Surrounded by holy light, Ell had already turned into a glittering ball of light and entered the seventh floor of "Mountain Paradise", melting into the infinite brilliance.
Natasha had been shaking her head at a loss, as if she had returned to the state of a little girl when her mother passed away. Her years of faith were collapsing in front of such a scene. Lucien's years of subtle influence could not compare to the shock and desperation at this moment.
Facts were the most powerful weapon of criticism!
Lucien, on the other hand, managed to suppress the crazy roars in his head. Noticing Natasha's face, he somehow had a weird idea. Should he send a great gift to Francis to thank him for his remarkable contributions to his happy life? Of course, that was on the premise that he could escape with Natasha.
At this time, although Lucien could not see his own expression, he could imagine how wonderful it was. It was probably filled with all kinds of emotions. At this moment, shock, joy, confusion, fear, and all kinds of indescribable emotions surged in his heart like a tsunami.
Watching Ell melt with the God of Truth, Lucien suddenly discovered that the badge that he was wearing shivered slightly, and the source of the divine power inside turned into the God of Truth without any resistance. It was not until this moment that Lucien finally understood why Francis was bold enough to accept the Seed of Spirituality.
Wait a moment. The main consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls is still inside Ell's body. Will the God of Truth suffer from indigestion? Could it be that he had stolen the authority? Will he explode and destroy the world? The idea suddenly popped up in Lucien's head. He looked at Mountain Paradise with his mouth half open, unable to close it for a long time. Did Francis know that Ell had been possessed by the mysterious existence of the World of Souls? Somebody could be killed if he did that!
Hardly had the idea occurred to him when the infinite, impenetrable brilliance on the seventh floor expanded abruptly, as if it had proved Lucien's speculation. He couldn't help but put on a bitter smile and move closer to Natasha. Being killed by the self-detonating God of Truth seemed to be some sort of "glory". Such a record would probably be added to the history of magic in the future. "He was the only sorcerer who had slain a god, although he died because of it."
Hu. A slight wind echoed, and the most lackluster black, white, and gray pieces were spat out from the brilliance. The frozen monotony on him seemed to be broken, and he flew away in panic. The projection of Mountain Paradise, on the other hand, gradually faded away.
"It's a pity that I failed to melt it. Otherwise, I could've tried God's Arrival!" Francis was still watching the scene crazily and fanatical, as if he was regretful about the result.
Try God's Arrival? With your strength, I'm afraid that your body and your soul would've collapsed on the spot. Lucien secretly complained, but he was even more solemn. Francis did know that the main consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls was hiding in Ell. He was even more mysterious than he imagined. Would his self-destructive approach work out well in front of the projection of Mountain Paradise?
Natasha pointed at Francis and bellowed, "However you try to embellish it, you cannot cover the nature of blasphemy. What you said is blasphemy itself!"
Francis drew a cross on his chest unhurriedly. "My devotion to the Lord is no less than yours. However, our views on the Lord are vastly different from each other in both the theological sense and the popular sense. It is not evidence that I am a heretic. We have only gained a new understanding of the existence and form of the Lord under the enlightenment of a great prophet."
"A great prophet …" Lucien repeated in confusion. It sounded like the leader of the heretic organization lurking within the North Church. Was he a certain saint of the North Church?
Lucien was more than happy to see the argument between Francis and Natasha. Delaying the time was very helpful for the recovery of his spiritual power. Even though he could only use the spells below the senior rank, it was not impossible for the heavily wounded Natasha to fight Francis who was only level eight with his help. What he needed to worry about was the Demigod-lich that was teleported away in chaos just now and the projection of Mountain Paradise that had not completely disappeared yet.
Suddenly, the black, white, and gray piece that was trying to escape stopped in midair, and a gold skull blinked before it. Congus was closer to the teleportation distance than everybody expected. He had arrived in advance!
The black, white, and gray piece shivered slightly, as if it were communicating with Demigod-lich. After only a second or two, Congus burst into laughter and opened his gold jaw, swallowing the black, white, and gray piece.
Two needle-like spots of redness bounced crazily like flames in a storm, gradually turning into gray. The space around Demigod-lich was twisted, and his vibe soared. After only one moment, he seemed to have broken the shackle of the past hundreds of years and advanced by one level. Also, it seemed that he was the mysterious being that controlled the spectres, not the other way around.
The gray flames bouncing in Congus' eye sockets turned to Lucien, Natasha, Francis, and the projection of Mountain Paradise that was about to disappear.
He said coldly, "You are all going to die."
… …
In the magic tower on the other side of the sea, the Lord of Storm was reading the report in front of him. Lightning flashed in his eyes, and a hurricane rose around him. Everything in the room was swept up, except for the armchairs that Hathaway and Douglas were sitting in.
"Congus …" Fernando roared in a low voice. Then, he rose abruptly and said to Douglas, "Ask Bergner to cooperate with me."
Bergner was the name of the prophet of the Tower. He had entered the alternate dimension too.
