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Chapter 1052: Reluctantly Showing Off

Late at night.

Neither Anthony's intelligence channels, nor Franca's gang informants, nor Jenna's neighborhood contacts were able to provide any information related to the Sick Church.

Franca sat down at the mechanical typewriter, turned on the wireless telegraph transceiver, preparing to ask 007 if the Eternal Blazing Sun Church had gathered any valuable intelligence.

'Ding, group message notification: Hidden Blade, who did another good deed today, has joined the chat!' Franca announced her arrival in the telegraph group.

Before she could send a second message, she saw a telegram come in with 007 as the header: 'Hidden Blade, you didn't actually advance to Sequence 4, but to Sequence 3, right?'

The other telegrams that should have responded to Franca suddenly came to a halt.

Franca was stunned at first, then understood.

Wow, I originally didn't want to show off about this, but you helped me do it anyway?

She felt she should display three parts helplessness, three parts pain, three parts confusion, plus one part inevitable secret joy, so she carefully replied: 'Ah… yes.'

After a brief, indescribable silence, one telegram after another was spat out by the small analyzer under queue control, accompanied by clicking sounds.

The mechanical typewriter seemed overwhelmed, working so hard it might start smoking.

'Are you serious?'

'Hidden Blade, that kind of joke isn't funny, it's too cruel!'

'Hidden Blade, I remember you mentioning just a month ago that you were a Sequence 5 Demoness of Affliction, and now you're Sequence 3 in just a month? Even a rocket isn't that fast!'

'Have you been blessed by the God of Fortune lately?'

'A Sequence 3 Demoness, I can't imagine how beautiful and charming…'

'Really, are there any secrets to advancing? Name your price, we brothers might be able to scrape together a down payment.'

'Hidden Blade, did something happen to you? Do you need any help? At my sequence, I might not be able to participate in combat, but I can help curse those people!'

'…'

'007, how did you know?'

After the expression of various emotions and feelings, someone finally brought the topic back on track.

007 replied: 'Hidden Blade is now a patron saint of a cathedral, with her own honorific name.'

Sure enough, the changes at Saint Franca Cathedral had been noticed by the Eternal Blazing Sun Church, and 007 had known before that I was 'Red Boots' Franca Roland… Franca's speculation was confirmed.

'Patron saint… honorific name… I really can't connect these two terms with the 'life is short, why not give it a shot' Hidden Blade.' Moon King was the first to marvel.

'Indeed.' Wind Sound sent a telegram in response. 'It's too surreal, too surreal, more surreal than any fantasy novel!'

'Please show some respect to the great Hidden Blade!'

'Lord Hidden Blade, is there any chance you could take me as your apprentice?'

'You want to become a Demoness too? If I remember correctly, you can switch.'

'I can't accept that the strongest in the research society is now the silly Hidden Blade…'

'Hey, if you put it that way, wouldn't that make us even more silly and stupid?'

'…'

Looking at these telegrams, Franca couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

I have to say, showing off like this feels pretty good!

Moreover, those joking remarks gave her a sense of still being grounded, still connected to the masses.

'Hey hey hey,' she quickly typed out the words, 'You don't really think I'm brainless, do you? I was just being approachable before, trying to get along with you all.'

Then, she humbly added: 'Madame Hela should also be Sequence 3 now, either a bit earlier or later than me.

'As for the President, I'm not quite sure.'

'So you really are Sequence 3… Is there anything you can tell us about it?' Wind Sound and others asked in succession.

Franca elaborated a bit more than before: 'In advancing to Sequence 4, digesting the Sequence 4 potion, and advancing to Sequence 3, I met some special conditions as a transmigrator that allowed me to take shortcuts, so I became a Saint with an honorific name within a month.'

She didn't mention that she had completely digested the Sequence 3 potion, after all, the telegraph group had quite a few members, and most of which she hadn't met in the real world. Although she was willing to trust their character, she couldn't gamble on their circumstances—critical information about her Sequence abilities still needed to be kept secret.

Besides, if someone asked what a Sequence 3 Demoness was called, Franca didn't want to hide it, because after 007 pointed out that she was already a patron saint of a cathedral, her honorific name couldn't be hidden from those who paid attention. This way, some telegraph group members might make certain connections between the instant digestion of a Sequence potion and the name Demoness of Unaging.

'One month…'

'Really only took one month…'

'…'

At this point, Moon King, Wind Sound, and others seemed to have lost even the mood to joke.

'So what kind of Demoness are you now?' After a while, group member Little Peppa asked.

I knew it! Franca immediately replied: 'Demoness of Unaging.'

'Unaging… eternal youth?' Little Peppa seemed somewhat envious.

Moon King then asked: 'Can you also extend lifespan?'

'Theoretically speaking, living another two thousand years wouldn't be a problem.' Franca tried to control her pride.

'So envious…' Group members responded with similar words.

