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Chapter 1098: Him
Circle of Inevitability

Would the terror of the special mirror world possibly bring trouble to the Outer Deities' invasion? Lumian, treading on a wild wind, turned his head to look at Amon. 'What exactly is in the depths of the special mirror world?'

This was a direct participant who might know something!

Lumian had no expectation that Amon would certainly answer him, but asking wouldn't cost anything.

Amon stood steadily in the air, laughing with His usual tone,

'The embryonic form of the special mirror world was constructed by Bethel, to create a secret, spacious environment unknown to other gods for Tudor's and Cheek's meeting.

'Tudor wouldn't care whether this matter was seen, but cared about whether it would be known by those who shouldn't know.

'This is the style of His Imperial Majesty the Blood Emperor.'

'And then?' Lumian asked cooperatively.

Including the Termiboros period, he and Amon had already chatted 'casually' several times.

Amon pressed the monocle in His right eye socket. 'Later, the special mirror world underwent strange changes. Not only me, but Bethel and the others were no longer allowed to enter.

'His Majesty was fully capable of killing Angels.

'Afterward, His Majesty became even crazier. Cheek began to claim Herself as the true heir of the original Creator, the first person born in chaos.

'In the Pale Disaster, Cheek suffered severe damage. For thousands of years, Her condition has been poor. But as a Demoness of Unaging, you should clearly know that for high-ranking Demonesses, this is unlikely to happen. They can quickly resurrect even when met with death, let alone just being severely wounded.'

Lumian could tell that Amon was intentionally saying these words. His arrival today was certainly not just for receiving the Circle of Inevitability's letter.

'The true heir of the original Creator...' Lumian recalled the various concepts of the Demoness Sect that Franca had told him, and suddenly made certain associations. 'Shouldn't it be the personas the Oldest One initially split off? And among them, only two are most important and qualified to say this:

The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings and the original God Almighty...'

Lumian paused, muttering to himself, 'I'm aware that the combination of Tudor and Cheek was actually an arrangement left by the original God Almighty. The one believed in by the Aurora Order was also an object of arrangement, which will bring a destined accident.

'Moreover, the Demoness of Black said that the Primordial Demoness has five lines of honorific names, of which two are unknown to outsiders.'

Lumian's current thinking was that if he wanted to obtain more intelligence from Amon, he would have to trade some of his own information.

Who gets something for free?

The one in front of him was the expert at free acquisitions, once the top Marauder!

Before Amon could respond, Lumian added another sentence,

'The City of Calamity at the top of the Hunter and Demoness pathways was once contained by the original God Almighty.'

He began to suspect that the great terror of the special mirror world was related to the resurrection of the original God Almighty.

Amon glanced at him, smiling and saying, 'For such matters, no one dares to confirm without seeing it personally.

'Initially, when the special mirror world first had anomalies, that zealot already knew something was wrong. The occurrence of the War of the Four Emperors was also Him pushing it from the shadows.

'He re-established contact with the Chaos Sea more than seven years ago. Although forcibly using the Chaos Sea's power would cause the accommodation progress to regress, compared to those who still have to wait for the Western Continent's seal to be lifted, He shouldn't still be incapable of accomplishing an initial accommodation until today.

'Guess why He hasn't truly accommodated the Chaos Sea?'

Are the concerns about the problems hidden in the depths of the special mirror world stopping Him? Does He want a Beyonder qualified to become the Origins of Disaster and Calamity of Destruction not only to cultivate power against the apocalypse but also because the path to the Origins of Disaster must necessarily pass through the depths of the special mirror world, triggering that great terror and presenting it before His eyes? Is part of the previous 'bestowments' cost to be paid here? Lumian thoughtfully said to Amon, 'What else does that individual know about the special mirror world?'

Amon laughed and shook His head, answering off-topic,

'Cheek's remaining two honorific names are extremely secretive. Even color-titled high-ranking Demonesses don't all know them. Only those with close connections to Cheek that might trigger divine descent when attacked, truly grasp them.

'Otherwise, why do you think those two honorific names could remain secret, unknown even to all current Sequence Os? Medici could intimidate the Demoness of White, let alone those more powerful than Her.

'But that zealot might know something, after all, even the thoughts in one's mind might not be hidden from Him.'

Is the Demoness of Black one of those with close connections to the Primordial Demoness? She indeed seems special...

Lumian glanced at Amon and suddenly laughed. 'Using a true god's honorific name in Intisian won't incur divine punishment? Only using Hermes or ancient Hermes languages counts as blasphemy?'

After all, Cheek wasn't an uncommon name.

'You only mentioned Hermes and ancient Hermes because you only mastered them?' Amon laughed, 'Using ordinary language to recite a Sequence O's true name will attract attention but not necessarily divine punishment. As for me, guess why my title includes the description Blasphemer?'

Here, Amon adjusted the monocle in His right eye and looked Lumian up and down for a few seconds.

He said with an obvious smile, 'Actually, I'm quite looking forward to you entering the depths of the special mirror world.

