Chapter 711: Luck and Wisdom Coexist

Lei Ke Dun turned into an information torrent, swiftly coursing through the city and taking in everything around into his sight.

It is vastly different from when he last came; Fu Sa Ke and Fei Nei Bo Te's armies have already neared the metropolis, striking the last line of defense that Lu En's military and the Church have set up on the city's outskirts.

In the Queen's District, within the imperial palace of the Lu En royal Augustus family, wave after wave of massive, tangled information formed an illusory torrent that surged in from all directions.

The moment he entered the palace, the information torrent collapsed uncontrollably and reconstituted into Lei Ke Dun's form; the local rules became twisted and chaotic, unlike the outside world, causing Lei Ke Dun to be unable to maintain his information‑being shape.

In a lavishly decorated basement resembling a palace hall, Wei Lian Augustus I, cloaked in a dark‑red greatcoat, sat upright on the highest‑backed chair against the wall, his expression focused like a statue.

His aura was twisted and mad, one eye sapphire blue, the other dark red, his expression restrained as if he were suppressing the madness surging within.

In the silent hall, brilliant specks of starlight surged, piercing the ceiling, the walls, and the tightly shut doors.

They rushed rapidly, the star fragments coalescing inside to reveal Lei Ke Dun's silhouette.

This ability is a precursor to information‑based powers; the two are similar yet not identical. After losing the information ability, the power to turn his own essence into starlight remained.

The moment he manifested, the surrounding air inexplicably thickened, as if forming layer upon layer of barriers that tried to bind him in place and restrict his movement.

At the same time, Wei Lian Augustus I's voice, heavy with authority, resonated:

"Here, mystery is weakened, reality is strengthened."

"Information exchange is prohibited here."

"Prohibited here."

Wei Lian Augustus I's voice suddenly stalled, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, and no sound could travel.

Interrupting Wei Lian Augustus I's decree, Lei Ke Dun extended his right hand forward and grasped at empty air.

The once ornate palace hall suddenly split with fissures, like a dilapidated tower on the brink of collapse.

Under the condition of weakened mystery and strengthened reality, the abilities of the Perfecter path were oddly amplified; although altering physical laws became harder, the effects achieved were greatly enhanced.

Wei Lian Augustus I suddenly rose from the high‑backed chair, reached into the void before him, and drew a silver‑white straight sword threaded with strands of dark red, appearing grotesquely twisted and chaotic.

The moment the sword materialized, the physical laws altered by Lei Ke Dun in the hall instantly descended into chaos.

The chaos was not wholly random; it shifted, to some extent, according to Wei Lian Augustus I's will.

The surrounding air seemed to become an extremely viscous, transparent liquid, firmly imprisoning Lei Ke Dun in place, making movement impossible.

Simultaneously, Wei Lian Augustus I's body leaked a mingling of silver‑white and pitch‑black liquid suffused with chaos and distortion, as if he were melting into a puddle to merge with the world's underlying rules.

In this state, Lei Ke Dun found it difficult to use his own stature and traits to modify the surrounding physical laws.

"Divinity is prohibited here!"

Another decree echoed around; whether Lei Ke Dun or Wei Lian Augustus I, the aura around them waned, and the special abilities granted by divinity briefly lost their effect.

Wei Lian Augustus I seemed to have accomplished a feat and, excitedly, proclaimed, "This is Lu En, this is Beckland, this is the Augustus family's stronghold that has been run for hundreds to thousands of years; even the incarnations of the gods cannot threaten me here."

Boom! Boom! A savage, illusory thunder cracked beside Lei Ke Dun's ears, as if a storm raged overhead; the surrounding light brightened dramatically, turning to noon under the sun.

Instinctively, Lei Ke Dun lifted his head; a flash of silvery light flickered in his eyes, instantly deepening to resemble the sea just before a storm.

The next second, his figure vanished on the spot, as Fo Er Si's summoned historical projection reached its maximum duration.

"Another 'Ancient Scholar' historical projection!"

Wei Lian Augustus I's expression soured instantly, black and silver liquid continuously streaming down his robes.

On the raging sea, the sunlight suddenly blazed, dispersing the lingering fog, dark clouds, and storm that had shrouded the waters; the weather turned unusually clear, as if time were fixed at noon.

Boom—!

