Chapter 842

Inside Morora City.

Two exiles who were dueling suddenly discarded the longswords in their hands and reached back to cover their necks.

Between their fingers, wisps of fresh blood seeped out.

The onlookers nearby and the pedestrians on the road also appeared to have stutter-like situations, or their heads were like being grabbed by invisible hands and pulled upward with force, so much so that the muscles at their necks gradually tore.

In the boundless cemetery near the Church of Knowledge, all the trees suddenly ignited with crimson flames, and the soil of the corresponding graves squirmed, as if something wanted to crawl out.

The clouds in the high sky accumulated more and more, dyed with the color of a fire.

At the top of the mountain of corpses.

Albus Medici's neck also felt a burst of stinging pain, and his palms were raised with great difficulty and weakness, attempting to press onto it.

He already understood what was going on and didn't rush to turn his head to look directly at "0—01." That would not only suffer a considerable degree of contamination but might also twist his neck and let his head detach from its original position!

Albus slowly turned his body to face "0—01" but closed his eyes again.

At the same time, he heard rustling and clattering sounds on the wilderness.

Lu Mian saw those undead soldier corpses wearing iron-black full-body armor stand up one after another, the dark red or pale flames in their eye sockets clearly jumping and flickering, while the huge cloud vortex in the high sky dyed with purple firelight was being torn and smoothed by invisible forces.

The abnormality finally manifested.

Albus did not hesitate, immediately letting his skin reveal an iron-black luster, his whole person seeming to have turned into a soldier puppet cast from metal.

He maintained the state of keeping his eyes closed, approaching "0—01" step by step.

During this process, his neck was clearly stretched much longer, the skin composed of steel film was therefore pulled into countless tiny metal threads, and on the iron-black flesh and bones, there were very deep, hair-raising cutting marks, with bright red blood overflowing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was only a matter of seconds before Albus Medici walked to the side of "0—01." He loosened his right palm, which was weakly pressed against his neck, and let it reach toward the location of the scorched flag with the blood flowing from it.

Also being a "Hunter," Albus also had very strong spatial imagination and positioning ability. Moreover, "0—01's" flag was shaking violently, hunting and making noise, and there was sound entering Albus's ears, making it not difficult for him to determine where the target was.

Of course, if he really touched the main body of "0—01" directly, contamination would truly occur. This was not something that could be avoided by not looking, but Albus had no other choice now.

Just as he reached his hand toward the scorched flag, Albus heard a "plop" sound; that was the movement of the steel skin on his metal neck being completely torn apart.

He immediately changed his own form, transforming from a soldier puppet cast from iron-black metal into a ball of cyan humanoid flames.

This made the blood on his palm evaporate rapidly.

While guarding against a sudden attack from Lu Mian, Albus accelerated his movements, continuously flicking the bright red blood that had already evaporated by more than half toward the front.

On the wilderness, Lu Mian was mingling among those undead soldier corpses, his palms possessing both scorching heat and coldness.

He didn't dare to look at "0—01," so naturally, he was unclear about Albus's current actions, but he could roughly guess that the opponent wanted to make a final struggle.

"This is useless, the current situation has already slipped out of your control..." Lu Mian muttered two sentences, not going to stop him.

He was more worried that if he really "teleported" beside the "Salinger Blood Flag" to stop Albus Medici from dripping blood onto it, he would step into a trap hidden by the opponent.

As far as the current situation was concerned, Albus could completely change his line of thought—since he couldn't reach the predetermined goal, he would kill all the competitors, make his side the camp with more advantages, and then use this point to re-layout.

Therefore, Albus was very likely pretending to drip the blood of the Medici family onto the flag of "0—01," while actually inducing Lu Mian to stop him, thereby seizing the opportunity to kill the last competitor.

At the top of the mountain of corpses, the humanoid flame that Albus had transformed into was stretched severely, and the upper and lower parts seemed to be about to separate.

At the same time, the firelight he emitted dimmed quite a bit, just like ordinary flames being poured with a bucket of cold fresh blood.

Plop, Albus heard the tiny sound of liquid droplets hitting the flag surface.

The blood of the Medici family, after more than a thousand years, finally fell onto the scorched flag of "0—01" again.

However, there were no additional changes.

This was also within Albus's expectations; after all, the degree of resonance had not reached the limit, and the awakening situation of "0—01" significantly exceeded the standard.

Albus risking his life to leave blood on the scorched flag was more to reserve chess pieces for the future and do some preparations.

The next second, Albus, who existed in the form of humanoid flames, felt an abnormal stinging pain between his eyebrows.

Some kind of strange power extended from "0—01," seemingly wanting to assimilate him and turn him into its own flames.

Albus turned around abruptly, opened his eyes, and looked toward the wilderness.

He had to kill Lu Mian and clear the last competitor before he was absorbed by "0—01"!

"That trash can actually kept his cool and didn't come to stop me from smearing blood on the surface of '0—01'..." Amidst a burst of regret, Albus's flame eyes "reflected" Lu Mian's figure.

