Chapter 877

Ms. "Magician" and the other Major Arcana cards were once again affected by the distortion of order, instantly breaking free from the state of wandering through starlight and floating in mid-air.

What entered their vision was an unusually bloody altar and countless mutilated corpses.

On that altar, there was also an oil painting depicting a strange starry sky.

Ms. "Hermit," whose hearing was sealed, had her expression distorted again, and she whispered with difficulty:

"It's here, it's that painting..."

She felt the terrifying sound affecting her suddenly grow louder; the source was that oil painting!

"It really works..." Ms. "Magician" cast her gaze toward the little boy, Will Auceptin, who was holding the iron cigarette case, not knowing whether to praise the item that carried the aura of Mr. "Fool" or the luck that had always made her envious.

The little boy, Will, spread his hands and said:

"I didn't expect it to work this well either."

As he spoke, Ms. "Hermit" had already forcibly condensed an ancient spear stained with mottled blood, letting it fly toward the oil painting with an aura of destruction.

However, this "Spear of Longinus" from "Fairy Tale Magic" quickly turned illusory and disintegrated into points of light before it could even get close to the altar.

Brilliant starlight lit up in Ms. "Magician's" eyes.

Around the altar, bits of radiance outlined a pair of dreamlike doors, intending to transfer that oil painting along with the altar itself outside the barrier, to the dark, deep, and boundless starry sky.

However, the doors outlined by the starlight remained motionless and could not be opened.

"Those who are not participants in the Vortex Ritual cannot affect that oil painting." Miss "Justice" cast her gaze toward the iron cigarette case in Will's hand, eager to take it and use it as a medium to display her own physical strength, to see if she could damage the oil painting.

Ms. "Judgment" beat her to it, taking the iron cigarette case originating from the "Mystic Queen" from the little boy Will, holding it in her hand and making it a part of her fist.

Immediately after, this Major Arcana holder shouted in Ancient Hermes:

"Execution!"

Accompanied by this law, "Judgment" swung her right fist, which was holding the iron cigarette case, down fiercely.

Bang!

The altar sank slightly, but the oil painting showed no obvious signs of damage.

"It has some effect, but not much." Ms. "Magician" made an accurate assessment.

She took the iron cigarette case and tried reproducing various abilities herself, but all could only cause minor damage to the oil painting and could not shake its core effect. After all, they were not participants in the Vortex Ritual and could only use the iron cigarette case as a medium to transmit influence, while the medium itself lacked destructive power.

Looking at the oil painting that was still affecting her and many other high-ranking individuals, Ms. "Hermit" inevitably felt a surge of anxiety.

…………

Deep within the primitive island, in front of the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum, amidst the thick white mist.

As those four rays of light merged into the body of Roselle in mid-air, Perle's face was suddenly stretched wide, presenting a quite comical yet terrifying appearance, while the blood-red figure and the miniature red moon, which were slowly moving toward the corresponding points of light in the mist, retreated a distance in a bizarre manner, as if they had taken the wrong direction.

Within the point of light from which the "Shadow of the Beauty Goddess" emerged, the white mist that had completed its mission and had originally dissipated under the purification of the holy pillar of light was now full again. At this moment, Saint Viev and Angouleme outside the villa, along with other members of the "Purifiers," all felt a sense of fear that the current order was about to collapse.

The domain of light that had no shadows distorted instantly, with some darkness seeping in to form a backlit side.

Mr. "Moon," who had already discovered the existence of the "Shadow of the Beauty Goddess," was about to transform into crimson moonlight to shine into that patch of white mist, but he found himself rushing toward the high sky. The "Worms of Time" that Pallez had split off had just decided to return, summarize the situation, and unite to deceive the rules, only to all become lost on the path of life.

Mr. "Hangman," who was riding the gale, suddenly sank, nearly losing his ability to fly and falling toward the ground.

Just as distortion phenomena of varying degrees appeared everywhere in the world, at the core of the Vortex Ritual, Perle lifted her head with great difficulty and looked toward mid-air.

At the edge of that abstract and illusory strange world, Roselle's figure, wearing black armor and a gorgeous cloak, became larger and clearer, and a crown inlaid with many dark gems quickly took shape on his head.

Most of the white mist surrounding the Emperor had eroded into His body, causing His face to distort and a hazy mist to slowly expand within His eyes, which were already deep blue, almost black.

The "Black Emperor" had resurrected in the Astral World.

Roselle lowered His head slightly, looking down at the white mist in front of His mausoleum, at the torrent connecting Him to that patch of mist, and at Perle's face deep within the mist, majestic and deep.

The next second, this "Black Emperor" raised His right hand, clenched it into a fist, and twisted His wrist gently.

"Distortion"!

Based on His own authority, the special connection between the "Black Emperor" pathway and the "Indefinite Mist," as well as the pollution of the "Indefinite Mist" that was deeply eroding His body and soul, and relying on the invisible barrier that blocked the Outer Gods from invading, He forcibly completed a "Distortion."

