Chapter 455: Unveiling the Curtain (3800 Added)

As the iconic building of the Queen's District, the Twin Clock Tower is renowned throughout the Empire.

Standing atop one of the clock towers, the view is also quite good.

Aaron, dressed in a black double-breasted long frock coat, wearing a silk top hat and leather boots, and holding a thick cane in his hand, overlooks the scenery of the entire Queen's District.

He reaches out his hand and catches a snowflake.

"It seems the 'Lord of the Underworld' is also one of the surviving Siyuan..."

As far as Aaron knows, among the Twelve Siyuan in the Third History, the 'Rancher' was killed outright; the 'Fallen Corona' and the 'Unmelting Ice' were imprisoned in the depths of the radiance; the 'Raven', the 'Remnant Cocoon', and the 'Faceless One' were devoured or controlled by the 'Dawn'... Of the remaining Siyuan, the 'Lord of Hidden Corpses' was devoured by the 'Mother of Night', and after that great battle, the 'Mother of Night' went missing, and her state is likely not very good.

There are truly not many surviving Siyuan left, only three: the 'Lady of the Forest', the 'Keeper of Secrets', and the 'Lord of the Underworld'.

Those usually suave nobles and parliamentarians are scurrying about like little chicks.

Pure white flames turn into meteors, falling from the high Spirit World into the infinite Dimension, the astonishing heat evaporating the semi-illusory water of the 'Dead River', causing those vengeful spirits to dissipate into ash...

Only the graveyards of nobles and great merchants, which were baptized by church priests after their deaths, barely escaped disaster, but they are only a tiny minority.

Red!

A scarlet radiance shrouds a small half of the square.

"And... what exactly does this Para want to do? He has been watching the scenery for several hours now."

"History will remember this day... The decline of the Empire, I, Sanu, shall unveil the curtain!"

As for those Hidden Existences and high-level powerhouses, their targets are slightly smaller, but affected by the war in the Spirit World, they probably won't have a good end either, like the unlucky Motula...

Sanu looks at the soldiers surrounding him with terrified faces and calmly raises his hand.

Just as Wakefield feels his hands and feet freezing, and is about to be unable to hold back from rushing up the tower to have a showdown with Aaron, he suddenly looks up.

Two guards have already raised their guns, and the gazes of the surrounding people have also turned over.

"Conservatively estimated, only three Siyuan, at most four Siyuan have taken action... Can they rival the zenith of the 'Dawn'?"

In any case, he has already decided not to release the hawk until he sees the rabbit; he will absolutely not take action until conditions favorable to him appear.

Or rather, it has caused a profound impact in the Mortal World.

Beneath the clock tower.

A play titled 'Undead Calamity' has already begun to be staged in Plymouth!

The great battle in the Spirit World directly affects the Mortal World.

Inside Mitra Palace, alarm bells suddenly ring out!

"This is an attack! An attack aimed at the Empire!"

Bang!

A rotting palm pierces directly through the soil, and half of a decaying body crawls out from the coffin.

It is an undead from the 'Dead River', now returned to the Mortal World, with only a craving for human flesh and blood remaining!

The level of alert and security at the Parliament Building is even higher than that of Mitra Palace.

Such a peak of perfection in flesh-and-blood sorcery undoubtedly belongs to the Sixth Primordial Substance of 'Scarlet'—the 'Red Earl'!

"Cry, wail..."

Sanu releases his palm.

This great battle has finally sounded its prelude!

He understands that this is his colleagues from the 'Suppression Bureau' breaking through this super-large-scale Ritual, protecting Plymouth once again!

It is the 'Dead River'!

At this moment, the originally calm 'Dead River' stirs up huge waves, emitting a beast-like roar of angry tides, submerging one 'Spirit White Tower' after another...

The Spirit World!

Aaron watches indifferently as the snowflake on his hand melts.

His whole body is soaked with cold sweat, his mind numb yet carrying a trace of clarity: "Para! He had long anticipated this attack; he is definitely not an Imperial secret agent, but one of the masterminds of the attack!"

The Gravekeeper watches the zombies rising from the dead one by one, terrified to the point of screaming, and pulls the alarm.

No!

If the Ritual were broken, it would at most stop the wind and snow, and would not make the sky over Plymouth clear up!

Aaron looks up, shielding the light with his palm: "This is the power of 'Dawn'. He moved first? The target is—the 'Lord of the Underworld'!"

The wind and snow created by this kind of Ritual makes even an Extraordinary feel bone-chilling cold.

Theoretically, this is the center of power for the entire Empire!

"Stop! What are you doing?"

Boom!

But those bloody holes are rapidly shrinking, spitting out golden bullets.

Two guards on duty, dressed in crisp uniforms and carrying live-ammunition rifles, look at a figure standing too close and shout sternly.

The Chunbaitaiyang that forever resides at the highest point of the Spirit World ripples with a wave.

An illusory long river emerges.

In the distance, Wakefield sees the Parliament Building being directly dissolved by half by the scarlet red.

It has no beginning and no end, and at the bottom of the river stand dense masses of the dead.

Sanu shouts loudly, and amidst the gunfire, several bloody holes have already appeared on his body.

Chaos is gradually spreading!

Sanu has a neurotic smile on his face; the white Persian cat beside him has vanished without a trace, and he does not stop his steps.

This scene is playing out in every graveyard in Plymouth.

Plymouth, the graveyard in the suburbs.

Given the handling of the previous protests, once the other party approaches the building, they might even dare to open fire directly!

"Is this the center of the Empire?"

The dazzling, blinding sunlight swept away the dark clouds directly.

Wakefield saw Aaron's gaze shift, looking toward a certain direction.

"That is... the Third-Level Parliament Building?"

And at this point, things had reached the stage where the dagger was revealed, so there was no longer any concern for the tailing of a mere ant.

Under the scorching sun, the ice and snow turned into dew, melting rapidly.

"Praise the Sun!"

Wakefield could not help but offer a Prayer.

Wakefield moved quickly, rushing to the top of the clock tower in one breath, and saw the tall figure calmly watching the fall of the Parliament Building: "Para Love Toman... you are under arrest!"

These liquids continuously gathered toward Sanu, turning into a crimson cannonball aimed in the direction of the palace.

Although named a building, it was actually a palace structure in the shape of the character 'Hui', with luxury second only to Mitra Palace!

"Ah!"

He felt the fluctuations of the sun, and also felt the Spirit World beginning to churn.

Wakefield in the corner exhaled a puff of white mist, looking at the gloomy sky: "Those idiots at the Extermination Bureau... have they still not found the Ritual site of those Death God believers?"

Under the flowing crimson, those guards, onlookers, investigators... all had their flesh and blood dissolved, turning into pools of red liquid.

The gloomy weather that had always plagued Plymouth disappeared, and in its place appeared a pure white sun!

He saw Aaron turn around, raise a finger to his lips, and make a 'hush' gesture.

"The good show has only just begun, the protagonists haven't even taken the stage yet; wouldn't it be better to watch the show quietly?"

(End of chapter)