Chapter 699: Successful Suicide

"There is no illusion; what you see is the truth," Lei Kedun emphasized softly.

"Heh, is that so? Then have you, after all that delay, opened a way out?"

Meidiqi snickered, and as the words fell, the flames on his body roared and surged, constantly expanding, igniting the surroundings and creating an exaggerated crimson sea of fire.

The crimson flames writhed, coalescing into one exaggerated fire serpent after another, trying to engulf Lei Kedun.

The moment a fire serpent touched him, Lei Kedun glanced at Meidiqi and smiled; his body instantly became illusory, turning into a mass of bubbles.

Those bubbles, illuminated by the firelight, reflected crimson hues, scattering and drifting away in an instant.

Above the Furious Sea, a light formed from countless tangled strands of knowledge materialized out of nowhere, surging rapidly and reconstituting Lei Kedun's body.

Scanning the surroundings, he reached into the void before him, tugged, and a book shrouded in black mist was pulled out of the emptiness.

Beneath the black mist, crimson, pale violet, and blazing white flames constantly leapt, trying to set the book ablaze.

"Guess where I'll toss this book—into the starry sky or underground?"

Lei Kedun's words made the book in his hand shake even more violently, with lightning, frost, and flames spreading, as if various calamities were brewing inside.

Lei Kedun restrained the book with one hand so it wouldn't leave him; with his index finger of the other hand, he generated sparkling starlight, conjuring a highly complex, mysterious three‑dimensional sigil out of thin air and imprinting it onto the illusory book.

The sigil originates from the Pale Death; when he previously reforged this wondrous item, he also parsed the knowledge and abilities it contained.

As the sigil descended and was inscribed into the book, the slowly swirling black mist on the illusory book solidified.

Beneath the black mist, the writhing flames, frost, and lightning began to weaken, the brewing calamities ceased, and Meidiqi's aura faded bit by bit, as if racing toward the endpoint of death.

Watching the book in his hand become increasingly transparent and illusory, as if about to vanish, Lei Kedun casually tossed it toward the sea below; specks of starlight accompanied it as it sank into the surface and descended into the depths of the Furious Sea.

"It's a pity I lack the authority of the 'Earth' and can't split the ground; otherwise I'd certainly plunge you into the 'Chaotic Sea.'"

He murmured softly, and Lei Kedun's body instantly became illusory, breaking into countless strands of tangled information that surged into the spirit realm like an information torrent.

In the Abandoned Divine Land, the historical projection of Lei Kedun summoned by Ke Lai En suddenly became vivid and animated.

He calmly surveyed the surroundings and saw the historical projections of Chala Tu, An Ti Ge Nusi before becoming half a Fool, Lu En's founder William Augustus I, and Mr. Men from his ordinary angelic period.

In this era, Mr. Men appeared as a relatively young gentleman, handsome yet stiff, with void‑black hair and a pair of deep azure, divine eyes.

With so many historical projections, wouldn't Ke Lai En be drained outright? Moreover, could this lineup really not attract the wandering "Wu An Mo Lang" in the Abandoned Divine Land? As the thought drifted, his gaze fell on Ke Lai En, and within his eyes coalesced one complex, illusory sigil after another.

In an instant, a massive torrent of tangled, useless knowledge was forcefully poured into Ke Lai En's mind.

In a daze, Ke Lai En felt his head as if about to explode, the intense pain sapped his spirit, yet his body strangely remained unharmed.

A Meng's silhouette silently appeared before Lei Kedun; he adjusted his monocle with one hand, looked at Ke Lai En, and said with keen interest, "Interesting."

As He spoke, transparent tentacles adorned with mysterious patterns lashed out, while around them a uniquely shaped monster hovered mid‑air, like a ham awaiting to be air‑dried.

An Ti Ge Nusi spoke in a hoarse tone, like a puppet devoid of intonation, and said:

"I wish, may the Divine Kingdom descend."

He did not use Giant, Dragon, or Elf tongues, yet his voice could still manipulate nature; its intonation resembled a wolf's howl, the language of the demon wolves.

As His words fell, the surrounding darkness suddenly thickened and became viscous, surging like tide, as if alive, rushing from all directions toward A Meng, trying to drown Him.

Wherever darkness engulfed and shrouded, all monsters instantly turned into secret idols.

This power of "Darkness" and "Fool" was once wielded by the ancient god "Destruction Demon Wolf" Fu Lei Ge La! An Ti Ge Nusi used a miracle to partially manifest his father's Divine Kingdom into the real world.

