Chapter 592: Sudden Encounter

Deep in the Spirit Realm, countless pieces of knowledge converged into an information torrent that surged like a tide, swiftly roaming to the Spirit Realm region corresponding to the Northern Province capital Hitron.

The barely observable dim glimmer rapidly collapsed inward, reconstituting Reketon's body from a massive, pure knowledge.

A pale violet radiance flowed in his eyes; his gaze easily pierced the barrier between the Spirit Realm and reality, searching within Hitron City for the Insi Zangweier possessed by a red angel demon.

Without much effort, he spotted the former Black Night Church archbishop Insi Zangweier, tightly wrapped in his own shroud, on a platform of a steam train station.

"A demon that merely holds the title of Angelic King, a rebellious quill that constantly seeks to write its holder's death, with no counter‑divination or prophecy ability—truly unchallenging."

Reketon muttered softly as he stepped out of the Spirit Realm.

The next instant, a sudden upheaval: the surrounding Spirit Realm was suddenly coated with a viscous black liquid, causing the nearby spirits to mutate, as if forming layer upon layer of barriers that interfered with the overlap of reality and the Spirit Realm.

Reketon's entry into the Spirit Realm was interrupted; the surrounding Spirit Realm sealed off, and the figure that should have appeared in reality remained frozen in place.

"... my stinky mouth!"

Reketon fell silent for a moment, unsure whether to lament his own misfortune or Adam's swiftness.

While he sighed, the viscous black liquid coating the surrounding Spirit Realm sprouted pale skull heads, eyes with obvious blood vessels, tongues bearing sharp fangs, and all manner of grotesque forms. An overwhelming sense of extreme evil and madness spread rapidly, turning the once bright, vivid colors into chaos. This aberration and lunacy, racing through the Spirit Realm, infected nearby creatures' minds, causing some to go berserk, some to burst outright, others to undergo mutations.

Before Reketon could react, an extremely aberrant, soul‑piercing howl suddenly echoed from afar, making his spirit tremble, his body stiffen, his mind go blank, and briefly lose all thought.

The various grotesque entities that had emerged from the viscous black liquid suddenly swelled, rushed toward Reketon, revealing rows of sharp‑toothed mouths that lunged at his body.

Reketon's rigid body suddenly became transparent and illusory, turning into a mass of bubbles that scattered as the surrounding aberrant creatures tore at him.

The next second, his figure materialized in another Spirit Realm region, holding a dark, ancient horn imbued with a weighty, powerful resonance.

He pressed the horn to his lips and blew forcefully.

A low hum emanated from the horn, rapidly expanding outward; as the sound waves overlapped, the entities spawned from the aberrant viscous black liquid shattered.

With the continual layering of sound waves, even the space of the surrounding Spirit Realm began to collapse, black, deep fissures appearing densely, as if the area might at any moment crumble into void.

A cold, gloomy wind suddenly gusted, forcibly pulling Reketon's spirit as if to separate his soul from his flesh, making it hard for him to keep blowing the horn.

Snap! Reketon snapped his right hand, which wore a bronze mechanical glove; a dark‑red glow lit the glove's surface, outlining a heavy, imposing eye on the back of his hand.

The howling cold wind around him suddenly turned chaotic, forming a windless zone encircling him.

In an instant, a flash of silvery white flickered in his eyes, instantly deepening to a depth resembling the sea just before a storm.

In that state, he saw a twisted, aberrant doll brandishing intense malice toward him.

Its body was as massive as a small hill, its surface oozing aberrant viscous liquid; its facial features were compressed into a lump, yet its mouth was exaggerated, the corners stretching nearly to the ears, emitting a silent roar at him. In an instant, Reketon snapped back, realizing the vision was a prophecy born of his own inspiration.

Without hesitation, he produced an illusory hat from the void and placed it on his head.

His figure vanished, erasing all trace.

The next second, the surrounding Spirit Realm darkened abruptly, as if becoming a muddy abyss, from which twisted blood‑colored vines sprouted, segmented, each segment bearing four sharp fangs and an eye.

The blood vines grew wildly upward, quickly encircling the entire surrounding Spirit Realm area, forming an aberrant prison.

Woo~ woo~ an unknown source of chilling wind rose again, and ethereal, faintly greenish snowflakes drifted, each like a tiny mirror reflecting fragmented silhouettes.

