Chapter 600: Arriving One After Another

Lei Kedun calmly glanced at Daniz, who was still in a sleeping state, and said in an even tone:

"It's not a deep-level parasitism; later have him pray to Mr. Fool and perform the appropriate ritual to cleanse the A Meng from his body."

Anderson nodded, about to say more, when he saw Lei Kedun produce from somewhere a strange crown covered in rust and blood, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his eyes could not leave the crown.

Gulu! A gulping sound came from his throat.

Noticing Anderson's reaction, Lei Kedun chuckled lightly and explained, "This is a Conqueror trait, the first sequence of the Hunter path."

"If you can help others slay Yinsi Zangweier and rescue the city's inhabitants as much as possible, I can ask Medici to separate an extraordinary Iron-Blooded Knight trait for you as a reward."

As he spoke, specks of starlight spilled from his fingertips, rapidly coalescing and flowing, tearing an eye-shaped fissure in midair that connected to a region of the spirit realm.

The strange crown, full of rust and blood, was thrown by him through the fissure into the spirit realm, where it was caught by a pale-skinned arm.

Anderson's gaze followed the arm and saw clearly the person who had caught that Conqueror trait.

He wore a simple, plain linen robe, was tall and slender, with soft features and a handsome face, silver hair reaching his back, and behind him layered, ethereal pure wings formed by successive bands of light.

Anderson's gaze met the other's across the boundary of reality and the spirit realm; he involuntarily shivered, seeing cold indifference and detachment in the other's eyes, as if observing fate and every person in the world from a spectator's stance.

The fissure torn by the starlight vanished quickly; Anderson turned his head toward Lei Kedun, opened his mouth, and murmured:

"Who is he?"

"Swallow-Tailer Wu Luoliu Si."

Lei Kedun replied calmly, his body instantly becoming transparent, like a statue formed from countless gathered starlights.

The statue shattered, brilliant specks of starlight surged and pierced into Daniz's body.

The next second, a massive, ancient, mottled phantom appeared above Daniz's head.

The phantom resembled the surface of a stone-carved wall clock, divided into twelve sections, each gray-white or bluish-black, intermingled yet clearly bounded, each bearing a different symbol.

As the wall-clock phantom materialized, specks of dazzling starlight reflected, skittering across its surface, tracing one mysterious symbol after another, and a single cold, indifferent eye.

"Daniz's body has become their battlefield."

Anderson muttered instinctively, then quickly composed himself, clasped his hands, bowed his head, and prayed in ancient Hermes language to Mr. Fool: "Fool beyond this age, the mysterious ruler above the gray mist, the yellow‑black king who commands good fortune."

In the Pas River Valley, a bright red full moon rose slowly in the sky accompanied by the cries of a baby; the dusk sky was instantly replaced by night, and the surrounding spirits began to proliferate wildly, enhancing effects such as inspiration and death.

Under the deep red moonlight, all creatures gradually became infected with madness, spawning twisted, dark thoughts from their hearts, some dying outright, some mutating, some suddenly going berserk and attacking others.

In this state, feelings of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly through the air, as if the entire Pas River Valley were shrouded in a curse.

At the same time, a pair of massive arms suddenly emerged from the spirit realm, plunging straight into the ground; their surfaces were coated with a black, viscous film that seemed to ooze an alien liquid, quickly spreading outward, eroding the void, disrupting the overlap of reality and the spirit realm, and mystically isolating the Pas River Valley.

In the Red Rose Church along the Black Road shore, an almost imperceptible sigh echoed out of nowhere; surrounding shadows and darkness instantly came to life, surging like a tide, rapidly spreading outward, covering those and things ensnared by the curse.

The shadows quickly slipped away, and Sasilier's figure stood silently in midair; layers of void-black wings descended behind him, covering most of his body, like an angel stepping out of a mural.

Below his feet, shadows writhed rapidly, forming bizarre, uncontrolled independent creatures, born from the fallen thoughts and shadows cultivated in the hearts of nearby people by the curse.

These fallen creatures disintegrated as soon as they appeared, turning into a black, viscous, foul‑scented "sea" that in turn infected the surrounding black slime, which seemed to ooze an alien liquid.

Simultaneously, a beautiful female figure emerged from the shadows beside Sasilier.

Her hair was jet‑black and glossy, tied into a high bun; her ears were slightly pointed, features delicate, brown eyes a bit vacant and lifeless, lacking any spirit.

