Facing such fluid material, it is difficult for Isabel to exert her proper strength. Those ooze-like things can be scattered by her, but they will soon be covered again.
Looking at the female bishop who was constantly struggling, as if she was stuck in a swamp, Jacob did not give her time to react, and once again used the "all-encompassing" heaven-defying ability to turn the street into mud.
A hell as hot as volcanic lava.
A red trace instantly appeared in the bustling area of the city, and the red light reaching into the sky drew everyone's attention to this earth-shattering phenomenon.
Isabel howled miserably in the lava envelope, while the other people had disappeared.
When the support from the imperial government arrived nearby, the magma on the ground had solidified, and only the heat wave still filled the streets. There were signs of burns everywhere. Hundreds of people died in this disaster, which was no less terrifying.
The original Blackwater disaster changed.
…
The wind and rain outside the cave gradually stopped, and Jacob's thoughts were brought back to reality.
He was in a daze and almost forgot how he escaped from the scene.
The disaster was indeed caused by him, and hundreds of people's lives could be said to have died in his hands, but these were all accidental injuries caused by helplessness.
The siege of him by the God's Hand Council was extremely dangerous. If he still held back because of his past friendship, he would definitely die in the conference room that day.
Sighing, Jacob thought about the whereabouts of those people again.
After causing the land to collapse, the Grand Master of the Temple, Diana, and Furion all lost their traces. There was a certain chance that they died in the collapse, but he thought this was unlikely.
The Pope did not leave the parliament building, and together with the director of the Velen Police Service, his whereabouts were unknown.
Only Isabel was trapped in the magma by him. Even if she was not burned to death, she would be severely injured and may not be able to leave the hospital bed for the rest of her life.
The bonfire was almost burning out, and the sky was gradually starting to get brighter. Jacob could still hear the snoring of the young people inside.
"So...what should we do next?"
He compiled the information received before Ptolemy's death.
Before the three initiates passed away, he received a mysterious instruction that directly entered his consciousness.
That message not only reminded him of the death of the main god, but also told him how to continue the legacy of Hermes in the future.
"Red earth..."
Go to the Red Land and find a person there. He is the last hope for the restoration of Hermes!
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There is no hesitation in fighting in the material world, and all the fights for power and profit, in the eyes of the high-ranking people in the secret residence, are just as boring and immature as children playing house.
Compared to the so-called execution of the oracle and grabbing religious hegemony, the ancient master of the Round Table Palace paid more attention to other things.
In the strange and boundless world of dense fog, a dark castle randomly appeared in a blank location.
At the top of the hexagonal hall, the master of the castle, whose face was obscured by thick fog, was sitting quietly on his throne, waiting quietly.
The twelve seats below were empty, and half of the seats were faintly covered with blood.
The mysterious Crimson King held his chin with one hand and did not pay attention to the incompetent people who had lost their qualifications to attend. Instead, he focused on the seat closest to him.
Time is meaningless. I don’t know how much time passed, but the figure of the first member who came to attend the appointment appeared on the seat next to him.
It was the outline of a young girl. She could be seen wearing a luxurious palace dress and holding a small fan in her hand, covering her mouth pretending to be reserved.
As soon as she appeared, she raised her face towards the owner of the hall, let out a clear laugh, and then began to look at the seats opposite those with blood stains on the seats.
"You still haven't been able to gather the talents you need. According to my observation, the seats over there have been changed several times."
When the shadow girl spoke, her voice was unexpectedly mature. It was completely different from the subordinate's attitude toward the leader. It was as if she had known the master of Castle Black for a long time.
The Crimson King was calm and unruffled: "The ambitions of most mediocre people exceed their own abilities. I just need a screening process...and you, the noble Baroness Lugosi, are the one who stands out.
The best.”
As if she had received a great honor, the girl bowed and saluted the person at the head of the seat, and then she said again: "Then, is this Your Excellency that I have brought you the best one selected by you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying black vortex suddenly appeared on the seat closest to the one the Crimson King was looking at just now.
A mysterious shadow quickly appeared from the vortex and landed on the seat. The seat it sat on was replaced by a simple and old wooden throne.
You must know that this is the Round Table Palace of the Crimson King. The arrival of the other party can actually modify the physical objects in the Crimson King's domain. Its ability and high rank are self-evident.
I saw this being who was closest to the Crimson King. His whole body was shrouded in black smoke, and the outline of his head in the shadow was extremely weird. It did not look like a human being at all, but rather seemed to have endless branches wrapped around his head.
"Finally...old friend, you are finally willing to come back here and sit back in the seat that belongs to you." The Crimson King's face, which was obscured by the thick fog, raised his head slightly.
The mysterious black figure in front of him was no less weird than the Crimson King. He didn't say a word, but the girl next to him spoke on his behalf.
"Yes, after going through a lot, this person finally got back everything that belongs to Him..."
The Crimson King did not pursue why the girl was answering for the other party, and continued: "So, you no longer need to retrieve the statue of Luger?"
After hearing this, the mysterious black shadow made an unpleasant and harsh tone. The girl next to him continued to answer for him: "What he needs has been obtained from the three initiates."
"I see..." The Crimson King stood up and said, "Is this the reason why you killed Ptolemy? Can I think that you have recovered all the power you had in the past?"
The mysterious black shadow did not speak, and the girl did not answer for him.
The Crimson King reached under the foggy face and pinched his chin.
"So what about Ruger's legacy? Do you really want to give it up? Aren't you curious who owns the statue now?"
As soon as this question appeared, the mysterious black shadow trembled slightly, and finally said something understandable, and the girl did not translate the answer for him.
"I already have... other goals..."
The sound was still harsh, but the Crimson King didn't pay attention and suddenly laughed.
"You always draw conclusions too early and act too fast. The same is true for the original advent ceremony. You paid a huge price and accomplished a relatively complicated goal, but ignored other possibilities..."
"Like now, since you have chosen to return to my palace, why don't you consider my proposal and find out what is going on with that person? Mr. Cu Chulan... Oh no, maybe you are more accustomed to people now