One after another, all expressing genuine feelings.

Who wouldn't want to be immortal and ageless?

As for the negative effects of the potion, there were no ordinary people in this group!

Franca thought for a moment, then typed out more words: 'For those in the Trier region, if you have difficulties and need help, you can recite my honorific name.

'For those not in the Trier region, I can't help—I won't hear it and can't respond.

'My honorific name is:

'The One Who Never Ages, Keeper of Diseases and Plagues, the Demoness Accompanied by Strife and Catastrophe, the Cup Bearing Joy and Pain, the Great Franca Roland.'

Seeing this honorific name, seeing the prefix 'Great,' the telegraph group members truly realized that Hidden Blade had obtained godhood, was half-god half-human, and possessed an honorific name, was a patron saint of a cathedral, could respond to prayers, and bestow power.

After a while, Little Peppa sighed.

'I feel like there's now a sad, thick barrier between us…'

'Want to call me lord and let me hear it?' Franca very skillfully responded to these words.

After discussing her own matters and explaining that Cup took its concept from the Tarot Cup cards's corresponding symbolism and the sacred object that bore joy and pain, she finally asked 007:

'007, do you have more intelligence about the Sick Church?'

Based on their team's collection and analysis of information, they believed that the Order of All Extinction and the Sick Church probably worshiped the same evil god, but the former mainly corrupted the upper and middle classes, while the latter targeted the lower classes, preaching about the authority of the Malady God and the terror of illness, developing followers through intimidation.

007 typed neither fast nor slow, with telegrams coming in line by line: 'The several Sick Church-related cases discovered earlier have been handled, and the corresponding Blessed have been eliminated, but we still haven't found their upper ranks.

'Those followers who only know the name Malady God, we now have sufficient manpower, with Mid-Sequence Beyonders watching them, to see if anyone will contact them or if any unusual events occur.

'Besides these, there's no other intelligence. The cultists in Trier have been very quiet for the past month or two, hiding very deep.'

Very well-behaved? This is very similar to the state before the Hostel incident… Is something big really going to happen within a year or two? Other great existences might not know what the Great Mother wants to do and how She would do it, but They should have foreseen that something would happen, after all, we've all made some guesses, so They've restricted the Blessed in Trier, letting them either transfer elsewhere or wait patiently to fish in troubled waters when the time comes? Franca made her own speculation based on 007's words.

At the same time, she also caught another hint from 007.

Followers who only knew the name Malady God could be saved.

Indeed, those great existences all preach using aliases, not letting followers truly understand Them. This isn't because They're merciful, but because truly understanding Them inevitably leads to corruption. Some might be fine, only experiencing personality alteration and extreme mentality, but most would have their bodies collapse, becoming monsters that constantly spread corruption, making it impossible to preach in secret, as it would be easily discovered by official forces… Franca muttered silently.

One reason why seeking boons required performing rituals was to protect the corresponding humans through the ritual, and after establishing a stable but temporary channel, the corresponding being could consciously contain the mental and will corruption in the boon, preventing the bestowed from collapsing on the spot.

Even Saints like Franca and Lumian's understanding of those great existences was limited to aliases, but compared to other Sequence 4 and Sequence 3 demigods, they also know that these existences stand at the top of multiple paths.

In reality, among the great existences, the only one who didn't preach using an alias was the Mother Tree of Desire.

Madam Magician mentioned that Mother Tree of Desire was a small segment of the corresponding existence's long string of honorific names. There were two reasons why understanding and reciting it didn't directly bring corruption: First, it was only a small segment, incomplete; second, the Mother Tree of Desire indirectly controlled the one worshiped by the Rose School of Thought in the real world and the Devil Monarch in the Abyss, so when this honorific name was mentioned, under conditions of limited understanding and while the barrier still existed, the proximity-based mystical phenomenon occurred, making it not so dangerous.

'What can we do…' Franca didn't hide the troubles of a Saint with an honorific name.

007 quickly replied: 'Trier has gathered a large amount of official force, those cultists won't surface for now. Later, we'll have enough manpower to investigate everyone in key positions.

'That's how it is in Trier, but in the marginal towns of the Trier region, in places where the Church and government forces are weak, there might still be active cultists. You can go look in those places.'

Right, with Trier's current situation, we definitely won't find anyone, but we can search in the suburbs and villages… Indeed, only official Beyonders have this kind of vision and experience, we would have wasted some time before possibly thinking of this… Franca immediately replied to 007: 'Genius!'

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    At that moment, a figure clad in a black trench coat followed the trace of the connection, descending from above and landing in front of Him, at the edge of the unknown land.

    The figure used his right hand, gloved in black, to press down on the half-height silk top hat atop his head, gradually straightening his posture.



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    Chapter 1068: Connection


    Petrification did nothing to stop the advancing knowledge; instead, petrification became a part of them, and they surged forward toward Lumian like an army of puppets.

