pressed a hand to his chest, bowing.

    After putting away the Weather Warlock Beyonder characteristic and dispelling the wall of spirituality, Franca asked concernedly.

    "How do you plan to complete the ritual?"

    "I have a clever plan," Lumian replied with a smile.

    Jenna then asked curiously, "Based on the books you've been reading these past few months?"

    Lumian scratched his face, chuckling self- deprecatingly, "That was my original plan, and I had corresponding arrangements. But after factoring in my own Beyonder abilities, I found that a Demoness of Unaging, who was once a Reaper, has a simpler and more effective handling method.

    "Perhaps the truth of the Calamity pathways is that one must transfer back and forth, to get closer to the apex existences. So those who keep switching can take shortcuts when it comes to the ritual."

    "What method?" Franca asked curiously.

    Lumian chuckled. "I'll tell you after I succeed. If I say it now and then fail, won't you mock me forever?"

    "Do you think you won't be mocked even like this?" Franca and Jenna chorused.

    On this topic, the three exchanged playful banter for a while.

    As the laughter faded, Jenna asked, "When will you perform the ritual?"

    Lumian responded with a smile, "First, I need to gather the remaining ingredients. Then, I'll wait for a typhoon or hurricane."

    The countries of the Northern Continent typically referred to such extreme weather as hurricanes, while the Intisians, influenced by Emperor Roselle, often called them typhoons.

    …

    In a thunderstorm.

    The residents staying indoors watched as a silver-white lightning bolt struck the treetops, knocking down the people taking shelter under the trees.

    Boom, boom, boom. One lightning strike after another rampaged, even those in safe places shivering.

    After a while, some residents saw a figure next to the charred, smoking trees.

    The figure was cloaked in black, hooded, like the legendary witch.

    She took a blackened tree branch, causing dark red drops of blood to fly out from the fallen corpses.

    A witch indeed! The witnessing residents frightened, retreating from the window area.

    …

    In the southern part of the Haagenti Kingdom.

    The first snowfall of the year came in an exaggerated fashion, killing many livestock and piling up snow in front of people's homes, blocking the doors.

    The people inside, struggling against the bitter cold, suddenly saw a hooded figure in black robes, seemingly a witch, walking on the snow-blanketed ground, heading towards the bridge underpass.

    There were several frozen-to-death vagrants there.

    …

    The heat-induced drought had left many humans dehydrated, some unfortunately dying, their bodies dragged to the street.

    A tall, hooded woman dressed as a sorceress approached, stopping in front of a freshly deceased corpse.

    The surrounding people fled in fear.

    …

    The Feynapotter Kingdom, on the Berserk Sea coast.

    Many experienced fishermen and captains began returning their ships to the harbor.

    The sky in the distance had somehow turned gloomy, the waves surging in.

    The wind had picked up.
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      Will Lumian absorb the characteristics of the Hunter 4 and 3 sequences along with the characteristic of the Angel? Before this chapter, I was thinking about this: Can Magician combine the characteristic of the Key of Stars and the characteristics of 9-2 seq from the paths Seer or Error or a combination of both?
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        duwan parra
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        Puede, el problema es que puede despertar el remanente del cw, aunque actualmente está luchando contra klein, aprovechará la oportunidad de despertar en alguien que ha estado en contacto con el castillo de sefirot y tiene más de 2 caminos de su pilar.
        Creo que por eso tampoco ha ascendido a la secuencia 1
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      Doksoo
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      if you think about it, wouldn't someone who changed paths along the path of ascension (for example, between a Seer/Apprentice/Marauder) be stronger than someone who went through only one path? (not taking into account intelligence, etc., but only pure strength and capabilities)
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        NovelReader2
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        The path of disaster is special. They have to change, but for others it can be problematic. In a practical case, wouldn't it be the norm to switch by getting all the abilities of a group o ones or at least one neighboring one? but none of the angel kings did that.
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          Tимофей Кыркелан
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          The God of Wisdom in the second epoch was called the Dragon of Wisdom...
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        alazargreedy
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        Это хороший вопрос, и тут у меня пара мыслей:

        До появления First Blaspheny Slate все существа продвигались методом проб и ошибок, что позволяло случайно появиться существам, что переключались бы с одного соседнего пути на другой. Примером подобного может быть Farbauti, будучи seq. 0 Abyss и Chained. Но в эти времена не было известно про Последовательности и правила, так что не лучший пример.

