Oath of Azure

In the bluish-gray mist.

The outline of the cabin was faintly visible.

Roger approached Steady.

When we were about 200 meters away from the cabin.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ahead.

There was a chasm that Roger could not cross.

This ravine is not merely a physical phenomenon.

Perception told Roger.

Unless there is a special opportunity.

Otherwise, no one could cross this place.

He tentatively walked along the ravine.

No matter how far he goes.

The ravine always stood between him and the cabin.

The abundance of treasures sensed in the "Observer's Cabin" seems more like a mirage.

This feeling of seeing something but not being able to touch it is truly tantalizing.

But Roger remained very restrained.

"It might even be a trap..."

After noticing something was wrong with the cabin.

Roger's vigilance instantly spiked.

It has to be said.

This 8th History Realm is quite strange.

This has not only led to the development of such extreme natural environments.

It also cultivated Immortal-grade powerhouses.

Walking here.

There is no room for the slightest slackness.

So he stepped back 100 meters.

They walked around the little wooden house again.

This time.

Roger made a new discovery.

He found a figure below a dead Giant Tree Species outside the ravine.

The figure was hidden in the shadows.

Lifeless.

But those scarlet eyes were fixed on Roger.

The moment I saw that figure.

Roger's pores all over his body involuntarily contracted.

Within perception.

He seemed to be being targeted by an extremely terrifying hunter!

On the data panel.

"Insight: You have discovered a ' Intimidation Puppet '"

"No offense intended..."

"I don't think this puppet should scare you."

"It just looks fierce, but it's not actually a threat."

A very gentle voice suddenly came from inside the puppet's stomach.

Roger silently watched the puppet.

After a short rest.

He tentatively asked, "Constantine?"

"It's me."

A hearty laugh came from inside the puppet's belly:

"I have been waiting here for a long time."

"Honorable exorcist."

Roger asked, his face ashen, "Did you know I would come here?"

The Intimidation Puppet nodded woodenly:

"People always yearn for light when they are in darkness."

"Moreover, anyone with sufficient perception can find the ' Observer's Cabin ' on the surface."

"That's its characteristic."

Roger took two steps closer.

His gaze casually drifted to the small house next to him. "It?"

"This little house looks very unusual."

"There seem to be many treasures inside..."

Roger's statement was purely a test.

He wanted to know Constantine's purpose and attitude.

This magical little house is a great starting point.

The way the other party responds will directly affect Roger's assessment.

However, to his slight surprise,

Constantine answered very readily, "There are indeed many treasures in this Observer's Cabin."

"But I have been waiting here for hundreds of years, yet I still cannot find the way in."

"It belongs neither to history, nor to the present, nor to the future; in the dimension of time, it seems to exist independently of our universe..."

"And materially, it shouldn't be here either. That chasm is simply insurmountable for us, isn't it?"

"Based on my guess."

"Only gods with a higher-dimensional perspective are qualified to enter it."

"Others will only have a chance to enter into it if they can integrate themselves into it and achieve a harmonious resonance by approaching it from either the temporal or material level."

"Of course, all of the above are just theoretical speculations."

"Perhaps it was just a pure accident. Your and my observations are beyond question to him. And it is the same for our observations."

Upon hearing this...

Roger fell silent.

It's not that he doesn't understand.

Rather, Constantine was a bit too enthusiastic.

From the various signs that have emerged.

Roger quickly realized the opportunity and reason for this meeting between the two sides.

He then retorted without hesitation:

"Did you report me to the Future Organization?"

Constantine chuckled:

"That's true."

"Respected exorcist, please don't be angry yet. I need to talk to you, but it must be in a place where we can't be discovered by anyone..."

Roger said coldly:

"So it's right beside this ravine?"

"Is it because of the power of the ' Observer's Cabin ' that no one can know about our meeting and conversation?"

"But you shouldn't be afraid of people from the Future Organization, right?"

Regarding the last question...

The Immortal-grade alchemist did not give a direct answer.

He patiently explained, "This chasm has the power to obliterate time and matter. It's a terrifying power, but it's harmless to us."

