Chapter 465: Strictly speaking, I am Its father

The distant Shengcheng, Saint Clement Cathedral.

Under this magnificent building symbolizing the center of the Empire's faith, in a secret room unknown to others, Pope Lake Gregory sat with his eyes closed on a stone chair, his hands clasped, performing his daily routine prayer.

Unlike the prayers of ordinary believers, the prayer of Gregory IX was not only a pouring out to the gods but also a ritual to communicate with Saint Xisi.

By connecting with the "Spirit Vein" beneath the Shengcheng, he could perceive the faith veins of the entire Empire, detect where faith was increasing, where faith was weakening, and where the power of Chaos was breeding...

Of course, this ritual wasn't always that useful, because people's faith often underwent pulse-like fluctuations with changes in living standards.

Plus, now that people put "Saint Xisi above" on their lips at every turn, even if it were Saint Xisi himself, he would probably feel confused by this vast noise like the sea.

Gods can still be confused, let alone mortals.

It was precisely because of this that many times Gregory IX was just going through the motions, playing the role of the Empire's "Spirit Keeper," guarding against potential dangers, and meditating with the help of the power of the Spirit Vein.

This was one of the benefits of being Pope.

Heroes often need to go through a thrilling adventure to become a legend, but the Pope only needs to sit in the basement of Saint Clement Cathedral and pray to achieve the same effect.

Just when Gregory was distracted in his heart, pondering what the abstract paintings popular in the Shengcheng recently were all about, a foul aura of unprecedented magnitude suddenly broke into his sea of consciousness, which had been peaceful until then.

Gregory IX opened his eyes suddenly.

Those eyes, which always carried kindness, were now written with astonishment and panic, and fine cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Such a terrifying aura!

That aura came from the far eastern border of the Empire, it seemed to be around Huang Tong Pass, right at the border between the Ryan Kingdom and the dwarf world.

"What is that thing..." he muttered in a low voice, then closed his eyes again, trying to trace the source of that aura with divine sense.

However, it was a pity.

The power of the Spirit Vein is limited.

He could only feel the ebb and flow of the power of faith, but couldn't see clearly what kind of blasphemy was hidden behind the raging waves, and even less could he see what kind of thing had stirred up this giant wave.

He could only vaguely feel that something terrible had descended on this land, and its threat even reached the level of triggering doomsday.

If that power were allowed to continue to ferment, this catastrophe could even turn the entire land into a wasteland!

Can't just sit and wait like this anymore—

Now is the time for the Inquisition to take action!

Thinking of the prophecy he had seen before, Gregory Pope's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his aging body stood up suddenly.

He pointed his withered finger at the candlestick on the side, and the silver bell tied to the candlestick shook.

"Ding-a-ling—"

The crisp bell sound didn't spread out of the secret room, but it seemed to cross the barrier of space and rang in the ear of another servant of the gods.

A moment later, the stone door of the secret room slid open silently, and a figure walked in respectfully.

The visitor was a middle-aged man wearing a pitch-black monk's robe; his face was as rigid as if carved by a knife, and his eyes didn't carry a trace of emotion, only absolute loyalty to the dogma.

He was the supreme commander of the Inquisition, Grand Inquisitor Jimenez.

Although the Inquisition of the Cathedral was not the strongest in the Empire, when facing hell and Chaos, they were far superior to ordinary transcendents.

"Your Holiness."

Jimenez knelt on one knee, performed an impeccable etiquette, and waited respectfully for the Pope to speak.

He knew that something big had happened.

"I saw the sky in the east pitch black, and the filth from the void pouring down like a waterfall onto the barren land... Do you still remember the prophecy I told you before? It might have really appeared."

Looking back at the Inquisitor, Gregory Pope's voice was a bit hoarse. "Tell me, has the Inquisition received any reports from the Ryan Kingdom recently?"

Jimenez looked up and answered respectfully.

