The first thing that entered Klein's eyes was the altar that was surrounded by layers of light, as well as the tall and thin figure standing within it.
The figure took off his hood, revealing a beautiful and bewitching face that resembled a woman's. His left chest, shoulders, abdomen, and thighs were covered in squirming, sticky, and disgusting flesh.
Around him, the layer of light was filled with illusory and transparent figures, brimming with feelings of numbness, despair, pain, and repression.
Outside the altar, the four figures that had been praying had already collapsed. Their skin was shriveled and tightly wrapped around their bones, like corpses that had been weathered for many years.
Above the entire hall, beams of light tore through the void, quickly entering the altar through the stone pillars, floor, and air that were covered with symbols and magic labels.
Just as Klein came out of his hiding spot, Mr. A opened his eyes and looked in his direction.
His pupils were dyed with blood, and there was extreme madness hidden in his coldness.
If it were any other Beyonder, they would probably have subconsciously averted their gaze, not daring to look him in the eye. However, Klein had faced the Eternal Blazing Sun and seen Blasphemer Amon, so he wasn't afraid. He calmly pulled the trigger, causing a silver demon-hunting bullet engraved with many patterns to shoot out towards the altar.
Upon seeing this scene, Mr. A subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but he ultimately stopped and watched indifferently as the silver bullet drilled into the layer of light around the altar.
Silently, the patterned demon-hunting bullet melted and disappeared within the layers of light, engulfed by the innumerable indignation, resentment, and negative emotions.
Finally, it completely disintegrated, leaving no traces behind.
Klein's pupils constricted as he repeatedly pulled the trigger, firing all the remaining bullets in his revolver. The pale gold Purification Bullets and the brass Exorcism Bullets that emitted a golden glow shot out one after another as they penetrated the layer of light around the altar.
However, they similarly disintegrated and disappeared, failing to create any ripples.
Mr. A laughed hoarsely.
"It's useless, little worm. The ritual has officially begun. With your strength, there's no way to break or interrupt it. Even a Sequence 5 Beyonder can't do it!
"But you're also lucky. You'll live to witness the descent of my Lord. My body. "
With that, Mr. A ignored Klein and closed his eyes again, as if the other party was indeed just a tiny bug.
The Shepherd half-raised his arms, making a gesture of opening his arms, and shouted loudly in ancient Hermes, "I'm not afraid.
"The Creator of all;
"The ruler behind the curtain of shadows (Note 1).
"The depraved nature of all living beings.
"Your devout believers pray for your arrival;
"I am willing to offer my body as a vessel to bear your great will!"
As he prayed, a ray of light suddenly descended from above Mr. A's head, completely enveloping him.
The unwillingness, resentment, and negative emotions that had taken the form of human figures rolled in like a tide and poured into Mr. A's body.
Bang, bang, bang!
Klein snapped his fingers to control the flames, trying his best to attack the altar. However, the flames couldn't resist the light layer around them. They were disintegrated, extinguished, and melted. Nothing worked.
What to do? My other mystical items are above the gray fog. If I want to take them out, I need to first perform a ritual. This will waste at least a minute or two. Furthermore, my unprotected body will be very dangerous … What do I do? Klein rationally stopped his attempts and stood there, his thoughts racing.
Furthermore, be it the Brooch of the Sun, the Biological Poison Bottle, the All-Black Eye, or the Dark Emperor card that only raised one's level, none of them seemed to be able to break through the barrier of the altar!
Could it be that I can only wait for Miss Justice to find reinforcements in time? Or should I watch helplessly as the True Creator descends? Klein tensed up as his thoughts raced through his mind, quickly thinking of what countermeasures he could come up with.
He filtered the items on him one by one as his palms unknowingly broke out in a cold sweat.
Suddenly, he thought of something!
Without any time to consider the consequences, he reached into his pocket and grabbed an item that had a metallic texture. Tap!
Tap! Tap!
Klein took a few steps forward, swung his arm forcefully, and threw the item in his palm towards the altar.
With a flash of brass light, the item entered the layers of light.
It was a simple and unadorned key.
It was the Master Key.
Inside the layer of light, the brass Master Key began to disintegrate and melt.
And when its outer shell disappeared, the curse contained within directly appeared, connecting to Mr. Door in an unknown place.
…
Empress Borough, inside Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the distance worriedly.
She saw the fog on the horizon gradually thicken, and the pale yellow was dyed with an iron-black color as it slowly spread in her direction.
"Something's not right." The golden retriever, Susie, squatted beside her, also looking at the commonly seen fog.
Yes, I hope I can stop it in time … Audrey didn't know what the fog represented. All she could do was silently pray to the Goddess and Mr. Fool. Plead? Please don't let the Primordial Demoness descend.
Suddenly, she realized that the tree branches outside the window were beginning to shake, and the glass was trembling slightly.
