The trembling of the White Tower

The colossal Giant, as majestic as a mountain peak, let out a terrifying roar incomprehensible to humans. A bright, crimson flower bloomed from its naked belly, revealing a crazed figure bathed in blood.

"Die! Die!"

Luther roared in fury, his expression ferocious, holding weapons in each hand as he dug into the Flesh beneath him, breaking free from the Filth and disgusting body of the True Creator.

To hell with righteousness and glory, he absolutely refuses to associate with this bastard!

At the foot of the Cross, Ouroboros, who had been waiting quietly, suddenly stood up.

As if unable to look directly at the Filth and divine power emanating from the Giant, He chose to close His eyes completely. Then, a silvery glow emanated from His body, forming a series of strange, interconnected symbols behind Him that slowly spread outwards...

"Wait a minute."

Adam spoke up to stop him, saying, "There's still a chance to salvage the situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he vanished from the spot in an instant.

On the Giant's abdomen.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Luther swung his Twin Swords fiercely, slicing and tearing at the Giant's Flesh again and again, trying to escape.

The Giant let out a roar of anger and pain.

Almost completely insane, acting only on instinct, darkness surged behind Him, and a heavy curtain that stretched to the sky was already unfurled.

"Bang!"

The moment Luther came into contact with the Filth stench emanating from behind the curtain, his body exploded into a cloud of filthy Blood Fog.

However, the Blood Fog quickly gathered again.

"You brain-dead idiot!"

Luther shouted angrily, "What good will it do to hit yourself!"

At this moment, he has a profound Spirituality connection with the True Creator, and the Creator's actions are tantamount to influencing him with its authority, which is completely ineffective.

However, Luther naturally did not want this connection to continue. As soon as it was restored, he picked up his weapon again and began digging downwards.

But he soon discovered that his lower body did not exist, or rather, at least half of his body was completely fused with the holy body of the True Creator, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

Damn it!

Seeing that he couldn't dig himself out, Luther's face contorted with rage. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately reversed the pitch-black "Blade of Flesh and Spirit" and pressed it against the connection between his body and the Giant.

He wants to cut himself in half at the waist and then resurrect from half a body!

I don't recommend you do that.

Adam's voice rang out calmly, "Doing this will not result in a successful separation, but will instead damage and injure both your soul and His."

He had appeared beside Luther without anyone noticing, and as if nothing had happened, he rationally reminded him, "If you continue, you will be destroyed along with us, rendering all our previous efforts futile. Believe me, you can still give up resisting and re-merge..."

"Enough, shut up."

Luther simply stared at him with hatred.

I won't listen to a single word you say... Go to hell!

As he finished speaking, his volume suddenly increased, producing an extremely Filth sound that seemed to be produced by rusty vocal cords.

Behind the Giant, the dark curtain trembled, as if echoing Luther's Language of Foulness, wrapping them into a terrible Curse and covering Adam.

Adam's figure was then Corrosion, his entire body covered in a terrible rust color, and he quickly turned into a bubble-like phantom and disappeared. But without a doubt, His figure soon reappeared.

Looking at the crazed Distortion Luther, His eyes instantly shone brightly, like molten gold.

"Brush!"

A phantom then appeared in the air, with red hair and golden eyes, a gentle expression, and wearing a white robe. Its body was tightly connected to Luther, and it also had an inseparable Spirituality relationship with Adam.

Personality Avatar, M.

The moment this Avatar appeared, Luther's struggling movements involuntarily paused.

Adam's power was transmitted through the connection with M, once again Imprisonment his movements.

Close your eyes and sleep peacefully.

Adam said softly, "For all living beings in this world."

His words were filled with powerful force, as if they acted directly on the depths of the soul, making them irresistible.

M's body moved involuntarily. Her face showed helplessness, but her hands gently held Luther's head, trying to Hypnosis him.

"No..."

Luther's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Adam and M, but he was powerless to resist and could only feel waves of drowsiness washing over him.

Deep within the Spirituality, the Chaos Sea remained unaware of its holder's desperate situation, quietly lying dormant.

Suddenly, above the dark and Phantom Tide, amidst the countless prayer lights fluttering around the towering White Tower, a strange light emerged.

It was an exceptionally bright brass color, small yet exuding an aura of wisdom.

In an instant, the brass-colored light rapidly spread out and entered the white Tower behind it.

"Buzz!"

The magnificent Tower remained silent for a moment, then began to respond. The small point of light seemed to act as a catalyst, causing the entire surface of the White Tower to radiate a brass color and vibrate violently.

"Boom! Boom!"

The Tower trembled continuously, causing ripples to spread across the deep black water near its base. Soon, these ripples expanded, reaching the entire surface of the sea, eventually stirring up towering waves!

The Real World.

"Whoosh..."

Without warning, Luther heard the Phantom Tide echoing in his mind.

The familiar sound had become a life-saving celestial melody. The moment it sounded, Luther felt his body lighten and he had broken free from Adam's control!

Although he didn't know who had helped him, at that moment, he was free once again!

"Bang!"

Adam's outstretched arm suddenly snapped open, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face, before he slowly uttered a name: "Herabergen..."

Although he had freed Luther from his control, he remained remarkably composed, keeping his distance from M's illusory figure and quietly watching Luther.

Luther immediately understood what He meant.

A being offered him temporary relief. However, as long as M remained, he would be controlled again once the Tide subsided.

Unless...

Kill M.

Luther seemed to have thought of something and suddenly looked up.

On the opposite side, M, who had been held by Adam, suddenly began to move with difficulty. She looked into Luther's eyes, slowly stretched out her hand, and pointed to her pale, slender wrist.

Wrist...

Luther Consciousness looked at his wrist, where there was a red, rose-like symbol.

M's heart.