Something interesting and unknown will definitely happen, and it's not something that will affect me.

'Why not give it a shot?'

'Maybe I'll consider it sometime in the future.' Lumian took on an unconcerned posture.

'Goodbye, my unacknowledged goddaughter. I hope when I see you next, you haven't truly lost control and gone mad.'

Amon waved like a human.

His figure suddenly disappeared.

Lumian lowered his head and gazed at the azure ocean shrouded in faint mist, activated the black mark on his right shoulder, and returned to the luxurious villa in Trier.

'How did it go?' Franca and Jenna, who had been waiting, asked in unison.

'The one called Inevitability sent a message through a Messenger of God,' Lumian told his two companions about the 'letter's' content.

'The one called Inevitability warned you not to go to the depths of the special mirror world? It feels like a weasel giving its well-wishes to a chicken—there's definitely no good intention,' Franca muttered.

'Could this be a misdirection?' Jenna frowned. 'But the secrets of the special mirror world's depths related to the Primordial Demoness are indeed dangerous.'

'Probably not a misdirection,' Lumian recounted his conversation with Amon that he could speak about, then laughed self-mockingly, 'Maybe the one who will save the end times is me, Mr. Fool will hold the fort, preventing those great existences from interfering with me. And when I reach the entrance of the special mirror world, I'll shout to the sky, 'Go back, or I'll face that great terror!'

'Like the Deterrence Era...' Franca couldn't help but quip.

Jenna didn't quite agree with Lumian's words. 'Maybe it would only bring trouble to the one called Inevitability, without affecting other great existences.'

'Do I look like an idiot? Before figuring out what exactly the great terror in the special mirror world's depths is and whether it can deter those great existences, I would never do such a thing,' Lumian teased Jenna.

After chatting for a while, he took out the special mirror world fragment obtained from the Demoness of Despair Panatiya from the Traveler's Bag and handed it to Franca.

'From now on, I must try to avoid direct contact with items related to the special mirror world.'

'Cautious!' Franca gave a thumbs up and praised Lumian.

She thought for a moment and took out her own special mirror world fragment, handing it to Jenna along with Lumian's.

'I have the Primordial Demoness's figurine. At critical moments, I must also avoid keeping it together with the special mirror world fragments.'

'I was just about to remind you,' Jenna smiled and collected the two special mirror world fragments.

Franca returned the smile and turned to Lumian.

'We'll put this matter aside for now?'

She was referring to Louis Gustav's matter. After some time, if this Emperor Party leader returned from Fourth Epoch Trier and the special mirror world, they would leave it to official Beyonders to handle, and notify the Demoness Sect on the side, not getting involved.

'Yeah.' Lumian nodded. 'In the coming days, besides finding other cultists hidden in Trier and Zaratul's clues, I'll focus on digesting the potion. I might seek Mr. Fool's permission to attempt the acting in a specific scenario for Weather Warlock.

'Also, I've communicated with Mr. Star and Mr. Moon. If they discover a base of the Rose School of Thought or an armed force belonging to them, they'll immediately notify me. I'll take you to the Southern Continent and launch a small war.'

The acting of a War Bishop must be completed in a war.

'Okay.' Franca pointed upstairs. 'So there's nothing else for now?'

She wanted to continue manufacturing giant robots.

Lumian didn't respond directly but turned to Jenna and Franca with a smile. 'I heard a very famous circus is touring in Trier.

Want to go see it together?'

'Sure.' Jenna looked at Franca.

Franca hesitated for two seconds. 'Alright.'

More than a week later.

Angoulême de Francois put on a brown coat with gold-embroidered threads and walked towards the underground of Saint Vieve Cathedral.

He and several colleagues were assigned to search for Louis Gustav and Madame Pualis in Fourth Epoch Trier. For this, they needed to hold a ritual, receive the blessing of the Eternal Blazing Sun, to resist the various corruptions existing in the Fourth Epoch Trier within a certain time.

Even for an Unshadowed, it would be quite dangerous otherwise.

Another one brought by Hidden Blade... Angoulême sighed inwardly.

The matter of Louis Gustav and the person suspected to be Pualis meeting in Fourth Epoch Trier was personally reported by him.

After being assigned to this task, Angoulême had tried to find Hidden Blade in the telegram group multiple times, wanting to complain, but in the past week, Hidden Blade had only been online two or three times, and no one knew what she was busy with.

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    1101 That Very Moment







    Deep in Fourth Epoch Trier, on streets surrounded by thick fog.

    Within the Unshadowed Domain that eliminated all shadows and darkness, Angoulême and his two colleagues had reached the critical moment of removing the item's seal.

    What none of them expected was that the final layer binding this Sealed Artifact was ordinary paper without any supernatural elements.

    These papers seemed torn from some ancient text, with lines of handwritten ancient Feysac:

    'I am the Beginning and the End.'

    'I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.'

    'God spoke, 'Let there be light,' and there was light.'

