491 Unexpected “Helper”
The gray fog encircling Fourth Epoch Trier extended into the wilderness, as if intercepting and obstructing an unseen force.
Fighting the impulse to surrender while stepping back, Their eyes fixated on the figure of a young man clad in blood-stained black armor, adorned with long red hair and a conspicuous red mark between his brows.
Their nerves tensed as a name echoed in their minds:
Medici!
Red Angel Medici!
He was a king from ancient times. As early as the Fourth Epoch, or even during the catastrophic demise of the Third Epoch, he held the title of King of Angels.
Kings of Angels were Archangels beyond Sequence 1, yet They hadn’t attained the level of a Sequence 0 true god. Through the consumption of multiple Sequence 1 potions or the possession of the key to deity status, However, having something missing prevented Them from taking that crucial step.
The Red Angel was among the eight Kings of Angels who had once served the Ancient Sun God. Though He met his end at the hands of Alista Tudor during the Fourth Epoch, leading to the latter’s ascent as Blood Emperor, the King of Angels hadn’t completely perished. Transformed into an evil spirit in a hidden sanctuary, He survived and reemerged a few years ago, resuming His activities.
As Angels of the Hunter pathway, Snarner and Diest grew increasingly apprehensive about the situation. They suspected that Medici might have already acquired a Conqueror Beyonder characteristic, ascending once again to a Sequence 1 Archangel.
While devising a plan to obtain Vermonda Sauron’s Conqueror Beyonder characteristic, Snarner and Diest remained cautious of the possible involvement of the ancient king. When Albus Medici disclosed his name, Their vigilance heightened, and They kept a constant watch on him. Only when the operation was unexpectedly hastened, and the Red Angel showed no signs of breaching the seal, nor did Albus Medici display any abnormal behavior, did they finally ease up.
But just at that critical juncture, Red Angel Medici appeared!
With a terror-inducing aura that subjugated everything, He soared majestically from the depths of Fourth Epoch Trier. Seizing the opportunity, he dealt a severe blow to Vermonda Sauron with a single strike.
Medici’s disdainful gaze swept across Snarner and Diest as He casually tossed an item to the struggling Calamity Giant, Vermonda Sauron.
It was a blood-stained umbilical cord.
The moment the umbilical cord left Medici’s hand, it burst into flames, emitting a golden light resembling a miniature sun.
Above surface Trier, the sun, engulfed by hurricanes, lightning, and torrential rain, suddenly emitted a blinding light, tearing through the calamitous scene.
A chubby baby, seemingly crafted from pure sunlight, soared out of the tear, transforming into a golden sun hurtling towards Red Swan Castle in Quartier éraste.
The scorching sun tore through the sky, liquefying the spires, walls, and floor of the ancient castle. It plunged into the depths of the underground maze and into the bronze coffin.
Wherever it passed, darkness dissipated, and the withered hearts turned to ashes. Elros Einhorn, stationed outside the underground palace, instinctively shut her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably.
High in the sky, The Hanged Man didn’t pursue the self-destructing sun. Instead, he hovered above the storm, his gaze fixed on Red Swan Castle, which bore a massive wound. It remained unknown what he contemplated.
The people around him and the mutants shared a similar reaction.
The sun descended from the vortex, illuminating the entire wilderness and Fourth Epoch Trier as if it were daytime.
It caught up to the burning umbilical cord and enveloped the severely injured Archangel, Vermonda Sauron.
Sunlight erupted, and darkness vanished. The Calamity Giant, formed by a Conqueror’s loss of control, emitted a tragic cry and swiftly dissipated, undergoing profound purification.
The infant that had transformed into a sun ceased to exist. Only the remnants of its power burned fiercely, emitting light and warmth.
Snarner, Diest, and the other powerhouses turned sideways, steeling themselves to withstand the impact of the sunlight.
…
In the brilliantly lit Fourth Epoch Trier,
Voisin Sanson and Madame Pualis, entangled in intense combat, simultaneously closed their eyes, as if unaccustomed to the direct sunlight.
Upon reopening their eyes, they found themselves separated, no longer able to see each other. One stood in a square adorned with stone pillars, while the other perched on a collapsed black building.
“Wh…” The two bestowed, who had already tasted the power of godhood, were momentarily taken aback before realizing that Fourth Epoch Trier had undergone a transformation due to the impact of the golden sunlight, leading to a shift in direction and spatial disarray.
