Chapter 473

Angouleme, who was running toward St. Robert's Church with Imre and Valentine to obtain more intelligence and the latest orders, was suddenly stung in the eyes by the sunlight, as if he had been in a dark state for too long and couldn't adapt to the light.

After recovering for a few seconds, he and his teammates simultaneously raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Trier, which was still in the middle of the night just now, instantly arrived in a sunny afternoon!

Feeling the warmth brought by the sun, Angouleme felt cold all over, feeling that the problem had completely erupted and the disaster was about to arrive.

The next second, they heard a series of explosions, coming from Lister Docks, from Honest Man Market, from Suchit Steam Train Station, and from the yards and warehouses nearby.

The rumbling movement echoed, and even though they were not a short distance away, Angouleme and the others saw the rising crimson firelight and the buildings being ignited one after another, and heard gunfire, cannon fire, and shouting.

The entire Market District instantly fell into chaos.

Was the army rebellion in the Erato District also to disperse the Beyonder strength of Trier, so that the riots lurking in the Market District could be smoother? This and the major strike and major parade at the docks and factories after dawn were definitely not the same group of people... What is all this! Angouleme changed direction with a solemn expression and rushed to the place where the explosions were most dense.

Imre and Valentine followed closely behind.

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Breeze Dance Hall, second-floor coffee shop.

Gardner Martin changed into a set of silver-white full-body armor he had collected before, stood at the window, and smiled as he watched Angouleme de Francois, wearing a brown double-breasted coat, and his subordinates move away from this area.

The mind of this boss of the Savard Party could already visualize the situation in places like Lister Docks and Honest Man Market.

He had displayed the hidden strength of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" in the Market District without any reservation, striving to create the greatest chaos in the shortest time.

At this time, whether it was "Blood Palm" Blake responsible for Honest Man Market, Vincent Lorrain at Lister Docks, Parsifal managing the yard, or the butler Faustino who had infiltrated Suchit Steam Train Station, they were all leading a team to frantically commit arson, detonate explosives, fire guns, and destroy and kill indiscriminately.

"Fortunately, we were sufficiently prepared; even if forced to be premature, we can complete the corresponding ritual." Gardner Martin turned his head and said to the "Supervisor" Olsen standing not far behind him.

Olsen, like a hungry bear, was still carrying his small brownish leather suitcase.

Olsen said in an indifferent voice:

"You didn't kill that witch?"

Gardner Martin smiled:

"There was no need to kill such a stupid witch; she couldn't destroy anything either, and besides, if I really wanted to take action, I wasn't sure I could solve her in a very short time; you know, witches have strong survival abilities, and that would make us miss the opportunity."

"As for the other people with problems, Albus was sent by me to the military camp in the Erato District, and Lu Mian..."

Speaking of Lu Mian, the smile on Gardner Martin's face became increasingly obvious.

He pulled down the face mask of his helmet and cast his gaze toward the window again.

Under the bright sunlight, the fire in Honest Man Market had already dyed the sky a patch of crimson, and there were shouts, screams, gunfire, and explosions everywhere.

Gardner Martin lifted his chin slightly, half-closed his eyes, and waited complacently for the drama to be pushed to a climax.

The ritual was about to be completed.

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World within the painting, the sun to the west in the high sky became increasingly real, overlapping with the vaguely revealed phantom.

Every building here appeared with similar changes, and the vendors and pedestrians on the street were no longer stiff and empty; they ran around chaotically, looking for places to hide.

The Market District in the world within the painting underground and the real Market District on the ground gradually turned into reality, one rendered by fire like an oil painting, the two becoming increasingly similar, and the "projections" in the Spirit World intertwined with each other.

Suddenly, they flipped up and down like illusory things, the Market District of the world within the painting came to the ground, no longer forming a complete seal with other parts of Trier, and the real Market District turned into a mural inside the cave, connected to the underground.

In the real Trier, the location of the Breeze Dance Hall was covered with a patch of deep darkness, and the sealing effect around it was weakened to the lowest point.

Amidst the deep darkness, Lu Mian, a giant with three heads and six arms, was adsorbed onto the mysterious door, heard it make a heavy *creaking* sound, and saw it, stained with blood and red rust, slowly open backward, revealing a gap that seemed to have invisible flames burning.

*Rumble! *

The entire Trier shook, and the sky lit up by the sunlight seemed to have arrived at dusk, covered with clouds like fire.

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Erato District, inside the Red Tianebao.

The sleeping Count Puif woke up suddenly from his dream.

He saw a little bit of sunlight stained with blood color filtering in through the thick curtains, and heard cruel and crazy shouting in his ears.

The entire beige ancient castle, which had many old bloodstains, was constantly shaking, as if some behemoth underground was holding its foundation and shaking it hard.

Puif felt the summoning and attraction from the depths of his soul, rolled out of bed violently, and rushed out of the bedroom with an excited expression.

He was very urgent, couldn't care about putting on slippers, changing out of the cotton dark red nightgown, and just like that, with bare feet, shaking the hem of his clothes, he ran along the corridor toward the stairs.

