Chapter 474: Reforging (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"A new round of storms in the kingdom is about to arrive!"

Almost every member of the Invisible Cult, upon hearing that the Green Forest Earl would personally take action, had the same thought emerge in their minds simultaneously.

"I remind you all here..."

Aaron's gaze swept across everyone one by one, finally resting on the Lili sisters: "Besides the Gourmet Association and the Lotus Eaters... the Witch Sisterhood is also an enemy of the Invisible Cult, because the existences that these three organizations believe in all belong to the same Sovereign!"

This could also be considered revealing a portion of the bottom line of the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood.

"Sovereign?" William widened his eyes. Is this the name for existences above the Sovereign Above?

After all, a God's Messenger of the original had died in battle; although it had the effect of uniting against a common enemy, it also seemed to lower the prestige, making it seem as if the "Spirit of Falsehood" could not protect its own messenger.

Finally, Aaron waved his hand, dismissing everyone.

William opened his eyes and saw Bran standing on his chest, two bean-sized blood-red eyes staring straight at him, and he couldn't help but be startled: "Bran... don't get so close... the rumors that those ravens eat the eyeballs of the dead make me a little scared."

However, after thinking about it again, he decided to just give it the cold shoulder.

Only then did Bran have the strength to fly up and land on William's shoulder: "This Earl is no ordinary 'Immortal'!"

This piece of secret information was like a thunderclap, causing Percy, Nicholas, and the others to feel a wave of dizziness: 'A portion?'

"Could it be... that Sovereigns as powerful as the 'Mother of Night' and the 'Lord of Hidden Corpses' are all just a part of a Sovereign? How powerful and inconceivable must such a Sovereign be?"

However, William still strictly followed the requirements, blew out the Candle, and ended the Ritual.

The terrifying pressure even caused Bran to fall from the coat rack to the ground, maintaining a prostrate posture.

"Kid... Lord Bran is of the noble Spirit World White Tower Raven race; I have heard more secrets than you have eaten pies!"

Perhaps a single wisp of flame could burn him to ashes!

And under the pure white flame, the blue book was melting rapidly, and strands of dark black lines, like worms, vaguely formed a twisted human face, turning into ashes amidst screams!

William answered subconsciously, and then his face turned bitter: "We... may have to face the Church of the God of Wisdom head-on."

"Coward!"

"Don't mention Lord Bran; that is your own business."

An epiphany emerged in William's heart, and immediately he saw the pure white flame disappear, leaving only a piece of gelatinous substance resembling a blue jellyfish at the core of the Ritual.

Pointing more accurately to the honorific name of the "Green Forest Earl"!

"Of course, he also said that when encountering danger, chanting his name can bring misfortune to enemies and good luck to oneself," William answered as a matter of course.

William remained very bewildered.

"Too terrifying, too terrifying..."

And Lili was surprised at what it meant to belong to the same Sovereign.

"In other words, they are all part of a certain Sovereign..."

Bran flapped its wings, flew to another coat rack, tilted its head, and asked: "Has your organization finally contacted you again?"

"Shut up, you dead raven!"

"Domain of luck? No... it's Fate! It's Fate!!"

The raven Bran said nothing, silently watching all of this.

After the man and the bird finished bickering, it was finally time for serious business.

"Thank you for your favor!"

William took a deep breath, lit the Candle, set up the Ritual, placed a book with a blue leather cover in the center of the Ritual, and began to pray:

"Founder of the Occultism of the Mortal World, inspirer of modern science, wielder of the unexpected, Aaron Sotos!"

Plymouth, outskirts.

"Currently, the goal of our Invisible Cult is to focus on grasping clues about these three major organizations... So, meeting adjourned!"

Seeing this, Aaron did not say much more.

"If I know so much, will it lead to me being silenced?" Metana was like a frightened little deer.

"I pray to you, I beg for your gaze, I beg for your power... I beg you, crush this Magical Item for me!"

This was the content that automatically appeared in William's mind after the gathering.

Bran cried out: "Fate is not a domain that Sovereigns can involve themselves in... even those ancient ones... uh... I cannot speak their names, anyway, you just need to know that a long, long time ago... that existence named the 'Spirit of Falsehood' snatched the authority of 'Fate' from the hands of a very terrifying existence. Since then, only He and those He favors can visit the domain of Fate..."

"Yeah..."

"Fate? What's wrong?"

Originally, he had planned to scrap the identity of the God's Messenger 'Yasuo' on these three Evil Domain organizations.

Bran was like a madman, almost unable to speak coherently.

But his Spirituality was frantically warning him, knowing that it was not that the white flames had no temperature, but that the heat was entirely restrained!

'This is the spiritual pollution contained within this item, which has also been resolved.'

That human figure had a blurred face, and the Spiritual Ether on its head was like a crown, carrying the ancient majesty of the Spirit World.

His Spirituality automatically manifested a kind of longing.

—The power of the "Green Forest Earl" had descended!

"Sounds so strong... an existence above the Sovereign Above? A Sovereign?"

Immediately, he carefully sealed that material with Spirituality and put it away.

Seeing that others also had puzzled expressions, Aaron tapped the back of his chair and said with a smile.

Roar!

"As expected of the 'Invisible Cult', such secret knowledge is told to us so casually..." Yefunai, however, saw other aspects.

After all, there were too many identities and masks, and he was too lazy to maintain them, so he had to let them die heroically.

Before William could even sigh with emotion in his heart, he saw the pure white flames, which seemed to have not the slightest temperature and radiated neither light nor heat, slowly envelop the book that was a Magical Item.

Without needing divination, he knew this was the main material he had dreamed of, enough to allow him to push open the door to the Fourth Primordial Substance.

It saw the Candle representing the object of the Prayer suddenly blaze fiercely, and a human Shadow emerged within the firelight.

William rubbed his chin: "I have actually heard my ancestors mention... the 'Mother of Night', the Lord of Buried Bones, and that Hidden Existence worshipped by the Witch Sisterhood, called the 'Underworld Moon', are all parts of a terrifying Fate-Master!"

Before the words had even faded, William saw the raven Bran with an expression as if he were about to faint, and even the line of blood on his forehead showed a tendency to split open: "What? Your ancestor told you even such high-level knowledge? But you must be careful, Secrecy will yield to higher Secrecy... the more you know, the easier it is to attract misfortune!"

(End of this chapter)