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Gardner Martin, donned in a full-body silver armor, could already discern the dense grayish-white fog ahead, resembling an impenetrable wall. A surge of joy coursed through him.
What he desired, what he sought, was within reach.
Suddenly, sunlight pierced through, illuminating the nocturnal environment.
Instinctively, Gardner Martin shut his eyes and decelerated.
Then, a cracking sound reverberated.
It emanated from his neck.
In surprise, Gardner Martin lowered his head, acclimating to the sunlight.
Accompanied by an intense and peculiar pain, he witnessed the widening gap between his head and chest. Blood spurted from the stump of his neck, staining the area crimson.
He also beheld his white, bloody spine.
How could this be… This thought flashed through Gardner Martin’s mind, a mix of shock and fear.
He had always believed himself to be the favored one, the special one. Hence, under the watchful eyes of the great will deep within Fourth Epoch Trier, even upon entering 13 Avenue du Marché, he assumed he would only suffer minor corruption. He could wield a certain power from Fourth Epoch Trier to a limited extent without transforming into a terrifying monster like Olson, whose head and body had been severed.
Yet now, his head had detached from his body, dragging along his spine. Just as he was on the verge of approaching the great will!
Lady Moon, adorned with brown wings and bird-like claws, crumpled amidst cascading silver lightning.
Initially, she descended into madness, morphing into a bewildered monster. This marked the onset of the Plague Storm from the Spectator pathway, succeeded by Magician’s nine attacks from nine directions.
As sunlight bathed the scene, Magician instinctively closed her eyes. With a sweep of her right hand, the void contorted, shaping into a sealed dark sphere that encased her, Justice, and the swiftly fading Lady Moon. Together, they withstood the ensuing anomalies as a unified entity.
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Within the sphere woven from thick black hair, Jenna, Franca, and Anthony felt the tumultuous storm and various catastrophes outside, causing the ground to quake and the sphere to sway.
In an instant, time slowed, and the snake-like black hair composing the dark sphere swiftly split open, revealing a beam of sunlight above.
In the sunlight, Jenna and Franca seemed to discern an ethereal female voice.
“Reconcile with your mirror self…”
With these words, the snake-like black hair disintegrated entirely, no longer coalescing into a sphere. It retreated into the void.
Franca and the others found themselves surrounded by a layer of dark glass, silently shattering and falling under the sunlight.
The lights and figures in the nearby buildings vanished, and Jenna and the others returned to the dead silence reminiscent of when they first entered the ruins.
After adjusting to the sunlight, Anthony immediately looked at Lumian and noticed that the blood vessels on his companion’s face had faded. His contorted expression gradually eased.
“Are you alright?” Anthony inquired, employing Placate.
Upon hearing the roars, Lumian’s mind was filled by the man’s sighs in the dark room. The overwhelming knowledge that gripped him in corruption had subsided. He no longer felt like his head was about to burst or lose his rationality.
He quickly returned to normal, no longer hearing the sigh or seeing the withered man in strange attire.
“I survived,” Lumian replied to Anthony’s question.
Simultaneously, he thought, Is that the Celestial Master the Armored Shadow mentioned?
Using the Eye of Truth here is even more dangerous than the outside world.
Franca gathered the items, picked up Flog and other belongings, and threw out the Arrow of the Bloodthirsty.
“What happened to you just now?”
“The aftereffects of using the Eye of Truth.” Lumian took the Arrow of the Bloodthirsty and stabbed it into his chest. Surveying the area, he said, “Let’s quickly collect our items and relocate.”
Previously, he had used Flog, hoping to attract the attention of dangerous entities, thereby creating chaos to find an opportunity. Now that Mirror Gardner had been dealt with, it was crucial to move to avoid new threats.
Jenna, with no time to ponder the meaning of reconciling with her mirror self, placed the bone flute, wooden box, and other items in the blood-stained cloak. Following Lumian, Franca, and Anthony, she sprinted in a random direction around the black pillar.
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Beneath the blistering sunlight, the purple flames constituting Vermonda Sauron’s flesh and blood flickered out one by one. The anguished faces representing the diverse Sauron family members disappeared sequentially.
The Red Angel’s form abruptly expanded, resembling a diminutive mountain peak.
Brandishing a broadsword condensed from purple flames, He advanced with a step and swung it at the dying Vermonda Sauron.
Having regained their composure, Snarner, Diest, and the other formidable beings were not inclined to yield. They acted in unison, intervening to impede Him.
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