    'The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep; His Spirit moved upon the face of the waters.'

    'He called the light Day, and the darkness Night.'

    '…'

    These sheets of paper were attached to the Sealed Artifact, completely wrapping it. The sentences written on them were similar yet different from the Eternal Blazing Sun Church's scripture, but contained no sacred supernatural power.

    Angoulême's eyes focused as he saw this, unconsciously slowing his motion of tearing off the paper.

    His two colleagues were unaffected, quickly exposing the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact to Fourth Epoch Trier.

    The next second, an intense, golden, sacred sun appeared in the thick fog above.

    0-15—The Fourth Day!

    Suddenly, the Fog of War within two kilometers evaporated and dissolved without a trace. The Montsouris ghosts slowly approaching Angoulême and Jack Walton from different directions began making sizzling sounds, quickly being purified into black vapor that diffused upward.

    Some of this black vapor gradually dissipated, while other parts swelled and twisted, revealing faces displaying different forms of malice.

    They rapidly flew upward, reaching the invisible, colorless flames that served as the sky, concentrating in one area.

    This portion of black vapor was quickly burned away, leaving only faint patches.

    Just as these patches were about to melt away, more Montsouris ghosts flew out from different parts of Fourth Epoch Trier.

    They threw themselves into the light black patches one after another, preventing them from disappearing, trying to deepen them, maintaining them within the invisible, colorless flames for a while longer, and eroding upward.

    Seeing this scene, Jack Walton, whose malice was rapidly dissipating under the influence of The Fourth Day, furrowed his brow.

    He felt something was already happening!

    He hurriedly said to his two colleagues, 'Use the Sealed Artifact!'

    The Sealed Artifact they carried was 0-59—The Divine Kingdom Without People.'

    …

    At the bottom of Underground Trier, the miraculously healed Tree of Shadow frantically extended its roots and branches toward the seal and the ground-level city districts.

    Each piece of its bark seemed to be a crystallization of different scenes of desire from past history—thick, settled, and difficult to truly destroy.

    Its brownish-green roots quickly approached that layer of invisible, colorless flames, yet didn't attempt to touch it, as they would surely be burned through.

    Suddenly, two figures appeared on either side of its massive trunk.

    These two figures looked similar—both tall and enormous, humanoid yet like grotesque trees, covered in pitch-black, viscous tar-like liquid, with numerous bizarre and sickening arms growing from them. The surface of these arms either had bulging crimson eyeballs with prominent blood vessels, or were embedded with pale skull heads, or were covered with tongues bearing sharp teeth, and so on—there were too many variations to count. They spread an extremely evil and intensely mad sensation in all directions, causing the mine tunnels and earth to crack and split.

    These were Abomination Suah and His sister Tirié.

    They were currently displaying Their true form as Abominations, not their Mythical Creature forms from the Prisoner pathway. However, as Abominations, They inherently carried madness, evil, distortion, chaos, hatred, indulgence, and curse, causing effects equivalent to revealing Their Mythical Creature forms on Their surroundings.

    One could say that Their Abomination appearances were a product of Their self-perception combined with Their complete Mythical Creature forms.

    As soon as Suah and Tirié appeared, They each chose a section of the brownish-green trunk and merged Themselves into the Tree of Shadow.

    The crown of the Tree of Shadow finally broke through the ground, growing toward the sky, attempting to encompass all of Trier within its shade.

    Its roots truly extended into that layer of invisible, colorless flames, being burned off section by section, yet continuously growing new ones, striving to extend downward.

    Outside Saint Viève Cathedral in the island area, the pure brilliant sunlight was pushed back by branches oozing viscous black liquid, as if trying to create a world of shadows here.

    The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery's patriarchal cathedral in the north encountered similar circumstances.

    And because the Tree of Shadow's power extending to the surface was concentrated in these few places, citizens across Trier's districts merely dreamed dreams of different desires, dreams that had not yet crossed from illusion into reality.

    In the still-operating bars and dance halls, the atmosphere suddenly intensified, with everyone falling into a psychedelic state.

    Saint Viève, utilizing the cathedral's layout, strenuously resisted the invasion of those pitch-black viscous branches, preventing harm to the clergy and faithful who had taken shelter here.

    She didn't panic.

    In Her view, the Rose School of Thoughts indulgence faction re-activating the Tree of Shadow wasn't something unstoppable.

    If Fourth Epoch Trier's seal were truly so easily destroyed, the Rose School of Thought and other evil god sects would have done so long ago—why wait until today to expend such effort?

    Even if the crimson moon descending to the barrier, appearing round and bright, truly suppressed the orthodox gods, preventing Them from dealing with the Tree of Shadow problem, there were still two existences within the barrier who could take action. And the strongest subordinates the Great Old Ones could command in this world were just Suah and Tirié, who weren't even in the same league as their side.

    If the Rose School of Thought's indulgence faction truly wanted to go all in, they should have wagered everything during last year's Tree of Shadow incident, when Mr. Fool had not yet partially awakened.