"As you said, the conversation that took place here is truly top secret."

"I know the raid by the Mobile Team made you very unhappy, and I apologize to you again here."

"Feel sorry."

"But the person I'm about to talk to you about is very sensitive. If I mention his name elsewhere, he'll definitely sense it..."

Roger said thoughtfully, "Slaughter Mask?"

"Slaughter Mask".

Constantine affirmed.

"You know him?"

Roger asked.

"Certainly."

Constantine's tone carried a hint of bitterness:

"I not only know him, but I also have an unbreakable relationship with him."

"He is my child, my nemesis, and my heartache..."

"He was once my pride, but then things changed, and I could only watch helplessly as he fell into the abyss of depravity..."

"He was created by my own hands..."

"A monster."

The words fell.

Roger's pupils contracted instantly.

"You created him?"

His tone became somewhat turbulent.

"Yes."

Constantine said in a low voice:

"He may be the most remarkable masterpiece in the history of alchemy."

"I'm sorry he caused you some trouble."

"You probably guessed it."

"I made it according to your template..."

Roger grinned.

He didn't say anything.

He simply showed an expression of being all ears.

Beneath the giant tree.

The Intimidation Puppet began to sway.

Constantine seemed to be lost in reminiscence.

After a while.

His narration began, albeit haltingly—

In Constantine's narrative.

He himself was an exceptionally talented alchemist.

But before I actually came into contact with the Dream Ether.

Limited by the inheritance of civilization.

He could only make small gadgets such as "Contraceptive Ring".

Hundreds of years ago.

It was a chance encounter.

He received help from a monk.

He gained access to the Dream Ether.

The latter, however, fully unleashed his potential.

His strength has been steadily increasing.

Ultimately, it remained stable in immortality for a long time.

For Constantine.

This is a miracle.

Alchemists tend to focus on the application of ether rather than the study of theoretical knowledge.

Therefore, alchemists at a high level are extremely rare.

They are far fewer than monks.

And all of this.

All of this is thanks to the magical and Dream Ether.

In Constantine's fanatical description.

Dream Ether is recognized as the most powerful and real force among the Nine Great Planets.

He even suspected that this was the power of the gods!...

Constantine's exceptional strength allowed him to secretly secure a place on the Floating Island early on.

But as a restless alchemist...

He certainly has his own pursuits.

In the early years.

While pursuing the power of the Dream Ether.

Constantine once accidentally entered a lower dimension in a dream.

According to his guess.

That lower plane is located at the very bottom of the Nine Great Planets—

Even the very bottom of the Abyss of Destruction!

That is the final resting place for all things.

It also contains tens of millions of projections.

It's very dangerous there.

But it also has a beautiful style that can't be seen elsewhere.

Although it was just a brief, accidental intrusion.

But Constantine still reaped considerable rewards.

He claimed to have mastered the mysteries of the gods.

That is, a small amount of "creative authority".

This is the power of creation, plus the projection he casually grabs from the lower planes.

Thirty years ago.

Slaughter Mask was born.

It is worth mentioning.

The shadow that Constantine captured back then.

It was Roger's! Therefore...

Slaughter Mask is essentially an artificial life form created by tracing Roger's projection.

Everything he inherited was from Roger.

Compared to Constantine, the creator.

Roger was more like his father.

"In the beginning."

He behaved normally.

He is very kind.

They are also very diligent.

He absorbed knowledge with the same thirst as a newborn baby.

His learning speed amazed me.

At that time, I was completely overwhelmed by the joy of creation.

I imparted all my knowledge to him without reservation.

In hindsight...

It's fortunate that he didn't have a talent for alchemy.

Otherwise, he might bring even more disasters to the world!

"The change began with his first killing."

At that time, I just thought he needed to master some combat skills.

His demonstrated potential also makes him well-suited to become a top-tier wanderer.

So I provided him with some very simple practice targets.

rabbit.

python.

goat.

Then came the poison wolf...

But it all started with the first killing.

He started acting strangely.

His strength began to grow at an incredible speed.