        После появления First Blaspheny Slate стали известны правила того как происходит продвижения по Seq.
        Можно предположить что зная правила люди очень боялись рисковать своими жизнями, потому не отступали от правил, но скорее всего существовали люди, что пробовали переходить с одной последовательности на другую, чтобы обладать более разнообразными силами или стать сильнее, но раз из известных сильных личностей в прошлом и настоящем таких нет, то скорее всего люди что пробовали это не добились успеха и проигрывали конкуренцию тем кто поднимался шаг за шагом.

        Пока писал это вспомнил первую книгу: четвёртая seq. Fool Path объединяла в себе всё то что было раньше и усиливало, поднимая на новый качественный уровень. Возможно переходя на иной path Beyonders не получали настолько сильный скачек на иных path.
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        Kennyjo
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        If you think about it they are indeed stronger, that's why Mr door and amon were the most feared figures from 4th epoch
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    Tимофей Кыркелан
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    If I were the Angels from the Einhorn family, Sauron, and the Order of the Iron and Blood Cross, I would abandon Seq0 and go looking for a scatter, noting the characteristics of the Twilight Giant sequence 1
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      Аманис
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      Как вариант. Сумеречный гигант и вправду выглядить самым лучшим
      В отличии от бледного императора, рыцаря несчастья, апокалипсиса и завоевателя.
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        Tимофей Кыркелан
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        If they fight for seq0, there is a high probability of death..
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          Аманис
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          Но ведь мы уже решили, что не будем. Уникальности сумеречного гиганта и смерти уже у Аманис, врядли она их отдаст добровольно.
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            Tимофей Кыркелан
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            That's right. I'm talking about the remaining 2 characteristics of seq1...
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          Doksoo
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          no family of Angels (Castia, Einhorn, Sauron) now (except the Medici) has the opportunity to become a god, they all lack the uniqueness/characteristics of the first sequence/support of the gods
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            Tимофей Кыркелан
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            Therefore, only the characteristics of the sequence 1 of the Warrior's path remain
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      darynbk
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      I think seq. 1 characteristics of Twilight Giant are also under the control of Evernight.
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    Chapter 1083: "Sparring"


    The moment the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture was withdrawn, it began to turn pages on its own, arriving at one of the pages.

    On it was a "prophecy" written by Lumian's thoughts: "Lumian Lee will ultimately emerge victorious in this battle, thanks to his exceptional good fortune."

    As the mercury-colored text shimmered, the purple- flamed giant bird up in the sky began circling, trailing its long feathers.

    It had not yet revealed its complete Mythical Creature form, for if it did, Lumian would not continue "playing" with it, and would immediately summon assistance.

    Dark clouds amassed rapidly, looming low over the ground.

    In the blink of an eye, a torrential downpour plummeted, as if the sky had split open like a lake.

    The deluge quickly formed into a massive water column poured down towards Lumian, but he did not move an inch, simply drawing upon the War Bishop boon's power to become both male and female, with a more androgynous beauty, his chest still pronounced.

    The descending downpour slowed down more and more, soon freezing in midair, reflecting the sunlight to reveal a crystalline, translucent appearance.

    The layer of ice continued growing upwards from above Lumian, drawing in the abundant rain into its frigid domain, creating an illusion of a rainbow arching across.

    With a clattering sound, the subsequent rainfall was blocked by the solid ice sheet, sliding off towards the other areas of Bansy Harbor, combining with the earlier deluge and the already damaged drainage system, rapidly flooding the ruins.

    Sheltered by the layers of ice, Lumian calmly surveyed his surroundings, puzzled by the current manifestation of the purple-flamed giant bird's abilities.

    This truly has the might of the heavens and earth, if it keeps raining for another two to three hours, combined with the seawater rushing in, the entire Bansy Harbor will be submerged.

    But in the realm of angelic combat, this is utterly useless. What Angel would drown in this? And there's ample time to escape the scene…

    Unless it keeps raining until the mountainsides collapse, there may be a chance to pose a threat to Angels...

    However, this is excellent for slaughtering ordinary people and Low-Sequence Beyonders. Truly befitting the path of war and calamity...

    Just as Lumian was pondering this, the purple-flamed giant bird pierced through the thick clouds, extending His head.

    Amid the dark clouds, silver-white lightning snakes flashed, converging into a long, lashing bolt.

    The lightning struck the crystalline ice, unable to conduct through, shattering and spraying outwards.

    Boom!

    The thunderous sound reverberated as countless electric snakes plunged into the pooled water of Bansy Harbor, rapidly darting to form a vast silver web covering the entire ruined area.