    And even without counting the two existences, their side's number of Angels far exceeded the evil god sects. As long as they held on a bit longer, preventing the Tree of Shadow from destroying surface Trier and causing mass civilian deaths, sufficient reinforcements would soon arrive.

    This amount of time was insufficient to destroy Fourth Epoch Trier's seal.

    Was it that the Rose School of Thought and other evil god sects didn't want to use the current approach in the past?

    In the midst of Her doubts, Saint Viève suddenly became vigilant.

    Could something have simultaneously gone wrong with Fourth Epoch Trier?

    If coordinated on the inside and outside, the seal might truly be broken in a short time!

    Just then, Saint Viève saw before the crimson moon—which appeared so huge it seemed to hang by the cathedral bell tower—a figure descending from the sky, growing larger and larger, wearing a medium-tall silk top hat, black windbreaker, and holding a stardust-inlaid cane.

    …

    The easternmost part of the Sonia Sea, the Forsaken Land of the Gods.

    At the highest point of the majestic mountain range, darkness was thick, sometimes expanding, sometimes contracting.

    …

    Midseashire north coast, East Tilisi Province, capital city Tilisi.

    Madam Justice suddenly had a spiritual premonition and opened her eyes.

    She saw before her a verdant field, with several scarecrows standing in it, a clear stream flowing through, like a pastoral scene from an oil painting.

    A dream… As a Dreamweaver, Madam Justice quickly understood what she had encountered.

    And there weren't many beings in this world capable of weaving such a dream for her.

    Madam Justice instantly thought of one possibility: the ancient dragon Edefana she had been pursuing!

    This was one of the few remaining mind dragons.

    I've searched for years without finding Him, yet He has come to me? Madam Justice found this somewhat absurd.

    Absurdity implied abnormality, and abnormality necessarily indicated problems.

    What Madam Justice cared more about was, if this dream was truly woven by Edefana, why did He choose today, why choose this moment?

    Justice didn't hesitate, taking out a card.

    The card portrayed an impartial goddess seated on a stone chair, wielding a sword and scales.

    Tarot card, Justice card!

    After praying to Mr. Fool, Justice began reciting her friend's honorific name, 'Cosmic Traveler, beholden to the King of Yellow and Black, and the Sorcerer chronicling the world…'

    …

    Southern Continent, inside a black ancient castle.

    Mr. Moon Emlyn stood at the window, gazing up at the crimson moon that appeared huge and dreamlike due to its proximity.

    He felt his spirituality boiling.

    As he was struggling to control himself, the crimson moonlight shone into the ancient castle, conveying a mellow voice, 'Alexis has suddenly disappeared. Find him as soon as possible.'

    This voice came from one of the three great Sanguine dukes, Olmer—titled Round Moon.

    Alexis disappeared? Mr. Moon repeated these words.

    Alexis was one of Duke Round Moon Olmer's direct descendants, a Sanguine count residing in Feynapotter City, the capital of the Feynapotter Kingdom.

    In the past, The Moon Emlyn wouldn't have thought this order contained any hidden information, but now, he thought more: Alexis disappeared suddenly?

    If it was sudden, how did Duke Round Moon discover it so quickly?

    As a direct relative, did the Duke Round Moon have a bad premonition due to Alexis's disappearance?

    …

    Sonia Sea, New City of Silver, Church of The Fool's Headquarters.

    Lumian and others saw the unrestrained growth of the Tree of Shadow.

    'Wasn't it supposed to take many years before it would grow again?' Franca muttered to herself. 'Did it receive healing, and its original wounds have healed?'

    Lumian nodded pensively.

    'The Great Mother's influence really seems to be hidden behind this…'

    Jenna, who had been pondering a certain question, suddenly turned her gaze toward the twin towers and asked vigilantly, 'Would the Gift of the Land being Omebella's remains, count as a 'mother?''

    'Should calamity stay away?'

    Lumian was momentarily stunned.

    He had borrowed the Gift of the Land before without any problems.

    But that seemed to be before Mr. Fool made the revelation that 'calamity needs to stay away from the mother'!

    Meanwhile, in a hotel in the New City of Silver.

    A man with neatly combed black hair, beautiful crimson eyes, and an elegant bow tie at his chest pulled a card from his pocket.

    The card depicted a female version of Emperor Roselle wearing maternity clothes, with a protruding belly, radiating maternal glory.

    Card of Blasphemy, Mother card!
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      A terrifying conspiracy all over the world. Will Lumian go crazy? My blood is boiling...
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      whoaaaa... Klein appear before the MGoD, so... will we have a duel between Pillars before the Apocalypse even arrive? lshock
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      Когда у Suah сестра появилась? И откуда характеристика, Chained God совсем разобрали?
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        In the Whirlwind project, the Chained God gave birth to her.
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    Chapter 1100: Montsouris Ghosts


    Lumian leaped out of bed and walked to the window, Blue-violet flames rolled out from within his body, quickly condensing into pieces of iron-black armor.