From a sufficient distance one could see an ugly doll covered head to toe in aberrant symbols and patterns, exuding curses and ominous aura.

The faintly green snowflakes suddenly became chaotic and disordered, causing the reflected image of Suer A to blur. The chaos was brief; black viscous liquid seeped from the drifting snow, and soon the floating flakes vanished, leaving only the aberrant black liquid solidified from countless cursed auras.

The viscous black liquid became swiftly transparent, forming layer upon layer of barriers that imprisoned the surrounding Spirit Realm space, continually shrinking Reketon's maneuverability.

Crackle! The sound of a match being struck rang out.

Reketon then removed the illusory hat, revealing his form; around him, brilliant golden stars fell, emitting bright, clear light and a majestic solar aura.

Snap! Reketon raised his hand and snapped his fingers; dark‑red light coursed over the mechanical glove on his right hand, outlining an eye full of weight and authority.

The brilliant golden starlight suddenly flared intensely, like miniature suns, their majestic solar aura clashing with the surrounding extreme evil and madness curses.

The bright yellow light stood in stark contrast to the pitch‑black aberrant liquid, making the surrounding Spirit Realm appear like a monochrome painting.

During the stalemate, the figure of Divine Scourge Suer A silently materialized behind Reketon; its ugly doll body, as massive as a hill, was cloaked by the surrounding black viscous liquid, its aura unusually restrained, showing no trace.

The next second, the mythic‑form Suer A suddenly opened its mouth, unleashing an extremely aberrant, soul‑piercing roar.

Amid the bright yellow light, Reketon's body stiffened bit by bit, then shattered, turning into a dim yellow flame that vanished together with the surrounding golden stars.

Only the bronze mechanical glove remained on the ground; its five fingers clenched twice forcefully, then weakly released.

Silently, a tranquil, serene night fell over the area, draping like a veil over Divine Scourge Suer A.

The huge, ugly doll seemed to be erased piece by piece, disappearing from the Spirit Realm.

The bronze mechanical glove left behind suddenly raised its index and middle fingers toward the air, flashing a 'peace' sign.

The next second, fine cyan‑blue scales appeared on the glove, each symbolizing the storm domain and lighting up.

The surrounding airflow spun rapidly in circles, fierce wind colliding with air, producing an explosive sound as an unrestrained tornado suddenly rose from the ground.

Silvery white lightning serpents darted chaotically within the tornado, bearing a violently destructive aura as solid as matter, striking densely around, enveloping the Spirit Realm area wrapped in black viscous aberrant liquid with storm and thunder.

The grotesque entities that had sprouted from the black aberrant liquid were gradually annihilated by the silvery lightning, shattering, vaporizing, and vanishing in the gale.

Howling and spiraling, the tornado resembled a terrifying giant, wildly tearing the massive cage formed by the frenzied blood vines in the outer area, destroying it piece by piece, leaving no trace.

In the hidden world, a black tangle bristling with eyes and a huge ugly doll played a chase game in midair.

Reketon intermittently phased himself out, becoming non‑existent or a pure information entity, evading Divine Scourge Suer A's attacks while simulating the powers of the sun and storm domains to weaken its influence on the surroundings.

After silently counting thirty seconds in his mind, Reketon opened the hidden world.

The black tangle, sprouting countless bizarre, mad eyes, rapidly disintegrated into successive massive pure information streams, carrying the storm‑maintaining mechanical glove far away from this Spirit Realm sector.

Suer A's facial expression twisted, making its already ugly features indescribably grotesque.

Its right hand reached forward, suddenly elongating, instantly spanning the distance to appear beside the information‑state Reketon.

On that arm, the black, sticky aberrant liquid continuously seeped, instantly sprouting numerous pale skull heads and fanged tongues. These grotesque forms emitted a mournful howl, affecting nearby spirits, reducing the body's harmony with the soul, turning the body gradually into a spirit cage.

The information torrent surging forward slowed incrementally, as if growing heavier.

Deep in the Spirit Realm, a sun drawn like a child's doodle appeared, bathing the surrounding realm in a purifying radiance.

Suer A's influence quickly dissolved; Reketon, in his information‑stream form, seized the chance and swiftly shook off the Rose School's "Divine Scourge".

(End of Chapter)