Chapter 293: Trissy

Backlund's East District is an area where the poor and destitute gather.

This is a fact no world can escape, and it is also the inevitable result of the Industrial Revolution triggered by Roselle; the exploitation of capital will always exist.

These poor people are the very bottom layer of Backlund's prosperity, the bones paving the road, the flesh and blood bridging the gaps, humble as dust.

The only thing worth rejoicing about is perhaps that the Dream Sect's station in Backlund is also located here.

With the support of the Dream Sect, at the very least, no one will starve or freeze to death, and they can enjoy relatively good medical services at a relatively low price.

It is just that some things remain unchanged.

After this evil god sacrifice began, certain deeply hidden members of the Blood Sect in the East District received instructions and began to carry out the ritual according to long-standing arrangements.

This is a sacrifice planned for at least a hundred years; the Blood Sect has used almost all its assets here, and this is reflected in the ritual by the gradual, imperceptible intervals in which a certain red light has mixed into the fog of Backlund.

Many poor people in Backlund's East District looked up at the sky, suddenly realizing that today's fog was much thicker than in the previous few days.

"Our god is about to descend!" Many demons hidden in the slums of the East District crawled out from various concealed corners at this moment and began to hold rituals.

A Sequence 7 "Serial Killer" of the "Abyss" Pathway already possesses the many rituals and knowledge of worshipping demons, and with enough time to prepare, they can summon a projection of a demon.

And in the arrangements of these years, almost all Beyonders of the "Abyss" Pathway have mastered this ability.

"Source of All Evil, Lord of the Abyss, Universe Dark Side... listen to my prayer, descend into the world, and bring the ultimate Filth and the deepest Fallen state..."

Under the presiding of many "Abyss" Pathway Beyonders, the ritual to summon the Abyss became increasingly complete.

If one were to look down from high in the sky, one could probably discover that the entire East District had been covered by a reddish fog, and within the fog, even more terrifying auras were sprouting.

This is the aura of the Abyss!

This aura echoed from afar with the ritual in the suburbs of Backlund, and it began to enter the second stage.

"Ah! I'll kill you!" Terrifying screams erupted from countless corners of the East District; many poor people's eyes were bloodshot, crazily attacking the objects of their hatred!

The aura of the demons infected these poor people, letting them release the most repressed and terrifying side of their hearts!

These people will be the sacrifices for the ritual, forming the most perfect Wraiths through mutual slaughter, until they are cast into the descent of the "Abyss," constructing the long stairs for the Demon Monarch to return to the Real World.

Inside the Royal Family manor, quite a few of that group of nobles had already been eroded by that living Filth, appearing with the same symptoms as the poor in the East District, crazily attacking the people around them.

In the face of death, they are no more noble than anyone else, and in front of the one about to descend into the Real World, so-called nobles are also extremely humble.

"Purification!" Beckett held his cross high, cooperating with Mr. A to clear away all traces of Filth, but under such circumstances of dark clouds pressing down, even a Demigod could not protect everyone.

"This is definitely the power of the Abyss! The Blood Sect might be conducting a sacrifice targeting the Abyss!" Mr. A already understood what was happening.

"We cannot resist at all; we can only pray for the protection of the gods! King of Space, Emperor of the Sea, Lord of Calamities, God of Storms..."

Many people were praying for the protection of the gods, but the gods seemed not to care much about them and had not responded at all.

"A bunch of idiots!" Beckett mocked, but in reality, his situation was also very bad; he had been under immense pressure from constantly activating the Domain of No Darkness, feeling as if he were about to become an idiot who only knew how to praise the Sun!

And Keleistai and Mr. A, who were blocking the most filthy erosion further ahead, were in even worse states and were already unable to hold on.

Klein copied the Sun's "Purification" from the golden cross on Beckett, and even used a Paper Figurine possessing the "Person in the Painting" Characteristic.

But all of this was merely a drop in the bucket compared to the surging Filth and Fallen corruption.

"If this continues, we will definitely be unable to escape; falling is inevitable!"

Klein's Spirituality jumped wildly, but he was powerless to grasp his own Fate.

At a certain moment, Klein suddenly raised his head and looked at a corner of the banquet scene; his brain buzzed as if a string had snapped.

He saw Trissy.

Trissy was standing in a corner of the banquet scene wearing gorgeous clothing, with no filthy Shadow or Fallen aura surging toward her.

Those filthy and Fallen auras even actively avoided her.

How is it possible? I actually forgot that Trissy was still at the scene... This shouldn't be, even with an evil god's sacrifice, it shouldn't be!

A great sense of alarm rose in Klein's heart, but at this time, no one had the mood or strength to pay attention to anything more.

He looked at Trissy and once again felt Trissy's longing for Dream; it was truly a terrifying, skin-crawling sensation.

It was also at this moment that Klein saw Herwin Rambis standing behind Trissy.

This is that unknown Demigod! Klein had once observed them above the Grey Fog and recognized him at a glance.

His Spirituality made a judgment; the fact that no one had been able to notice Trissy before must also be this Demigod's ability.

Then... why can she be seen now? Klein was just preparing to remind the "Sword of the Goddess."

"Mind Storm"!

Just as Klein had a certain thought, he saw that old gentleman's eyes turn into golden vertical pupils.

He saw a Storm beginning to churn around the old gentleman; that Storm seemed to come from Reality, yet also seemed to originate from the illusory, surging toward the surroundings with powerful force.

Boom!

It was as if a large bomb had been dropped in everyone's minds; the Collective Subconscious Sea manifested, and endless wind and waves slapped against everyone's Yishi Daoyu time and time again, their Spirituality being strongly interfered with.

Everyone lost their focus for an instant, including Klein, who had already made some discoveries before this.

A strike from a Demigod after waiting for a long time was something no one had expected, and something no one could block.

Probably no one would have thought that when everyone was working together to resist the evil god's Filth, there would actually be someone stabbing them in the back? Are they not afraid of death?!

"Take her away!" Herwin Rambis's cold voice sounded beside Klein.

The next instant, this old gentleman directly used dream jumping to shuttle away, no longer caring about anything else.

Staying to help Trissy one last time was already his limit; he would not stay here to take risks.

And Klein soon felt himself fall into an embrace, not large but very firm.