    In the blink of an eye, Lumian had transformed into a knight clad in full armor.

    After digesting the potion to a certain degree and stabilizing his condition, he could finally transform his flames into actual weapons or armor, though he could only maintain this for 10 minutes.

    Lumian reached the window and looked outside, seeing only the bright crimson moon, sparse twinkling stars, and a quiet, peaceful night with nothing unusual.

    He made an instant decision, issuing orders to each team member through the mental channel: "Get ready. We'll move to the New City of Silver in five seconds."

    Learning from the experience and lessons of the Vortex incident, Lumian chose to immediately leave Trier, taking his team members to the Church of The Fool's headquarters to maximally avoid potential accidents.

    Once in a safe location, they could report to Mr. Fool, await possible orders, think about what had happened, and plan their next steps.

    As Lumian's voice echoed in their minds, Franca used invisible spider silk to help her change clothes, tie her ponytail, and enter combat mode.

    Five seconds quickly passed, and Lumian didn't wait for Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig to gather before directly activating the black mark on his right shoulder.

    As a team leader, he no longer needed to grab his team members' shoulders to teleport them to their destination-the only requirement was that they be within a 10-kilometer range.

    Amid rapidly receding layers of color blocks, Lumian and the others appeared at the entrance of the Church of The Fool's headquarters.

    After confirming this was real and not a mirror image or scene from a painting, Lumian let out an undisguised sigh of relief.

    "What happened?" asked Jenna, wearing a dress as sleepwear.

    "I dreamed I was attacked by a Montsouris ghost," Lumian said while walking toward the headquarters cathedral, which remained open even in the deep night.

    "As an Angel and former Demoness, all dreams necessarily have meaning," Franca explained, following along. "Moreover, as far as I know, the Eternal Blazing Sun Church and the Church of Steam and Machinery are sending several Saints carrying Sealed Artifacts into Fourth Epoch Trier tonight, hoping to eliminate Louis Gustav and Madame Pualís."

    Anthony connected the previous statements and speculated, "Due to the influence of the two Churches' actions, Fourth Epoch Trier experienced some anomalies, triggering Lumian's spiritual premonition?"

    Lumian crossed the spacious area and sat in the first row of seats facing the Fool's holy emblem, smiling as he responded to Anthony, "I wouldn't leave Trier if it were just the anomalies and potential effects from Montsouris ghosts. With evil gods temporarily unable to descend, I don't actually need to worry too much. Plus, you're all practically half-Angels now. As long as you don't leave the team's effective range, safety is sufficiently guaranteed. Together, combined with the ability to get help by sacrificing to the essence of war, we could resist even a Sequence 1 Archangel for some time, maybe even with hope of victory.

    "But since this involves Madame Pualís, it's better to stay away-calamity needs to stay away from the mother."

    "Yeah." Jenna strongly agreed with Lumian's choice.

    She sat down too, letting mirrors fly out from the Traveler's Bag. "Stay alert tonight. If anything unusual occurs, immediately organize believers to take refuge in the nearest orthodox cathedrals," Jenna transmitted these messages to the various bishops and priests of the Sick Church through the mirror world and marked mirrors.

    Meanwhile, mirrors also flew out from Lumian and Franca's Traveler's Bags.

    Using mirrors they had positioned that were still in Trier, they projected the corresponding scenes onto the mirrors before them to observe the subsequent situation and respond in time.

    After finishing this, Lumian lowered his head, pressed his hand to his chest, and began to pray.

    …

    Deep in Fourth Epoch Trier.

    Upon encountering the Montsouris ghost, Angoulême turned to the monk Jack Walton, "Should we eliminate it?"

    Even if he weren't an Unshadowed, Angoulême wouldn't fear Montsouris ghosts, as these ghosts hadn't previously shown particularly strong power and would even avoid the protection of orthodox Churches. Even if they could cause trouble for Saints, it would at most be an annoyance.

    Moreover, Beyonders of the Sun pathway were most effective against such dark, black evil beings named after ghosts.

    Jack Walton, as the leader of this search and cleanup operation, thought for two seconds.

    "Yes, but don't cause too much commotion."

    He remembered that Montsouris ghosts' curses were extremely persistent. He worried that in the upcoming battle with Madame Pualís, these ghosts might suddenly join in and interfere from the side, potentially tipping the balance in an already dangerous fight. Better to clear them out now while it was relatively safe.

    Angoulême quickly said to his two colleagues, "Prepare to remove the seal."

    For this operation, the Eternal Blazing Sun Church and the Church of Steam and Machinery had each provided their clergy with a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact to ensure the ultimate goal could be achieved.

    Both Churches had long known that the Shadow of the Beauty Goddess from the Rose School of Thought had allegedly fallen into the hands of Madame Pualís, who was hiding in Fourth Epoch Trier. This was also a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, and among the more powerful ones at that grade.

