Chapter 878 Response (Thank you to the repeater rice worm for supporting Jian Na Silver Alliance)
The Major Arcana cards such as the "Magician" lady were once again affected by the distortion of order, and suddenly broke away from the state of starlight wandering and floated in mid-air.
What caught their eyes was an unusually bloody altar and countless mutilated corpses.
There was also an oil painting depicting a strange starry sky on the altar.
The expression of the "hermit" lady, whose hearing was sealed, was distorted again, and she whispered with difficulty:
"It's here, it's that painting......"
She felt that the terrifying voice affecting her suddenly became louder, and the source was the oil painting!
"It really works......" The "Magician" lady set her sights on Will, a little boy holding an iron cigarette case. Onsetine didn't know if the object of praise was the item with the aura of Mr. "Fool" or the luck that had always made her envious.
The little boy Will spread his hands and said:
"I didn't expect it to work so well."
As he spoke, the "Hermit" lady had forcibly condensed an ancient spear stained with mottled blood, allowing it to fly towards the oil painting with a devastating aura.
But this "Longinus Spear" from "Fairy Tale Magic" quickly blurred and disintegrated into a point of light before it approached the altar.
The "magician" lady's eyes lit up with bright stars.
Around the altar, a little bit of brilliance outlines the dreamy door on the opposite side, and the oil painting should be transferred to the outside of the barrier along with the altar itself, to the dark and deep infinite starry sky.
However, the door depicted by the starlight did not move at all and could not be opened.
"People who are not participants in the whirlpool ceremony cannot affect that oil painting." Miss "Justice" set her sights on the iron cigarette case in Will's hand, eager to try to bring it over and use it as a medium to show her physical strength to see if she could damage the oil painting.
Ms. "Judgment" preceded her, took the iron cigarette case from the "Mysterious Queen" from the little boy Will, held it in her hand, and made it a part of her fist.
Immediately afterwards, the Major Arcana holder whispered in Old Hermitage:
"Execution!"
With this law, "Judgment" swung his right fist holding the iron cigarette box slammed down.
Bang!
The altar was slightly dented, but there were no obvious signs of damage in the painting.
"It has a little effect, but not too much." Ms. "Magician" gave an accurate assessment.
After all, they are not participants in the whirlpool ceremony, and can only use the medium of iron cigarette boxes to transmit influence, and the medium itself does not have destructive power.
Looking at the oil paintings that still influence her and influence many high-ranking people, the "hermit" lady inevitably felt anxious.
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In the depths of the primitive island, in front of the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor", in the thick white mist.
As the four rays of light melted into Roselle's body in mid-air, Perle's face was suddenly pulled apart, showing a very funny and terrifying appearance, and the blood-red figure and the miniature red moon that were slowly moving towards the corresponding light point in the fog took a step back strangely, as if they had gone in the wrong direction.
In the point of light from which the "Shadow of the Beautiful God" came out, the white mist that had fulfilled its mission had dissolved under the purification of the sacred pillar of light, but now it was filled again, and the members of the "Purifiers" such as Saint-Vieve in mid-air and Angoulême outside the villa all had a sense of fear that the current order was about to collapse.
The realm of light without shadows was instantly distorted, and some darkness seeped in, forming a backlit side.
Mr. "Moon", who had discovered the existence of the "Shadow of the God", was about to turn into crimson moonlight and shine into the white mist, but found himself rushing into the sky.
Mr. "Hanging Man" who was riding the strong wind suddenly sank, almost lost his ability to fly, and fell to the ground.
At a time when varying degrees of distortion occurred everywhere in the world, at the heart of the whirlpool ritual, Pele raised his head with difficulty and looked into the air.
On the edge of the abstract and illusory strange world, Rosell's figure wearing black armor and a gorgeous cloak became larger and clearer, and a crown inlaid with many dark gems on his head quickly took shape.
The white mist surrounding the emperor had mostly eroded into his body, distorting his face a little, causing a slow expansion of his already deep blue and near-black eyes.
The "Black Emperor" is resurrected in the astral realm.
Roselle lowered his head slightly, looked down, and cast his gaze on the white mist in front of his mausoleum, at the torrent that connected him to the mist, and at Perle's face in the depths of the fog, majestic and deep.
In the next second, the "Black Emperor" raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and twisted his wrist slightly.
"Distorted"!
Based on his own authority, the special connection between the "Black Emperor" path and the "Uncertain Mist", and the "Unstable Mist" pollution that deeply erodes his body and soul, He forcibly completed a "distortion" by relying on the invisible barrier that blocked the invasion of the alien gods.
Pele in the depths of the white fog first fainted briefly, and then was surprised and dazed to find that the one who was closely connected to him through the whirlpool ritual was no longer the great "Indefinite Mist", but became the "Black Emperor" in mid-air.