    Crackling sounds rang out endlessly, and Lumian finally understood the purpose of the earlier downpour.

    To make the subsequent lightning strikes more destructive and far-reaching!

    But Lumian himself stood on dry soil, surrounded by the near-insulating layers of ice, largely unaffected.

    In the next moment, new lightning formed, more magnificent and colossal, like a silver-white divine tree connecting the sky and earth.

    It struck the thick ice sheet, shattering the barrier as if carrying horrific kinetic energy or releasing stored power, causing an impact.

    Rumbling, the thunder waves spread as the terrifying lightning cracked through the layers of frost, reaching the top of Lumian's head.

    Lumian's body cracked and shattered, like all fragile mirrors.

    Yet his silhouette remained within the area once protected by the ice, still discernible among the collapsed ruins.

    Plummeting from the sky, the purple-flamed giant bird spread His burning wings like a meteor, crashing towards Lumian's location.

    The nearby rainwater suddenly vaporized, diffusing as mist to welcome the giant bird's descent.

    The ground was set ablaze, the remaining walls ignited, and Lumian's body was set on fire.

    Boom!

    The giant bird struck the ground, kicking up a mushroom cloud of dust.

    Lumian's body shattered once more, the original ruins either reduced to ashes or blown away.

    At the bottom of the crater formed by the explosion and melting, two bloodstained silhouettes resembling human pulp appeared, slightly dimmer.

    Lumian's androgynous figure manifested in the air opposite, his pale blue eyes reflecting the image of the purple-flamed giant bird as he prepared to unleash the Demoness's curse.

    The surrounding mist instantly thickened. transforming from scalding steam into true fog of war.

    Lumian lost his lock-on, unable to effectively apply the curse.

    Immediately after, a tremendous, piercing howl arose, and a horrifying hurricane formed over the sea, sweeping in towering azure waves over 10 meters high towards Bansy Harbor.

    A tsunami driven by the hurricane!

    Lumian's body was slammed to the ground, shattering.

    The remaining building ruins in Bansy Harbor that had managed to retain some height were all flattened, and the purple-flamed giant bird took to the skies, seemingly circling to search for the vanished target.

    At that moment, Lumian's silhouette emerged at the bottom of the crater with the two bloodstained human-like imprints, the ashen-white rushing upwards towards the hovering purple-flamed giant bird.

    Stones of solidified air fell one by one.

    The purple-flamed giant bird suddenly let out a shrill cry.

    Lumian's body and mind trembled, as if hearing the incessant drumbeats of an ancient battlefield.

    Purple-blue fireballs rapidly materialized in the air, densely packed to block out the sunlight in this area.

    They plummeted with a roar, crashing into the advancing ashen-white.

    Thunderous explosions rang out ceaselessly, the shattered ashen-white flame statues flung in all directions.

    Lumian's created ashen-white kept breaking and retreating, until it finally disintegrated, leaving the remaining purple-blue fireballs to pummel Lumian's body.

    This time, the shattered mirror fragments quickly dissolved into liquid.

    At this stage of the battle, the good fortune Lumian had gained from the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture had not manifested-neither his attacks on the purple- flamed giant bird, nor the giant bird's strikes on him developed into any unexpected success or failure.

    Lumian's silhouette reappeared in an even deeper, larger crater.

    The purple-flamed giant bird did not relent, continuing to assault with various Beyonder abilities.

    Lumian struggled to endure, relying on his Mirror Substitutions to repeatedly evade fatal blows.

    As the entire elevation of Bansy Harbor lowered by several meters, about to be completely subsumed by the azure seawater, Lumian's Mirror Substitution reached its limit.

    From then on, he could only afford the death of his real and mirror self.

    Circling high above, blocking the sky, the purple- flamed giant bird let out a soul-shaking, chilling cry once more.

    He locked onto Lumian's figure, about to plummet like a meteor, carrying His violently burning purple-blue flames.

    Almost simultaneously, His body strangely stiffened.

    The purple flames on His surface dispersed outwards, the jet-black metal forming His neck stretched impossibly long, as if about to be torn apart by an invisible force.

    The purple-flamed giant bird writhed in agony mid-air, the flames continually showering down, adding new blazes to the already raging inferno of Bansy Harbor.

    This change was so sudden and bizarre, not caused by any of Lumian's attacks.

    Lumian had been on the defensive the entire time, unable to find an opportunity to curse the opponent, and the mystical pathogens he had secretly spread were also succumbing to the indiscriminate purple flames and terrifying heat, unable to propagate and spread.