    Under these circumstances, simply sending six Saints to search for and eliminate Madame Pualís and Louis Gustav would be sending them to their deaths. Therefore, each team carried a targeted Grade 0 sealed artifact that could counter the Shadow of the Beauty Goddess to some degree.

    Since passing through the "Blood Well" became more dangerous with higher Sequences, they didn't send Angels but deployed Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts instead!

    With these two Sealed Artifacts, even if Angoulême and the others couldn't kill Madame Pualís, they could hold her off. Then the Eternal Blazing Sun and God of Steam and Machinery could locate Their high-ranking clergy and, using them as mediums, deliver a fatal blow to Madame Pualis through the seal.

    As the three Unshadowed began removing the seal on the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, the Montsouris ghost slowly crossing the intersection suddenly changed direction and walked toward them step by step.

    Jack Walton, dressed as an ancient stonemason, watched as the Montsouris ghost quickly transformed from a rather blurry shadow into something clear.

    It truly wasn't a hunched elderly person-its main body was viscous black liquid that had been stretched into human form by some influence.

    Those drops of black liquid stacked together, their edges merging while their cores remained independent.

    Within each independent black liquid core appeared different faces-some laughing wildly, some walking among dismembered limbs and internal organs, some filled with anger, some with dark red eyes, some flaunting their own lust, some wearing necklaces strung with human skulls...

    They were all distorted and shouted in unison at Angoulême and Jack Walton, "Human nature is evil!"

    This was Devil Language!

    As these words echoed, the three Unshadowed were unaffected, but the clergy from the Church of Steam and Machinery, including Jack Walton, suddenly felt intense malice.

    It was resentment from being assigned to dangerous missions.

    Then, Jack Walton and the other Saints saw more hunched black shadows slowly emerging from the intersection behind them and the alleys on both sides.

    They all appeared to be Montsouris ghosts.

    Dozens, hundreds of Montsouris ghosts!

    Meanwhile, the first black shadow-that Montsouris ghost-had its stomach rapidly swell up, then split open, spewing out viscous black liquid that stretched and elongated to form a new Montsouris ghost.

    Seeing this, Angoulême, Jack Walton, and the others suddenly had a realization.

    Montsouris ghosts shouldn't normally undergo such changes.

    This was a phenomenon possible only through the Earth, Moon, or Banshee pathways!

    Was this Madame Pualis's doing?

    And what did the Montsouris ghosts correspond to? What developments would such proliferation bring?

    "Human nature is evil..." The ghost's earlier words suddenly echoed in Angoulême's mind.

    As far as he knew, the evil of human nature corresponded to the Devil and Prisoner pathways, both deeply influenced by the Mother Tree of Desire.

    Right... Angoulême's temple suddenly throbbed.

    The Shadow of the Beauty Goddess allegedly obtained by Madame Pualís came from the Rose School of Thought, and the Rose School controlled the Prisoner pathway as loyal followers of the Mother Tree of Desire!

    At this thought, Angoulême formed a speculation that frightened even him as an Unshadowed:

    the transaction involving the Shadow of the Beauty Goddess during the Vortex incident wasn't just a one- time deal-it concealed some subsequent cooperation!

    The Vortex Incident had ended, but its influence continued. The Great Mother and the Mother Tree of Desire had reached some understanding and decided to cooperate to a limited extent on certain matters!

    Angoulême's expression tensed as he said gravely, "Clear out the Montsouris ghosts here quickly!"

    Any later, unwanted mutations might occur!

    As Angoulême spoke these words, in Underground Trier, near the seal of Fourth Epoch Trier in a certain mine, a brownish-green, gnarled-rooted, semi-real giant tree suddenly grew.

    It extended branch after branch, growing extremely fast, as if it had received the best healing and most abundant nutrition.

    …

    New City of Silver, Church of The Fool's headquarters.

    Through the floating mirrors before them, Lumian and the others saw that under the dark night, in many corners of Trier, the ground was cracking open as brownish-green roots or branches grew out.

    "Tree of Shadow?" Lumian stood up and chuckled. "Heh, I really want to go back to Trier now and burn it. It couldn't be burned to death before, but today might be different."

    He now had the Fire of Destruction!

    Just as Lumian finished speaking, he suddenly turned his gaze toward the rows of large windows in the cathedral.

    Outside the windows, the crimson moon had grown very large and hung very low, as if it had pressed against an invisible barrier.
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    Chapter 1099: Spiritual Premonition


    In an underground location in Trier, a place strictly guarded by multiple Beyonders from the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Church of Steam and Machinery.

    This was a seal leakage point that had appeared before the construction of the catacombs, which was later properly handled and no longer caused problems.

    However, if linked with the square in the nearby quarry hollow where Eternal Blazing Sun and God of Steam and Machinery were worshiped, along with the stone pillars representing both deities, it could allow people from outside the seal to enter Fourth Epoch Trier at a certain risk.

    Although this required the divine power of the Eternal Blazing Sun or the God of Steam and Machinery as a "key", something impossible for cultists to utilize, both Churches still insisted on sending teams to take turns guarding the site.