She was the soul of the shepherded Disaster Queen Gao Xiname.

With Gao Xiname's appearance, heavy clouds gathered in an instant, obscuring most of the red moon's light.

Silver‑white electric serpents leapt out, bearing a violently destructive aura as solid as matter, swarming toward the massive arms embedded in the ground, shrouding a several‑hundred‑meter area in a thunder‑forest as if a calamity had descended. These bolts pierced the barrier between reality and the spirit realm, completely enveloping a gigantic, uncanny cloth doll whose eyes were blood‑red, whose body bore countless mysterious sigils and was entwined with alien vines, attempting to destroy it outright.

In Yin Si Ni Si City, outside the lightning storm, an elderly man in a simple hemp robe, with blood‑red eyes, hair black at the roots and white at the tips, sharp features and a completely smooth face, silently stepped out of a protruding window.

His body was semi‑transparent, like a vengeful spirit or ghostly entity; his bright red eyes were especially cold, devoid of any emotion.

In his hand he held a fist‑sized crystal sphere, blood‑red in hue, its surface engraved with numerous ancient mysterious patterns that appeared as different arcs from different angles, like moons at various times.

The second angel of the Rose School's indulgent faction, the "King of Curses" Balanka!

When no one was watching, he had silently slipped into the Pas River Valley.

Crimson moonlight burst from the crystal sphere in Balanka's hand, quickly enveloping the entire city as if it were a night of blood moon.

Unconsciously, the city grew unusually quiet, even the chirping of insects vanished.

The elderly man's expression, as he walked slowly through the city, gradually grew cold and twisted, his eyes unable to hide the madness and brutality within.

His figure faded away swiftly, and in less than a second reappeared.

"An inescapable dream"

Amid his murmuring, a towering figure nearly 2.3 meters tall emerged from the shadows at the street's end.

His back was slightly hunched, hair completely white, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars at his mouth, clad in a deep‑black clerical robe; his deep brown eyes were profound and calm, appearing like a very aged priest or bishop.

The elderly priest of giant lineage, standing in the shadows, gazed at the old man bathed in moonlight across the street, and said calmly, "I am the Lord's Holy Word Angel, tasked with inspecting the Lord's pasture."

"Vile intruder, this is the dream I have woven for you, and the battlefield and tomb I have chosen for you."

"Hmph! The faith here belongs only to the Mother Tree."

Balanka snorted coldly; before he could finish speaking, he sensed a shift in the dream, his connection to the outside world was completely severed, and he was utterly trapped within this dream.

In an instant, Balanka recovered, his face grim as he looked toward the "Profane Elder" Si Ti Fu, who had placed himself in the shadows.

"Profane Elder," also tending the souls of the "Audience" saints; otherwise I wouldn't have been so careless. A thought flashed in his mind; Balanka lifted the crimson crystal sphere, its scarlet moonlight interacting as if solid, and conjured out of thin air a vague, illusory gate etched with numerous mysterious sigils.

In the next instant, countless stars fell around, surging like crashing waves, sealing the illusory "Summoning Gate".

Si Ti Fu's eyes instantly turned pale gold and narrowed, while a raging wind rose around him, seeming both from reality and from illusion.

The wind carried a certain frantic, chaotic will, blowing toward Balanka, tearing at his body, shaking his mind and spirit, briefly plunging him into an uncontrollable state, trembling all over as he stood rooted.

The falling starlight in midair rapidly coalesced, forming heavy, sharp, devastating spears that fell swiftly, piercing and tearing Balanka's body in multiple places.

Balanka's body, pierced by the starlight spears, instantly became ethereal, dyed a moon‑like crimson, disintegrating into shards of red phosphorus that vanished into the air.

Upstream of the Pas River Valley, near the Fengshou Plain in Tuoke City, a young man with chestnut long hair, azure eyes, tall and handsome, walked the street with an unusually calm expression.

His gaze was deep as he looked toward the distance, toward the downstream of the Pas River Valley, the direction of Yin Si Ni Si and the Northern Province.

At a moment, he suddenly halted, his eyes calmly watching the continuously falling teal vines around him, a hint of doubt flashing in his gaze.

The bluish-green vines covered the surroundings like a downpour, they twined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest isolated from the real space.

Bernadette's silhouette appeared on a swing suspended in midair, she sat cross-legged on it, looking down at Bonova that had suddenly appeared in the southern continent.

(End of chapter)