Chapter 884

Seeing Voisin Sanson's eyes wide open, his breath gradually dissipating, his face full of distorted pain and despair that was like substance, Lu Mian turned his hand and took out the silver-white "Lie" ear clip from the "Traveler's Bag," putting it on his left ear.

The dying Voisin Sanson suddenly saw a familiar figure.

That figure had light blue eyes, bright features, and long, thick blond hair.

That was Aurora.

But this time, there was no fear on Aurora's face, no terror, only a shallow smile.

"Heh..." Voisin Sanson made the final sound.

He died just like that with his eyes bulging.

Lu Mian turned back into his original appearance, taking off the "Lie" ear clip while saying nonchalantly:

"Died so quickly? I still wanted to thank you for helping me digest the 'Despair' potion."

When he had just promoted, the "Despair" potion had already been digested for the most part, and now it had gone a step further.

Lu Mian didn't feel surprised by this. According to the mystical knowledge he had learned from Ms. "Magician," the essence of the "Acting Method" was actually to let one's own body, mind, and spirit state gradually lean toward the core symbolism of the potion through acting, thereby bypassing restrictions and completing digestion step by step. And his state before and after consuming the "Despair" potion could be said to be very close to the name "Despair."

Lu Mian wasn't desperate because he had to turn into a "Witch." In order to promote faster, to better deal with the possible apocalypse, and to resurrect his sister as early as possible, he had considered similar things more than once. Anyway, it wasn't like there wouldn't be an opportunity to switch back to the "Hunter" pathway later and turn back into a man.

He was desperate because he was forced to do so and had no way to refuse. He was desperate because all his previous efforts, struggles, and anger were all under other people's arrangements, and he still had to walk the path of the "Witch" according to other people's arrangements afterward.

Of course, desperate to the extreme, the desire and belief in his heart to become strong and change all of this also became intense to the extreme.

"Is this also what you wanted?" While Lu Mian whispered in self-mockery, he no longer sealed this area and let the remaining mystical pathogens dissipate completely.

And Franca, Jenna, and Anthony had already walked over quickly after Voisin Sanson was pierced on the ice pillar.

Lu Mian suddenly sensed something and cast his gaze toward a certain position in this dark ruin.

That was where the demigod Sigton of the "All-Things-End Society" finally died.

There, greenish-yellow points of light appeared out of thin air, rising toward the high place, but were blocked back by the barrier of the special mirror world.

This place can initially cut off the connection, letting some gift power not return? Lu Mian, who had experience, immediately made a corresponding judgment.

At this time, Franca and the others had already run in front of him.

Looking at that familiar yet bright and cold face, Franca opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

Jenna looked at Lu Mian, who was in his current appearance, and only had one thought in her heart:

As long as he is still alive, everyone being alive is the best thing!

As for the rest, there's nothing to care about.

Lu Mian pointed to those greenish-yellow rays of light that were blocked and said in a voice with a hint of magnetism and obvious femininity:

"You can take a weapon over there and put it there."

This was actively creating a Beyonder weapon.

Franca, Jenna, and Anthony looked at each other, then didn't decline and said very actively:

"I'll go. I'm just lacking a weapon that can harm a demigod."

And she was the Beyonder with the second-highest sequence in the team—Ludwig didn't count.

If she had had a similar weapon before, maybe she wouldn't have been so desperate when facing Sigton.

"Good." Jenna expressed her attitude.

Anthony also nodded.

This didn't mean that if he put the "Winter is Coming" revolver under those points of light, this Beyonder weapon would reset its usage count. With its own material, if he did that, the pollution would very likely exceed the limit, letting it collapse directly.

Franca took out her "Artillery Spear" and ran toward the area permeated by greenish-yellow points of light.

Lu Mian withdrew his gaze, looked at Jenna, and revealed a slight smile:

"Do you have any ring-shaped items?"

Jenna looked at that smile that seemed to carry its own light and was a bit surprised, but felt that she shouldn't ask at this very moment.

She searched out a cheap silver bracelet and handed it to Lu Mian.

After Lu Mian took it, he placed the bracelet on top of Voisin Sanson's corpse, waiting for the fate power to be intercepted.

He then looked toward the transparent boundary in the distance that looked like a mirror, seeing his own figure and face.

He tried hard to make his mouth carry a smile.

Because Aurora was such a person who was good at finding joy in suffering.

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In front of the bloody altar.

Ms. "Hermit" was trying to find a way to combine the iron cigarette case that had the aura of Mr. "Fool" with the "Spear of Longinus" to directly attack the oil painting depicting the endless starry sky. Ms. "Magician," based on her rich sealing knowledge and powerful sealing ability, said after deliberation:

"The power of fate is to make the interference of non-Vortex Ritual participants fail, and that terrifying sound is affecting all Beyonders similar to 'Listeners' and 'Mystery Pryers.' We might be able to break them separately.

