Chapter 383: Trap (Supplementary update for 5400 monthly votes last month)

Plymouth.

"Heh... three Keepers of Time... the True God Church."

The Blood Cup Archbishop, who was secretly monitoring the Lili sisters, sighed with either envy or regret: "They have done nothing, yet they have usurped the greatest achievement of Invis..."

"This kingdom, this sweet fruit, will only belong to my Lord. It will be served on my Lord's dining table... what we have now is merely an appetizer; we must wait patiently." Flander also revealed a trace of longing.

Only the witch leader with the bewitching face remained silent, expressionless, as if lost in thought.

"Cough, cough!"

The witch leader bit her rosy lips, carrying a hint of unwillingness.

"Use the filthy blood to control those two women, make them begin to pray to that existence, and at the same time, taint them with the 'Source of All Evil'..."

Flander explained: "Through a Mysterious connection, this Ritual can influence that existence... This is the Mother Goddess's command."

In the end... his entire being turned into Light!

In Aaron's hands, the 'Furnace Fire' burned fiercely, completely melting the remains of that Sixth Primordial Substance holder, allowing a phantom miniature sun to fuse with his own body.

Sycamore, hazel, beech, oak, Green Banyan Tree...

It was an Underground Pyramid existing in the Spirit World, like a reef in a torrent, allowing Aaron to rely on it to barely assemble a primary consciousness.

The witch leader looked at this scene, her beautiful brows slightly hesitant.

This time, they were not deceived.

"Then... those little bugs..."

He began to lose himself in the vast torrent of Mysterious knowledge, gradually losing the concept of 'self'.

They wore pained expressions, coughing up mouthfuls of fresh blood!

Flander closed the door, isolating the Blood Tide inside the room, and smiled: "Although the gaze from that Secret Transmission has been erased, the existence of the Secret Transmission itself is a trigger, a signal... for this, we must thank the witch's layout."

This connection is one-sided; a believer's Prayer is like making a phone call—the other side can choose not to answer, but it will inevitably leave a 'call record'. Later, the Hidden Existence can 'call back' at any time, and this 'call back' is the kind that connects the moment it rings...

"Now... act immediately!"

'No... I am still too weak right now; wanting to merge with the Spirit World will only lead to being completely assimilated by it!'

Mistletoe spread, branches and leaves flourishing...

The slightly more mature one had skin as fair and delicate as ivory, her full body as alluring as a peach.

The fragrance of trees and flowers moved with the wind, bringing tranquility.

'In the process of evolution, the human body carries too many flaws...'

The Pound drew a bright arc in mid-air, finally landing face up.

A large amount of blood seeped directly from these people's pores, turning them into dried corpses.

The witch leader's onion-white fingers flicked lightly, and one by one, private detectives and gang members walked out from the shadows and corners with vacant eyes.

The Blood Cup Archbishop continued: "Those are struggles at the Keeper of Time level; we are nothing but chess pieces... and chess pieces must be prepared to fulfill the tasks of a chess piece."

The fresh blood fell to the ground, wriggling as if it possessed life, forming different Spirit World Script characters.

A moment ago.

Scorching...

Looking at the motionless pendulum, Aaron thought for a moment and tossed a Pound.

This is why praying to a Hidden Existence is so unfair and feared by many Extraordinaries.

'Yes... is the human body truly perfect?'

"Now... it is time to activate it."

Rays of radiance emerged from Aaron's body; his eyes, his hair, his flesh, his bones... all slowly exuded pure radiance.

Clatter!

The blood-colored cover of the book flipped, and a large amount of blood churned, filling the entire room.

Just at this moment, the Blood Cup Archbishop and Flander suddenly bent over in pain, coughing violently.

Amidst the countless streams of information, an inexplicable brand emerged.

Spirit World, Underground Inverted Pyramid.

'True perfection is the entire Natural Sciences, the unity of the universe... it is merging with the Tao...'

In this harmonious and Natural scene, two women were praying in the forest.

"It can be recycled."

Flander walked into the rented room, causing Lili and Jessita to stand up in surprise: "Who are you?"

Bang!

A smile appeared on the Blood Cup Archbishop's face as he extended his palm toward them.

Much of the sludge swelled violently, overflowing from the rim of the cup, landing on the ground, and then crawling into the room along the gaps in the door.

Even after doing so many things, the ordinary people outside the block remained oblivious to this scene, still going about their own business.

Rays of radiance flowed, then spread to the surroundings, completely losing human form.

A light gray pebble path paved the way into the distance, with towering mountains covered by silent forests and tranquil lakes.

The witch leader's expression remained unchanged; her Sixth Primordial Substance-level intuition radiated, and she immediately saw a different scene.

Burning...

"Cough, cough!"

"There is no most perfect thing; one must accept flaws, accept the 'imperfection' of the human body!"

The slightly more youthful face carried a look of purity, like a Saintess.

"Therefore... 'amplification' is needed, as well as secret 'pollution'!"

Flander reluctantly straightened his back and pulled a book with a blood-red cover from his bosom.

They parted their red lips slightly, chanting the honorific name of a certain great existence over and over, offering a Prayer to Him: "Spirit wandering in the unknown falsehood, Absolutely Neutral Existence, Silent Observer..."

"I need... power!"

And from within the Spirit World, gazes also fixed upon the existence of 'Him'!

"Overflow... Source of All Evil!"

The witch leader's expression remained unchanged: "My Lord 'Underworld Moon' is inherently a Secrecy ally of the 'Mother of Night'; since there is an order from my Lord, it should naturally be so."

His consciousness elevated infinitely, as if looking down upon the entire Spirit World.

"The probability of this place being discovered is not high... and my divination intuition tells me... if I want to break the deadlock, I must elevate my essence, and quickly... otherwise... similar probes will emerge one after another, and it is possible that flaws will be discovered."

Aaron's thoughts diverged, and his inspiration gradually made contact with inexplicable information.

"Even we can choose not to respond to the Prayer of believers..." the witch leader hesitated.

"Divination has also been interfered with..."

Beams of Light, carrying unique wills, overflowed and flowed toward the entire Spirit World...

"The intuitive divination of 'Yao' is the strongest..."

Inside the cup, it was filled with something resembling sludge.

The Blood Cup Archbishop solemnly took a wooden cup from his bosom; the cup was very crude, as if carved from a piece of wood at random, and there were even visible notches on the edge.

Radiance...

Beams of Light flowed back into the Pyramid, spreading along its patterns, and gathered once more upon the Black Throne, trying hard to form the outline of a person.

Just at this moment, Aaron heard a Prayer from the Mortal World.

(End of this chapter)