"Reporting to Your Holiness, the Ryan Kingdom recently broke out in rebellion, and bandits named the Green Forest Army have swept through most of the Dusk Saint Saint Xingsheng. However, according to the bishop of the Ryan Kingdom, it still belongs to the category of mortal disputes and is far from being worth our worry."

"No, absolutely not." Gregory IX shook his head, his eyes unprecedentedly solemn, "Mortal rebellion could never trigger such pure evil; that is undoubtedly a ritual of Chaos... and, it is extremely likely that it has already been completed."

Looking at Jimenez whose face was gradually changing, Gregory IX used an unquestionable tone to issue the decree.

"Jimenez, I want you to do two things."

"Please give your orders." Jimenez said respectfully.

Gregory IX looked at him, and his voice continued to order majestically.

"The first thing, you immediately go to the Inquisition and start the ritual of 'Descent of the Archangel' in my name. I need the power of a 'Power Angel' to descend to the eastern border of the Empire and impose divine sanctions on the evil that is brewing there."

Hearing the word "Descent of the Angel," even a man like Jimenez, whose expression didn't change much, had his shoulders tremble uncontrollably.

That wasn't because of fear.

It was excitement!

Since he could remember, he had heard countless legends about angels, but had never seen one with his own eyes.

This was because in most cases, the corrosion born within the Empire didn't need angels to take action; those heroes chasing legends were enough to solve them.

Never expecting to witness the descent of an angel in his lifetime, Jimenez, as a fanatical believer, was incomparably excited in his heart.

Gregory IX looked at him and continued.

"In addition, I need you to gather the most elite 'Adjudicators' of the Inquisition and go to the Ryan Kingdom in person to quell the chaos!"

The Power Angel belongs to the second sequence of the nine-rank angels, and its power should be enough to sanction that distant evil.

However, Chaos would not disappear because of the death of the God-chosen; Gregory IX was also clear about this matter in his heart.

The Dusk Saint Saint Xingsheng of the Ryan Kingdom is too far from the core territory of the Empire, and the secular kings are often selfish and slow; only the Inquisition can completely eradicate the pollution there.

He knew very well that this might lead to overcorrection, but now was not the time to cherish feathers.

Jimenez's eyes were full of piety, and he nodded respectfully.

"As you command."

In front of Saint Clement Cathedral, a murderous aura shrouded the square that was usually crowded with people.

Teams of holy knights in silver armor stood solemnly at every intersection, forming a barrier that mortals could not cross.

Facing those who came to pray or make a pilgrimage, they politely persuaded the believers to return and guided the latter to other cathedrals in the city.

Although the believers were puzzled, facing the so-called will of God claimed by the holy knights, they could only leave with confusion and awe.

Just at this time, Baron Harvey Mitia passed by here.

He originally intended to retrieve the materials he had ordered from the pigment merchant, but was attracted by this abnormal scene in front of him.

He tidied his collar, walked up, and bowed to a holy knight who looked like a commander.

"Good day, Knight. May I ask... what happened here? Why block the Cathedral?"

That holy knight looked at him twice, naturally recognizing this noble gentleman, but didn't use the set of rhetoric used to deal with ordinary believers.

"The Pope is presiding over a ritual and needs to avoid idlers. It is not suitable for prayer here today; you should go to another cathedral."

"Ritual? May I ask what ritual it is?"

The holy knight hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice.

"I don't know the specific situation, I only heard... it seems that Chaos corrosion appeared in the east."

"East? Huang Tong Pass?"

"I don't know about that."

Seeing that this knight gentleman didn't know much either, Baron Mitia didn't insist, and after thanking him, he left from the side of that holy knight.

If it was news that could be made public, he would see it in the newspaper by tomorrow at the latest. If it was news that couldn't be made public...

Asking this guy was obviously useless.

Walking to the corner of the street, Baron Mitia looked back at the square, only to see the cross in Saint Clement Cathedral emitting dazzling light.