    At that moment, a strange thought crossed Lumian's mind.

    If I were in Morora, could I use the authority of 0-01 to turn these knowledge statues into my soldiers and then redirect their assault on Seids, the Moses Ascetic Order's brass holding the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?


    Unfortunately, there was no "if."

    The knowledge statues collided with Lumian, producing a cracking sound.

    Lumian had activated his Mirror Substitution in advance.

    In the next instant, he used Teleportation, outlining his figure mid-air, positioned behind Seids and slightly above the tower.

    Despite his fear of the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, it was being wielded by a person, not the artifact itself wielding the person. This naturally left vulnerabilities to exploit.

    For example, Seids' body was blocking the dense bumps and stark black-and-white eyes on the surface of the silver flask, obscuring his view of what was behind him.

    Lumian's lake-like eyes quickly locked onto Seids' back, preparing to cast a curse.

    Just then, the back of Seids' head, uncovered by a hood, began to writhe with flesh. Black-and-white, emotionless eyes sprouted from the dark gray hair.

    The Saint seemed to become one with the silver flask, an extension of its power.

    Pop! Pop! Pop! Black-and-white eyes spread across Seids' back, his hair parting and clothes tearing as they all turned to gaze at Lumian.

    Lumian froze.

    Sequence names and fragments of relevant knowledge surged into his mind all at once: Mystery Pryer, Melee Scholar, Warlock, Scrolls Professor, Constellations Master, Mysticologist, Clairvoyant, Sage, Knowledge Emperor, Hermit, Savant Archaeologist, Black Knight, The Hanged Man, White Angel, The Sun, and more.

    It wasn't enough to overwhelm his mind and spirit, but it did disrupt his thoughts, making them sluggish and chaotic.

    The knowledge even vaguely coalesced into a scene with an ancient, worn stone slate.

    Lumian's consciousness grew foggy.

    Simultaneously, from within the silver flask, covered with eyes and bumps, streams of blazing. golden, pure sunlight poured forth.

    They illuminated the palace rooftop area, lifting a miniature, fiercely burning sun.

    That "sun" expanded rapidly, purifying and igniting everything around it.

    Mystical Re-enactment!

    Lumian, riddled with countless issues, was immediately engulfed in searing pain, as though his skin were forcibly peeled away to expose raw flesh beneath. The lingering aura of the Blood Emperor in his palm, the Underworld Daoist's seal, and the black pinhole all activated in response, flaring into prominence.

    This brought a sliver of clarity amidst the fog of confusion.

    Crack!

    He used Mirror Substitution again. As shards of glass fell toward the base of the tower, he shifted positions, appearing at the edge of the palace rooftop,

    That led deeper into the dark side of Avalon.

    But sunlight was everywhere, leaving no shadows behind. Lumian abruptly ignited, golden flames bursting from him.

    His body began to melt.

    A sudden chill struck him from behind as if a ghostly, sticky shadow clung to his back, coiling around him in layers, trying to invade.

    How could there still be shadows in such blazing, pure, holy sunlight? Where is the absence of darkness? What sort of spell is this-both holy and sinister... Lumian.

    though resilient to flames, feared the purifying force.

    He activated the black mark on his right shoulder without hesitation.

    Teleport!

    He disappeared from his position, instantly reappearing in the next area.

    His mission was not to kill or stall Seids or seize the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. Witnessing the terror of such an artifact, he knew there was no point in lingering-it would only interfere with his main objective.

    The reason he had fought Seids earlier was due to his reluctance to advance too quickly, fearing he might stumble into an Angel's battleground, which was likely even more dangerous than staying here. It was better to see if he could handle an opponent wielding a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.

    As he emerged in the next area, he quickly used Mirror Substitution again, leaving the golden flames and chilling shadow to the mirror image.

    Glancing back, he saw the golden flames indeed melting the mirror, within which a patch of deep black writhed and struggled.

    Both vanished simultaneously.

    In the palace rooftop-like area, Seids' entire form seemed amiss; the mass of black-and-white eyes on his back did not retract quickly.

    He strained to pursue the Demoness of Unaging holding Destined Madness.

    Suddenly, from the entrance of the dark side of Avalon, a thick mist of pale steam flowed into the area, coalescing mid-air into a figure.

    This figure was clad in a monk's gray robe, wearing an apron like that of ancient stonemasons, with chestnut hair, blue eyes, a handsome, youthful face, and a tall, slender build.



    Under the influence of various spells, broken stone pillars were either completely shattered, collapsed entirely, sprouted eyes, or became a part of knowledge, bearing no resemblance to their original form.

    Using the Ugly Duckling magic to reveal an incomplete Mythical Creature form, The Hermit Cattleya was held in a crushing grip by Retia, now a magenta dragon.

    Her attacks, her magic, all became ineffective once absorbed into Retia's informatized body.