A bolt of thunder cracked out of nowhere, and the weather over the Sunia Sea grew thick with clouds; silver‑white electric serpents writhed through the layered heavens, ready to strike. On the Southern Continent, the light dimmed to a deep, shadowy veil, rippling like a vast, dark ocean, with phantom wave sounds echoing in everyone's ears.

Above the dim ocean reflected from the spiritual realm, star after star emerged, dense and dazzling, making it feel as if night had fallen.

The brilliant, flickering starlight intermingled like scattered sand being stirred by two invisible giant hands.

Above Beckland, the sky changed rapidly; soon an orange‑red dusk spread, the sunset's glow bathing everyone—some excited, some heavy‑hearted, some beginning to whisper prayers.

Silently, a deep, tranquil night fell with specks of stars, sharing half the sky with the orange‑red dusk, opposite each other.

On the ground, the insects and beasts that had vanished under the war's fire reawakened, scrambling out of the earth and emitting high, joyous cries.

Trees shattered by artillery sprouted new shoots; green vines pushed through the ground, wall cracks, and stone‑slab gaps in the streets.

Even those wounded by the war's fallout began to see their injuries heal, their conditions improve; all living beings at that moment felt the joy of growth and rebirth.

In the plaza outside Saint Samuel Church, a place usually bustling with people now only saw occasional clergy.

Lun Na De stood at the edge of the plaza, his gaze fixed on the sudden night and dusk overhead, his expression growing solemn.

Because the front line was strained, his Red Glove squad became the Night Church's sole remaining force inside the city, tasked with guarding against possible ambushes and calming the increasingly restless believers.

He feared not entering the battlefield or fighting enemies head‑on, but the immense pressure of maintaining order and soothing the goddess's followers inside the city left him breathless.

After two seconds of silence, he suddenly turned his head and whispered, "Old man, nothing bad will happen now, will it?"

Pa Lie Si let out a chuckle, speaking lightly, "It's merely the normal progression of this war, or rather, now is the crucial moment of the war."

"What do you mean? That 'War God' Fu Sa Ke and the goddess herself have entered the fray?" Lun Na De swallowed, asking with difficulty.

"Precisely, the 'War God' has stormed into the deep‑dark Heaven of 'Night'."

"You must be cautious in the coming period; before the Divine War ends, real‑world combat will intensify, and the demigods and angels who were previously restrained will now throw their full strength into the battlefield."

"The astral realm is now a chaotic mess; all the true gods and evil gods are fighting their own battles, and I too must monitor the situation to prepare for what follows."

As his words faded, Pa Lie Si fell silent again, ignoring Lun Na De's calls without response.

The illusory, abstract astral realm, a phantom kingdom composed of countless books.

Wave after wave of tangled information formed an illusory torrent that surged through the gaps between stacked books, rapidly converging to reconstitute Lei Ke Dun's figure.

Ahead of him, an elderly man wearing a hood, his mouth, wrinkles, and white beard exposed, stood calmly among the many volumes.

In his left hand he held an open book, turning the pages one by one, deeply engrossed.

Lei Ke Dun gave a slight bow to the old man and said, "This should count as our first formal meeting."

After a brief pause, he continued:

Over in the godforsaken land, there is some trouble that needs you to look after; only A Meng has free time now to go over there and take away the first desecrated stone slab. After dealing with the 'steam', I will go over to help you.

The old man flipping through the books kept moving, not raising his head, and said, "This is the best situation, but based on my understanding of that person, they will inevitably take some measures in advance."

"Even though their will is not completely unified at present, on the crucial issue of defiling the stone tablet, they will certainly present a united front."

"Given the current situation, the only ones that can be drawn to them are Qi Ke and Fa Bu Ti; their conditions are not good, but they are enough to hold me off for a while until this war ends."

Lei Ke Dun nodded and sighed, "At least fate is on our side."

As he spoke, he took a milky‑white die from his pocket: the "Probability Die" that uniquely evolved from the path of "Fate".

He spun the Probability Die in his hand twice, then casually tossed it toward the old man before him: "In battles involving the True God, it can do little, but if it's to interfere with A Meng's 'steal' and 'fraud', it might prove quite useful."

The milky‑white die landed on the flipping books, rolled twice and then stopped on its own, six on top! Lei Ke Dun let out a light laugh, "Luck and wisdom coexist!"

(End of Chapter)