That light was pure and majestic, like a small sun, dyeing the surrounding clouds in a layer of holy gold.

To be honest, he had grown up in the Shengcheng since he was a child, and it was also the first time he had seen such a scene.

"It's truly... too beautiful."

Harvey muttered to himself, only regretting that his drawing board wasn't by his side, unable to trace that holy and magnificent scene onto the canvas.

But fortunately, he knew magic.

Like many reporters who stopped to stay, he took out the recording crystal from his arms and filmed that amazing beauty.

On the other side, the Demon City, which was even further away, the Melusine family manor, an elegantly dressed, feminine-looking gentleman was sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, gracefully tasting black tea.

Just in front of him, a crystal the size of a human head was floating on the stone table, the clear mirror surface reflecting dark light.

That was a secret room with dim light.

A man completely hidden in the shadows was respectfully reporting the intelligence he had just probed from the Shengcheng through an evil ritual.

"... The basic situation is like this, My Lord. Saint Clement Cathedral has completely blocked the Cathedral. According to the informant we planted inside the Cathedral, Pope Gregory IX has ordered the activation of the highest-level 'Descent of the Angel' ritual."

"Descent of the Angel?"

Melusine put down the teacup in his hand upon hearing this, and a hint of surprise flashed in those eyes that always carried a lazy smile.

"Truly rare, I remember it must have been 200 years, maybe 100 years... I can't remember clearly. What made them so nervous, could it be that the God-chosen of Chaos has already hit the gate of the Shengcheng?"

The gentleman standing in the shadows shook his head slightly and said in a very low voice.

"It should... not be as simple as just God-chosen. According to the news my informant gave me, extremely serious Chaos corrosion has appeared in the eastern region of the Ryan Kingdom, and its scale and intensity... are suspected to be a clone of a Chaos evil god personally descending to the mortal world."

Melusine's expression changed completely; this time it wasn't just surprise, but his pupils were written with a hint of solemnity.

"Clone descent?"

He didn't remember when the last descent of an angel was, but the descent of a Chaos clone was a story written in epics in his impression, and whether it was true or false was still up for debate.

Under normal circumstances, evil spirits in the void at most bewitch some talented mortals to become God-chosen in the mortal world, spreading the corrosion of Chaos. As for the situation of clone descent, those are stories written in epics, and whether they are true or false is still up for debate.

The academic circles of the Demon City generally believe that there is a wall between the void where Chaos is and the "Main Material Plane," or the void itself is a wall.

Spirit can influence matter, and matter can naturally influence spirit, so evil spirits hidden in the void are usually very wary of splitting a trace of divine sense to

It was like blowing air at magma; there was no risk, but reaching in to pick something up could result in severe burns from the high temperature.

What... made them so bold?

Melusine leaned back in the chair, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop as she fell into deep thought.

And it was at this moment that she suddenly thought of an interesting fellow.

That "son-in-law" favored by the Partridge family, the Councilman Luo Yan who had recently stirred up such a storm in the Magic Capital—did he not seem to be in the Kingdom of Lei En right now?

Associating this with the young girl from the Kelin family who had suddenly broken through her bottleneck, Melusine could not help but reveal an intriguing smile, her ten fingers interlaced.

"Things are truly getting more and more interesting."

The person waiting quietly in the secret chamber said respectfully.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Melusine pondered for a moment, and through the mouth of the statue, she said unhurriedly.

"No need."

"Just continue to keep an eye on the news from afar for me."

The black clouds shrouding the sky over the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng not only attracted the attention of the Empire but also drew the gaze of the Demon God's servants.

And those watching that land were far more than just these.

At this moment, whether it was the elves on the Tree of Yige, the Dwarf King of the Mountain Kingdom, or the sages atop the Tower of the Great Sage, all cast surprised gazes toward the direction of that aura.

Honestly, the moment he locked eyes with the avatar of Uerge Si, Luo Yan had already been unable to suppress the urge to slip away.

