Intruder

Luther should have realized that the True Creator wouldn't let him off so easily.

He killed the sons of this evil god, purged His followers, and even resisted His blessings, turning instead to His mortal enemy, the Fool. Despite this series of blasphemous acts, the other side made no move to retaliate— Luther almost thought this god was utterly insane and irrational.

However, he had actually been preparing in secret for a long time, and when he made his move, it was a terrifying killing move.

Ouroboros.

The King of Angel, Sequence 1.

A powerful follower of the True Creator.

Although Suah are Sequence 1, the difference between them is extremely obvious. One was born only a few hundred years ago, while the other has gone through multiple eras; one is crazy and chaotic, completely unable to control its malice and can only fight on instinct, while the other is indifferent and calm, as unpredictable as Fate itself; one was conceived by an evil god and its Spirituality is unstable, while the other firmly controls the Pathway, until it became the King of Angel.

Luther was able to severely injure Suah because of the strong restraint provided by Bernadette and others, and also with the help of Medici and others who had regained their former power. Now, with the other sea kings absent and the item that could borrow past power already used up, and facing Ouroboros, whose strength far surpasses Suah's, his chances of winning are extremely slim.

Even so, I must resist!

Before Luther's eyes appeared a series of continuous rings, covered with silvery-white scales, like living snakes, extending from head to tail, appearing otherworldly and mysterious.

Within this circle, the orbits of all things are forcibly pieced together. Ends connect to beginnings, endlessly repeating. The crimson Blood Sea of blood, just overflowing from the body, surges back. It cannot unfold at all, let alone release those Lamb.

On the peaks of Bansy Island, time seems to be caught in a strange loop.

"No... it has to be broken!"

Luther thought to himself, fully activating the Phantom Tide within his body.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the tide grew louder, penetrating his body and affecting the surrounding space. His efforts seemed to have an effect; imperceptibly, the reverse flow of time around him began to slow down, giving him more opportunities to take other actions.

The Tide within him could withstand True God, while the other party's status was merely that of the King of Angel. He still had a chance Ouroboros looked over with an indifferent expression.

He was barefoot, as if standing in the river of Fate.

"Boom!"

Luther's body jerked violently, and the Altar beneath his feet suddenly cracked, nearly causing him to fall. Not only that, but an aura of destruction and calamity emanated from within the Altar, assaulting his Consciousness.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be affected by this at all. But now, as he was fully focused on summoning the Tide to resist, this aura successfully distracted Consciousness for a moment.

In that brief moment, the situation reversed again. As if in a dream, when Luther opened his eyes again, he was standing in front of Ouroboros once more, and the Blood Sea still hadn't been successfully released.

Ouroboros was indeed unable to control the Tide, but instead turned his attention to Luther himself, who was summoning Tide!

All of Luther's resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of it!

"Brush!"

Just then, the space in front of Luther Distortion. The Ship Spirit Antiya, with her exquisite features and wearing an asymmetrical black dress, appeared. Although the surrounding atmosphere was almost frozen, her black hair and the hem of her dress swung straight back, as if she were being impacted by a strong airflow, or as if she were being violently repelled by this area.

Antiya's beautiful face was contorted with effort, her movements as slow as if she were submerged in highly viscous glue. She looked anxiously at Luther, and slowly and laboriously extended a hand to him.

Time seemed to slow to an unnatural degree. Luther could see Antiya's mouth opening and closing slowly, but he couldn't hear anything. However, he could roughly guess what she meant, so he stretched out his arm with all his might.

Antiya's true form is Ghost Ship; by grabbing this hand, one can be transported to the Spirit World, thus escaping "Ta."

Ouroboros took a step forward.

Bare feet, sleeves tucked behind their arms, stomped softly on the rough, pebbly ground, the sound hitting their eardrums with a heavy thud.

"Boom!"

Luther watched helplessly as Antiya's body was swept away, like a leaf scattered by Storm. In his vision, the beautiful woman in the black dress suddenly disappeared, leaving only the Angel with long silver hair opposite him.

Ouroboros approached step by step.

With each step he took closer, Luther's control over his body diminished. The surrounding air seemed like solidified iron, allowing no room for even the slightest movement of his limbs!

"Medici!"

He roared inwardly, calling upon the Red Angel within him.

"Stop shouting, just give up," Medici said lazily. "I know what this guy is capable of. In your current state, you can't even escape from him, let alone resist."

So you mean I should just wait to die?

"The good news is, He probably won't kill you right away," Medici continued, as if shifting into a more comfortable position. "The bad news is, you'll likely be taken over there... to meet..."

"Medici, you good-for-nothing, it's all your fault!"

"Shut up! I don't want to listen to you at all!"

Two other voices arose, arguing with Medici within his mind. At this crucial moment, the three Conqueror's evil spirits actually clashed with each other!

Whom am I going to see?

True Creator?

That enemy I hate?!

Luther was filled with indescribable rage; a cacophony of arguments echoed in his mind, making his temples throb. Could it be that, as Medici had said, he truly had no other options?

Let's give it our all!

He forced out a Hermes Script through gritted teeth. "Fool does not belong to... this age..."

Now that things have come to this, he must summon the Fool and make the Tide and the Gray Fog collide directly!

Ouroboros had already walked up to Luther and calmly met his gaze. His thoughts then slowed even further, as if a single sentence would take ten thousand years to utter.

"... Above the Gray Fog... a mysterious... ruler..."

Ouroboros fully unfurled his nearly two-meter-long wings, then closed them to envelop Luther's body.

His vision was filled with sacred, illusory feathers, and the "Angel of Fate" looked down at his struggles expressionlessly.

"... the one who holds... good fortune..."

The wings had completely obscured his vision and would engulf him before Luther could finish his prayer. Extreme anger and resentment surged within him, and he fought desperately to utter the last word of his prayer.

Just then, he suddenly saw that a piece of Ouroboros's wing had vanished. It was as if an invisible eraser had wiped that feather from reality.

Through the feather, Luther saw that an intruder had appeared behind Ouroboros at some unknown time.

The intruder, clad in a black robe, stood silently.