    Ten seconds had passed, and the effects of the Ugly Duckling magic were nearing their end.

    Cattleya, unwavering and resolute, prepared to cast Ugly Duckling for the second and final time, according to plan.

    Only by relying on the incomplete Mythical Creature form could she hold her ground against Retia!

    At that moment, streams of transparent, intangible information cascaded into the area, reforming into the figure of Queen Mystic Bernadette, with chestnut hair, straight brows, and eyes as deep as the ocean.



    In a boundless wilderness, translucent, ethereal information coalesced into the figure of Torriope, Chairman of the Moses Ascetic Order,

    He had evaded Madam Magician's first round of multi- directional attacks using informatization to dodge from various directions with diverse abilities.

    Now reformed, Torriope still wore his hood, but his upper body was bare.

    His torso no longer appeared human, resembling a fusion of five or six things:

    There was a menacing wolf's head with black fur, a blazing throne of fire, a pale face with strange eyes, a writhing mass of maggots, and multiple asymmetrical black symbols...

    These were the Mystical Re-enactment spells Torriope had added to His information body over the years, making them truly a part of Him.

    In this form, the corresponding magic would immediately trigger and strike any target.

    As for the Loss of Control Gaze spell, Torriope deemed it too dangerous and hadn't fully deciphered its secrets. He feared adding it would destabilize the overall information structure, resulting in a loss of control.

    Clang!

    Just as Torriope completed His reformation, preparing to unleash numerous spells simultaneously, an ancient, ethereal chime echoed, and he glimpsed a massive, weathered bell in shades of blackish-green and gray-white.

    For an instant, He was dazed, but then He quickly cast the five or six spells all at once.

    They missed every target and had no impact on any life form.

    Madam Magician had vanished from the wilderness.

    A pulse of information flickered in the corner of Torriope's brow.

    His emotions became slightly unstable.

    He knew his enemy would be back any moment!

    Striking, but never hitting; fleeing, but never escaping!

    Then, Torriope saw the ground deep within the wilderness silently cave in.

    A vast pit opened, leading to a hazy, misty, obscure place.

    Torriope's spirits lifted again, His mood brightening.

    The great Hidden Sage had finally responded!

    That hazy, foggy area was actually a hidden escape route, granted by the Hidden Sage when Torriope had established Avalon.

    Once He escaped through there, His enemies would be unable to track or locate Him.

    Based on the Hidden Sage's namesake, He naturally wielded powers of concealment!

    That was also why He was still alive from the Fourth Epoch to the present.

    Joyfully, Torriope dissolved into a flood of information again, rushing toward the large, collapsed pit.

    Madam Magician reappeared in the skies above the wilderness.



    On the Blue Avenger, Franca handed out three pieces of yellow paper, covered with fine patterns, tiny writing, and strange symbols, to Professor, Periodic Table, and Prototype.

    "Burn them by rubbing them with your spirituality." Franca instructed solemnly.

    Taking the yellow paper, Prototype quickly glanced over it, noting a resemblance to, yet significant difference from, the entries in Roselle's Diary.

    He faintly discerned two characters: "Celestial Master."

    Wh-Professor and the others hesitated for a second before setting their yellow papers aflame.

    The blue smoke from the burning paper didn't dissipate but instead coalesced into a column, rising into the gray-white mist above.

    In the next second, Professor and the others seemed to see a wilderness filled with countless figures wandering and screaming. The knowledge pursuing them surged, becoming fiercer.

    They once again experienced the intense agony of the Hidden Sage's relentless indoctrination.

    Then, a hazy silhouette began to emerge before them.

    The figure sat cross-legged, his face as smooth as jade, dressed in a blue robe with a high crown atop his head.

    He held something known as a "whisk."



    In an unknown, mysterious realm.

    A light composed of complex information concealed itself and the surrounding area.

    It was none other than the Hidden Sage, who had foreseen the danger.

    Suddenly, He trembled violently, His form twisting like a massive serpent pierced by an unseen force.

    He had predicted the danger, but He hadn't foreseen that it would come from the wilderness!

    Enduring the pain, He attempted to sever the connection, hoping to conceal this part of His information.

    At that moment, a figure clad in a black trench coat followed the trace of the connection, descending from above and landing in front of Him, at the edge of the unknown land.

    The figure used his right hand, gloved in black, to press down on the half-height silk top hat atop his head, gradually straightening his posture.
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    1067 Grade 0 Sealed Artifact







    Retia was a quiet, taciturn person who made The Hermit feel like there was something strange about her as a warlock, though she had never explicitly said so, and Cattleya believed She had already become an Angel.

    And in the intelligence Cattleya had obtained in advance, the current high-level members of the Moses Ascetic Order guarding Avalon were only Torriope and two other Pillars who had been doing research there for years, so Retia should have already left.

    Unexpectedly, She appeared again.