    However, Lumian was not at all surprised by the giant bird's predicament, a distinct smile appearing on his lips.

    He watched until the purple-flamed giant bird, driven to madness by the agony, manifested His complete Mythical Creature form.

    Lumian averted his gaze.

    The fiery giant up above, bearing avian features, seemed to harbor deep, unfathomable knowledge-it materialized phenomena like lightning, hail, and hurricanes, causing the weather in this area to undergo violent changes.

    Soon, the fiery giant receded back into the giant purple bird, plummeting earthwards.

    Lifting his head, Lumian looked at the giant bird's eyes, fixed with pain and bewilderment, and said with a smile, "Do you know what place you've been attacking this whole time?

    "It's the Bansy Harbor telegraph office!"

    Pausing for a moment, Lumian took out the fully-burned corpse wax candle from the Traveler's Bag, his smile growing brighter as he said.

    "And you are an Angel of the Hunter pathway.

    "While I am a bestowed of the two apex powers of Calamity!"

    This was why Lumian chose to face the purple-flamed giant bird directly, not seeking assistance from Madam Magician or other Major Arcana card holders, and remained within the fixed area, never fleeing far away.

    The Bansy Harbor telegraph office should be a leakage point, connected to a metropolis in the Western Continent, linked to the "malevolent dragon" locked within the ancient well but still able to influence the entire city. Using the corpse wax candle here could grant him a different, more advanced secret deed experience.

    In this context, attacking the Bansy Harbor telegraph ruins, assaulting the Lumian who had already extracted the War Bishop boon's power, and being an Angel of the Hunter pathway, then personally crashing into the leakage point, had a significant probability of triggering anomalies and being subjected to unseen influences!

    Of course, the anomaly was not a 100% certainty, and the purple-flamed giant bird did not necessarily have to enter the telegraph ruins directly, bombarding it as a flaming meteor. That's why Lumian had used the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture to add sufficient good fortune.

    Now, the prophesied outcome had arrived!

    Boom!

    The purple-flamed giant bird landed nearby, kicking up more dust and flames.

    His blazing purple wings folded in, His body gradually shrinking, as if coalescing into a physical form.

    Then His final words reached Lumian's ear: "I acknowledge you are qualified. This has nothing to do with Tudor's arrangement."

    The purple-flamed giant bird grew smaller and smaller, until only points of light remained. Ultimately, the main body transformed into a palm-sized, crystalline and porous pillar.

    The various holes in the pillar contained mists, hall, rainwater, lightning, and other meteorological phenomena, sometimes diffusing outwards. sometimes receding back inside.

    The scattered purple feathers and iron bone crystals littered the ground around it.
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    Mad-aric
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    hello dear friends just like the rest of readers here who wish to discucs novels but cant i so i made a discord server for so whomever wishs to join use this link deleted (note:the server is just in his crip i will make sdure to make it better in the future)
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      Ranobes already has a Discord official server.
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    Chapter 1082: Open Stratagem


    In St. Millom of the Feysac Empire, on the coast of Midseashire, Snarner Einhorn, with His flamboyant golden earrings and deep red hair, was originally toying with some jewelry when He suddenly raised His head and looked towards the southern sky.

    He was first surprised, then a look of confusion crossed His face, and He remained in the room, doing nothing.

    Far in the distance, in the coastal regions of the Feynapotter Kingdom, the deep purple light was flying faster and faster, already having escaped the encompassing hurricane, leaving behind horrifying rumbles.

    …

    In a certain location in the Intis Republic, the grizzled, blue-uniformed leader of the Iron and Blood Cross Order, Diest, with His neatly combed deep red hair, black iron eyes, and prominent wrinkles, withdrew His gaze from a brass chess set and looked up towards the sky.

    He almost instinctively transformed into a deep purple Iridescent rainbow and shot up, but ultimately controlled Himself.

    He murmured softly, "The disturbance is so great, the deities must all be watching...

    "Will the Angels of the orthodox Churches try to seize it?"

    Under the observation of numerous gazes, the deep purple light crossed over the Feynapotter Kingdom.

    Curiously, no one came to stop it, nor did anyone attempt to obtain it.

    …

    In Bansy Harbor, when Lumian turned his gaze westward, Franca and Jenna followed his line of sight, but saw nothing.

    "What are you looking at?" Franca asked puzzledly.