"The power of fate most likely radiates from the ring drawn on the oil painting. If we can block it, shield it, we should be able to get rid of the fate of interference being destined to fail, directly destroy the oil painting, and interrupt that terrifying sound."

"Block it..." Ms. "Hermit," who received the relay from Miss "Justice," suddenly had an idea.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the barrier seal was strengthened and the fate power was significantly weakened, she cast a "Wizard" spell, throwing the iron cigarette case toward the oil painting on the altar, letting it land accurately on the area where the silver-white and black ring was drawn.

The iron cigarette case directly pressed down on that ring, covering it without revealing half a trace.

The little boy Will immediately said:

"The power of fate has dropped a lot again!"

Hearing this, Ms. "Magician" quickly raised her arms, letting the void around the oil painting bend, becoming gloomy and deep.

That piece of space then collapsed, disintegrating inch by inch, and the oil painting and altar also appeared with obvious cracks.

On Miss "Justice's" face, gray-white scales followed, and her body seemed to be expanding.

Similarly, Ms. "Judgment" also made a judgment once again.

Seeing that her companions had all launched attacks, Ms. "Hermit" once again condensed that ancient spear stained with strange blood and threw it toward the oil painting.

The oil painting, which was already in tatters under continuous strikes, was completely pierced by this "Spear of Longinus" and nailed to the altar.

Immediately after, flames that seemed to contain all colors emerged from the tip of the spear, completely igniting the oil painting that still had terrifying sounds overflowing, gradually burning it into ashes.

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Above Trier.

One "Worm of Time" after another crawled back into Mr. "Star's" body.

This Major Arcana holder wearing red gloves said to Mr. "Hangman" in his original magnetic voice:

"Amon has returned and has briefly restored the strength of a True God of the 'Error' and 'Door' pathways. I must return to the Serenity Church immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. "Star" disappeared instantly.

Mr. "Hangman" cast his gaze toward the bottom, seeing Mr. "Moon," who had turned into crimson moonlight, fall into the villa's mist that had been compressed to the extreme. Saint Viev of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church shone into there in the form of sunlight.

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Deep within the primitive island, outside the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum.

Amon, located at the edge of the Astral World, looked down at Perle, looked down at the "Shadow of the Beauty Goddess" and the miniature red moon that were still struggling to approach the corresponding points of light within the white mist, and didn't make any moves.

"What are you still waiting for?" Roselle, whose pain was gradually deepening on his face, asked.

"Just like what you are thinking now, the most arrogant idea you have ever thought of." Amon pinched the monocle on His right eye and smiled in response. "If it were just to clear the followers of the 'Indefinite Mist,' it wouldn't need to be so troublesome, nor would it be worth us revealing our trump cards."

Roselle looked at the transaction still going on below and said:

"That could bring great hidden dangers."

"Once a decision is made, one must accept the corresponding consequences. How can one complete a great event without taking any risks and without bearing any losses?" Amon said with a smile, and then added a sentence, "These words were not said by me, nor were they said by you."

Roselle, who was being eroded deeper and deeper by the white mist and becoming more and more painful, had not yet responded when Amon looked toward the distance and said:

"Those few from the 'Tarot Club' are not bad. I don't need to descend personally to destroy that oil painting."

Speaking of this, Amon, wearing the monocle, revealed an expression of being eager to try:

"Now, it is time."

He cast His gaze toward the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum, toward Bei Er Na Dai, who was restricted by Roselle inside the mausoleum and unable to come out.

The "Mystic Queen" suddenly recalled something, only feeling a certain memory push aside the fog and present itself.

She immediately extended her right hand, quickly outlining one word after another with starlight in front of her.

These characters, which seemed to be the source of all languages in the Northern and Southern Continents, quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a "Secret Door" that seemed to lead to the depths of the Spirit Realm.

That "Secret Door" opened silently, and a gale blew out, turning into a man with a human upper body and an airflow lower body, wrapped in white cloth.

"The Wish-Granting Lamp and that item." Bei Er Na Dai ordered in a majestic voice.

The man with the airflow lower body respectfully replied, and then took out two items from the white cloth wrapped around his body:

One looked like a miniature water pot, its surface golden, covered with mysterious and complex symbols, with something suspected to be a wick extending from the pot's mouth. It was exactly the "0-05" "Wish-Granting Lamp" that the followers of the "Indefinite Mist" wanted to obtain.

The other was a gray, dusty stone slab, also engraved with those characters that seemed to be the source of all languages in the Northern and Southern Continents, its surface with many traces, mottled and vicissitudinous.

PS: Thanks to Old Kohler for rewarding the Silver Alliance~

(End of chapter)