Chapter 887 The Future He Declared (Thanks for Rewarding the Silver Alliance Twice)
When the "blasphemous slab" in front of Amon was raised, the white mist that eroded Roselle and the Lamp God suddenly reacted, wanting to break away and retract into the endless starry sky, but was forcibly "pressed" by Rosell and could only retreat little by little.
Similarly, the pale golden lamp god struggled desperately, trying to get back into the "Wishing Lamp" from the mouth of the pot, but Roselle didn't give him this opportunity at all, and used the white mist and cyan light to bind him firmly in front of him.
Roselle turned his head sideways and looked at the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor" below, "distorting" the distinction between inside and outside, and showed a painful and satisfied smile to his eldest daughter Bernadette.
He cried out with a loud voice:
"Enjoy this world for me for a while!"
"Dad!" "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette shouted, her cheeks already shining.
Roselle didn't say any more, retracted his gaze, and straightened his stance.
He continued to fight against the retraction of the white mist, clasped the lamp god tightly, then raised his chin, and said to Amon in a majestic and firm voice:
"Come on."
The monocle in Amon's right eye instantly lit up with a strange light, and he pressed down with both hands, causing the floating "blasphemous slate" in front of him to smash hard at the pale golden lamp god and Roselle who was "hugging" the lamp god.
The chaotic sea that embraced all colors and all possibilities turned into a torrent and surged over.
Pulled by this, the white mist representing the whirlpool ritual, along with Perle, the "Shadow of the Goddess" and the miniature red moon inside, also rushed towards the Lantern God and Roselle.
At this moment, in the swirling white mist, a point of light that had not expanded before rapidly enlarged, presenting a dark scene, which both seemed to correspond to the Fourth Age Trier and seemed to represent an unknown land.
In this scene, a white, delicate, slender and beautiful palm suddenly poked out, it grabbed the twisted arm of the "Shadow of the Beauty God" and dragged the "0" level seal into the light point where it was, and the two disappeared into the deep and dark darkness at the same time.
Affected by the completion of this transaction, the miniature red moon formed by the contamination of the "Great Mother" instantly came to the point of light with a blurred figure hanging, and was about to penetrate in.
Amon is taking advantage of the loophole with all his might, and to control the "blasphemous slate" and maintain its stability, he can only barely distract a little and interfere.
He failed to prevent the "Shadow of the Beautiful God" from disappearing, only allowing the miniature red moon to disintegrate and dissipate nearly half.
The remaining miniature red moon drilled into the corresponding light point and entered the blurred figure hanging in mid-air.
The figure wrapped in bandages, thorns and roses suddenly bulged high, and obvious cracks appeared, pouring black asphalt-like liquid one by one, and the arms with crimson eyeballs, skull heads, and teethed tongues protruded from these gaps, tearing the abdomen of the blurred figure.
In the next second, the white mist representing the whirlpool ritual covered the pale golden lamp god, and all the light points inside went out at the same time.
The lamp god cursed frantically and silently, but he could only watch as the torrent of chaos, which encompassed all colors, rushed in front of him with the mottled vicissitudes of gray and rushing stone slabs.
He was overwhelmed at once.
His body, made of pale golden viscous light, quickly disintegrated, reverting to golden broken dots.
These fine pure golden spots of light were quickly washed away by the chaos torrent, leaving no trace left.
With just the blink of an eye, only an extremely dim, blue and white light was left.
This was not completely broken down by the chaotic torrent, and it retracted from the mouth of the pot in embarrassment to the inside of the golden "Wishing Lamp".
At this point, Roselle no longer needed to restrain the Lamp God, nor did she have to struggle to maintain a close connection between herself and the "Uncertain Mist".
He looked at the torrent of chaos that surged in front of him, raised his chin again, and opened his arms, like an emperor embracing his own world.
In an instant, the torrent of chaos that encompassed all colors and all possibilities drowned out Roselle's figure.
The body of this resurrected "Black Emperor" quickly disintegrated and quickly blurred.
"Dad...... Bernadette in the mausoleum below shouted again, but this time the voice was very low, like a dream.
Almost at the same time, outside the barrier, the white mist covering a certain planet seemed to have been smashed directly by the second "blasphemous slate" along with the chaotic torrent, and suddenly shrank back to the star core, reappearing the weathered earth and dry seabed.
Immediately afterwards, an indefinite, thick white mist filled out again, and indescribable sounds echoed everywhere in the starry sky.
This also covered the extremely bright star realm with a faint mist, making the whole world dim.
In the next second, the white mist, which cannot be described in words in size and state, broke away from the planet it was previously on.
The planet shattered silently, and all kinds of stones and gases were sprayed out in waves.
Then, a sense of chaos that encompasses all colors emerges on the surface of the rich, uncertain, and unbelievable white mist.
He shrank suddenly and quickly disappeared into the depths of the endless starry sky in the dead silence.
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On the streets of Trier, the citizens saw the fog gradually dissipate, and the sun returned to normal, neither bright enough to blind human eyes nor dim enough to be dusk.
The previous series of changes has not been forgotten by them, and the voice of "the return of the emperor" still remains in their hearts.
