Chapter 349
Like Ryan, Doro also has no memory of her past.
Ryan nodded thoughtfully. If this is the case in the realm of intelligence, is it the same in other places?
Never mind, I'll give it a try next time I run into it.
Ryan flipped his right hand over, and a new mark appeared on the back of his hand—a mark symbolizing the Path of Wisdom, a pattern of the Eye of Nothingness.
"It seems the mark of wisdom is right here. If it existed back then, wouldn't I have been killed by that woman long ago if I had opened this book?"
That's strange. Someone of Keisha's level shouldn't be able to access this secret.
Ryan thought of the synonyms for the Wise Lord: strange and unpredictable. Perhaps this was an invisible arrangement. Fortunately, he followed his heart and escaped a calamity by chance.
"I need to find a place to refine the Path of Wisdom... It's been a long time since I visited Vainay and Ina, I should head back to the Imperial Capital first."
Ryan walked to the counter, placed a gold coin on the table, and then his figure gradually disappeared from the spot.
On the other side.
Just as Ryan returned to the Augustus Empire, the Port of Misi, far away on the Southern Continent, was suffering an unprecedented disaster.
The mad army from the Hand of Darkness launched a surprise attack while the Holy Blood Army and the Iron Blood Army were expanding. The defenders of Port of Misi were no match for them and were routed.
Although Elvian and Helen were guarding the city, after the Hand of Darkness attacked, those forces that had been suffocating under the pressure of the Primal Church also began to launch a counterattack.
"Rosalin, what are you trying to do, you madwoman?!"
High above the harbor of Port of Misi, Magana, who had just returned from an emergency, joined the battle. At that moment, black angel wings unfurled behind her, she held a black scythe, her white hair danced with Magic Power, and her angry eyes were filled with fear.
A door appeared in the void, and from the rotating dark door, a woman in a long black dress with a seductive figure walked gracefully out.
"Heh~ Elder Magana, I heard you broke away from the Hand of Darkness and chose to join the Primal Church? And you've even fallen for the Primordial Holy Son? I'd like to see what that guy who's been bewitching you since the Augustus Empire is all about."
Chapter 220 The Dark Pope Appears, Sylvia: Ryan, I will come to find you.
Boom!
Magana's body fell from the sky and slammed hard onto the ground.
Outside Port of Misi, both sides in the melee stopped simultaneously. Everyone looked up at the terrifying black mist that hung in the air like dark clouds pressing down on the city, their hearts filled with shock and awe.
"Magana, give up. You should know that you can never be a match for me."
The woman in the black mist had long, jet-black hair with red streaks at the ends, the red strands burning like flames. She had long, narrow eyelashes, deep, dark red eyes that shimmered like stars, and slightly upturned, cherry-red lips. She spoke in a detached tone.
She looked around, then glanced at the people in the direction of Port of Misi.
"The Primal Church? Ha, you dare use that name? You're a bunch of ignorant fools."
Boom!
A terrifying shockwave erupted from the ground, Magana rose to her feet again, her eyes burning with rage.
"Rosalin, I'm not done with you yet!"
"Not over yet? Magana, don't you think too highly of yourself?" Rosalin's eyes were full of mockery. "Small in stature, but big in ego. I didn't bother with you before because you were an elder of my Hand of Darkness, but now that you've betrayed the Church, do you think I'll still tolerate your foul temper?"
"Asshole!"
Magana slashed through the void, the Grim Reaper's scythe cutting through the sky, the terrifying blade of light cleaving through space, leaving visible cracks in the void.
With her strength, she was almost infinitely close to the Eighth Tier when she unleashed all her divine power. However, facing this terrifying attack, Rosalin simply raised her hand, released Magic Power to protect her palm, caught the flying light blade head-on, and then gently squeezed her palm together to crush the light blade directly.
"You've had your fun, let K come out already."
Rosalin had no intention of killing Magana. She slightly raised her eyes and looked towards Port of Misi. "Or do you want me to drag her out?... Never mind, it's all the same anyway. She's been silent for so long, she's probably too ashamed to face me."