However, when he noticed the curiosity burning in Uerge Si's pupils, he immediately dismissed the thought of a strategic retreat and was no longer in such a hurry to run.

Curiosity meant a lack of understanding.

A lack of understanding meant there was room to bluff.

And when it came to bluffing, he was far too skilled at it.

"M-Master Demon King, please say something!" Staring at those two green eyeballs like suns, You You was trembling with fear, her voice even stuttering.

Clearly, although the Demon King could still hold it together, the dog raised by the Demon King was already about to wet itself.

"Don't speak." Maintaining an expressionless face, Luo Yan replied in his heart while thinking rapidly about how to answer.

Seeing that the tiny fellow still hadn't answered, Uerge Si gradually grew impatient.

It was not a god with much patience to begin with.

Its rat-like body, hundreds of meters tall, leaned forward slightly, and under that terrifying pressure, the entire earth seemed to let out a groan of unbearable weight.

Fortunately, at this moment, someone was even less able to sit still than it—

"Die for me!!!"

The Rock Sword Saint Gangte let out a roar, pushing his demigod power to the limit, his entire body transforming into a stream of light that tore through the sky as he leaped into the air.

One could see the great sword in his hand, wreathed in boundless sword Qi, stabbing directly toward the heart of that giant rat!

Yet, facing this strike capable of splitting mountains, the pair of giant green eyes of the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" did not even spare him a glance.

It merely extended its front claw casually, raised a black fingernail stained with filth, and tapped lightly against the incoming sword Qi.

"Hum—"

It was a muffled sound that seemed to come from the void.

A visible ink-green ripple erupted from the center where the claw tip met the sword edge, instantly sweeping across the entire battlefield!

Under that boundless pressure, whether they were rat-men or humans, everyone felt an invisible hand grab their throats, nearly suffocating them to death.

It wasn't just their throats that were grabbed.

It was their souls!

They seemed to hear the wailing of countless worlds; compared to that ceaseless torment, even the cruelest corner of the Netherworld could be called kind.

Kalian's brows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but place her hand on her chest, pressing against her heart, nearly fainting away.

Ailin, standing further away, was not affected too much, but she was still shocked by the boundless pressure.

Is this... the power of a god?

A giant had stepped into a child's playground; that was clearly power that did not belong to this world.

As for Gangte, who had attempted to challenge the god, he suffered an unimaginable impact; his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the edge of the battlefield several kilometers away!

Dust soared into the sky!

Watching the direction where Gangte disappeared, Bulunnan could not help but swallow, his wide eyes filled with disbelief.

He had seen Gangte's capabilities.

Ordinary Chaos Chosen could not even withstand a single move from that guy, yet the invincible man could not even withstand a single move now.

What kind of terrifying power is this?!

Uerge Si retracted its fingernail.

Those lazy rat eyes remained fixed on the "tiny and interesting" figure on the battlefield, not shifting away for even a second.

"I will ask you one last time—"

"That toy woven from 'Ether', who exactly gave it to you?"

Meeting the gaze of those two burning green suns, a hint of an intriguing smile gradually appeared on Luo Yan's expressionless face.

Taking advantage of the time the Sword Saint was getting beaten, he finally thought of his opening line.

"Why must it be that someone else gave it to me?"

Uerge Si was clearly stunned for a moment.

Apparently, it had not expected to receive such an answer.

A slow and dull laughter issued from its mouth, like thousands of rats grinding their teeth in its throat.

"Hahaha... an interesting answer. If it wasn't given to you by someone else, could it be that you made it yourself?"

A native who hadn't even fully explored the world they lived in was actually claiming to have grasped the power to touch the void.

It had never heard such a funny joke!

Watching the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" avatar laughing wantonly, Luo Yan smiled slightly and maneuvered the Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena to fly toward it.

The Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena had a very special characteristic: its presence was extremely faint, and unless directly locked onto by a gaze, it was almost impossible to perceive its existence through spiritual power.

It was like an ordinary flying insect, weaving through the swarms of foul-smelling flies, avoiding Uerge Si's naked gaze, and flying toward the black clouds above its avatar's head.

While its attention was entirely on him.

At the same time, Luo Yan said unhurriedly in a voice tinged with disdain.

"... What a pitiful fellow, knowing nothing but how to eat."

Uerge Si stopped its low laughter, its pair of rat eyes narrowing slightly, a glimmer of ill intent flashing in its dark green pupils.

"Your tone reminds me of an annoying fellow, and your power happens to be very similar to that guy's."

"Why 'similar'?" Luo Yan smiled faintly, "Why can't it 'be'?"

Uerge Si's pupils shrank suddenly, but soon relaxed, and that mocking laughter issued from its throat once again.

"You are teasing me... Novier's world is not as boring as yours. Although I haven't been there, I have taken a look."

"Isn't every world like this at the beginning?"

Luo Yan looked at it with an intriguing gaze and threw the riddle the Curator had given him right back at it.

"As long as you exist long enough, you will discover that time does not actually exist."

Uerge Si's smile gradually froze.

Time does not exist...

Being in the void, it certainly knew this, but how could a native who hadn't yet escaped the cage of matter say this so definitively?

Even if this native was perhaps smarter than other natives, having grasped a bit of the essence of extraordinary power and the fur of the void.

Combining this with the sacrificial ritual that had been full of twists and turns from the start, Uerge Si realized a possibility in an instant—

The guy in front of it had only told half the truth!

That toy made of "Ether" might really have been made by this guy, just not the current him, but the "Him" of the future.

In other words, this person was not some "Mad Speaker" at all, but the past of the "Mist of Deception" Novier himself!

This place was the old home of the Mist of Deception!

Realizing this, Uerge Si felt no joy; instead, a hint of fear appeared on that ugly rat face.

An evil spirit capable of traversing the void might be a madman, but it could never be a fool.

It would not be stupid enough to think that just by killing the young Novier, it could make Novier disappear from the void.

Cause and effect cannot be reversed.

Since it had already seen Novier in the void, it was destined that in the broad scope of cause and effect, it could not kill that guy!

At the very least, it could not kill his past self!

As the saying goes, "Supernatural powers cannot defeat karma, and karma cannot defeat cause and effect"—that is the logic.

Even if the Chosen One carrying the great sword practiced supernatural powers for another hundred years, even if he won against the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" avatar with a one-in-ten-thousand probability, it would be impossible to eradicate the karma the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" left in this universe.

However, the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" also had things it feared: the first was the karma controlled by other gods, and the second was the cause and effect above karma.

If this place was the past of the Mist of Deception.

Then no matter what efforts it or other Chaos Gods made, the end result would definitely be being treated as experience points to be cleared.

Because the "future" of this universe—

Had long since been decided!

For the Chaos Gods who had fought across countless universes, there was no worse situation than this.

In the turbid pupils of that giant rat, hundreds of meters tall, a hint of fear gradually emerged. It began to regret sending an avatar here!

After all, losing a few believers was not worth mentioning, but if its avatar were lost here, the loss would be something it would have to devour countless universes to compensate for.

Although he didn't know what the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" avatar was afraid of, Luo Yan reckoned he must have successfully bluffed it.

To be honest, he was a little surprised.

Luo Yan's original expectation was the same as when he was at the Academy: to make the other party mistakenly believe he was "one of their own," thereby letting him off the hook, or reaching some kind of deal... yet he never expected that the other party's first reaction would be fear.

Such a result was not bad either.

Just as Luo Yan was pondering how to make the other party retreat and whether he should still show off with the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" already lying in ambush in the sky, a holy light suddenly pierced through the sky full of black clouds, almost blinding him.

What happened?!

