Chapter 664: Ambush and Escape

Even Si E A Na Xie's grotesquely ugly giant ragdoll form was forcibly altered, turning into a huge sheep doll wearing a floral checkered dress, a pink bow, and flashing a sweet smile.

Si E A's gaze grew hazy; their cognition became confused, unable to distinguish illusion from reality, and they gradually imagined themselves as a sheep living on the steppe rather than the leader of the Rose School, a son of God, Sequence One's "Divine Scion".

As this perception deepened, they could no longer control their body, and, following the surrounding bodies swaying to the music played by the "angels", they began to move, dancing a somewhat joyous, somewhat foolish dance.

Until a scarlet full moon rose, confronting the "Sun" guarded by numerous "angels".

Under the moonlight, everything mutated rapidly: gray‑white marble oozed a black, viscous fluid, turning pitch black; brightly colored flowers sprouted pale skull heads, eyes with prominent veins, tongues bearing sharp teeth. An extreme sense of evil and madness spread swiftly, and the once pure and holy "Heaven" became corrupted and fallen, no longer harmonious.

In the crimson moonlight, the huge sheep doll in the floral dress and pink bow suddenly had its eyes turn scarlet, pouring out an uncontainable fury and malice.

Its two hands sprouted sharp claws, which it drove forcefully into its own head—proportional 1:1 to its body—ripping open its flesh to reveal the bright red blood filling it.

The bright red blood, saturated with filth, corrosion, pollution, decay and cursed overtones, instantly engulfed the imposed skin, revealing Si E A's mythic creature form: curved goat horns, a pair of massive membranous wings on its back, and a grotesque ragdoll body entwined with vines and flowers.

Under the red moon, Si E A's spirit became unusually active, as if the entire ragdoll were boiling.

The scarlet moonlight spontaneously converged in midair, highlighting a grotesquely twisted scene: a man, his body swathed in bandages with red roses sprouting from within, hung upside down from a misshapen tree, struggling and howling in pain.

Their voice echoed out of nowhere around them, extremely bizarre and irresistible.

The "angels" bearing pure white wings and cloaked in a layer of light armor fell from the sky, their once pristine symbolism stained with black blemishes, tainted by madness and curses; some died outright, some mutated, some turned on their own, leaving a brief window of ineffective response.

The massive pure "Sun" enshrouded in countless holy flames suddenly shattered, becoming a blazing white streak of light, like an unstoppable storm, slamming into the moonlit area cast by the scarlet full moon.

The image formed by the scarlet moonlight shattered instantly, and even the surrounding moonlight vanished completely.

Si E A's scarlet eyes glared venomously at the surrounding blazing white light; their mouth opened, emitting a silent, sharp scream.

The formless light quivered briefly, then collapsed, breaking into countless strands of chaotic knowledge, becoming a pure information‑stream entity that passed through the giant ragdoll's body, gathered on the other side of the spirit realm, and reconstituted Leikdon's body.

Flooded with massive, useless, chaotic knowledge, Si E A briefly fell into a daze.

Behind them, a pair of eyes silently emerged—dark golden vertical pupils, their irises dimly glowing, as if harboring an unreal, boundless maze.

A whimpering wind rose around, seeming both from reality and from illusion.

That wind carried an extremely terrifying, irresistible will, sweeping over Si E A's body, mind, and spirit, plunging them into a state beyond their control.

Without any warning, countless silvery‑white bolts of lightning fell from nowhere, bearing a savage, destructive aura that completely engulfed Si E A.

The next instant, Leikdon's body turned charred, fissuring inch by inch, shattering into a mass of illusory bubbles that, against the surrounding spirit realm backdrop, reflected rainbow light.

Moments later, Leikdon's form reappeared in place, their body somewhat ethereal, as if it barely existed.

They had just become an information torrent, penetrating Si E A's body and injecting data into their mind, while simultaneously establishing a link with Si E A, completing a "Source of Curse".

Under the blanket of silvery‑white lightning, countless disjointed, seemingly incorporeal shadows burst from the lightning's shroud, surging into the depths of the spirit realm.

As the rampant silvery‑white lightning waned, Leikdon saw Sasilier emerge from the flickering white arcs, still holding in their right hand a "Spiritual Flesh Blade" that was disintegrating.