    She was on the dark side of Avalon.

    Except for when there were real matters that needed to be handled, every time She said She was leaving Avalon, She was actually just taking a detour and entering the dark side? Was She guarding against something, or doing some secret thing? Queen of Stars Cattleya was surprised but not panicked.

    Retia being at the Moses Ascetic Order's headquarters was a good thing, so she wouldn't have to go looking for Her everywhere to eliminate Her!

    At this time, Retia in a loose robe with wavy wine-red hair stood on top of a broken giant stone pillar, looking towards the traitor foretold in the prophecy, Her voice echoing in the current area, 'I see you turning into a swan…'

    As she spoke, Retia's body rapidly expanded, the loose black robe quickly tearing apart, transforming into a mass of cloth fragments that drifted down below the stone pillar.

    In the blink of an eye, this Vice Chairman of the Moses Ascetic Order had Her neck elongated, covered in magenta scales, Her entire body the same.

    She was now five or six meters tall, her tailbone extending and becoming very long, filled with joints and barbs.

    Retia had actually transformed into a giant dragon, powerful and exuding an evil beauty, Her head still human-like in the magenta color.

    Her amber vertical pupils immediately locked onto The Hermit Cattleya.

    The Sequence 2 of the Mystery Pryer pathway was called Sage, with the core ability being the mastery and utilization of information, including but not limited to the informatization of one's own self.

    In such a situation, if one had enough self-understanding, without disrupting the overall information balance, one could add appropriate, non-conflicting, and already fully grasped mysticism knowledge in the form of information into the corresponding information flow, and delete the unnecessary parts, thereby completing the transformation of one's own body and the fixation and acceleration of certain spells.

    Retia chose to gradually transform Herself into a giant dragon at the information level, in order to gain a huge boost in physical strength and vitality.

    For this, She spent hundreds of years researching the remains of various dragons, and was also known as a 'Dragon Scholar' within the Moses Ascetic Order.

    Queen of Stars Cattleya originally thought this title meant Retia's research on the dragons was very in-depth, making Her a true expert in the field, until Queen Mystic also became a Sage did they guess there was another layer of meaning: A scholar like a dragon!

    Immediately, countless cold, eyelashless eyes opened in the cracks between Retia's magenta scales.

    The Mythical Creature form of the Mystery Pryer pathway!

    At the same time, countless fragments flashed in The Hermit Cattleya's mind.

    There was the warning from Queen Mystic when she chose the 'Mystery Pryer pathway on the Dawn; the constant pursuit of knowledge and the repeated indoctrination of the Hidden Sage; the painful episodes of almost losing control several times; the protection provided by Mr. Fool; the ostracism and suspicion she had suffered since becoming one of the Pillars; and all the scenes of evil and corruption she had seen along the way into the dark side…

    All of this is finally about to come to an end… With a sigh, Cattleya's back arched slightly, and pure white illusory feathers sprouted.

    Fairytale magic, Ugly Duckling!

    Even an ugly duckling could transform into a swan!

    A Sequence 3 could also manifest an incomplete Mythical Creature form, supporting it for a short time under the impact of an Angel!

    As these swan feathers grew out, cracks also appeared on Cattleya's surface, with blood and flesh congealing in each crack to form stark black and white eyeballs.

    These eyeballs swept around, meeting the countless eyes on the magenta dragon's body.

    Ma'am Hermit and the draconized Retia both became somewhat ethereal, one seeming to have become an abstract black shadow, the other's body dimming, no longer exuding an evil beauty.



    Although Lumian had Teleportation, considering the many dangers lurking in the dark side of Avalon, he didn't dare make a direct advance like Madam Magician, but Blinked in stages instead.

    After three or four jumps, he arrived at what seemed like a palace rooftop.

    It was paved with large slabs of water-black stone, surrounded by walls and towers, the night sky above dark and deep, with clusters of dazzling stars dotting it, blinking on and off as if countless unknown existences were watching this area, those stars being their eyes.

    A tall, thin man dressed as a warlock stood at the top of the nearest tower, carefully cradling a long-necked silver flask.

    The surface of the flask was covered in dense bumps, each with a deep crack, within which countless black and white eyes slowly rotated.

    This was an unnumbered Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, because it was not from the orthodox churches, and sometimes it was an Angel, sometimes a Sealed Artifact, its form unable to be fixed.

    It originated from a founding member of the Moses Ascetic Order, that angel's bizarre and uncontrolled death leaving behind this sealed artifact, and in the long years that followed, three of the Order's saints had successively used this artifact to become angels, but ultimately all went mad and died or became monsters within three hundred years, bringing great disaster to the Moses Ascetic Order.

    In the last thousand years, no one had dared to use this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact to advance, and thus it has earned a name: 'Destined Madness'!