    Lumian mused aloud, "I feel that the full-length mirror in the Blue Avenger's treasury has shattered, and the Weather Warlock Beyonder characteristic hidden behind it is now rapidly crossing the Northern Continent, flying from the Fog Sea towards me."

    Wh-Jenna was a bit stunned to hear this.

    Franca also exclaimed in amazement, "Such a thing can happen?

    "A classic trope where a treasured item comes to seek you out on its own..."

    They had come to Bansy to seek clues about the remaining Weather Warlock Beyonder characterístic, and now one such Beyonder characteristic was crossing thousands of miles to come to them?

    Lumian estimated the time and said calmly, "We'll need to start with my recent secret deed ritual experience."

    Franca's eyes lit up, full of interest in the story Lumian was about to tell.

    Jenna was the same, but considered things more carefully. She reminded Lumian, "Aren't you going to prepare? What if that Weather Warlock Beyonder characteristic isn't coming to join you, but to kill you?

    "You can recount your previous experiences and the reasons behind things after everything is over. There's no need to waste time now."

    We should hurry up and make the necessary preparations, like appealing to Mr. Fool to watch over us, or summoning a messenger from Madam Magician and promising to exchange the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture for one round of assistance...

    In any case, they needed to prepare for a potential battle with the item manifested by the Weather Warlock Beyonder characteristic.

    Smiling. Lumian replied. "No need to rush, it may be flying fast, but it will still take just over an hour to reach here."

    Shaking his head, Lumian continued, "Can't Teleport. can't use Mirror Traversal either, just so troublesome and slow-moving."

    Jenna was momentarily at a loss for words.

    Franca then raised another question, "Won't it get intercepted halfway?"

    "If the orthodox Churches take it, we can negotiate later, and can use the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture to make a trade. After all, this thing speaks in riddles and is not very useful, just a hassle. But if it's the evil god worshipers trying to ambush it midway, with such a commotion, wouldn't they just be exposing themselves?" Lumian laughed.

    Although the Post-Apocalyptic Scripture was quite useful for responding to believers, there were few wishes it couldn't fulfill through bestowing good fortune, but as a Fate Appropriator, Lumian could also handle such matters himself, it would just be more troublesome and less effective.

    "That's true..." Franca thought seriously for a moment, then jokingly suggested, "Why don't you go out to welcome that Beyonder characteristic? It's come all this way, you should show it how much you value it, be enthusiastic!"

    "We'll see." Lumian wasn't actually sure what that Beyonder characteristic or the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact wanted to do, so it was better to just wait in Bansy Harbor.

    This place had been devastated by the Church of Storms with no human habitation left, only the occasional adventurer or pirate coming to explore and uncover treasures others had missed.

    And earlier today, Lumian had confirmed that aside from the three of them, only wild animals remained on this island.

    This was very suitable for demigods to battle, without worrying about accidentally killing anyone.

    Franca glanced around, gaining a general understanding of Lumian's intentions.

    Jenna then said, "Still, do the preparations first, then tell us about your secret deed experience, in case some unexpected thing happens midway, "Who knows, maybe some high-ranking being will kindly help shorten the distance for that Beyonder characteristic, letting it arrive early."

    Lumian accepted Jenna's suggestion, praying or summoning messengers, going through a round of preparations.

    Then he began recounting from when his consciousness manifested in that "Eastern" city's telegraph office, up to the point where the mirrored Alista Tudor, despite having a clear advantage and filled with fighting spirit, voluntarily withdrew into the darkness and disappeared.

    Before Franca and Jenna could respond, Lumian asked curiously and puzzledly, "What did that person who also infiltrated the wooden tower mean when they muttered those words after seeing me?"

    He then mimicked the other party's pronunciation.

    Franca pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

    "He was cursing 'bad luck'.

    "Meaning, it's bad luck to run into you."

    "Did I interfere with his actions?" Lumian mused aloud, "Or had he been previously deceived by a Beyonder from the Demoness pathway? In the West Continent, Demonesses don't have a very good reputation?"

    "You think Demonesses have a good reputation in the Northern and Southern Continents too?" Franca said, amused. "I think he's really been scammed by a Demoness before, otherwise a normal person wouldn't immediately curse 'bad luck' just from seeing your face; he's got PTSD."

    Jenna chuckled as well, looking at Lumian. "Judging from this, that Weather Warlock Beyonder characteristic coming may not necessarily be a good thing, I can already smell the scent of conspiracy."