When Leikdon looked over, Sasilier gave a slight nod, raised their left hand, revealing a palm‑sized strange puppet, and chuckled:

"They left behind the trait of an ancient evil artifact and fled directly; it likely stems from a demonic substitute ability, since personal will, unique psyche, and inclined desire make a demon's talents always odd—nothing surprising when something appears,"

"I just placed something in their mind; the 'Mother Tree' should soon purge it, but before that they will encounter Ba Lan Ka, triggering some psychological cues you left on Ba Lan Ka, causing a split in their spirit. It's not severe, yet sufficiently covert and, when needed, lethal,"

Leikdon nodded; when blocked by Si E A, they immediately informed Sasilier. For someone who commands knowledge and information, arranging a spontaneous plan to bypass Si E A was not difficult.

This place is not far from Pas River Valley; as long as I linger a bit to create enough commotion to draw attention, Sasilier can easily slip in and execute a surprise attack on Si E A.

The only surprise was that this Rose School "Divine Scion" fled more decisively than I expected, even leaving the trait of an ancient evil artifact. Had they left the trait of a "Silent Disciple" or a "Puppet" instead, they probably couldn't have escaped Sasilier; though brief, what I sensed just now was unmistakably the will of the True Creator.

As thoughts drifted, they glanced toward the ancient forest beyond the spirit realm and calmly asked, "Shall we go? Fu Sa Ke will most likely abandon this colony and not clash with us at this moment."

"You go. If I go, Ba De Hai Er might descend directly as a deity,"

Sasilier shook their head, tossed the strange puppet in their hand to Leikdon, and said:

"You keep it; forge it into a wondrous item or something peculiar, it can still serve a purpose,"

Leikdon nodded, reached out to take it, and examined the strange puppet. It wasn't merely a blend of traits; it resembled a mystic puppet, bearing its own curse and contamination, with lingering aura of the "Desire Mother Tree".

It could be used for fishing—never mind; if the fish you catch eats the bait and then escapes, that'd be awkward.

While pondering, specks of starlight flickered into view, swiftly retracting, forming odd patterns that etched onto the surface of the mystic puppet, sealing it.

Having done all this, they nodded at Sasilier, then their body dematerialized, breaking into countless chaotic streams of information—terrifyingly massive—that surged toward the ancient forest beyond the spirit realm.

Mihir Port, unlike the bright outside world, seems frozen in a night; those trapped here have their memories repeatedly erased, caught in a loop.

Near the left side of Harbor Avenue by the dock district, inside the towering Twilight Church, Si Na Er Na, cloaked in a dark red coat, sighed as they looked at Archbishop You Nie Jin, who knelt before the holy emblem praying repeatedly, and asked irritably:

"Still no response?"

They and the Archbishop of the War God Church are the only two who remain lucid; one possesses angelic power and stature, the other enjoys the protection of the "War God".

You Nie Jin was silent for two seconds, shook their head, and sighed:

"I have received a divine edict to lead the faithful to evacuate the Southern Continent and abandon the ancient forest,"

Si Na Er Na froze briefly, looking at You Nie Jin in disbelief, and asked, "Is this truly a divine edict?"

If it were a fabricated false edict by some entity, changing the scene or identity, they would certainly voice their inner doubts provocatively.

You Nie Jin nodded, their tone returning to its usual calm, and said:

"His Highness the 'Sword of Glory' is on the way; they will meet us and evacuate the ancient forest,"

"If you can avoid those two's gaze, you may also lead part of the army and faithful deep into East Bairang; Archbishop Di Ke Si Er on the Hajat Plains and the 'Silver Executioner' Quisti will provide some cover,"

"Unless those two have secret authority to aid them, no one can guarantee they can evade the two beings that dominate mind and information,"

Si Na Er Na sighed, shook their head, and did not continue the topic.

Wave after wave of information torrents poured into Mihir Port, converging before Wu Luo Liu Si, reconstituting Leikdon's body.

"Long time no see,"

Leikdon gave Wu Luo Liu Si a brief greeting; the latter gave an expressionless nod and then fell silent.

Compared to the Angel King, they resembled an autistic child; the ancient Sun God of the old civilization certainly never fathered anyone, and the children raised around them were all troubled.

Muttering under their breath, Leikdon looked back at Wu Luo Liu Si and calmly said:

"Let's go talk to the leader inside; this kind of reset can only drive them mad, not starve them to death,"

(End of Chapter)