After receiving the two items, Bernadette has fully recalled what she and the former "fantasy angel" and current "real creator" Adam are working with.
Now, it was the last step of this transaction, the gray slate she was holding was the corpse of the "Ancient Sun God" who was the predecessor of the "True Creator", recording the name of each sequence of the twenty-two divine paths, the magic potion formula, and the second "blasphemous slate" of related rituals!
Bernadette originally didn't want to push the deal to this point, hoping to solve the pollution problem on her father Roselle before that and end the whirlpool ceremony, but in the end she still had to face the current situation.
Many of her efforts have failed, and many of her backhands may not have time to play a role in the future, or they have lost their effectiveness because she was confined to the mausoleum by her father and unable to leave, and she can only hope that the end of her claim will come.
Bernadette raised her hands and pushed the "Wishing Lamp" and the second "Blasphemous Slate" into the air.
The moment he saw these two items, Roselle the Great fully understood the entire arrangement and ultimate purpose of the "true Creator" Adam.
He stretched out his hand and distorted the distance between the "Wishing Lamp" and himself, causing it to fall directly into his palm.
The "blasphemous slate" first disappeared, and then appeared in the hands of Amon, who was wearing a black pointed floppy hat.
Holding the "Wishing Lamp", Roselle smiled at Amon calmly:
"I am now the real 'Black Emperor', and I am deeply polluted by the 'Uncertain Mist', and it is indeed possible to do something with this 'Wishing Lamp' and the lamp god in it as a medium."
"It's not possible, it's inevitable." Amon pushed down the monocle he was wearing in his right eye and corrected it with a smile.
Roselle didn't say anything more, holding the "Wishing Lamp", half-closed his eyes, and extended his consciousness to the golden item.
This was accompanied by a part of the white mist that had begun to erode His consciousness.
Vaguely, Roselle seemed to see another barrier erected between heaven and earth.
The barrier was wrapped in a thin gray-white mist, and no specific appearance could be seen.
Soon, Rosell sensed a gap in the gray and white mist, on the invisible barrier, but he couldn't lock it.
At this moment, Amon pressed his right hand to the crystal monocle sandwiched in his eye socket.
The monocle suddenly lit up as if it were illuminating the whole world.
The consciousness that Roselle initially combined with the pollution of the "Uncertain Mist" instantly floated into the corresponding gap.
A cloud immediately appeared in His "eyes".
The swirling smoke seemed to hide thirty-three layers of sky, and many buildings loomed in each sky.
Rosell's consciousness quickly climbed to the highest level of the sky, and came to a majestic palace.
He "saw" an incomparably huge emperor's figure, and "saw" the other party's face covered with jade strings, and there seemed to be nothing under the jade strings, it was empty.
Roselle inexplicably felt that this huge emperor figure was very similar to himself, born of the same origin, and embraced himself, and quickly established a close connection between the two.
This connection quickly eroded Russell's consciousness, but was blocked by the pollution of the "Uncertain Mist", which blended and confronted each other.
Roselle instantly woke up a little.
He had a flash of inspiration, and with the help of that close connection, he lowered his posture and said in his true mother tongue:
"Brother Emperor, please help me!"
The emperor with a jade skewer and a high crown stood up suddenly.
Behind him appeared several similar emperor figures, all of which had different appearances, but their faces were also covered with jade strings, their faces were missing, and they were empty.
At the same time, the thirty-three layers of the sky in the depths of the mist all lit up, and gorgeous buildings were presented, and sacred figures were highlighted.
Roselle's vision was immediately filled with cyan light.
His consciousness suddenly returned to the "Black Emperor" divine body, and he saw cyan light bursting out from his body, dissipating and dissolving the white mist that had deeply eroded him, but as time passed, the cyan light and white mist began to show signs of merging into one in some places.
On the one hand, the "True Creator" and Amon are also exerting influence, and on the other hand, the "Indefinite Mist" follows its own chaotic madness, following instinctive desires and desires, and wants to truly blend with the cyan light.
Russell felt more and more like the other side of the Fog, and the bond between the two sides with the help of the white fog quickly became unusually strong.
At this point, even if the "Indefinite Mist" wants to recover the white mist, it cannot be done instantly, it will take a certain amount of time, unless Roselle agrees.
The white mist from the "Vortex Ritual" involuntarily flew up and flew towards Roselle's body, which terrified Perle, who could only survive with the help of this fog at the moment, and the "Shadow of the Goddess" and the miniature red moon in the fog both stopped moving forward and stood there stiffly.
Roselle once again set his sights on Amon holding the "blasphemous slate" and said with emotion:
"As expected of a 'utopian'......"