    At this moment, Angoulême arrived at the abandoned mine with two other Unshadowed colleagues, facing three people dressed as stonemasons.

    "Let's begin," said a monk with short, thick hair and a beard, nodding at Angoulême.

    Angoulême recognized this monk as the current prior of the Deep Valley Cloister, named Jack Walton, quite an ordinary man.

    "Okay." Angoulême nodded in response.

    Under the watch of both guard teams, they lowered their heads and took their positions, chanting the honorific names of their respective deities.

    Rays of sunlight fell from the cave's top, illuminating the abandoned mine.

    White steam subsequently permeated the quarry hollow.

    Soon, crimson blood seeped from the depths of the abandoned mine.

    The bizarre blood, resisting the sunlight, continuously surged upward, quickly filling the mine.

    Angoulême, an Unshadowed, dissolved his fear and hesitation, raised his head, took two steps forward, and entered the abandoned mine, stepping into the crimson blood thick with a bloody scent.

    Other Saints followed closely behind.

    Passing through the "Blood Well" would allow entry into Fourth Epoch Trier!

    This was not a simple task. The "blood" would cause severe corruption, with the danger increasing for higher Sequences.

    …

    Southern Continent, deep in a rainforest.

    Before a terrifying castle covered in countless human skins.

    Franca, Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig each condensed fire spears of blue-violet, blazing and terrifying.

    Without Lumian issuing the command, they simultaneously threw their spears.

    The blue-violet fire spears split mid-air, quickly presenting a sky-covering arrangement.

    Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

    It was as if an entire military legion had simultaneously launched their weapons, causing the high sky to brighten and be dyed with brilliant colors.

    Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

    The human skin castle was completely covered by countless fire spears. The cultists developed by the Rose School of Thought used every possible ability but could not change this apocalyptic scene.

    Rumble, the earth trembled, the castle collapsed, igniting blue-violet flames.

    Painful wails and desperate curses echoed between the flames, transforming into thin strands of black gas rising upward.

    Ludwig didn't care what the soon-to-die cultists were cursing. He stepped forward, rode the wild wind, and howled to arrive above the collapsed human skin castle, opening his mouth split to the back of his head.

    Whoosh!

    All the rising black gas was sucked into his mouth.

    Lumian had his hands in his pockets, smiling and watching this scene, his expression very leisurely.

    From breaking through the human skin castle's outer defensive line, to gradually advancing and cutting off their escape hopes, to repeatedly attacking the castle itself and completely destroying it, Lumian never personally acted, allowing Jenna and others to freely perform and cooperate tacitly.

    He was only responsible for central command, sharing appropriate abilities at critical moments.

    "Not strong enough," Franca finally felt like a Demoness amidst those wails and curses.

    The only issue was that the master of the human skin castle was just a Sequence 4 Tree Supplicant, a bestowed by the Mother Tree of Desire, though he had a group of Low and Mid-Sequence subordinates and numerous loyal cultists. The human skin castle itself was like a sacrificial ritual that could briefly display power equivalent to Sequence 2 by sacrificing many humans, but it fundamentally couldn't resist a true Angel, let alone an Angel leading a team.

    "Overwhelming the weak and sweeping through armies is also a form of war, which is quite helpful for digesting the War Bishop role," Lumian laughed and responded to Franca. "Moreover, previously abstract cooperation has now become a tangibly perceptible thing."

    What Lumian didn't say was that he was essentially equivalent to a priest or bishop of the City of Calamity or 0-01 due to his close connections, with only the war aspect lacking.

    Over the past week, Mr. Star and Mr. Moon had each discovered a base secretly established by the Rose School of Thought, both handed over to Lumian to handle, giving him the opportunity to launch two small wars.

    Seeing Ludwig consume all the dispersed boons' power, Jenna retracted her gaze and said to Lumian with some worry, "I know the Southern Continent is chaotic, but getting opportunities for two small wars in just over a week-isn't this too frequent?"

    Lumian chuckled and said, "These are signs.

    "Signs of chaos and conflict, signs that the apocalypse will arrive early."

    Before Jenna and others could respond, Lumian waved to Ludwig in mid-air, saying, "Let's head back. Let's have a barbecue party today."

    According to their agreement, apart from the dispersed boons' power, all other spoils had to be left for the intelligence providers - Mr. Star or Mr. Moon.

    In the luxurious villa in Trier that currently belonged to Lumian and his companions.

    Jenna was using invisible spider silk to quickly slice and string meat skewers while watching Lumian, who despite having extremely strong fire manipulation abilities, was seriously managing charcoal for grilling meat.

    Lumian wore a smile, relaxed, tasting a piece while grilling.

    He's not worried about those signs at all... No, not that he's not worried, but he worries when he should worry, fights when he should fight, and enjoys life when he should enjoy life. Jenna thought, her eyes subtly moving.

