Chapter 149: The future he claims (thanks to Chazhang for rewarding the Silver Alliance twice)
Chapter 887 The future he claimed (thank you Chazhang for rewarding the Silver Alliance twice)
When the "blasphemous slate" in front of Amon was raised, the white mist that was corroding Russell and the Djinn suddenly reacted. It wanted to escape and shrink back into the endless starry sky, but was forcibly "pressed" by Russell.
, can only retreat little by little.
Similarly, the pale golden lantern struggled desperately, trying to get back into the "wishing lamp" from the mouth of the pot, but Russell didn't give him this chance at all, and used the white mist and cyan light to tightly bind him in front of him.
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Russell turned his head and looked at the "Black Emperor" mausoleum below, "distorting" the distinction between inside and outside, and showed a painful yet satisfied smile to his eldest daughter Bernadette.
He shouted loudly:
"Enjoy this world for me for a while!"
"Dad!" Bernadette, the "Queen of Mysteries" shouted, her cheeks already glistening with water.
Russell didn't say anything more, retracted his gaze and straightened his posture.
He continued to fight against the retraction of the white mist, tightly hugging the djinn, then raised his chin, and said to Amon in a majestic and firm voice:
"bring it on."
The monocle in Amon's right eye instantly lit up with a strange light. He pressed down with both hands, causing the "blasphemous slate" floating in front of him to hit the pale golden genie and Rose who was "embracing" the genie.
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The chaotic sea water containing all colors and possibilities turned into a torrent and surged forward mightily.
Drawn by this, the white mist representing the whirlpool ceremony, together with Perle inside, the "Shadow of the God of Beauty" and the miniature red moon, also rushed towards the Djinn and Roselle.
At this moment, within the swirling white mist, a light spot that had not expanded before rapidly enlarged, presenting a gloomy and dark scene. It seemed to correspond to Trier in the Fourth Age, but also seemed to represent an unknown land.
A white, delicate, slender and beautiful palm suddenly appeared in this scene. It grabbed the twisted arm of the "Shadow of the Beauty God" and dragged the "0" level sealed object into the light spot where it was.
At the same time, he disappeared into the deep and dark gloom.
Affected by the completion of this transaction, the miniature red moon formed by the pollution of the "Great Mother" instantly came to the light point with a vague figure hanging, and was about to penetrate into it.
Amon is trying his best to exploit the loopholes, and to control the "blasphemous slate" and maintain its stability, he can only barely spare a little attention to interfere.
He failed to prevent the disappearance of the "Shadow of the God of Beauty", but only allowed the miniature red moon to disintegrate and dissipate nearly half of it.
The remaining miniature red moon penetrated into the corresponding light spot and into the blurry figure hanging in mid-air.
The belly of the figure wrapped in bandages, thorns and roses suddenly bulged out, and obvious cracks appeared. Black asphalt-like liquid was poured into strips, with crimson eyeballs protruding from the surface. Skeleton heads, and arms with teeth and tongues suddenly emerged from these.
The gap stretched out and tore the vague figure's abdomen.
The next second, the white mist representing the whirlpool ceremony covered the pale golden djinn, and all the light spots inside were extinguished at the same time.
The Djinn cursed crazily and silently, but could only watch helplessly as the torrent of chaos, which contained all colors and possibilities, followed the mottled and vicissitudes of gray stone slabs and rushed in front of him.
He was immediately overwhelmed.
His body composed of pale golden viscous light quickly disintegrated and reduced to golden specks.
These tiny pure golden light spots were quickly washed away and eliminated by the torrent of chaos, leaving no trace left.
In the blink of an eye, the djinn was left with only an extremely dim, greenish-white light.
It was not completely decomposed by the torrent of chaos, and it retracted awkwardly from the mouth of the pot into the golden "wishing lamp".
At this time, Russell no longer needed to restrain the djinn, nor did he have to struggle to maintain a close connection with the "Uncertain Mist".
He looked at the torrent of chaos rushing in front of him, raised his chin again, and opened his arms, just like an emperor embracing his own world.
In an instant, the torrent of chaos that contained all colors and possibilities submerged Russell's figure.
The body of the resurrected "Black Emperor" quickly disintegrated and faded away.
"Dad..." Bernadette in the mausoleum below shouted again, but this time her voice was very low, like she was talking in her sleep.
Almost at the same time, outside the barrier, the white mist covering a certain planet suddenly shrank inward to the core of the star, as if it had been hit directly by the second "blasphemous slate" together with the torrent of chaos, causing the weathered and dry ground to be everywhere.
The bottom of the ocean reappeared.
Immediately afterwards, the uncertain, rich white mist filled the air again, and indescribable sounds echoed everywhere in the starry sky.
This caused the extremely bright star realm to be covered by a thin mist, making the entire world dim.
The next second, the white mist, whose size and state could not be described in words, broke away from the previous planet.
The planet shattered silently, and various rocks and gases were ejected out in waves.
Then, a sense of chaos that encompasses all colors emerged on the surface of the thick, uncertain, invisible white mist.
He shrunk suddenly and quickly disappeared into the endless darkness of the starry sky.
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On the streets of Trier, citizens saw that the fog in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sun returned to normal. It was neither so bright that it could blind human eyes, nor so dim that it seemed like dusk.
The previous series of changes have not been forgotten by them, and the voice of "the emperor's return" still remains in their hearts.
“What’s going on in this world?” Many citizens have similar doubts.
With such doubts and fears, they turned their attention to the newsstand and the nearby church.
On this day, occult magazines such as "Psychic", "Upanishad" and "Lotus" were sold out in Trier, regardless of whether it was the church of the "Eternal Scorching Sun", the church of the "God of Steam and Machinery", or
The churches of "The Fool" are crowded with people.