After speaking, Rosalin opened her hands, and a black ball of light condensed in her palm, which she gently tossed into the air.
The sphere of light shone with an extremely dark glow, hovering above Port of Misi and growing larger, radiating immense pressure.
Magana's expression changed slightly. If that thing were to fall, the entire Port of Misi would be razed to the ground in an instant!
Just then, the gate to the void opened, and endless mist, like a giant beast, opened its mouth and swallowed the black sphere.
"Um?"
Rosalin raised an eyebrow, looking at the churning mist and the familiar figure emerging from the door. Her doubt turned to anger.
"K, you've finally arrived!"
"Rosalin?"
Witch K was taken aback. "It's you?"
"Can't it be me? Or do you not want to see me?"
"Why wouldn't I want to meet an old friend? We haven't seen each other for five hundred years, have we?"
"Ha, old friend?" Rosalin's expression was indifferent. "K, how dare you say such a thing? What did you say when you left? We would follow that person for life, lurking in this world, and one day we would usher in a new opportunity."
Witch K was even more confused. "And then?"
"And then? You have the nerve to ask me that?" Rosalin glanced at me indifferently. "You don't mean to tell me that you created the Primal Church to welcome His return, do you?"
"Otherwise what?"
"Haha, hahaha! K, you really don't even blink when you lie." Rosalin's face turned icy cold. "Don't think I don't know, the Primal Church wasn't founded by you at all. On the surface, that guy named Adele is the Pope, and both you and he obey Ryan's orders and even call him a Holy Son!"
Witch K crossed her arms, not angry at Rosalin's questioning, but rather amused.
It seems this guy really doesn't know anything, so the Creator didn't contact her at all? Ha~ It seems that in the Creator's heart, I still hold a much higher position than Rosalin.
"Wait!" Magana flew into the air, looking at Rosalin and then at the witch K. "You... know each other?"
Rosalin said indifferently, "Magana, you don't know yet, do you? This woman is a member of the Witch Society, codename K."
Witch K scoffed, "As if you're not one either, little JJ."
"Don't call me that nickname!" Rosalin said angrily. "And besides, you're the one who betrayed me, don't pretend nothing happened!"
"Little JJ?"
Magana's expression was strange.
What's going on?
The two know each other, and they seem to have a good relationship.
The witch, codename K... I do seem to have heard of her. So she's a member of the Witch Society. Does that mean this old, invincible Dark Pope was once a witch?
Magana felt a headache coming on; she felt like she needed to grow a brain.
"Alright, alright, Rosalin," Witch K sighed helplessly. "Do you really think I'm someone who's so easily swayed? We've held on for a thousand years, you don't think I'd give up so easily, do you?"
"Isn't that so?" Rosalin sneered. "I investigated that Ryan. He was originally from the Augustus Empire, just a count. I don't know what sweet talk he used to bewitch that idiot Magana."
Magana: You're an idiot! Your whole family are idiots!
"Later he even went to the Arcadia Empire. As a politician, he was indeed quite capable, but I never expected that even you would be deceived by him. K, you say you remain loyal, then tell me straight, is Ryan the one chosen by the Creator?"
Rosalin stared sharply at the witch K.
"Yes."
"Ridiculous!" Rosalin roared. "If the Creator were to awaken, how could I not have noticed? Now there's this so-called Holy Son —what is he but a fraud?!"
"Hmm..." Magana didn't quite understand, but she still spoke up, "Is it possible that the creator didn't value you? So he didn't let you know?"
Rosalin: "?"
"Shut up, you shorty, or I'll kill you."
Magana was so angry her chest was pounding. If she weren't outmatched by Rosalin, she would have charged at her long ago.
"Oh dear, Rosalin, so you didn't know?" Witch K finally couldn't help but laugh. "It's pitiful, but I still have to tell you... Yes, the Creator has awakened, Ryan is the chosen one, and Adele and I have both successfully completed the ritual transformation."
"That's impossible!"
Rosalin clenched her fists. "How could the Creator's awakening have overlooked me!"
"Don't believe me? Then I'll show you."
Explaining it wouldn't work; Witch K knew Rosalin too well, so she decided to prove it to her in a more direct way—by fighting!
