In high-level battles, there were very few opportunities to use charms. No one would take the initiative to give their opponent the time to pull out a charm or chant an incantation. The reason why Trissy was able to complete the corresponding actions was because she was burning with evil black flames from the inside out. The black flames seemed to absorb all the heat in the surrounding area, causing thick ice crystals to form. Outside the ice crystals, almost invisible spider silk wrapped around her, forming a huge cocoon.
With these three layers of defense, Trissy managed to buy a second or two. Hence, she took out a rectangular diamond-like charm and chanted, "Don't worry about it.
"Yesterday!"
A transparent flame ignited in the evil black flames, and the diamond-like charm silently disintegrated, fusing into the void.
This was something Klein had specially provided to this Demoness, so that the destruction from three directions could be turned into the main point of attack.
Trissy immediately saw the grayish-white fog, and she discovered that the scenes of the past were like stars, densely packed there.
There was him who wandered the streets as a child, being controlled by gangs, being swindled, kidnapped, and stolen. There was him who joined the Theosophy Order and became an Assassin. There was him who enjoyed the end, enjoyed the bloody slaughter, and enjoyed people being instigated to tear off their masks to reveal their beastly nature. There was her who had no choice but to become a Witch due to various reasons. There was her who began to spread disaster. There was her who was arranged by the Demoness Sect to become Prince Edessak's mistress. There was her who was becoming less and less like herself, gradually becoming addicted to pleasure. There was her who was in extreme panic and yearned to escape, but ended up falling deeper into hell. There was her who endured endless pain and chose extremes.
With a thought, Trissy magnified the scene, filling her entire field of vision.
In the spot of light, the lawn outside the window was like a carpet. Horses were walking slowly, and golf holes could be vaguely seen. Inside the house, a museum cabinet filled with antiques blocked the view from the door.
In the past, Trissy was standing at the edge, looking outside. She wore a sapphire ring on her left hand.
Back then, she wasn't even a Sequence 5, so she didn't have the power she needed to borrow. However, she had a ring from the Demoness Sect, one that had a close relationship with the Primordial Demoness.
Trissy wanted to borrow that ring!
Suddenly, a unique ring with a sapphire embedded in it appeared on Trissy's pinky finger. And unlike in the past, the present Trissy had already fused with the mark and submitted to the Primordial Demoness. She had become a Sequence 4 demigod who had undergone a great transformation.
In other words, although she wasn't a sturdy vessel for a deity's descent, she already had the qualifications to do so.
The sapphire ring allowed her to temporarily take the initiative.
Looking at the scene from the past, Trissy raised her left hand, closed her eyes, and pressed the sapphire ring to her glabella with a smile as the cocoon formed from the spider silk shattered inch by inch. The thick ice crystals melted silently, and the evil black flames corroded her.
The ring melted like metal and flowed into Trissy's head in a half-real, half-illusory manner.
At this moment, the layer of evil black flames had been completely taken away by Prince Grove, and a scorching white spear of light was thrown over.
At the front of the spear, there were two pure white wings spread out, surrounding the tip of the spear like an angel. It sealed off the surrounding space, making it impossible for the target to escape.
At that moment, Trissy opened her eyes. They were deep black.
Her hair stood up one by one, all of them as thick as snakes. Their outer layers were slippery and sinister, and at the top of them were embedded black and white eyes, or they grew a venomous snake-like head. Their mouths were slightly open as they flicked their tongues.
The spear condensed from pure light stopped in front of Trissy, as though it was being held down by an invisible hand, preventing it from moving forward an inch.
It was quickly dyed with a grayish-white color, turning from illusory to corporeal, as though it was carved from stone.
With a whoosh, the spear rapidly plummeted and hit the edge of the cliff, shattering into countless pieces.
Around Trissy, the grayish-white color rapidly spread out in all directions as though it had a life of its own. Wherever it passed, the rocks would harden, and everything else would turn into stone.
The various rituals that had been set up in Ruin No. 1 were also dyed grayish-white, preventing the angels guarding the other secret mausoleums from immediately discovering the changes and descending.
Prince Grove was instantly surrounded by the grayish-white that spread out from the void. All he could do was rely on the blazing light emitted by the crown of thorns on his head to maintain a very small safe zone. The words he wanted to say or do couldn't be transmitted at all.
Without the sclera and black areas around her eyes, Trissy didn't even look at her opponent. Surrounded by her snake hair that blotted out the sky, she took a step towards the secret mausoleum at the bottom of the dark valley.
Boom!
The ground began to shake violently as a dull thud sounded from the depths. Red meteors with flaming tails appeared out of thin air, passing by Demoness Trissy and smashing towards the mausoleum.
In an instant, the ruins suffered multiple catastrophes.
George III, who was at the critical moment of his advancement, sensed this scene as he immediately felt a strong sense of puzzlement and anger.
He split some of his powers with great difficulty, and with the help of the arrangements he had made in advance, he forcefully distorted the surrounding area, isolating the dark and solemn secret mausoleum from the real World in space, preventing earthquakes and meteors from approaching the target.
Boom! Boom!
Amidst all kinds of disasters, the cliffs collapsed one by one as the ruins began to collapse. George III's angry voice sounded from the secret mausoleum that had become a World of its own.