Similarly, in Backlund, Palos Port and other large and small cities in the northern and southern continents, the corresponding magazines are also in short supply, and every church is packed with believers.
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Over the original island, Amon fell to the same height as the top of the "Black Emperor"'s tomb.
He looked at the "Queen of Mysteries" Bernadette who had just walked out of the mausoleum, and said in a deliberately indifferent tone:
"In sixty years, the 'Fog of Uncertainty' will not be able to come back, and there will be one less danger to face in the end.
"And as long as there is no new 'Black Emperor' born, as long as the order of human society has not completely collapsed, or this mausoleum has not been completely destroyed, Russell will be able to resurrect from nothingness in a hundred years.
At that time, He, who has three types of pollution in his body, will gain a preliminary balance and be able to maintain his basic humanity and sobriety."
Having said this, Amon laughed and changed his tone:
"This is the future He claims, and this is His promise to you."
Without waiting for Bernadette to respond, Amon grabbed it in the air and threw the newly emerged crown inlaid with many dark gems and the "Wishing Magic Lamp" to the "Mysterious Queen":
"As a guarantee of the promise, the uniqueness of the 'Black Emperor' is entrusted to you.
"As long as you are not dead, there will be no new 'Black Emperor' appearing."
Bernadette caught the dark crown and the "wishing lamp" and said in a low voice:
"Hopefully, the future He declared will play out."
Amon pinched the monocle on his right eye and chuckled:
"This is not something I can answer for Him. Anyway, my reward has been received and the ceremony was completed just now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amon, who no longer had the status of a true god, slowly took back the "Profane Slate" and three other rays of light, and disappeared in mid-air.
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In front of the ruined bloody altar.
After the darkness of the world and the fog from high places receded, Ms. "Magician" turned her gaze to the western sky.
As an angel who has a very close connection with the spirit world, she has learned from the spirit world what just happened and what happened to her Minor Arcana card.
"What's wrong?" Miss Justice asked.
Ms. "Magician"'s expression was very complicated, and her tone was slightly sighing:
"The evil god who preached in the name of truth suffered a heavy blow and had to sleep for decades.
"This is a good thing. There will be one less huge danger that mankind will have to face at the end of the world, and there will be no more 'brokers' circling around before the end of the world.
"But Emperor Russell died because of this, and it will be a hundred years before he can be resurrected, and..."
Ms. "Magician" did not continue.
The expressions of the Major Arcana card holders such as Ms. "Hermit", Ms. "Justice", and Ms. "Judgment" who had released their hearing seal became quite complicated.
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New Silver City, in a room with a floor height of five to six meters.
Lumian has brought Franka, Jenna, Anthony, Ludwig, Lugano and others who were subsequently recovered to this place where they can ensure their own safety.
Looking at Lumian with disheveled black hair and exquisite facial features, Franka wanted to make a joke, but she felt that his mood was not quite right.
She had always known that Lumian had considered jumping to the "Witch" path. In order to be promoted faster, as long as he kept himself good, he could jump back to the "Hunter" path and become a man again. Therefore, Fran
Ka originally thought that Lumian made the decision to turn into a "witch" this time in order to deal with a dangerous situation, but after careful observation for a while, he thought that was not the case.
If it were his choice, Lumian would not be hiding any depression or pain beneath his calmness!
Thinking of this, Franka glanced at the blue sky again outside and said deliberately:
"The whirlpool incident seems to be over, very good, very good, the end has not come, the world has not been destroyed, we are all still alive!"
As long as you are alive, there is still hope!
Jenna also thought about it before asking Lumian:
"Would you like a change of clothes?"
Lumian glanced at the two "witches" and Anthony, then at Ludwig, who started eating like crazy and didn't care that his godfather turned into a woman, and Lugano, who peeked at him from time to time, and said in a low voice:
"We'll talk about the specific situation later. I'm going to a place now."
"Myself?" Jenna asked.
Lumian nodded slightly.
Franka did not try to persuade her, but took out a black cloak she bought when she was pretending to be a "witch" from the "traveler's bag" and threw it to Lumian.
Lumian put on his cloak and activated the black mark on his right shoulder.
He was "teleported" to a deep valley, in which stood an ancient church with a water-black surface and carved human skulls.
This is the first church built by the "Aurora Society" for the "True Creator".
Lumian entered the dark church and walked step by step to the huge dark cross inside. There was no human presence along the way, and no unknown thing stopped him.
After stopping, Lumian, who was wearing a black cloak, looked at the male statue hanging upside down on the cross. His eyes moved down from the rusty iron nails that penetrated the statue's body and the bright red blood surrounding them.
, fell on the face whose facial features were all blurred, except for the eyes, which were very clear and tightly closed, as if bearing all the pain and guilt.
After staring for a few seconds, Lumian said in a low voice with some magnetism:
"One day, I will really come to you and tell you my answer."
After saying that, Lumian, who was wearing a black cloak, turned around and walked outside the church.
At the same time, blazing white fireballs shot out from around him and flew to different places in the church, flying towards the male statue hanging upside down on the black cross.
Boom!
Stone pillars in the church collapsed, windows were broken, and every corner was set on fire.
Boom!
The huge black cross was blown to pieces, and the hanging statue collapsed and fell to the ground, turning into many pieces.
The statue's head separated from its neck and rolled around several times, becoming covered in dust.
Its face was facing the back of Lumian, who was walking in the collapsed church and blazing flames, with his black hair and cloak flying. His eyes were tightly closed, as if he was bearing all the pain and guilt.
God loves the world.
(End of this volume)
PS: Thank you Chachazhang for tipping the Silver Alliance twice~