The sky was instantly plated with gold, freezing the black clouds in the sky, and the holy aura instantly covered the lingering shrieks, shrouding the entire battlefield!

Looking at the sky that had suddenly been plated with gold and the "birdman" appearing in the sky, Luo Yan was completely unprepared and couldn't help but be stunned on the spot for a moment.

That is...

An angel?

He had always thought that was a legend existing only in the murals of the Holy See; he hadn't expected to witness its arrival with his own eyes one day.

It wasn't just the Demon King who was unprepared.

The "Claw of Eternal Hunger," which was scaring itself, was also startled by this light, stumbling back a step, almost failing to stand steady and falling to the ground.

Its thick, long rat tail thrashed about on the battlefield, kicking up large clouds of dust while knocking over a large swath of stunned rat-men and players.

Its eyes grew more and more terrified, as if its conjectures had been confirmed.

Sure enough—

When it swatted away a Chosen One, an avatar of a Heavenly God would soon descend!

It did not doubt that even if it slapped this birdman to death, another even more unexpected accident would happen immediately!

For example, the sun hanging in the sky crashing directly onto its forehead!

This world was not worth it investing more power; it could certainly tear the portal wider, but it was already meaningless.

Damn Novier—

It had been played by him again!

A horrific, strange cry issued from the mouth of the Uerge Si avatar; it seemed to be a very ugly curse, but only it could understand it.

Luo Yan didn't know what it was cursing, but he could feel that it probably wasn't cursing Sheng Xisi, nor did it entirely seem to be cursing the Mist of Deception.

Rather, it was some kind of existence above that.

Perhaps it was fate itself.

Gangte, leaning on his great sword, struggled to stand up from the ground, looking at the sky plated with gold, a hint of disbelief also floating on his face.

Sheng Xisi above...

That was a giant shining with golden light; it held a crown in its left hand, a spear in its right, and wore armor woven from feathers.

He had seen it in his dreams before...

Unlike Gangte, who was looking up at the sky, Kalian knelt on one knee on the ground with a pious expression, offering her heartfelt prayers to the Son of God.

Without a doubt—

That was an angel sent by the Son of God.

Up to now, only that lord had cast a merciful gaze upon her and the people behind her.

After all, it couldn't be the Pope, who didn't even know the name of this land, or that king who stood by and watched, who had invited this holy power here, could it?

They were not worthy of wielding this power at all!

Seeing the Saintess's actions, countless soldiers of the Salvation Army followed suit, offering pious prayers.

Including the citizens within Dusk City.

And including the Campbell people.

And at this moment, Luo Yan, standing at the edge of the battlefield, suddenly discovered that his power of faith was actually growing slowly.

Wait a minute—

What does this have to do with me?

Could it be that I created that angel?!

Luo Yan still had self-awareness regarding his own strength; he reckoned it must have been the Holy See taking action, using a "strategic weapon" similar to a nuclear strike.

Although he didn't know what the cost was, this thing was indeed awesome; the holy light actually suppressed the aura of Chaos for a time.

Countless golden rays fell from the giant's body; it gazed at the giant rat on the ground with a majestic look, and then descended holy divine punishment with an expressionless face.

The spear in its hand transformed into a falling scorching sun, and under the desperate gazes of countless rat-men, it smashed toward the skull of the "Rat of Gluttony"!

And their respected "Rat of Gluttony" actually revealed an expression of resignation on its face, as if it had already given up struggling...

It cut its losses.

And in contrast, its believers were completely desperate.

More terrifying than death was the collapse of faith; the great "Rat of Gluttony" had abandoned them!

But why?

They could not understand; what exactly had they done wrong!?

Such is the sorrow of mortals; few can truly hold their fate in their own hands. They could still continue to fight, but the god behind them no longer wanted to add to the stakes.

That holy light pierced through the head of the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" avatar without resistance, leaving a terrifying deep pit on the ground behind it.

"Jee—!"