A Meng's silhouette rapidly swelled in the darkness, becoming as tall as a small hill; the darkness brought by the ancient god's Divine Kingdom surged around Him yet never truly engulfed Him, as if existing between two worlds. Simultaneously, Alianna emerged from concealment, silently moving behind A Meng, wielding a bone‑crafted longsword etched with strange patterns, she thrust it toward A Meng, wrapped in extreme darkness.

The blank‑stared William Augustus I clenched his right fist and slammed it at A Meng, applying "Execution."

Mr. Men's historical projection vanished instantly, then reappeared in all directions around A Meng; everywhere were Mr. Men's figures, each real and capable of wielding their extraordinary abilities.

Some of Mr. Men's silhouettes had eyes flashing pure azure light, as if containing layers upon layers of illusory doors.

The remaining Mr. Men silhouettes reflected an illusory, slowly turning book in their eyes, beginning to employ various powerful extraordinary abilities they had recorded.

The surrounding darkness deepened further, rings of silvery white ripples radiated outward as if influencing fate, and black, violet‑red, and blazing white flames materialized from nothing.

Simultaneously, starlight continuously pierced out, swirling and shifting around A Meng, forming one door after another.

On the nearby ground, Ke Lai En's complexion turned pale in an instant; he had repeatedly borrowed false spirit from his past self several times, yet his spirit remained insufficient and could at any moment fail to sustain the drain of these historical projections.

"Mr. Men is truly formidable; a single person's drain on my spirit exceeds the total of several angelic beings. In the future I must not casually summon historical projections via the 'Apprentice' route."

As he muttered to himself, preparing to commit suicide again, a "tick‑tock" sound suddenly rang in his ears, and the whole world seemed frozen for a moment before quickly returning to normal.

Then he saw that the attacks from numerous angelic projections all malfunctioned; their targets were all altered to Chala Tu's historical projection.

In a fleeting instant, Chala Tu's historical projection endured fire, lightning, slumber, concealment, and tearing—numerous assaults.

Even the "Mysterious Secret Servant," adept at fleeing and survival, could not evade so many attacks and had its historical projection destroyed in an instant.

As Chala Tu withdrew, the three historical projections it had summoned also vanished.

A Meng's silhouette quietly returned to normal, landing on the ground, looking at the Lei Kedun who had been watching the scene without acting, and chuckled, "How do you intend to stop me?"

As He spoke, an ancient, mottled wall‑clock phantom materialized behind Him, its longest hand spinning at extreme speed.

In his eyes, radiant light continuously flowed, coalescing one complex sigil after another; Lei Kedun's figure vanished instantly, and alongside him disappeared Alianna, who had entered concealment.

Almost as A Meng stole the duration of the historical projection, Ke Lai En deep‑voiced a name: "Lie Ao De Luo."

Boom!

Successfully uttering the name briefly filled Ke Lai En's heart with joy, then his vision was engulfed by blinding silvery white, and he lost all sensation and life.

Relying on the divine power of the "Lord of Storms" left in the Abandoned Divine Land, Ke Lai En, while the historical projection blocked A Meng, successfully completed suicide.

This was the message Lei Kedun sent to Ke Lai En when, after failing to kill him directly, Chala Tu and others delayed A Meng, giving him a chance to commit suicide.

The blinding silvery white did not last long; when all the electric arcs faded, a layer of ground had vanished, leaving a pitted, glass‑like soil and a pungent burnt smell.

A Meng stood calmly in place, gazing for a while at the spot where Ke Lai En's figure had vanished, exhaling a long breath, "A familiar feeling, the eternally detestable Lie Ao De Luo."

As His words fell, silvery white again began to gather in the sky, yet never formed, as if an error occurred, unable to find a target.

The frequently leaping lightning in the sky brightened the surroundings considerably; A Meng casually removed the monocle from his right eye, noticing a slender crack on the lens that had appeared at some point.

Above the gray mist, Ke Lai En's silhouette quietly emerged.

He exhaled a long breath, sat on the high‑back chair belonging to the "Fool," gazed at the surrounding illusory stars that repeatedly contracted and expanded, sending deep‑red ripples, and a relieved smile curled at his mouth.

"Fortunately, if it weren't for the Tarot Society members' prayers—made for various reasons—pulling on my spirit, I would have revived right there and then been caught by A Meng again."

He let out a sigh, began to examine them one by one, and then responded to the Tarot Society members' prayers.

(End of chapter)