    As a long-standing secret organization, the Moses Ascetic Order was at its peak, possessing six Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts besides Angels. Later, some were lost in internal strife, some were offered to the Hidden Sage, and some became the foundation of Angels. Now, only three remained, and Destined Madness was one of them.

    The warlock holding this cursed flask was Seids, one of the Pillars, who had been stationed in Avalon for years, researching mysticism knowledge.

    As a Sequence 3 Clairvoyant of the Mystery Pryer pathway, he chose Destined Madness over the other two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts because, for him, the current negative effects were still bearable, and he could endure for some time.

    The countless eyes on the slender silver flask brought with them a flood of illusions.

    They were diverse fragments of knowledge, some turning into human shapes, eyes bursting, clutching their chests, or heads exploding; some resembling writhing masses of snakes, slick and repulsive; some grotesque and indescribable, all racing madly toward Lumian.

    Knowledge was in pursuit!

    A swath of gray-white surged before Lumian, rolling forward like waves toward the embodied knowledge.

    Wherever the gray-white wave passed, the stone slabs grew denser, and even the air thickened.

    When the petrifying force met the knowledge entities, those apparitions donned a gray-white veil.

    However, in the next second, knowledge of 'stone,' 'rigidity,' 'slowness,' and 'lifelessness' seeped into the apparitions, becoming part of them.

    The knowledge pursuing Lumian didn't stop; they merely transformed into heavy yet swift knowledge statues.



    On the azure sea thick with gray fog.

    Because the area was so disorienting, Franca couldn't use conventional methods to contact Ma'am Hermit. She had to resort to praying to Mr. Fool to inform that Major Arcana card holder that they could start their operation.

    After she finished, Mr. Hanged Man began advising Professor, Periodic Table, and Prototype,

    'Next, you may experience some hallucinations, see some illusions, but under no circumstances should you believe them, or the harm will extend beyond you to your companions as well.

    'Even if you see me turn into a monster, or see a nearby companion attack you, you must neither evade nor retaliate—trust that it's all false.

    'Of course, it might not even be that intense.'

    Professor and the others exchanged glances, eventually choosing to trust the experienced, powerful captain. Besides, Hidden Blade was there too.

    Then, the Blue Avenger continued deeper into the sea along the murky course.

    After a moment, Professor sensed an unnatural silence around her.

    Though it was a ghost ship with few people on board, it had never been so silent that not a single sound, save for the waves, could be heard.

    Professor looked slowly toward the captain, Hidden Blade, and the distant sailors, only to see them moving in jerky slow motion, as if controlled by strings.

    Professor was startled and instinctively looked at Periodic Table and Prototype.

    Both members of the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society were smirking, identical chilling grins on their faces.

    Their smiles matched in every detail.

    Shuddering, Professor remembered the captain's warning and quickly shut her eyes, repeating silently,

    It's not real, it's all fake…

    At that moment, it seemed as though tentacles were reaching out from the water, the slick sensation drawing closer and closer, while Professor's thoughts grew sluggish and even a bit muddled.

    It's not real, it's all fake… she muttered to herself, braving her terror.

    It was unclear how much time passed before all abnormalities abruptly vanished as though they had never been there.

    Professor opened her eyes and saw that the captain was back to normal. Both Hidden Blade and the others—Periodic Table and Prototype—wore expressions tinged with confusion and fear.

    Professor and the others were about to ask questions when they all furrowed their brows simultaneously.

    They felt knowledge pursuing them, surging from the dense gray-white fog!

    Of course, it wasn't as extreme as the Hidden Sage's indoctrination, more like a manageable pressure.

    Mr. Hanged Man saw this and quickly said to Franca, 'We've reached the target area.'

    Franca nodded, pulling out several pieces of yellow paper etched with intricate patterns from the Traveler's Bag.
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      Is the target area a part of the western continent? And if so, how did HS ravings pass through the barrier?

      Still, I don't actually believe that that is the western continent bond
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        There is a theory (mine) that says ,the sefroit in the Western continent of hermit seq corrupted the uniqueness..thus attaining living characteristics ...that is the origin of hidden sage ... atleast that's what I believe
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    Chapter 1066: Deep in the Fog Sea


    Loss of Control Gaze was a spell that could cause even Angels to show obvious signs of losing control, with better effects the more unstable the target's mental state.

    However, just as Torriope cast this spell, The Magician vanished from the entrance to the wilderness.

    She didn't appear anywhere else in this area, seemingly having left entirely.

    Torriope's gaze focused as He watched the horrifying figure created by Loss of Control Gaze gradually dissipate.

    He didn't take this chance to escape.

    It wasn't that He didn't want to, but it was too late. Only when Queen of Stars Cattleya entered the warlock's tower did He receive the revelation and make the corresponding prophecy, spending some time to interpret it.

    He had no time left to escape.

    He could only come to the depths of this wilderness and wait patiently.

    Wait for an opportunity.

