Chapter 390: A Point

After being struck repeatedly by silver‑white electric flashes, the spreading starlight could no longer converge inward as before; within the shards of starlight, the figure of Leiketon coalesced.

Silver‑white electric sparks still flickered on his body, delivering a strong paralytic effect that briefly left him rigid.

In the sky shrouded by heavy clouds and silver‑white lightning, an exaggerated human face large enough to cover the entire Baiyam appeared, its eyes and nose filled with silver‑white electric light, exuding an indescribable majesty.

A deep, suffocating anger, almost solidified, radiated from that face.

With its arrival, the Thunder Forest that had enveloped everything halted, and the surrounding wind and lightning all submitted to their king's feet.

At the same instant, Leiketon's sense of danger erupted wildly, as if ultimate peril had arrived; in a way he could not perceive, thoughts of escape or resistance could not even arise in his mind.

He bowed his head, daring not to look up at the face in the sky; if the Storm Lord deliberately showed him something, he would not wait for divine punishment—he would simply lose control and collapse on the spot.

His gaze fixed on the constantly rotating Probability Dice in his left palm, while his right index and middle fingers pinched the Fate Wheel Card upright.

From the corner of his eye he noticed A Meng's figure had somehow appeared beside him, also motionless, as if the Storm Lord's angry stare had affected this duplicate.

He quickly withdrew his eyes, paying little attention to A Meng's condition, and began the final preparation to survive, lest he be finished together with A Meng's duplicate.

As the thought struggled to turn, he started infusing spirit into the Fate Wheel Card, silently chanting in Dragon Language:

"The essence of knowledge, the source of mysteries, the brilliance of civilization, the guardianship of truth."

"Is it shameful to die together with He?"

"Generally speaking, dragging a duplicate of the Angel King to mutual destruction is enough to be recorded in legend, painted on murals, and praised by all."

A Meng's tone was flippant, as if he paid no mind to the Storm Lord above.

"Thank you for your kindness, I'm still young, I don't want to report to the underworld so early." The thought just surfaced when a crushing pressure from above surged, almost solidifying into force.

Leiketon's legs trembled slightly, nearly collapsing onto the charred ground.

The Probability Dice, destabilized by his earlier unsteadiness, fell from his hand, rolled several times, then settled with the six side up! Leiketon's eyes flickered, a strong unease spreading in his heart.

"A Meng!" a roar rang from above the clouds, as if from an endless height, from the dazzling star realm's Storm Abyss.

Sss! Sss! Sss! Silver‑white lightning cascaded like a waterfall, instantly enveloping everything around, drowning and destroying all.

The silver‑white light, bearing destruction and angry will, instantly shrouded A Meng, and likewise enveloped Leiketon nearby.

Inside a hotel in the Baiyam Dock Area, Kelei'en stood pale by the glass window.

"A Meng? A Meng in Baiyam? Did he provoke the Storm Church?"

Such power is certainly beyond what the temporary Angel of the Storm Church stationed in Baiyam could achieve; it was most likely the Storm Lord himself. Kelei'en glanced toward the bedroom door, hesitating whether to go above the gray mist.

No, A Meng can sense the aura of the source fortress above the gray mist; if he has a duplicate nearby, I'll be walking straight into the barrel.

Sigh~ I hope the Storm Church can eliminate A Meng directly, though most likely those here are just duplicates. Kelei'en's expression grew complex as he looked out at the layered heavy clouds, suddenly regretting not leaving Baiyam with Daniz yesterday.

At a private port outside Baiyam City, the Azure Avenger was moored, and A'erjie stood steadily at the bow, his deep eyes gazing at the massive dark clouds and the incessant lightning.

"What's happening again? Who dares to provoke the Storm Church at this hour? Just yesterday we received a mission from the Church, and today, ready to set sail, this occurs."

A'erjie's brows twisted into a sharp angle, his azure eyes deepening, feeling his mission was about to change again.

He turned to look behind; his crew had spontaneously gathered on deck, their expressions worried or tense, but after the exaggerated face appeared in the sky, they all bowed their heads and whispered prayers to the Storm Lord.

A'erjie silently stared at the outline of that exaggerated face in the sky, and the silver‑white lightning pouring like a waterfall; his heart hammered uncontrollably, ambition's flame rising within.

This is truly a power that can alter fate and reshape the world. Following the resurgence of "the Fool" gentleman, could I also reach this level, become a legendary angel, or even further?

Zz~ Zz~ The silver‑white lightning slanting from the layered clouds faded, leaving a huge, charred crater on the spot, with erratic silver‑white arcs constantly sparking. A cracked, charred dice trembled weakly at the crater's bottom; each silver‑white arc that raced across the dice puffed out some silver smoke.

Not far from it lay a single‑piece crystal eyeglass, quietly resting there, its surface riddled with large and small cracks, bearing faint melt marks.

In the next moment, a hand emerged from the void, picked up the eyeglass, and, under many gazes, retracted back into the void with the eyeglass.

A voice full of mockery and playfulness rang out, ignoring distance and echoing in everyone's ears.

"I've taken your church; perhaps when I'm bored I'll toss it to some conspicuous place for you to retrieve."

"Huh? This is…."

Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of lightning struck again, the surrounding air seemed to twist.

As the lightning fell, the already cracked dice shattered completely, turning into a mercury‑like liquid that slowly flowed and gathered into a circle.

In the surrounding void, one mercury‑colored complex symbol after another appeared, forming interconnected wheels, each surrounded by different markings.

It seemed countless illusory symbols of divergent destinies converged, flowing backward into reality.

The area destroyed by thunderlight became illusory, layered, with future fate overlapping a past moment.

The next instant, everything around reverted to its pre‑thunderlight state, including Leiketon and A Meng, who reappeared, but the all‑encompassing silver‑white radiance was gone.

"Fate reboot? This dice has that ability?"

"But I've already left, and now it pulls me back—now that's troublesome!"

Though he spoke of trouble, A Meng's tone showed no hint of pressure.

He casually slipped the single‑piece eyeglass back onto his right eye, as if the recent fate reboot hadn't fully affected him, more like he chose to return after discovering something fun.

Already rebooted once? Leiketon silently lowered his gaze to the Probability Dice in his hand, feeling a subtle change—perhaps it no longer resists him? "Six up," Leiketon muttered.

The Probability Dice in his palm spun spontaneously, then halted quickly, six side up!

As expected! Leiketon's right foot stepped back slightly, his body leaned back, arms spread, as if embracing the sun.

A magnificent pure, blazing light tore through the thick layered clouds, pure bright sunshine instantly illuminating all of Baiyam, forcibly turning the weather around.

His body suddenly became transparent, ethereal; invisible sharp wind blades sliced through, carving furrows and a heap of foam on the ground.

The foam, bathed in the light, reflected a fleeting dreamlike rainbow hue.

"Interesting!" A Meng still stood where he was, chuckling lightly.

The sharp wind blades brushed his body without a ripple, as if he were not there at all.

A Meng curiously examined the azure figure floating in mid‑air: though an old man with white beard and hair, his complexion was rosy, eyes bright as a man in his twenties or thirties; he wore a simple light‑blue robe, his aura like a bottomless calamity.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, letting out a disdainful chuckle:

"You old man still haven't died, quite resilient!"

"You once rebelled with those enraged folk, yet now you can't even become a pope, and a newcomer snatched it—how shameful!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In response to A Meng's words came a dense sheet of lightning; the dark clouds originally scattered by the sunlight disc quickly reassembled, and thick bolts of lightning fell, carrying a tangible destructive aura, striking densely all around and completely submerging A Meng.

(End of chapter)