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Within the area isolated by the Hidden Sage, the scorching white light that engulfed everything rapidly receded.
Leyton, feeling himself nearing his limit, used his last Mystical Reenactment, the "Easter" magic that could revive the dead.
A massive, illusory cross immediately emerged, with crimson liquid dripping from it, and countless sounds of weeping and prayer seemed to echo in the surrounding void, as a sacred aura instantly permeated the air.
On the other side, pea vines suddenly sprouted from beneath Bernadette's feet, transforming into thick, verdant tendrils that carried Bernadette high into the sky.
The lush, sturdy pea vines covered the surrounding area like a downpour, intertwining and weaving together, quickly forming a forest that layered upwards, with no end in sight.
Within the space created by Mystical Reenactment, she held the Sage Frontlet in one hand and the pale death in the other.
She quietly closed her eyes, seemingly sensing something.
A moment later, she used the pale death to shatter the Sage Frontlet, and faint blue specks of light appeared, beginning to coalesce.
She summoned an invisible servant, who took the pre-prepared potion ingredients and then received the pale death, before slowly disappearing from reality with the mask.
Under her control, various materials floated in mid-air, neatly entering a glass bottle, and finally, the Sage's characteristic that had just coalesced.
A bottle of Sage Potion, with countless patterns and mystical symbols floating within it, was prepared. Bernadette merely gazed at it before taking the glass bottle and drinking the potion in one gulp.
The potion melted upon entry, and her consciousness experienced a momentary trance, then began to ascend infinitely, as if she had arrived in the Cosmos.
Every twinkling star was constructed from vast information, and she felt herself transforming into streams of information. The complex and vast information around her gradually caused her to lose herself.
In reality, black cracks appeared one after another on Bernadette's body, and from these fissures grew cold eyes without eyelashes, ultimately disintegrating into countless torrents of information.
In the process of gradually losing herself, a distinct and exceptionally solid connection was established between her own information and the Spirit World's information, allowing her to gradually regain herself.
Relying on the connection established between herself and the Spirit World's information, Bernadette initially stabilized her consciousness, gradually gathering the scattered and diluted information torrent of her True self.
Inside the underground structure where the True Creator had descended.
There were no buildings left here, neither above ground nor below, only a massive deep pit remained.
With the Death of the True Creator's avatar, the crimson, wriggling mass of flesh that had been parasitic on Leyton detached from his body.
As the flesh writhed, it quickly merged with the surrounding shadows, swelling into a tall, dark humanoid figure. It gathered all the remaining characteristics and will from the surroundings and accepted the "Easter" Mystical Reenactment used by Leyton.
This caused the dark humanoid figure, which had just solidified, to suddenly become much more ethereal. Its voice, tinged with a hint of fatigue, said:
"I need to sleep for a while to integrate the True will."
"I will continue to reside in you for the next few days."
No sooner had he spoken than his entire body transformed into a flowing, dark liquid, gradually converging into the shadow beneath Leyton's feet.
Leyton's eyes flickered; this seemed to be a form of parasitism in the mystical sense.
Withdrawing his gaze, Leyton looked at the spot where Sasrir had stood earlier. The characteristics he had recovered just now came not only from the True Creator's avatar but also from his bone staff, which hadn't been used for long.
Phew~ Forget it, the bone staff was originally given by the True Creator anyway. It's gone, it's gone, at least the Prophet characteristic was returned to me.
Sighing to himself, Leyton stepped forward, a barrier of brilliant starlight forming beneath his feet.
As his figure entered the Spirit World, the surrounding brilliant starlight disintegrated and shattered with a whooshing sound, finally dissipating into specks of starlight.
Not long after Leyton left, the space here was abruptly and violently torn open.
An old man with a slightly arrogant expression emerged from it.
His black hair was streaked with silver, and his face was clean-shaven. He floated quietly in mid-air, seemingly discerning something from the traces left at the scene.
Immediately, a middle-aged man in a cloak, with black hair and blue eyes, and a majestic demeanor, also tore through space in the same manner.
He was the founder whose name was inscribed on Loen's Golden Roll, William Augustus I!
He glanced at the old man who had arrived before him and asked with a majestic voice:
"What have you found?"
"Your Majesty, the residual aura here is too chaotic and has been tampered with. I cannot discern much information."
"I only know that the True Creator indeed descended as an avatar, but was quickly slain. The entire process took less than 30 seconds."
The old man with the arrogant expression, in front of the person he called His Majesty, reined in his haughty demeanor and replied with a slightly contemplative tone.