Douglas's kind face was also replaced with solemnity. "Alright. You and Hathaway go to rescue Lucien. I'll keep an eye on Vicente in case he plays any tricks. "
Fernando had always been an impatient man. After receiving Douglas' approval, he flew to the place where the Portal to the Alternate Realm was deployed. Hathaway remained silent and followed him.
When they reached the hall where the Portal to the Alternate Realm was located, Bergner, who had been informed by Douglas, was already waiting there. His gray pointy hat looked like a miniature of a stargazing tower.
Nodding at the prophet, Fernando entered the Portal to the Alternate Realm first and returned to Allyn.
After Hathaway and Bergner showed up at the Congress' headquarters, Fernando walked out while performing the telepathic bond.
"Aren't we going to deploy the Portal to the Alternate Realm to the north of the Erdo Peninsula?" Bergner saw that Hathaway was following Fernando out in confusion.
Fernando's voice was close to a roar. "It will take a day to relocate and reestablish the portal, but it will only take us dozens of seconds from here to Heidler City. Since Vicente and Congus are both not here, we will be able to control the Hand of Paleness in less than an hour."
"Bergner, predict the location of Congus' phylactery and the Portal to the Alternate Realm that he will use." Hathaway demanded straightforwardly.
Bergner was somewhat stunned. "You're going to …?"
"All the problems will be solved when he's dead." There was a terrifying and oppressive storm in Fernando's red eyes.
… …
"Your Excellency Demigod-lich, congratulations on advancing to the second level of legendary with the help of the main body piece of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls. It's possible for you to advance into the realm of demigod, control the World of Souls, and wield the power of death." Faced with the threat of a legendary expert, Francis spoke with a smile unhurriedly.
Congus was briefly stunned. "Do I know you?"
He was not going to surrender, was he?
However, having learned from the experience of being tricked by Lucien in the previous three battles, Congus was not going to waste any more time. The dead were the safest people to talk to!
Francis slightly bowed and drew a strange cross on his chest. The cross was short at the top and short at the bottom and long at the left and right sides. Then he said in a respectful tone, "The great prophet will come to this world through my body. I hope you can live and enjoy the beautiful future."
Congus suddenly had a bad feeling. The golden skull opened, and a hoarse voice echoed, "Soul Confinement!"
After a soundless explosion, the remaining projection of Mountain Paradise above Francis' head burst out holy brilliance, blocking the countless phantoms that were trying to confine the soul. In the meantime, it gave the feeling that time and space were twisted and dislocated.
With the twist, an extremely evil, cunning, and powerful air suddenly rose from Francis' body. Then, a black shadow dozens of meters tall was formed behind him. The shadow had two curved horns and a pair of crimson eyes that were full of mockery on the blurred face. The enormous black wings on the back covered the sky of Death Valley.
After he showed up, small volcanoes protruded out of the divine domain that was similar to Mountain Paradise. Red magma was surging out, and black smoke with the intense stink of sulfur spread out. The temperature seemed to have been raised by hundreds of degrees.
There were eight levels of horror below the volcano. There were cold plains that were eternally silent, stinky swamps, endless rocky slopes, enormous and magnificent bronze castles, a burning world made of flames, and a bottomless chasm. In just a short moment, the Death Valley seemed to have turned into the nine levels of hell.
Congus looked at the shadow in shock and blurted out, "The Lord of Hell!"
The shadow turned out to be Maltimus, the Lord of Hell!
Hearing Congus' voice and learning the identity of the shadow, Lucien felt that a bolt of lightning flashed in his head, illuminating the forgotten scenes in the past and connecting them into a line.
Why did Rhein know that the sealing of the Master of Argent was related to the secrets of the World of Souls?
Why was he still confined when he was fully prepared, and why was Sardes able to break free?
It was because Rhein did not know the secrets of the World of Souls or that the Master of Argent was sealed in Aalto's projection. Therefore, he would not have been involved in the scheme or explored the World of Souls, and he would not have been trapped. If he had not been trapped, he would not have asked Lucien to activate his arrangements and summon the Silver Moon. Alterna had a head-on clash with the mysterious existence of the World of Souls and suffered heavy losses.
If the target was them, those who were qualified to plot against them and deceive them could be counted on one hand.
The other identity of the Master of Argent, on the other hand, was Tiphotidis, the Ice Duke and the Lord of the eighth level of hell!
Perhaps the Lord of Hell had long sensed the secrets of the World of Souls through the sealing of Tiphotidis, which could be seen through his disguise as the great prophet of the Cross Church. The devil, known for his cunningness and prudence, was obviously unwilling to confront the mysterious existence of the World of Souls directly. Therefore, he set up a scheme to lure Rhein into the trap and instigate the Silver Moon Alterna to fight the mysterious existence of the World of Souls so that he could reap the benefits without doing anything.
As it turned out, Lucien had been helping the Lord of Hell push the scheme forward without him knowing it. He thought that he was the oriole, but there was a 'hunter' behind him.
As expected of the Lord of Hell and the head of devils!
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