    This approach wasn't just interpreted from His own prophecy, but also came from His understanding of this wilderness on the dark side of the warlock's tower, and His knowledge of the Moses Ascetic Order's past events.

    In just a second or two, the Loss of Control Gaze spell completely ended.

    At the same time, Torriope once again saw that young lady wearing the black robe embroidered with silver stars.

    She had returned.



    On the Blue Avenger, struggling to navigate through the fog and sea.

    Professor, Periodic Table, and Prototype were all at sea for the first time, and they all walked to the ship's rail to gaze into the distance where the light was quite dim and the waves seemed to roar.

    "Westward... is this the depths of the Fog Sea?" Professor made her judgment based on Franca's earlier words and the surrounding environment.

    "Yes." The person who answered wasn't Franca, but a middle-aged man who walked out from the cabin.

    This man was of medium build with rough skin and messy deep blue hair, wearing a linen shirt, brownish jacket, and darker pantaloons. His bearing was rather dignified, giving the impression of someone long accustomed to authority.

    "This is the captain," Franca said, not introducing him as The Hanged Man of the Tarot Club, only telling Periodic Table and the others that he was the owner of this three-masted sailing ship.

    After a courtesy bow, Professor asked with some curiosity, "I've heard the western Fog Sea is extremely dangerous, often with fierce winds and huge waves. Even official exploration fleets can't continue deep into it, and can only advance one section of waterway at a time by establishing forward bases."

    "Actually, the weather here isn't as changeable and intense as the Berserk Sea, Captain The Hanged Man said in a slightly low, magnetic voice. "What's dangerous here is the fog."

    Most Beyonders of the Warlock pathway had strong curiosity. Prototype repeated the captain's words. "Fog?

    "What's dangerous about fog... Does it make fleets lose their way, unable to find supplies or retreat?"

    The Hanged Man smiled slightly. "Do you know why this ocean is called the Fog Sea? Why fog often rises in the archipelago waters too, completely different from the weather in the Sonia Sea?"

    Recalling various meteorologists' explanations from newspapers and magazines, Periodic Table touched the chemical symbols on her face and suddenly realized. "It spreads from here?"

    The Hanged Man nodded gently. "The fog in this area sometimes contracts, sometimes expands. When it expands, the fog spreads eastward, affecting the weather.

    "The closer you get to here, the more foggy weather there is, and the slower the fog disperses. By the time you reach the archipelago waters, the fog here needs to expand very dramatically to affect that area."

    "So it's actually due to mystical reasons..." Professor murmured to herself.

    The Hanged Man continued, "Similarly, the deeper you go into this area, the further west you sail, the thicker the fog becomes and the harder it is to disperse.

    Eventually you can't see anything but gray-white, dense fog, making it impossible to determine your coordinates and the correct waterway based on any external conditions.

    "Who knows how many explorers and adventurers have vanished forever here? Perhaps their ships will only return from history much later in the form of unmanned ghost ships."

    Franca beside them listened with great interest.

    So this is the true origin of the Fog Sea's name?

    Did this fog come from the Celestial Worthy's seal on the Western Continent?

    "What about us?" Professor asked with some concern.

    We're also heading deep into these waters!

    Unlike Prototype who only had to worry about feeding himself, she and Periodic Table had strong attachments, naturally making them more anxious and worried.

    The Hanged Man looked around and said, "Don't worry. I've entered and left these waters many times and have some understanding of the waterways here. We won't lose our way before reaching our destination."

    Of course, you're a top seafarer... Franca muttered internally.

    The Hanged Man added, "This experience was bought with lives. I've lost my way here before, encountered dangers, and nearly disappeared with the entire ship several times.

    "Fortunately, with divine protection, I prayed in time and received accurate positioning, which helped me successfully find my way back."

    Seeing how the captain introduced his experiences exploring these waters without arrogance, boasting, fear, or trepidation, Professor and the others gradually settled their hearts.

    This was indeed a safe waterway explored through countless hardships plus divine guidance, worthy of trust.

    At this moment, they all felt the captain was very steady and reliable.

    Periodic Table looked at the sailors who were clearly not enough to operate such a three-masted sailing ship, and asked with an investigative spirit, "Is this a ghost ship?"

    "Yes." The Hanged Man didn't deny it.

    Just then, the entire ship was thrown up by a wave, flying through the air.

    With a splash, a giant sea fish twenty to thirty meters long emerged from beneath the surface.

    Its body was covered in silver-white metal scales that flickered with dawn's light, and from the blowhole on its head spurted a water stream that seemed composed of early morning twilight.

    This water stream was like a giant sword wielded by a deity, slashing fiercely toward the Blue Avenger.

    This scene was visually stunning, leaving Professor, Periodic Table, and Prototype, who were used to fighting in cities and small environments, momentarily unsure how to respond.

    Silently, a gray-white color spread from the ship's rail. colliding with that deity-like dawn sword.

