Before the Mausoleum

This guy is still Consciousness?

Looking at Edwards, whose skin was dark blue and sunken, resembling Zombie, Luther wondered to himself.

From his perspective, the Filth emanating from the other party wasn't particularly strong; instead, it retained more of an invisible force of Order. In other words, the Black Emperor's will had temporarily prevailed over him.

"Brush."

Bernadette's figure quickly appeared in the open space beside him, the very spot Edwards had been watching, still holding the invisibility hat she had just taken off.

Uncle Edwards, what are you doing here?

She used a nickname she had used in her youth, seemingly to appease Edwards and reduce the likelihood of an accident.

"I don't know either..."

Edwards, dressed in luxurious clothes from the Roselle era, with completely white hair, an aged appearance, and pale blue eyes filled with indifference and Indifference, said, "One time I woke up... and found myself back on this island..."

"Perhaps this is my destiny... to always protect His Majesty..."

His tone was flat, as if he had lost most of his emotions, leaving only the most basic rationality, "His Majesty's Mausoleum is nearby, and I have been guarding it here, awaiting His resurrection..."

"But so many years have passed, and there has been no movement at the tomb..." His words were the final piece of the puzzle, proving that Roselle's Secret Mausoleum was indeed located here.

This long voyage was finally worthwhile...

Luther thought to himself.

He watched as Bernadette continued her conversation with the other person.

"Aren't Uncle William and the others with you?"

"They were already corrupted and dead... Now, although they have come back to life, they are even closer to Monster and are no longer the same people they once were... Your Highness, you must be careful of them."

When Edwards mentioned his former comrades, a flicker of emotion finally crossed his usually indifferent eyes.

Bernadette paused for a few seconds, then asked:

"Where is my father's Mausoleum? I want to go see it."

"Good."

Edwards stiffly moved his neck, as if trying to nod. "Your Highness... please come with me, I will take you to see His Majesty..."

He turned and walked toward the woods. Luther followed behind them, watching the Filth line hanging from the sky getting closer and closer, knowing that they were heading toward the mountain in the center of the island.

"Um?"

He suddenly frowned.

Whether it was just my imagination or not, the Filth around me seemed to grow stronger. It felt as if many malicious eyes were peering at me from deep within the dense forest, through the giant trees.

A few meters ahead, Bernadette and Edwards could still hear their conversation:

"Uncle Edwards, what were you worshipping in that open space earlier?"

"His Majesty."

"Do Uncle William and the others also worship my father?"

"No... I don't know what they're praying to."

Edwards said in a low voice.

"Yes, ██!"

"This is our greatest ██!!" The giant trees opened their mouths wide in a frenzied and excited prayer.

Keep your voice down... who cares what kind of dog poop that is...

Luther endured the increasingly jarring prayers.

The pain intensified, feeling as if a pillar filled with red-hot steel needles was violently churning inside my head.

After walking for about four or five minutes, the trees in front of them disappeared, and the clear dividing line reappeared.

Beyond that line stands a magnificent mountain peak.

The mountain peak is several hundred meters high and is also covered with giant, dark green, almost black trees. However, on the side of the mountain facing the visitors, most of the area is treeless, replaced by traces of human intervention.

Luther saw that a small portion of the mountain had been hollowed out, and a magnificent Mausoleum was embedded in the mountainside. It was mainly composed of the mountain itself, with only a small portion showing signs of artificial construction and excavation.

The Mausoleum gate was black, thirty meters high, and appeared heavy and imposing. It was densely covered with many characters and pictures, Luther could not understand, but he knew it was Intis script, which Bernadette next to him would definitely recognize.

"Civil Code, Steam design drawings, Safety and Health Regulations..."

She stared at the words and whispered, "These are all the rules my father left behind..."

An invisible aura of majesty and Distortion enveloped the tomb; this was undoubtedly the powerful presence unique to the "Black Emperor." At the same time, Filth stench, like disgusting maggots, clung deeply to the tomb, impossible to banish. Gazing at the mountain peak, Luther felt his head throbbing as if it were about to explode. Countless frenzied wills were attempting to invade; he had reached his limit. If he remained any longer, his mind would suffer irreparable damage!

It won't work.

Luther thought to himself, "I must summon that Tide."

He then closed his eyes.

"Whoosh..."

The illusory sound of the tide soon arose, and a cool sensation soothed the whole body, gently covering all the previous pain.

It's so useful... too useful... but behind this convenience lies a deadly risk... However, if I ever have to risk everything, I'll still use it without hesitation...

Luther thought to himself.

All the pain caused by the Filth was kept outside his body. At this moment, it was as if he was examining the toxic environment through an incredibly clear Mirror.

After the pain subsided, his senses became more acute.

Something seems off...

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"Oops!"

Above the Gray Fog, Klein, who was observing Bernadette, suddenly exclaimed in surprise. From his vantage point, he saw that, centered on Bernadette and the others, the Distortion, resurrected Monster in the surrounding dense forest were slowly gathering and closing in.

He immediately captured the image, transformed it into pure information, and projected it into the stars represented by Bernadette.

At the same time.

"Brush!"

Luther raised his right hand, and a dense shadow surged forth, instantly solidifying into a deep, dark Greatsword.

He faced the direction with the most Monster and slashed horizontally, his black Greatsword leaving a sharp trail. Everything in its path—giant trees, Monster...—was easily sliced in half.

"Ahhh, ██ ah..."

"Roar..."

One by one, the giant trees crashed to the ground, uttering desperate prayers, while the Distortion Monster howled mournfully before falling silent.

"That feels good... "Luther took a deep breath and revealed a cold smile.

These things had been praying incessantly in my ear, and now they could finally be quiet.

However, he soon witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The Monster that had died and the giant trees that had been cut down actually healed their wounds and returned to their original state under the influence of the Filth aura!

How so?

The "Blade of Flesh and Spirit" attack can annihilate both the body and the soul!