Perle, deep within the white mist, was briefly distracted, then discovered with surprise and confusion that what was closely connected to her through the Vortex Ritual was no longer the great "Indefinite Mist," but the "Black Emperor" in mid-air.

Her object of worship, the basis of her ritual, had all been "Distorted" onto Emperor Roselle!

After her confusion, Perle quickly developed intense emotions of fear and despair.

She was not the only one; all the followers of the "Indefinite Mist" located in different parts of the Northern and Southern Continents discovered thin white mist appearing before their eyes, and within the white mist stood a magnificent and majestic blurred figure.

That figure wore a crown, was clad in black armor, and was quietly looking down at them.

The first thing the "Black Emperor" did after resurrecting was to temporarily "take over" all worship directed at the "Indefinite Mist"!

Of course, this also exposed Him more directly to the eyes of that Evil God outside the barrier.

Another wisp of white mist was separated from the surface of a certain planet, arrived at the place where a fierce divine battle was occurring, and by utilizing the special environment here and its own symbolism, it once again penetrated the barrier through indefinite changes and landed on Emperor Roselle, who was located at the edge of the Astral World, just like a fishing line finally controlling its target.

Roselle's expression became increasingly distorted.

He continued to look down at Perle and the other followers of the "Indefinite Mist" spread across the world, and said in a majestic voice:

"The 'Broker' can unite the Outer Gods and has taken action; the harm is immense, and the crime is unforgivable!"

As He spoke, the right hand that this "Black Emperor" had extended opened up, as if He were about to grab something.

Once He finished announcing the crime, His right hand clenched fiercely.

Pop, pop, pop—the followers of the "Indefinite Mist" across the Northern and Southern Continents exploded directly, turning into clusters of blood mist.

This was not an ability of the "Judgment" domain, but the control of the bestower over the bestowed in the Gift system; it was the control of an "Evil God" over His own followers!

"Black Emperor" Roselle, who had temporarily distorted the direction of the "Indefinite Mist" worship, used this to clean up the followers of this Evil God, wanting to make them feel the wrath of a god and wanting to wipe them all out.

A single "Broker" might not be dangerous, but they could weave all dangers together, so they were the greatest danger!

"No!"

Although Perle within the white mist struggled to resist, she still exploded uncontrollably.

That face split into different parts like the nose, eyes, mouth, and ears, scattering to every corner of the white mist, staining the latter with a distinct blood color.

But the Vortex Ritual had not yet stopped; the "Shadow of the Beauty Goddess" and the miniature red moon were still approaching the target point of light, their speed even faster than before.

Silently, the exploded followers of the "Indefinite Mist" arrived here in the form of blood mist, merging into the vortex mist that Perle had turned into. This made the "Shadow of the Beauty Goddess" and the miniature red moon move faster and faster, and the uncompleted transaction continued to shine, as if other forces were maintaining this ritual.

One characteristic of a "Vortex" is that once the transaction begins, all participants will provide a certain amount of power to maintain the ritual until their own part of the transaction is completed.

Therefore, once a "Vortex" takes shape, the difficulty of destroying it will rise in a straight line!

Roselle glanced at the white mist connecting Him to the outside of the barrier, the painful expression on His face becoming increasingly obvious.

He shouted in a low voice:

"Adam! Where are you?

"The 'Indefinite Mist' has already placed a heavy bet; if you don't reveal your trump cards, everyone is going to be finished!"

Seeing no change in the surroundings, Roselle paused and continued to roar:

"Adam! Do you really want to wait until the opportunity to devour the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' and the others appears?"

Just as Roselle finished roaring, a cold yet gentle voice suddenly rang in His heart:

"I am here."

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Inside the special mirror world.

Voisin Sanson looked with anticipation and reverence at the silver-white and black radiance flying out one after another from the gray-white sheep that Lu Mian had turned into, waiting for Lord Termiboros to be completely freed.

Those rays of light intertwined somewhere in front, quickly weaving into a figure.

That figure was slightly hunched, wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color, with a thin face, slightly curly black hair, a relatively broad forehead, and pure black eyes.

Lu Mian, who was just about to trigger the residual aura of the "Black Emperor" to try and escape the sheep state, was stunned after just one glance.

This...

Voisin Sanson and Harrison's bodies trembled, and they also stood there "dumbfounded."

That figure slowly straightened His waist and back, not even looking at Voisin Sanson and Harrison, turned His body, and looked at Lu Mian.

Without any warning, the sheep fur on Lu Mian's body fell off on its own, returning to a size that could only cover his head.

Lu Mian remained shocked and confused.

While taking out a monocle that looked like it was made of crystal and leisurely putting it on his right eye socket, the figure revealed a slight smile toward Lu Mian:

"You can call me Amon, or you can call me..."

The figure's voice gradually became grand and layered, the smile on His face becoming increasingly obvious:

"Termiboros."

PS: There will be two updates tomorrow and the day after, no rest.

PS2: Thanks to the Liuji's Rice Worm for supporting Jenna's Silver Alliance~ The other one will be thanked in tomorrow's chapter.

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