Lu Mian smiled at him, activated the black mark on his right shoulder, and disappeared from where he was.

Albus did not hide his disappointment and pity, changing back to human form.

His neck had already cracked, revealing white bones and blackened blood vessels.

He immediately activated the crystal necklace wrapped around his wrist, letting it explode directly.

Bang bang bang, the consecutively exploding crystals formed a profound vortex in front of Albus. Deep in the vortex was a deep, dark world that was almost devoid of light and covered with a glass-like barrier.

That special Mirror World.

Under the premise that the situation was unusually urgent and he couldn't leave Morora directly, Albus Medici chose to jump into the dark vortex in front of him, falling toward that special Mirror World.

At this very moment, his neck was about to break, and his cervical spine was exposed.

He fell into that special Mirror World and disappeared into the deep darkness.

The dark vortex located beside "0—01" was then ignited by invisible and colorless flames, dissipating into nothingness.

In mid-air, the cyan flame that had lost Albus's maintenance extinguished rapidly, and the remaining bit of Julie's foul blood continued to fall, touching the scorched flag.

Everywhere in Morora.

Nearly ten thousand heads dragging white, blood-stained spines flew in the sky, while their headless bodies ran wildly in the streets.

In the cemetery, corpse skeletons crawled out from underground, dense and countless, with dark red or pale flames burning in their eye sockets.

The high sky then rained crimson "rainwater" that could ignite buildings and humans.

Inside the Church of Knowledge, Archbishop Hela-Berg of Morora, wearing a plain white robe with brass threads, stood in front of the open stained-glass window, feeling that the walls had signs of melting faintly.

He sighed softly and raised his palm.

…………

Inside the underground mausoleum, on that wilderness of strange movements.

Lu Mian "teleported" to the side of the mountain of corpses.

His legs were already unable to support his body weight, and he was about to sit down leaning against the corpses and skeletons when he was suddenly pulled by an invisible force and slowly stood up again, walking toward that pile of undead soldier corpses.

This didn't require him to use force, and he didn't have much strength to use anyway.

Lu Mian didn't resist, didn't struggle, as if only his own consciousness still belonged to himself.

The burning pain and cold rotting sensation in his right palm kept him basically awake.

"As long as you don't pull my head off my neck, everything else is fine..." Lu Mian muttered in his heart while listening to the brass charm narrate knowledge, and while using external force, continued to walk toward the team gathered in the wilderness in the identity of a puppet of "0—01."

The current situation was basically consistent with what he had expected.

If he had read even a little less, his head and body would have already gone their separate ways.

Knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth!

After more than ten seconds, the high sky suddenly became dim, and darkness surged into this area again.

"0—01" seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and the trembling and shaking began to ease.

The flames in this area extinguished one after another, and the dead, cold darkness ruled this place again.

"The Church of Knowledge finally suppressed the strange movements of '0—01.' If it maintains for a while longer, I will really become a puppet..." Lu Mian quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the darkness erode his body like invisible water, sinister and cold.

The "Underworld Daoist" mark on his right palm emitted a more intense rotting sensation than just now, helping him resist this erosion.

Lu Mian "teleported" back to the position he had chosen earlier, sitting down weakly with his back against the corpses and skeletons that made up the mountain.

He closed his eyes and listened intently to the knowledge coming from the earplugs in this pure, lightless darkness.

…………

Trier, on the sacrificial square at the entrance of the third level of the catacombs.

After that blurry and holy female figure answered Jenna's question, she disappeared from Jenna's sight, as if she were just a part of a hallucination.

Jenna shook her head, her vision returning to reality, and she saw Franca with a concerned face.

"I, when I advanced, seemed to have sensed Ms. Kresmina again, and even had a few conversations with Her." Jenna carefully told her companion about her encounter just now.

Hiss, are all high-level beings at the angel level dead but not stiff... Franca asked curiously:

"What did She say?"

Jenna felt a little embarrassed instantly:

"She said She wanted to reconcile with Her mirror self, because they were one and the same. She said, She said Her father was, was that 'Blood Emperor'..."

"Ah?" Franca was both shocked and bewildered, "Why did She tell you this?"

Jenna was even more embarrassed:

"I asked. I asked without thinking..."

"Is it really the 'Blood Emperor'? Then that shouldn't be your hallucination. You wouldn't be able to come up with this answer even in a hallucination." Franca whispered, gradually becoming excited.

"Damn, what do you mean I couldn't come up with it even in a hallucination? Uh, indeed, who could have thought of it?" Jenna replied subconsciously.

Franca immediately clapped her hands:

"This question was asked well, asked well, this intelligence is very, very important!"

She said with bright eyes:

"Lu Mian previously suspected that that special Mirror World was created by the 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor to deal with the 'Primordial Demoness,' and the Tamara family might have played a very important role in this matter."

"Now it seems that this guess has to be abandoned. Perhaps that special Mirror World was created by the 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor and the 'Primordial Demoness' working together!"

"Otherwise, how could a true god of the 'Hunter' pathway without mirror magic create such a special Mirror World?"

(End of chapter)