Rosalin couldn't be happier. Her purpose in coming to the Southern Continent wasn't to expand the Hand of Darkness, but to set things right and personally eliminate the traitor, Witch K.
She has that confidence.
Although she ranks lower than K in the Witch Society, her potential is actually slightly higher than K's. Over the years, she has devoted herself to cultivation, almost pushing the Path of Death to its limit.
She knew that Witch K was also a being who had passed through the Path of Death; in a battle of death, she held an absolute advantage.
However.
The moment the battle began, Rosalin sensed something was wrong.
Previously, the witch K released her power to devour her intention to destroy Port of Misi. Because she saw the witch K appear, she did not pay attention. Now, facing the former's attack, she released magic with the mixed power transformed by the ritual. The power was much stronger than the Path of Death alone!
After several exchanges, although no winner was decided, Rosalin knew she was clearly at a disadvantage!
"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter, I'm going to die laughing!" Magana, who was watching from afar, burst into laughter without any attempt to hide it. "Rosalin, is this your confidence?!"
They talked a big game, but they couldn't beat the opponent!
"That's impossible!"
Rosalin's eyes sharpened, and she pulled out an old, black book from her storage bag.
The pages turned without any wind, and Rosalin held a pen in her hand, as if she wanted to write something on it.
"A necromancer?! Rosalin, are you crazy?!" Witch K was stunned for a moment, then retorted angrily, "You're going to write my name in it?"
The Necronomicon, one of the most powerful relics in the Path of Death, allows the Grim Reaper to descend and take the life of anyone who writes their name on it.
Of course, while it's called the Grim Reaper, it actually refers to the arrival of the power that Path of Death. This book contains corresponding mappings of this path, which can drive the power within to kill the target.
Even the witch K would find herself in serious trouble if she were entangled by the Power of Death.
"If you dare to write it down, don't blame me for being impolite. Don't forget I also have some of my belongings!"
As she spoke, witch K pulled out a Dagger.
The Dagger looked plain and unadorned, forged from dark metal with a cold, gleaming surface.
Upon seeing the Dagger appear, Rosalin paused, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in her eyes.
The Hubert's Dagger is a relic born from the magical Magic Power and physical transformation of an Eighth Tier Path of Death Supernatural Being during the previous era.
These relics are called divine relics, most of which were obtained from the gods through sacrificial rituals, but some were left behind by the deaths of Supernatural Being.
These relics also have corresponding counterparts along the way, existing in place of the Supernatural Being after their deaths.
Because it is projected onto the pathway, it possesses terrifying power, but this relic is different from those God-given, and its use will produce side effects.
After all, when Supernatural Being die, they will more or less retain some obsessions or even resentment. For example, this Hubert's Dagger will drain the user's life force each time it is used, which is to put it simply, lifespan.
But the power gained in exchange is truly terrifying; it kills its locked target and never stops.
Faced with the threat of the Dagger, Rosalin calmed down immediately. She realized that the witch K's strength had already surpassed her own, and that power came from the transformation of the ritual.
In other words, Witch K really wasn't lying?
She really succeeded, and was that Ryan truly the chosen Holy Son of the Creator?
How is that possible? Why haven't I received any messages?
Although she is the Pope of the Hand of Darkness, the only one she prays to and believes in day and night is the Supreme Creator!
"Hey, Rosalin, are you going to fight or not?" Magana suddenly felt powerful again. Although she couldn't beat Rosalin, she could beat Witch K. Besides, she was now a member of the Primal Church, so she was on Witch K's side!
She and Witch K indiscriminately slaughtered the Hand of Darkness!
"Fight, why don't we fight?"
A voice suddenly rang out.
Rosalin's gaze shifted, and she saw a milky-white light swirling in the void, revealing a figure backlit by the light. Her eyes narrowed. "Sylvia, it's you!"
Dressed in a white robe and holding a scepter, Sylvia said indifferently, "Rosalin, after all these years of fighting, this is the first time I've learned that you're a member of the Witch Society."
"Snort."
Rosalin did not speak.
Her mind is a bit confused right now.