Silver-White Armor
Luther examined the tarot cards in his hand.
On this tarot card, the following image is depicted:
A colossal Devil crouched on the stone platform, its head adorned with ram horns, its back with bat wings, and its lower body covered in animal fur and hooves. The Devil held a torch upside down in one hand and raised the other hand vertically, palm facing the card.
A naked man and woman are shrouded in the shadow of Devil. Their bodies are Distortion in Devil Transformation, chains are around their necks, and their eyes are glazed over, as if they have fallen into Abyss and become slaves to the Devil in body and soul.
What surprised Luther the most was the Devil that occupied the main part of the card. It had a human face, a beard, and a majestic appearance. However, because its body was Devil, this majesty became Distortion and eerie.
And Luther happened to recognize this face.
Roselle Gustav, his own time-traveling predecessor!
At the very top of the card, starlight condenses into a line of text:
"Sequence 0: The Abyss".
Is this a Card of Blasphemy?
Luther had seen something similar before. The Red Evil Spirit from the Fourth Epoch ruins had shown it to him and promised it as a reward for saving him.
Roselle's secret diary also contains relevant records. In his diary, he claims to have Record all the Potion recipes and Ritual of Beyonder Pathway, and made them into twenty-two Card of Blasphemy which were then distributed.
In other words, the card I have in my hand should be one of them. As for the specific Pathway, it is undoubtedly the Devil Pathway.
So, Sequence 0 of this Pathway is called "The Abyss." No wonder that Demigod cared so much about this card; after all, it contains the method to become the True God of his Pathway!
Luther looked at the tarot card, many thoughts flashed through his mind.
He didn't examine the cards more closely, but instead put them in his inner pocket, intending to study them later.
After installing the "Card of Blasphemy," Luther looked up and noticed something a dozen meters in front of him. It was a blood-soaked mass of flesh, its original shape unrecognizable.
Cons's remains.
Luther couldn't help but sigh softly as he approached the mass of Flesh.
"I'm sorry."
He said, "We couldn't keep that guy."
The corpse remained silent, yet he, as the "Shepherd," seemed to hear the lingering soul within it still uttering angry cries.
To be honest, Cons's fate was entirely innocent; he and his family were simply caught in the crossfire. His father was killed and replaced simply because of the need to Acting the Demon; and because of the need to complete the mission, his family was eliminated, leaving him as the vessel for his enemy.
However, the extraordinary world is cruel and chaotic, without any reason.
After standing there for a few seconds, Luther turned around and walked back to where he had been standing. He had been chased so hard by the "Spellsinger of God" that he hadn't even had time to pick up the "Lucky Roulette" after it fell to the ground.
The distant rumble of thunder indicated the ongoing battle between the two Demigod. The longer the stalemate continued, the more advantageous it would be for the "Spellsinger of God," as other reinforcements within the city would gradually gather and launch a coordinated attack. This was also why the Demon Nois had not engaged in direct combat but instead attempted to escape.
When Luther returned to the street he had just been on, he found the destroyed café empty; the couple had long since fled.
There's definitely something strange about them. Oh well.
Luther bent down and picked up the silver-white Revolver that had fallen to the ground. He examined it briefly, then paused slightly in surprise.
It turns out that a strange symbol had appeared on the grip of this Revolver at some point. The symbol was circular in shape and made of lines, resembling a snake coiling and devouring its own tail; or it resembled the "infinity" symbol from mathematics, intertwined and endless.
The "Lucky Roulette" falling out was not an accident, but rather a deliberate act by some being!
But why would they leave such a mark? Are they planning to contact me?
Just as Luther was looking at the Revolver, somewhat puzzled, he suddenly shuddered.
"Thump, thump."
"Click-clack..."
Heavy footsteps and the clanging of armor pieces echoed simultaneously at the end of the street. In the gray Fog, something seemed to be approaching step by step.
The sound seemed to strike his heart heavily, making it hard for him to breathe.
Luther instinctively felt uneasy; his Spirituality was warning him that what was about to appear would be extremely dangerous, even more so than the two Demigod he had just encountered. Even though that thing wasn't targeting him, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if he would be sliced apart by invisible blades in the next instant!
Get out of here right now!
Before that thing appeared, Luther did not hesitate to activate "Grazing," driving Mr. A's soul, and then Scribe "Grazing ability.
"Splash!"
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
The illusory pages turned incessantly, accompanied by a distant, ethereal sound, reproducing the Record ability to "Travel." As a result, the scenery around Luther rapidly changed, its edges blurred, its colors vivid, like some kind of overly painted oil painting.
"Thump, thump."
"Click-clack."
As the "Travel" was about to end, the footsteps and the clanging of metal grew clearer, and a tall figure gradually emerged from the Fog.
It was a full suit of silver-white armor, with a large patch of congealed blood splattered from the left shoulder down. It was unclear how long the blood had been there, but it looked as if it had just been splashed there!
Because the "Travel" had already begun, the surrounding scenery was blurred, but the silver-white armor remained clearly imprinted in Luther's eyes.
The armor seemed to notice Luther's gaze, and suddenly stopped, turned its head, and looked at him.
"Call!"
The world before my eyes became completely blurred, and even the armor was no exception.
Luther entered the Spirit World, but quickly left, and the surrounding scenery gradually returned to clarity. He saw the furnishings in his bedroom and his pet black cat Luna.
"Meow?"
Luna was squatting on the bedside table in the bedroom, tilting her head in confusion as if she hadn't expected Luther to be there at all.
Meanwhile, in the Cherwood Borough.
The spot where Luther had just stood had been sliced open by invisible blades, leaving the ground a mess. The silver-white armor glanced at that spot, then turned and charged again toward the direction where the two Demigod were fighting.
"Click!"
Thunder roared, accompanied by the angry howls of the Demon Cons. He seemed to sense the approaching danger, but the "Spellsinger of God" held him tightly, preventing him from escaping.
The silver-white armor stepped into the thick fog. Moments later, a dazzling light pierced through the Fog, bathing everything in the Dawn glow.