The wind is coming … Audrey felt an inexplicable sense of joy.
Cherwood Borough, Holy Wind Cathedral.
A terrifying storm that could be seen with the naked eye suddenly appeared outside it before stirring up an unimaginable hurricane towards the east.
Whoosh!
The accumulated fog was blown away, and the rich yellow and iron-black color quickly faded away.
Whoosh!
Withered tree branches fell to the ground, and dust and mud flew into the air before disappearing with the fog.
Whoosh!
Many pedestrians' hats left their heads as their bodies swayed so much that they had to hold onto trees or walls.
The sailors in the dock area seemed to have returned to the port city and were witnessing a typhoon.
The smoke in East Borough and the factory district thinned, and the slight discomfort of the healthy citizens was alleviated.
Boom! Boom!
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed.
They quickly calmed down, and the pouring rain began to cleanse the land.
The Church of the Storm reacted very quickly this time … It's also because we acted ahead of time and weren't fully prepared … Heh heh, those middle-class people, those tycoons, if they don't have the corresponding protection, they'll be no different from commoners in such a "fog." They're all lambs waiting to be slaughtered … Lady Despair sat in a rental carriage, leisurely listening to the sound of the rain hitting the glass window.
Even if it was destroyed in time, according to her estimates, the "fog" just now could have directly caused the deaths of more than 20000 people, and there would still be the subsequent spread of the plague.
This way, my potion has been mostly digested, but this is just a bonus … The traces of a large number of people disappearing will be wiped away, pointing to the Aurora Order and the True Creator. No one can guess what the royal family really wants to do … It's time for me to leave and take Trissy with me … Lady Despair thought in a good mood.
Her whereabouts were hidden, and she had taken care of it beforehand, so she didn't have to worry about being blocked by the demigods of Baekeland for a short period of time.
By the time they found any traces, she would already be far away from the city!
Just as Lady Despair was about to leave the carriage, her vision blurred as she saw a figure.
The figure sat opposite her. It was a young woman wearing a hooded classical robe. Her eyes and hair were black, and her face was beautiful but dull.
…
After throwing out the Master Key, Klein held Aztec's copper whistle, held his breath, and waited for the outcome.
If his idea failed to come to fruition, and the altar's barrier still hadn't been broken, he would use Aztec's copper whistle to see if he could obtain the help of a Messenger.
If that didn't work, he would enter the world above the gray fog and take out the Dark Emperor card and other items. He would try every possibility and fight to the last second!
At that moment, it was still afternoon. There was no crimson moon, much less a clear full moon. Therefore, Klein lacked confidence in the curse contained in the Master Key. He only hoped that the dispelling effect of the altar's barrier would pose a threat to its existence, making it instinctively react, such as communicating with Mr. Door in reverse. A cry for help could be heard.
In just a second or two, Klein saw the Master Key disintegrate into the tiniest particles of light and an illusory, distorted crimson.
The crimson struggled with all its might as it rapidly faded away before suddenly exploding!
In that instant, Klein lost his hearing. He saw the countless figures formed from resentment and indignation in the layer of light raise their heads in unison and let out tragic cries.
They rapidly changed, dyed black and green. They grew a second head, a third eye, or a fifth leg …
They converged into a torrent and surged into Mr. A's body.
Mr. A suddenly opened his eyes. Under the indifferent color of blood was disbelief and shock.
Right on the heels of that, the layer of light around the altar distorted and collapsed.
Boom!
A huge explosion spread out from the center of the altar, stirring up a terrifying storm.
Crack! The four thick stone pillars closest to him instantly snapped. In the distance, Klein only had time to roll before he was sent flying by the shockwave.
Bang!
He slammed into the wall and flattened into a thin piece of paper.
The thin piece of paper was quickly torn apart by the subsequent waves and scattered in all directions.
Klein himself appeared in a corner, using the wall to resist the shockwave produced by the explosion.
The destructive effects of the Master Key far exceeded his imagination!
The curse that had been forcefully melted had an instinctive reaction, transmitting Mr. Door's shout. And the voice of this Exiled One, who was at least at the level of an angel, tainted the indignation, resentment, and numb despair that the ritual needed. Therefore, the altar lost its balance and walked down the path of self-destruction!
When the waves calmed down a little, Klein rushed out to confirm the results.
The illusory figure and the oppressive feeling that came from midair had already vanished. All that was left of the altar was some wreckage.
Mr. A's body leaned forward as he knelt beside the collapsed stone pillar. He was missing an arm, half of his face, and many organs. His remaining eye was filled with bone-deep hatred.
However, those wounds were quickly covered by squirming flesh and blood.
After taking a glance, Klein didn't hesitate to run.
To him, destroying the descent of the True Creator was his ultimate goal. If he didn't leave now, was a Sequence 6 going to stay behind to have dinner with Shepherd Mr. A and welcome the new year?
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