I dare to think about this, and I dare to arrange this!
Amon's previous answer made Russell sure that his original and most daring guess was correct:
The true purpose of the "True Creator" using the Vortex Ritual is to deal with the "Unstable Mist", a great being who peeks into the current world!
Normally, even if the "True Creator" and the six righteous gods in the astral realm gave up their grudges and fully cooperated, they would not be able to do this kind of thing, at most they would force the "Indeterminate Mist" to retreat, but now, the one who used the whirlpool ritual and the "Indefinite Mist" to the "Black Emperor" True God's desire for the "Indefinite Mist" allowed the "Indefinite Mist" to establish a strong and close connection with himself, making himself more and more similar to the "Indeterminate Mist", so there was a certain opportunity.
Of course, the so-called opportunity is certainly not to use this connection to transmit power to the past, directly attacking the "Unstable Mist", which will not have much effect, but there are some underlying laws in the occult world that can be used, and there are many ways to defeat powerful beings by harming the weak, which is the basis of many curses.
In a flash of thought, Russell rubbed the golden surface of the "Wishing Lamp" covered with mysterious and complex symbols with his fingers, and roared:
"Lamp God!"
The wick at the mouth of the pot ignited, and the light emitted was like a sticky stream of water, spraying upwards, forming a blurred and distorted pale gold figure.
As soon as the pale gold figure appeared, it turned its head and was about to get back into the "Wishing Lamp", but the white mist and cyan light that was eroding the body of Russell's "Black Emperor" was like a bear smelling honey and a vampire being placed next to a puddle of fresh and healthy blood.
The lamp god was writhing and struggling desperately, trying to get out of this predicament and retract into the "Wishing Lamp", but he couldn't do it, and his pale golden figure gradually showed signs of blending with the white mist and cyan light.
The lamp god's mouth kept opening and closing, as if he was frantically cursing Amon to curse Rosell, but he couldn't even make a sound because he was bound by the white mist and cyan light.
Rosell raised the "Wishing Lamp" and the lamp god to his chest, distorting the relationship between the subject and external objects, and making himself a temporary accessory of the lamp god.
In an instant, the lamp god, who was originally one with the "Unstable Mist" and was completely of the same origin, seemed to have become the other side of the "Uncertain Mist" again, but he was sealed and unable to exert his power, making him look quite weak!
Roselle looked at Amon again.
Now, in front of you, the vulnerable authority of the true god of the "wrong" path, under the strong and close connection, from the occult point of view, the weak lamp god can be completely equal to the powerful "uncertain mist", and hitting the lamp god hard is equivalent to hitting the "uncertain fog" hard, and letting the lamp god sleep is equivalent to letting the "uncertain fog" sleep!
It's up to you next!
Amon laughed and raised the "blasphemous slate" in his hand.
"The Land of God's Abandonment", at the top of the towering mountains, in front of a huge cross with many bloodstains.
Adam, the "true Creator" who has escaped the influence of the words of foreign gods, is waiting here.
He wore a simple white robe, a thick golden beard, eyes as clear as a child, and a thick shadow of five heads under his feet, which was different from Him, like Him, but not like His.
Adam opened his mouth and said holy and solemnly:
"I am one, ten thousand, the beginning and the end."
As soon as he finished speaking, Adam's clear eyes instantly became illusory, and a strange sea that seemed to contain all colors and possibilities appeared around his body.
Immediately afterwards, Adam held the silver cross pendant hanging from his chest.
A fiery but illusory sun jumped out of His head, and to His left side, lightning, winds, waves, etc. were intertwined into a phantom that looked down on all things, and to His right, a white tower with many brass eyes rose from the ground.
These illusory, imaginary authority and symbols, along with Adam's own shadow, merged into Adam's body one after another, driven by the chaotic sea.
Suddenly, the strange sea that encompassed all colors and possibilities rose, flooding the entire mountain range, and Adam expanded into a huge light and shadow that seemed to support heaven and earth.
This "true creator" briefly returned to his peak state, and the human savior who fought the ancient gods reappeared in the world!
He walked slowly on the chaotic and dark "water", pointing his finger to the sea, which was both real and illusory.
With this finger, the second "blasphemous slate" in Amon's hand quickly gushed out from the surface of the Chaos Sea, which contained all possible colors.
Amon didn't hold it directly anymore, letting this mottled stone slab float in front of his body.
He immediately looked at the pale golden lamp god who was writhing wildly while seemingly cursing himself, showing a smile that made the other party even more furious.
Then He lifted the "blasphemous slate."
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(End of this chapter)