He kept asking me for more monsters.

Gradually.

He seems to be addicted to killing.

I realized that something was wrong.

They then tried to delay his actions.

But it was too late.

He fled the training room I had built for him.

His Spell Resistance and invisibility made it impossible for me to track him.

All I know is that...

He stayed on the surface for a long time.

I once thought he would die from the poison gas.

But very quickly.

He got used to the harsh environment on the surface.

His strength increased rapidly.

My worries soon became a reality.

About six months later.

He then returned to the Floating Island.

He didn't come looking for me.

Instead, they began a massacre!

"At the beginning."

He is only around level 70.

However, the number of mages who died at his hands continued to increase.

His strength quickly reached the critical point for promotion.

I have no way to deal with him.

to be honest.

At that time, I was a little soft-hearted towards him.

I'm thinking about it.

Those mages will eventually be able to solve this problem.

But what I didn't expect was...

The Future Organization is really this fragile.

Except for the final exile.

They put up almost no effective resistance...

You probably know what happened next.

This guy has the key to the secrets.

He can freely move between our world and the present world.

I have seen his rampage countless times in prophetic spells.

I am in great pain.

But there was nothing we could do.

Every time this happens.

I always recall what my mentor said to me when I first entered the industry—

We alchemists are very good at inventing.

However, he is not good at fighting.

The above two sentences can be translated as 'Alchemists are good at creating trouble, but not good at solving it.'

so.

In the realm of alchemy.

You must think twice before you act.

terribly sorry.

All this talk is pointless.

But this is truly my feeling.

As you can see.

Slaughter Mask is a creation out of control.

I can't control him.

So I had no choice but to come to you.

I think.

Compared to me, the creator who stumbled upon this by accident.

You probably know him better than I do.

You need to know.

He is the embodiment of your projection.

He could never be a match for you!

I listened silently to Constantine's entire account of the Slaughter Mask.

Roger's changing expressions were truly remarkable.

He gently rubbed his temples. "So..."

"You've come to ask me for help?"

Constantine said wearily:

"Yes."

"I want you..."

"Kill him!"

Roger snorted, "What if I refuse?"

Constantine smiled wryly and said, "Then there's nothing we can do."

"Besides you, I don't know who else can restrain him."

"The Slaughter Authority is the most terrifying power."

"I can confirm that."

"No one on the Floating Island can handle the upgraded Slaughter Mask."

After hearing this...

Roger said meaningfully:

"It seems that even for the sake of the Slaughter Authority, I should fight him to the death."

Constantine stated bluntly, "That's absolutely true."

"Of course, this trouble started with me, and I will pay for this commission."

You can name your price.

Roger, as was his habit, made an outrageous demand. "Three and Demigod Artifact, please."

"Can."

Roger was startled by the alchemist's straightforward answer.

"I will pay one item as a deposit."

"I'll give you the remaining two items on the spot once you kill Slaughter Mask and bring his body back to me."

"Oh, right."

What kind of Demigod Artifact do you want?

Constantine asked casually.

Roger was stunned by what he heard.

Are Immortal-grade alchemists really that rich?

Can you just pick Demigod Artifact? Roger tentatively suggested, "A gun, perhaps."

"Not the kind of firearms."

The Intimidation Puppet was quiet for a while.

A moment later.

Constantine calmly replied, "Yes."

"Do you think this is suitable?"

As they were talking.

The Intimidation Puppet suddenly opened its mouth.

A long, azure spear appeared before Roger!

On the data panel.

"Oath of Azure (Demigod Artifact /Knight's Lance)"

Special Effect 1: Three Spears Fatal

"Three Spears Fatal: Anyone hit three times by the Oath of Azure will be instantly reduced to Level 8 Death (except for Celestials)."

Note: Under the Oath of Azure, all people are equal, and even the gods are equal.

Special Effects 2: Oath of Azure

"Oath of Azure: Every time you use the Azure Spear, you must make an oath that complies with the rules of the Oath of Azure. You must abide by this oath for life, otherwise you will permanently lose the right to use the Oath of Azure."