He didn't know how many nights he had hoped he could wake up like this.

That represented that he had finally obtained the recognition of his ancestor's residual spirit, represented that the timing mentioned in the prophecy of the mysterious leader of the "Hermit Order" had arrived, represented that the Solon family had seen the hope of becoming strong again, represented that other Solons would no longer be troubled by the curse and could obtain a new life!

Count Puif knew this might not be a good thing for himself, but he didn't have any retreat or hesitation.

Didn't every member of the Solon family who chose to move into the Red Tianebao or didn't move out after adulthood have long been psychologically prepared for this?

Becoming the carrier of the ancestor's resurrection and merging with Him was the glory of the members of the Solon family!

Count Puif went down the stairs and entered that underground labyrinth all the way.

In the darkness behind him, right next to the stairs, a figure walked out.

That was Eloise, who didn't know when she had changed into a beige hunting suit, with her brownish-red long hair tied into a ponytail.

This young girl, who had the bloodlines of both the Solon family and the Einhorn family, gazed at her cousin's back and followed behind, not fast or slow, silently.

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Market District, 3 White Coat Street, inside Apartment 601.

Seeing the sun appear and hang in the position to the west, Franca and Anthony Reid were briefly in a dazed state.

It's two o'clock in the middle of the night, what sun?

What exactly is going on?

Why is there such a bizarre phenomenon?

Franca and Anthony were woken up by the explosions and gunfire in the Market District; the latter appeared with obvious trembling, instinctively wanting to hide.

But better than in the past, he, who had made the decision to stay in Trier early, barely controlled himself.

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise, doubt, and worry in each other's eyes.

"Has that disaster arrived?" Anthony Reid asked in a deep voice.

Franca frowned:

"But in the prophecy of Bovar's corpse, that disaster was accompanied by rain and water, and now..."

Before she finished speaking, her spirituality suddenly had a premonition, and she looked out the window again.

She saw the building opposite appear with obvious phantoms, the two overlapping and then quickly separating.

At the same time, Franca's head felt dizzy, as if she had experienced a weightless fall and didn't have time to use the Assassin's "Feather Fall."

Anthony Reid had a similar feeling, and he said solemnly:

"Affected everyone indiscriminately?

"The effect of the ritual?"

The ritual to start the disaster?

Franca was about to suggest leaving the apartment, leaning toward the Fool's Church at Lavigny Docks while confirming the current situation, when she felt two items in the dark pocket of her clothes suddenly undergo an anomaly.

She made a judgment based on the position:

One was that palm-sized statue of the "Primordial Witch," which made Franca feel abnormally cold even with the clothes separating them;

The other was the ancient silver mirror she had obtained from underground, which was connected to a special mirror world and was trembling gently, as if stimulated by something, or resonating with the current environment or things not far away.

This... Franca's gaze froze.

Combining the detail that the two items had anomalies at the same time, she suspected that there were things related to high-ranking beings of the "Witch" pathway around!

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Inside the Sacred Heart Monastery that had turned into a sun, baby's crying constantly came out.

This made Ms. "Magician's" face have starlight, as if a large number of door-shaped insects were crawling in and out there, and made Ms. "Justice's" skin surface covered with gray-white scales, forcing her to start "pacifying" herself.

And the dazzling sunlight also made the two Major Arcana cards instinctively close their eyes; in front of them, one layer of void after another intertwined, one layer of starlight after another overlapped, blocking the scorching heat spreading over to the "distance."

They were very familiar with the power that came:

That was the divine power of the "Eternal Blazing Sun"!

Although this true god hadn't left the Astral World and descended into reality, He had "borrowed" a little power indirectly through "Lady Moon," who was pregnant with a god, and through the baby she had just given birth to.

The power of a god!

The struggling "Magician" and "Justice" were not panicked, because they had companions.

They had made the worst-case plan after discovering "Lady Moon" was hiding in the Sacred Heart Monastery.

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On the "Blue Avenger" docked at Lavigny Docks, "Hanged Man" Alger, dressed as a sailor with deep blue hair, stood at the bow and saw the high sky suddenly brighten, with the sun hanging in the position to the west.

He took out an item with some worry and a bit of excitement.

That was a paper card, with the front depicting Emperor Roselle wearing a triple crown and raising both hands, and the back being elements such as lightning, violent wind, and sea waves.

"Tyrant" card!

This was one of the Blasphemy Cards made by Emperor Roselle.

"Hanged Man" Alger came to Trier specifically and didn't participate in actions in other directions, just to guard against the biggest accident!

According to prior communication, pre-set imprints, and skilled prayer, he, as a Saint of the "Sailor" pathway, could use the "Tyrant" card to briefly undertake the power of a certain being, so as to confront the sun in the high sky without affecting the stability of the Astral World.

*Clatter, clatter! *

As Alger bowed his head in prayer and the "Tyrant" card lit up, the sky of Trier suddenly became dim, and countless water droplets fell in the sunlight.

Rain, a torrential rain.

(End of chapter)