    The dawn's light on the giant sword immediately dimmed, taking on a gray-white color.

    It failed to create a Hurricane of Light, quickly turning into a stone sword that broke into sections falling toward the sea surface.

    At the same time, The Hanged Man flew into the air, his deep blue hair spreading wildly like tentacles.

    Bam! Bam! Bam!

    The Hanged Man clenched his fists, throwing out bolts of lightning.

    These silver-white lightning bolts pierced through sky and sea, striking the sea fish covered in silver-white scales.

    Boom! Only now did the thunder echo out.

    Just as Professor and others watched dumbfounded as the captain brought down divine punishment like a deity to discipline the sea monster, the area where the Blue Avenger was about to fall began bubbling.

    Countless rotting creatures emerged along with the rising and bursting bubbles, cramming densely together.

    A horrifying, strange summoning from the realm of death's destination came from beneath the sea surface, pulling the Blue Avenger off course directly toward it.

    The gray-white color fell before the ship, turning all the rotting, undead creatures instantly into stone sculptures, even the azure seawater became like a cement ground, uneven with highs and lows.

    The gray-white continued to penetrate beneath the sea surface, and everything fell silent.

    The Blue Avenger landed steadily on the water beside it, and The Professor and others saw large patches of gray-white stone being shattered by the incoming water flow, some sinking, some floating.

    "A Sequence 5 sea monster, a Gatekeeper?" Franca muttered questioningly as she prepared to collect her spoils. "Isn't this display of ability a bit exaggerated?"

    The first creature to attack the Blue Avenger should have been a whale that had consumed a Sequence 5 Guardian Beyonder characteristic of the Warrior pathway.

    "Different species and environments can lead to different manifestations of abilities," The Hanged Man landed back on deck, ordering the sailors to quickly harvest the whale sea monster's Beyonder characteristic and valuable parts. "Besides, you forgot that Sequence 5 at sea qualifies one to compete for the title of admiral."

    Listening to their exchange, Professor and others finally realized.

    The captain was the other demigod Hidden Blade had mentioned.

    The power of a demigod was mind-shaking!

    As Franca used Demoness spider silk to drag up the Keeper sea monster hidden beneath the surface-it was a flat, human-sized, spiky deep black mutated sea urchin-she casually asked,

    "The deeper we sail into these waters, the more monsters like this we'll encounter?"

    "No." The Hanged Man shook his head. "The most dangerous things are the environment itself and our companions. Of course, as long as we stay on the pre- determined waterway, there won't be much risk. These sea monsters have only appeared in recent years, possibly related to that war back then."

    Seeing Professor and others clearly confused, The Hanged Man briefly explained, "After the God of Combat's defeat, many Beyonder characteristics fell from the astral world onto the earth and into the oceans. His divine kingdom also experienced some collapse, with many items falling into reality."

    I see... The Backstabbing Armor, no, the Pride Armor came from that? That whale sea monster just now should also be... Gatekeeper is Sequence 5 of the Death pathway, adjacent to the Warrior pathway, so it's normal for the God of Combat's divine kingdom to have some related items... As Franca came to this realization, she waited for the pale and black-mixed Beyonder characteristic to gradually precipitate out.

    She and Lumian would need to gain more believers in the future, which required priests to spread their teachings, so they needed to prepare some Beyonder characteristics for their subordinates.

    After collecting the spoils, the Blue Avenger continued forward.

    As they sailed deeper, the gray-white fog around them grew increasingly dense, making it impossible to see clearly beyond several dozen meters.

    During this process, Professor and others occasionally discovered things floating through the fog-there were faintly visible peaks, indistinct islands, and giant figures that seemed to hold up the sky...

    The Hanged Man didn't explain, only telling them, "They seem close but are actually far away. unreachable."

    After another half day, when the gray-white fog reached a certain density, The Hanged Man suddenly said to Franca,

    "We're almost at our destination. Notify Ma'am Hermit that she can enter the Moses Ascetic Order's headquarters now."



    In the dark side tunnel of the warlock's tower.

    Ma'am Hermit continued to advance deeper. Her responsibility was to hold back the Moses Ascetic Order's upper echelons as much as possible until allied forces arrived.

    Suddenly, she stopped in an area filled with many broken stone pillars.

    She saw a familiar figure.

    It was the Moses Ascetic Order's Vice Chairman, another Pillar who she couldn't get a read on-Retia Austin.
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      Thoughts aloud: "Lumian participates in the plan for the fall of God. The ritual for the Apocalypse should also work for the Demoness of Disaster. So I think this is his opportunity. Where can I get a Characteristic? A Fool will handle this matter."
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    "Ate about ten to twenty tons of fish and shrimp. Can't afford to feed him, can't afford to feed him," Lumian said, clicking his tongue.


    Too many of this Pathway demigod in one planet will definitely affect the ecosystem.
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