The rat-men on the ground screamed and fled; whether they were slave rats, clan rats, or elite Plague Tooth Assassins, they all scattered like birds and beasts to run away.

That collapsing rat tide was like a mountain torrent.

Soon they would flee back to the depths of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Range, bringing the despair of the "Rat of Gluttony's" death back to the nest city of the Rotten Meat Clan.

How much death they had exported to the humans of the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, they would soon suffer the same amount of backlash and despair...

As for those Chosen Rats from another world, they also evaporated under the scorching of the holy light along with the giant rat body that was slowly falling.

They let out unwilling screams, thick black-green smoke rising from their bodies, drifting toward the black clouds frozen by the golden light under the pull of karma.

That mass of black clouds formed by countless evil spirits began to rotate again.

But this time it was not expanding outward, but gathering toward the center, just like sounding the retreat, withdrawing the curtain that had covered the sky and sun.

As for the "Holy Spirits" that had spread across the battlefield, they also gradually dissipated the soul fire in their pupils under the illumination of the holy light, turning into wisps of souls and returning to the places they had set out from.

"Victory!!!"

Viceroy Alaric, standing on the city wall, was the first to let out a roar of victory, followed immediately by earth-shaking cheers from the city wall.

Those cheers were earth-shaking.

Even from several kilometers away, they could be heard clearly!

At the Salvation Army's position, Lei Deng, who was kneeling on one knee praying, glanced at Bulunnan beside him.

The latter seemed to have guessed what he wanted to ask, coughed awkwardly, and looked at those "Holy Spirits" that were dissipating, forcing a save-face explanation.

"The ancestors of Wheat Field Village completed their mission and were taken back to heaven by the angel sent by Sheng Xisi... this just goes to show they are not ordinary undead, but Holy Spirits."

He seemed to have also learned the skill of telling lies with his eyes open.

However, Lei Deng didn't say anything, just grinned, which counted as accepting this explanation.

The angel standing above the clouds also seemed not to have expected that victory would come so easily, freezing there for a moment, having lost its target to attack.

Perhaps the person who summoned it was not here and could not add a follow-up order.

Or perhaps it just understood the principle of "do not pursue a desperate enemy," worried about making Chaos anxious, and thus tacitly allowed the evil spirit behind the void to escape.

Anyway, it couldn't chase it either.

And it couldn't kill it.

However, although that birdman shining with golden light had no further actions, Luo Yan, standing on the ground, had ideas.

Looking at the black clouds constantly shrinking in the sky, he suddenly had a whim and flew the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" that had been lying in ambush in the sky over there.

What exactly is behind the void?

He was suddenly a bit curious.

This wasn't him courting death; it was mainly because the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" shattering wouldn't have any impact on him, and he had done similar things before.

When he went to the universe where the Curator was, he had also gone through the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena," at most unable to activate the displacement skill to swap over.

Luo Yan prepared to disconnect at any time, controlling the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" to fly into the center of the vortex of black clouds.

That seemed to be the eye of the "Claw of Eternal Hunger."

Before it closed completely, he locked eyes with it, and unexpectedly saw panic in the latter's eyes again.

"What are you doing?! I have already ceded this world to you, take your claws off me!?"

Hmm... do Chaos entities have such agreements between them?

Luo Yan was only surprised for half a second, then more firmly stuck the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" onto it, because Uerge Si's reaction told him this worked.

Anyway, he wasn't Novier, and he hadn't signed this inexplicable agreement.

Strictly speaking, he should count as its "daddy."

"&#%￥!"

An indistinct curse came from the void, and then the black cloud disappeared with a "bang" into the sky plated with golden light amidst the cheers of people's victory.

Disappearing along with it was that inconspicuous butterfly. It was pulled into the hole leading to the void, along with those twisting and wailing evil spirits.

Standing at the edge of the battlefield, Luo Yan revealed a shocked expression on his face.

The world behind the void—

He had seen it.