"What is going on in this world?" Many citizens have similar doubts.
With such doubts and fears, they set their sights on newsstands and to nearby churches.
On this day, occult magazines such as "Psychic", "Upanishads", and "Lotus" were sold out in Trier, and whether it was the church of the "Eternal Sun", the church of the "God of Steam and Machinery", or the church of the "Fool", it was crowded.
Similarly, in cities large and small on the north and south continents, such as Beckland and Port Pelos, corresponding magazines are also in short supply, and every church is crowded with believers.
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Over the primordial island, Amon fell to a height flush with the top of the "Black Emperor" mausoleum.
He looked at Bernadette, the "mysterious queen" who had just walked out of the mausoleum, and said in a deliberately indifferent tone:
"In sixty years, the 'fog of uncertainty' cannot come again, and there is one less danger to face at the end of the world.
"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, Roselle will be able to rise from nothingness in a hundred years.
Speaking of this, Amon laughed and changed his tone:
"This is the future He claims, and it is also His promise to you."
Without waiting for Bernadette's response, Amon grabbed it in mid-air and threw a crown inlaid with many dark gems that had just emerged to this "mysterious queen" along with the "Wishing Lamp":
"As a promise of promise, the only sex of the 'Black Emperor' is handed over to you.
"As long as you don't die, there will be no new 'Black Emperor'."
Bernadette caught the faint crown and the "wishing lamp", and said in a low voice:
"May the future He claim to be staged."
Amon pinched the monocle in his right eye and laughed softly:
"This is not something I can answer on His behalf, anyway, my reward has been received, and the ceremony has just been completed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amon, who no longer had the true divine personality, slowly took back the "blasphemous slate" and three other rays of light, and disappeared into mid-air.
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In front of the ruined bloody altar.
After the darkness of the world and the fog from above receded, the "magician" lady set her sights on the sky to the west.
As an angel who is very closely connected to the spirit world, she has learned from the spirit world what happened just now and what happened to her Minor Arcana card.
"What's wrong?" "Justice" asked Miss Justice.
Ms. "Magician" had a very complicated expression, and her tone was slightly sighing:
"The evil god who preached in the name of truth has been severely wounded and must sleep for decades.
"This is a good thing, there is directly one less huge danger that humans need to face at the end of the world, and there will be no 'brokers' everywhere before the end of the world.
"But Emperor Roselle the Great fell because of this, and it was possible to return from resurrection after a hundred years, and ......"
Ms. "Magician" did not continue.
The expressions of Major Arcana card holders such as the Hermit Lady, Miss Justice, and Lady Judgment who have their hearing seals become quite complicated.
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New Silver City, in a room with a floor height of five or six meters.
Lumian had already brought Franka, Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig, Lugano and others who were later found to this place where they could ensure their safety.
Looking at Lumian, who had loose black hair and delicate facial features, Franka wanted to make a few jokes, but felt that the other party's mood was not right.
In order to be promoted faster, anyway, as long as he maintains himself, he can jump back to the "hunter" path and become a man again, so Franka originally felt that Lumian made the decision to turn into a "witch" this time to cope with a dangerous situation, but after observing carefully for a while, she thought it was not the case.
If it was really his own choice, Lumian would not hide his depression and pain under his calmness!
Thinking of this, Franka glanced at the blue sky outside, and said deliberately:
"The whirlpool incident seems to be over, very good, the end has not come, this world has not been destroyed, we are all alive!"
As long as you are alive, there is hope!
Jian Na also thought about it for a while before asking Lumian:
"Do you want to change your clothes?"
Lumian glanced at the two "witches" and Anthony, then at Ludwig, who started eating frantically 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:
"The specific situation will be discussed later, I will go to a place now."
"Myself?" Jane Na asked.
Lumian nodded slightly.
Franka didn't persuade him, but took out a black cloak he bought when he was a "witch" from the "traveler's bag" and threw it to Lumian.
Lumian donned a cloak, inspiring a black mark on his right shoulder.
He "teleported" to a deep valley where stood an ancient church with a water-black surface carved with 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 black cross inside, without any human presence or unknown thing stopping him along the way.
After stopping, Lumian in a black cloak looked at the male statue hanging upside down on the cross, and his gaze moved all the way down from the rust-colored iron nails that penetrated the statue's body and the bright red blood rendered around them, and fell to the face whose features were blurred, only the eyes were very clear and tightly closed, as if bearing all the pain and guilt.
After staring for a few seconds, Lumian's voice was low with a slight 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 burst out from around him and flew to different parts of the church, towards the male idols hanging upside down on the black cross.
Boom!
The stone pillars in the church collapsed, the windows were shattered, and the corners were set on fire.
Boom!
The huge pitch-black cross was blown to pieces, and the hanging statue collapsed and fell to the ground, turning into many pieces.
The head of the statue was separated from the neck, and the bones rolled around several times, covered with dust.
Its face was facing the back of Lumian, whose black hair and cloak were flying in the collapsing church and blazing flames, and its eyes were tightly closed, as if it was enduring all the pain and guilt.
God loves the world.
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ps: Thank you for rewarding the Silver League twice~
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