    "Kill you? It's neither an ambush nor a hidden environment, so it's almost impossible to kill Mr. Fool's Saint unless someone holds back Mr. Fool. However, that's unless the evil gods have completed Their invasion and the apocalypse has come early. Otherwise, anyone able to stop Mr. Fool wouldn't have any underlying motivation..." Pondering for a few seconds, Franca looked at Lumian and continued. "Actively becoming your potion ingredient, letting you consume it to advance, then linking with the residual Blood Emperor aura in you to resurrect and occupy your body? Even for a plot that straightforward, normal people should be able to think of it, right?"

    "Yes." Lumian nodded. "I can also ask Mr. Fool to help shatter the characteristic, remove the remnant Blood Emperor psyche. Even if I can't completely purge it, at least Alista Tudor won't be able to resurrect inside me."

    "Then this is..." Franca and Jenna exchanged a puzzled glance.

    Lumian suddenly smiled. "This should be an open stratagem.

    "Alista Tudor wants me to become an Angel.

    "Then the resurrection preparations He left behind will truly manifest.

    "Red Angel Medici previously said He would give me a chance, but it's likely not because I was too weak for Him to bother with at the time, nor out of deep empathy for my experiences-that may be a factor, but not the main reason.

    "He too is waiting for me to ascend to Sequence 2."

    Jenna's brow furrowed slightly. "So you mean Alista Tudor's current goal is to help you advance to angelhood, and it doesn't matter whether you choose to become a Weather Warlock or a Demoness of Catastrophe, using that Beyonder characteristic or something else, the end result will be the same?"

    "Probably." Lumian nodded, with a wry smile. "That's why the mirrored Alista Tudor was able to restrain His madness and killing intent."

    Franca and Jenna fell silent, not knowing what to say.

    After all, they couldn't really advise Lumian not to ascend to angelhood, right?

    Lifting his chin slightly, Lumian chuckled nonchalantly. "What's meant to come will come. I also want to see what awaits me, hopefully it won't disappoint."

    Hearing this, Franca sighed. "Chaos, chaos, with the apocalypse looming, a bit of chaos is good, there's a chance to win amidst the chaos."

    An hour passed quickly, and the weakened and fatigued Lumian from the secret deed ritual had fully recovered.

    Suddenly, a deep purple light shot across the western sky. As it drew nearer, it grew larger and larger, eventually becoming clearly visible to Lumian, Franca. and Jenna.

    It was a violently burning mass of deep purple flames, with flashes of pure blue at its core.

    Interwoven within the flames were jet-black metal rods, forming a massive skeletal frame.

    The deep purple-blue flames flowed along the metal bones, trailing long feathers, giving the whole the appearance of a colossal bird with a wingspan spanning dozens of meters. The intensely burning deep purple-blue giant bird had not even fully approached Bansy Harbor, but the weeds, trees at the edges of the ruins, and remaining walls all spontaneously ignited.

    Cracking sounds rang out as Bansy was enveloped in flames.

    At the same time, a disdainful yet condescending booming voice reverberated in Lumian's ear: "Dare you face me?"

    It was spoken in ancient Hermes.

    Lumian suddenly gained an epiphany-there were several layers of meaning to this "facing":

    Dare you withstand my attack alone and endure?

    Dare you ascend to Weather Warlock using the Beyonder characteristic I extracted?

    Do you have the courage and bravery for this?

    His mind made up. Lumian turned to Franca and Jenna. "You two should leave this area."

    Franca and Jenna exchanged a glance, not saying much.

    In a critical moment, they unhesitatingly believed in Lumian's judgment and choice.

    Franca's eyes immediately reflected layers of darkness, then she grabbed Jenna's hand and departed Bansy Harbor through the mirror world.

    Lumian shifted his gaze back, looking up at the purple-flamed giant bird blotting out the sky, and reached into the Traveler's Bag, withdrawing the parchment- bound Post-Apocalyptic Scripture.
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      Unlucky Morpheus
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      guess we are in the ATS speedrun any% part of the novel
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      Lazy Lion
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      Dayuumm!! Alista Tudor gives me goosebumps every time man. Nigga has an aura of 100,000 points hokage
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        Kennyjo
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        Would have loved to read the book about 4th epoch trier
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      Tимофей Кыркелан
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      A candle Made of the fat of the Knight of Iron Blood and the Demoness of Despair was found on the Blue Avenger. Lumian, after the Candle ritual, received the Gift of a Military Bishop from perhaps the Bloodiest Emperor himself. Will Madame Pualis come to defend "Omebella" (Lumian)?
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