"Are you crazy?"
To forcefully accept the power of a true deity's descent at the level of a Sequence 4 would only result in death!
Trissy laughed as the skin on her face stretched to its limits. Inch by inch, it cracked, revealing the blood and flesh that seemed to be squirming crazily beneath.
The Demoness, who had become extremely terrifying, scoffed.
"Shouldn't the ending of a beautiful story be for all the bad guys to die?
"For example, you, or me …"
Before Trissy could finish her sentence, with a horrifying smile, she plummeted towards the secret mausoleum that had the surrounding space distorted like a meteor, hoping to forcefully destroy it.
…
In another mausoleum, Klein didn't put on a brave front. He quickly ended his connection with Sefirah Castle, as though he was praying to The Fool for help.
The commotion from before nearly caused the angels present to stop. Unfortunately, the concealment angel was a Historical Void projection summoned by Klein. She could only continue fighting based on her instincts, causing the chaos to worsen.
At this moment, William Augustus I's projection drew a silver rapier and pointed ahead before slashing.
There was no need for "Him" to say anything else. The chaos in the ruins came to a halt as the battle was split into different battlefields.
Hermes fought the beautiful and dazed lady; Abomination Suah suppressed Reinette Tinekerr; Rosell The Great and the Angel of Light, the two Historical Void projections, surrounded Klein; William I was in an independent position, controlling the effects to prevent the aftershocks from hitting the mausoleum below.
As expected of the Hand of Order … Klein's pupils dilated. Without any thought, he reached his right hand into his clothes and stretched out his left hand to borrow strength from his past self.
The Death Consul, the Evernight cloister's matron, and the concealment angel were all Historical Void projections that far exceeded Klein's own level. Be it summoning or maintaining them, it placed a huge burden on his spirituality. He had no choice but to borrow some strength from his past self before his spirituality completely dried up.
This way, he was filled with fake spirituality. For five minutes, they were just like the real thing.
Then, Klein saw light.
The angel formed from pure light with illusory wings on its back made layers of light surge towards him like a tidal wave, drowning him.
In the blazing sea of light, an item suddenly appeared and rapidly descended, approaching the secret mausoleum.
It had a dark-colored cover and an interior made up of parchment.
Rosell's Travels!
As for Klein, he relied on his essence of being able to split into Worms of Spirit and his enhanced shapeshifting ability to shrink into a "bookmark" of flesh and blood. He embedded them into the book and relied on them to block the endless light's purification and melting.
But even so, Klein suffered considerable injuries. This was because the light could illuminate a portion of his body from the side.
This wasn't the end. In the direction where Rosell's Travels had fallen, Rosell The Great, dressed in gorgeous clothes, was waiting with his hands raised.
"…" Klein couldn't be bothered to think about anything else. All he could do was activate the first method of self-preservation.
He hid directly in the Historical Void!
Boom!
A loud thunder boomed outside the ruins.
In the beginning, it sounded very far away, but by the end, it was already close to his ears.
Including Klein and the projections in the Historical Void, all the living beings in the ruins were intimidated and turned stiff. The "sea of light" instantly dimmed.
No, there was one figure that wasn't affected. In Klein's eyes, the Church of Evernight's Angel of Concealment, the beautiful but not agile lady, took the opportunity to fade her body, turning into many symbols that symbolized concealment and terror. She expanded into a strange World that included Hermes, Reinette Tinekerr, Suah's arm, the Angel of Light, and William Augustus I.
Although Klein had summoned a Historical Void projection that had greatly reduced its strength, some of its essence was still present!
The chaos that Klein was looking forward to had finally arrived!
As for George III's other helpers, such as the King of Angels, they were still in other mausoleums.
The moment the nearly transparent World took shape, the angels inside began to resist.
In the chaos, the strange World was easily torn apart.
However, the light that was mixed with the remnant powers of the angels rushed out under the lady's deliberate guidance and headed straight for the secret mausoleum at the bottom.
Boom!
An even louder thunder boomed. Rosell The Great, who had attempted to stop it, was shocked once again. He didn't have the time to make any attempts.
In an instant, the dark and majestic secret mausoleum was struck. The cracks on its surface silently deepened, revealing the dark interior.
In these cracks, blood appeared out of thin air. Some were bright red, while others were dark.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
This time, Klein, who had returned to his human form with "Rosell's Travels," and the Worms of Spirit that were scattered around him shot out an Air Cannonball.
The mausoleum, which was already on the brink of collapse, collapsed as large amounts of blood flowed out.
…
With the destruction of a mausoleum, George III's advancement ritual was no longer stable. It lacked a key support.
If only one mausoleum had been attacked, "He" could still rely on "His" invisible connection with them to put up a certain level of defense. But now, "He" was suffering a fierce attack.
"His" illusory body suddenly boiled as "He" could no longer maintain the "Distortion" outside. The mausoleum that was isolated from reality finally appeared in front of Trissy.
The corners of Trissy's lips curled up on her squirming face.
…
In Baekeland City, Memorial Square.
"My subjects …" The stern and old-fashioned George III, who had a mustache, was wrapping up his speech when he exploded with a boom.
His flesh and blood turned into fireworks that sprayed into the air.
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Divine King of the Nine Heavens
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