    Over the past week, Lumian, who had made certain progress in digesting the Weather Warlock potion and stabilized his state, was behaving quite normally. Their relationship had returned to the period before the Vortex incident, and moreover, Lumian had clearly become more proactive.

    But from some details, Jenna could still sense that Lumian was slightly different from before.

    A normal person would inevitably be affected in daily life when encountering worrying matters. Lumian's ability to completely detach himself indicated he was deliberately controlling his emotions.

    Even at Sequence 2, godhood ultimately brings certain, permanent influences... Jenna suddenly felt somewhat emotional.

    "What's on your mind?" Franca, helping beside her, asked curiously.

    Jenna lowered her voice and shared her recent feelings with Franca in a concise manner.

    Franca pursed her lips and said, "Just treat it as a natural change in mindset and perception that everyone experiences as they grow older and are tempered by various experiences..."

    She stopped midway.

    Wasn't this true for herself as well?

    The same applied to Jenna. Walking step by step to her current Sequence, she had more or less abandoned some of her original insistences.

    Just as Jenna was about to say something, she saw Lumian throw a grilled meat skewer aside, and Ludwig, who somehow had moved there, bit into the food in one mouthful.

    "Feeding a dog?" Franca laughingly scolded Lumian.

    Jenna couldn't help but laugh as well.

    …

    Deep in Fourth Epoch Trier, dense fog isolated sensory perception and spirituality, making the partially collapsed buildings in the distance appear hazy and indistinct.

    The Unshadowed had filled the surrounding thirty to forty meters with pure, holy sunlight, to the point where even each person's shadow had disappeared.

    The quietly rolling fog was blocked outside the sunlight, but the light could not reach further.

    Angoulême cast his gaze toward Jack Walton.

    The prior of Deep Valley Cloister, a Saint-level monk, was holding an unusual circular disk covered in complex patterns with a mirror-like luster.

    Placed on the disk was an object supposedly from the Louis Gustav family crest, which swayed left and right before finally settling in a certain direction.

    "Over there." Jack Walton was leading this search.

    The disk was something he had made just two days ago, derived from a revelation's knowledge. The Gustav family crest was not a real object, but a historical projection-this did not impede its role as a medium pointing toward Louis Gustav.

    Just as Angoulême and the other Unshadowed followed Jack Walton into a new street, a black shadow suddenly passed in front of them.

    The shadow was slightly hunched, moving slowly at the intersection.

    At a glance, it looked like a person, but upon closer inspection, it seemed like a gathering of viscous black liquid.

    "A Montsouris ghost!" Angoulême quickly identified the origin of the black shadow.

    This left Jack Walton and other clergy from the Church of Steam and Machinery confused.

    Weren't Montsouris ghosts supposed to wander in Underground Trier? How could they enter Fourth Epoch Trier?

    Information about Montsouris ghosts quickly flashed through the minds of these demigods who were not afraid of ghostly curses, quickly reminding them that these "ghosts" were not always present and had appeared only in recent times.

    Did Montsouris ghosts come out of Fourth Epoch Trier? And more than one? Such speculation emerged in the minds of Jack Walton and other Saints.

    …

    In the luxurious villa.

    Lumian suddenly felt his entire body go icy cold, unable to breathe, as if sinking into viscous river water.

    The next second, his eyes reflected a black shadow resembling a hunched elderly person.

    A Montsouris ghost!

    Lumian's heart tightened, and he sat up abruptly.

    He truly opened his eyes, seeing everything in the room was completely normal, with no Montsouris ghost in sight!

    "What happened?" Franca, wrapped in a thin blanket and yawning, also sat up.

    Lumian was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I dreamed of a Montsouris ghost."

    Franca was first stunned, then her expression turned solemn, "For a Demoness, this could be a spiritual premonition."
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      Error404
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      That damm ghost was hiding some big secret all along.
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        Spectator_d
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        Here, every first person hides some secrets. I wouldn't be surprised if all spiritual beings from the Spiritual World are aware of what is happening in the world.
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      Brennholz
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      Hah, Lumian just chill bro
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        Kennyjo
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        He was chilling with franca 😎
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    Failed assignment
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    Need me a book that I could read .... referral pls...... except the obvious pls
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      demiwizard
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      Trash of the Count’s Family
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        Royalty Ducky
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        That's also a bit obvious though, isn't it in the top 10 light novels?
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          Error404
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          Nope, not even top 100.
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            Royalty Ducky
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            Fr? When I started reading lightnovels I searched recommendations up on tiktok and it was one of the first ones I found, right after Shadow Slave and lodm
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              Error404
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              It's those kind of novel that starting readers like to read, Handsome smart MC with a Dragon Pet who always come up with all kind of plan with stupid ass misunderstanding going behind, at one point author even started pulling ploy out of his ass about MC actual world was like Hunter and Portal world and MC had some power from the start.
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        YellowFlame
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        Is it me or they talk too much in that novel? sigh
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        Failed assignment
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        Read it
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      Redok22
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      Royal road: Matabar
      Royal road: Savage healer
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        Thanks will check
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