"I entrust this matter to you for investigation."
The middle-aged man with the majestic demeanor nodded slightly and spoke, then violently tore open the space in front of him again and departed.
The old man with the slightly arrogant expression also left soon after observing for a while.
In the East Borough, Dock District, and Factory District, these areas were the primary points of the smog's outbreak.
Those who were elderly and had Concealment ailments, like felled trees, fell one after another in the mist.
Those who had come into contact with them also contracted the plague and died rapidly within a short period, and even healthy adults and children experienced slight discomfort.
At this time, these pale yellow and iron-black mixed mists were like the descending "Death," mercilessly reaping one life after another.
Cherwood Borough, Holy Wind Cathedral.
A visible storm rapidly gathered and formed here, then churned up an unimaginable hurricane towards the east.
With a howling gust of wind, the accumulated mist was blown away, and the dense yellow and iron-black quickly faded.
Dry branches fell to the ground, and dust and soil rose into the air, carried away with the mist.
Hats automatically left the heads of pedestrians, and even their bodies could only barely stand by holding onto trees or walls.
The Sailors in the Dock District seemed to be witnessing a typhoon hitting a port City.
The fierce wind swept across the entire Backlund, and the smog in the East Borough and Factory District lessened considerably, finally alleviating the discomfort of the healthy populace.
Rumble! Rumble!
As if unleashing their wrath, lightning flashed and thunder boomed.
They quickly subsided, and rain began to cleanse the earth.
Destiny happened to be standing in the corner between two houses, avoiding the fierce hurricane. Looking at the much clearer sky, he murmured:
"Disasters always descend in ways people least expect..."
"Chaoswalker... Guardian of Chaos and Madness."
Sighing, he slowly walked towards the East Borough.
Although he had expedited the Church's response through some influence, this could not prevent the disaster from occurring.
East Borough.
The Lady Despair, dressed in a plain white robe, sat inside a carriage, leisurely listening to the sound of raindrops tapping on the glass window.
The Church of the Lord of Storms's response was quite fast this time. However, the smog earlier had already achieved its effect, and my potion is almost digested, though this was just a coincidental gain.
A pale yellow paper figure, carried by the strong wind, suddenly ignited in mid-air.
A mysterious symbol resembling layers of overlapping Doors was outlined in the air, and the surrounding void rippled like water, as a "Door" opened.
Leyton stepped out from it, his gaze immediately fixed on Miss Panatiya, the Demoness of Despair, sitting inside the carriage.
With the luck I requested from Destiny beforehand, I can easily encounter her through various coincidences.
The next moment, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air all around.
These flames emitted the immense and pervasive aura of the Sun, forming a sea due to their density, completely engulfing the carriage where Miss Panatiya was located.
A layer of frost instantly spread, extinguishing the surrounding golden flames, and the ambient temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees.
Several crystalline icicles, emitting bone-chilling cold, shot forth, instantly piercing through Leyton's body as if passing through an afterimage, leaving no trace.
"We meet again, Miss Panatiya."
Leyton's figure quietly appeared from the other side, calmly greeting the other party.
"How did you find me?"
Miss Panatiya brushed a few strands of her falling hair, her voice full of charm.
Her movements, demeanor, and tone were all so natural, as if the brief exchange just now had never happened, unreservedly radiating her charm.
A faint blue light quietly appeared in Leyton's eyes, his rationality taking dominance.
"The guidance of fate," Leyton said softly.
"Fate..."
The smile on Miss Panatiya's lips had just begun to curve upwards when, the next moment, she was enveloped by an even more intense light and fire.
Black and golden flames intertwined, both sacred and Fallen, possessing an unusual beauty. What am I thinking? The charm of a demigod-level Demoness is truly terrifying.
Leyton suddenly shook his head. Even in a rational state, he had been subtly affected.
The next moment, he raised his right hand, continuously accumulating light, condensing a long spear that was pure to the extreme, blazing white to the extreme, seemingly composed of pure sunlight.
He threw the spear, and it collided with a sharp, crystalline ice spear.
Leyton instinctively wanted to transform his body into specks of starlight to avoid the splash damage from the collision of ice and fire, and he was unsure if the flames he simulated could withstand the ice abilities of a demigod Demoness.
The expected ice crystals, sparks, and rising Steam did not appear.
The moment they touched, they silently vanished, disappearing to an unknown place.
The authority of Concealment! It came so quickly. Leyton's gaze sharpened, and he turned to look to his left.
There stood a beautiful woman with a blank expression, wearing a classical hooded robe.
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