The object of her faith, the foundation of her rituals, were all "twisted" to Emperor Roselle!
After Pele was confused, he quickly developed strong emotions of fear and despair.
Not only was she like this, but all the believers of the "Uncertain Mist" located in different places in the north and south continents all found a faint white mist appearing in front of their eyes, and found a magnificent and majestic blurred figure standing in the white mist.
The figure, wearing a crown and black armor, was quietly looking down at them.
The first thing the "Black Emperor" did when he returned from the resurrection was to temporarily "take over" all the beliefs pointing to the "Uncertain Mist"!
Of course, this also exposed him more directly to the eyes of the evil god outside the barrier.
Another wisp of white mist was separated from the surface of a certain planet and arrived at the place where the fierce divine war was taking place, and with the help of the special environment and its own symbol, it once again penetrated the barrier through indefinite changes and fell on Emperor Roselle the Great on the edge of the astral realm, just like the fishing line finally controlled the target.
Roselle's expression became more and more distorted.
He still looked down at Perle and other "Unstable Mist" believers all over the world, and said in a majestic voice:
"The 'broker' can unite the foreign gods and put them into action, which is extremely harmful and unpunishable!"
As he spoke, the "Black Emperor" stretched out his right hand open, as if he was about to grab something.
When He finished announcing the charges, his right hand suddenly clenched.
Snapping, the "Unstable Mist" believers in the North and South Continents exploded directly and exploded into clouds of blood mist.
This is not the ability of the "judgment" realm, but the control of the giver over the recipient in the gift system, and the control of the "evil god" over his own believers!
The "Black Emperor" Rosell, who temporarily distorted the belief direction of the "Uncertain Mist", used this to clean up the followers of this evil god, so that they could feel the wrath of the gods and kill them all.
Individual "brokers" may not be dangerous, but they can weave all the dangers together, so they are the greatest danger!
"No!"
Although Perle tried his best to resist in the white mist, it still exploded uncontrollably.
The face split into different parts such as the nose, eyes, mouth, ears, etc., and scattered to all corners of the white mist, leaving the latter with a distinct blood color.
But the vortex ritual hadn't stopped yet, and the "Shadow of the God" and the miniature red moon were still close to the target light point, and their speed was even a little faster than before.
Silently, the exploding "Indeterminate Mist" believers crossed the void in the form of blood mist and arrived here, blending into the swirling mist that Perle had turned into, which made the "Shadow of the Gods" and the miniature red moon move faster and faster, allowing the unfinished deal to continue to shine, just as there were other forces maintaining this ritual.
One of the characteristics of the "whirlpool" is that after the transaction begins, all participants will provide a certain amount of power for the maintenance of the ritual until their part of the transaction is completed.
Therefore, once the "whirlpool" is formed, the difficulty of being destroyed will skyrocket!
Roselle glanced at the white mist connecting him to the barrier, and the painful expression on his face became more and more obvious.
He cried out in a low voice:
"Adam! Where are you?
"'Uncertain Mist' has already made a heavy bet, if you don't turn over your trump cards, everyone will be finished!"
Seeing that there was no change around him, Roselle paused for a moment and continued to roar:
"Adam! Do you really want to wait until the opportunity to devour the 'Eternal Sun' appears?"
As soon as Roselle finished roaring, an indifferent but gentle voice suddenly sounded in his heart:
"I'm here."
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In the world of special mirrors.
Vazan. Sanson watched with anticipation and reverence as one silver, white and black light flew out of Lumian's gray-white sheep, waiting for Lord Thermipolos to completely get out of trouble.
Those lights were intertwined somewhere in front of them, and quickly intertwined a figure.
The figure was slightly arched, wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, a thin face, slightly curly black hair, a wide forehead, and pure black eyes.
Lumian, who was about to stimulate the remnants of the "Blood Emperor" to try to get rid of the sheep state, just glanced at it and was stunned.
This......
Vazan. Sanson and Harrison's bodies trembled and then "stunned".
The figure slowly straightened his back, and he didn't even look at Vazan. Sansong and Harrison glanced at each other, turned their bodies, and looked at Lumian.
Without any warning, the sheep's fur on Lumian's body fell off on its own, returning to a size that could only cover its head.
Lumian was still shocked and dazed.
The figure took out a crystal-like monocle and leisurely put it on his right eye socket, while showing a slight smile at Lumian:
"You can call me Amon, or you can call me ......"
The voice of this figure gradually became magnificent and layered, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious:
"Thermiporos."
ps: Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be two watches, and there will be no rest
ps2: Thank you to the rice worm who repeated the grade for supporting Janna Silver Alliance~ Another tomorrow's chapter thank you
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