A strange change inside the mausoleum
The Fog Sea, Roselle's Concealment island, at the foot of the central mountain peak.
"Buzz--"
Silver light wove together in the air, creating a vast, shimmering grid that cut sharply and intricately.
A colossal Dragon, its entire body surging with flames, froze, halting its charge. Its massive flesh tore apart along the path of light, and a torrent of Flesh cascaded down like a mudslide.
The dismembered body lay on the ground for only a short time before an invisible, Filth, and terrifying force manifested, rapidly piecing its fragments back together.
"Roar!!"
And so the Dragon awoke once more, opening its silent, pale eyes, stretching its withered, rotting wings, and unleashing a deafening roar at Luther.
Ugh, so annoying!
Luther cursed, fiercely raising his Greatsword and slashing down at the Dragon once more.
Endless Monster are surging forward. Individually, each one is not particularly powerful, but their ability to constantly die and resurrect is a huge problem. Theoretically, the "Blade of Flesh and Spirit" should annihilate the target's soul, but new souls are always being conceived among the corpses, reactivating the dead bodies.
New Life, and endless New Life!
"You're asking for death..." Luther's face contorted with rage, veins throbbing on his forehead.
To be honest, if he wanted to fight seriously, he could have dealt with these guys. At worst, he could turn into the Blood River and drag them all into the Tide for a bath. But the Tide is full of risks, and it's really not worth paying that price to deal with such a bunch of small fry.
Think about it, are there any other options right now?
Box of the Great Old Ones?
There are too many Monsters to fit them all in one go... Also, that box contains contamination from Astral World; if the two come into contact, unpredictable consequences might occur...
Meanwhile, Above the Gray Fog.
Klein is closely monitoring the situation.
"Luther's eyes are getting fiercer... Is he planning to go all out against them?"
Seeing Mr. Temperance's increasingly Temperance demeanor, his eyebrows twitched, and he had a vague premonition of something bad.
Seeing the situation worsening, Klein quickly conjured paper and pen out of thin air, picked up the pen, placed the note on the Bronze Long Table, and wrote:
"The way for these two to change their current situation."
He stared at the note and silently recited it seven times, then closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and used the high mysticism of the gray Gray Fog to enter Dream Infiltration, Divination their path to survival—now that he had reached Sequence 4, he could utilize the power Above the Gray Fog more effectively, and the results he obtained were more useful. In the hazy Dream, Klein still couldn't Divination any information about Luther, only seeing a fleeting glimpse of the dense Blood Fog. However, the figure of the "Queen Mystic" Bernadette was very clear; her status seemed to have suddenly increased, then she transformed into a pure stream of information, flying towards the mountain behind her and entering the black gate of the Mausoleum.
The only way... is it inside Roselle's tomb?
But while the Queen could transform into a stream of information and pass through the gate, Luther couldn't; he needed help opening the gate to the Mausoleum...
Klein's heart skipped a beat. He grabbed the "Staff of Stars" in his hand and pressed it towards the tomb gate through the light barrier. Dense Fog swirled around the black staff, and the Fog throughout the castle rose up as if breathing.
"Brush!"
Luther, who was fighting the Monster, suddenly felt a Spirituality fluctuation. He looked up and saw a powerful force descending through the void, directly impacting the black tomb behind them.
A ripple-like movement spread across the surface of the heavy black gate, followed by the appearance of a blurry, pale blue doorway. It was embedded in the stone surface of the gate, and although it seemed ethereal, it miraculously gave the impression that one could pass through it.
The most basic skill for Apprentice: "Door Opening!"
At the very moment the door appeared, Bernadette's body trembled, as if she were Listening some Concealment voice.
"I received an oracle from Mr. Fool."
Bernadette shouted to Luther, "If you want to get rid of these Monsters, you have to go through that door!"
Her instincts as a "Clairvoyant" also confirmed this answer. "Good!"
Seeing that both people with precognitive abilities had reached the same conclusion, Luther no longer hesitated. He swiftly swung the "Blade of Flesh and Spirit," causing the blade to spew out a surging aura, instantly clearing away a large number of Distortion Monster in front of him. Then, taking advantage of the gaps in their recovery, he and Bernadette rushed towards the magnificent tomb and passed through the dark blue gate.
Strange light and shadow and hazy, vibrant colors flashed by in front of him, and once again Luther felt the tactile sensation of stepping on solid ground.
Looking around, he realized that he and Bernadette were already inside the tomb.
The tomb was completely empty inside, lacking any interior decorations that matched its magnificent exterior. There were no mountains of valuable burial goods, no exquisite and detailed murals, and no luxurious and ornate coffins. There were only dark walls and a high platform in the center.
The interior style of this mausoleum was quite different from that of Roselle, who was always fond of grandiose projects.
It was probably because the construction of the Mausoleum was an emergency, and the only option was to order the Monster on the island to build it as subjects, so as long as it could fulfill the function of a [Mausoleum], that would be sufficient.
It's ironic that Emperor Roselle, who spent his life enjoying a life of luxury and extravagance, had such a simple tomb after his death.
Luther looked towards the high platform.
He saw a pitch-black chair there. The chair was enormous, as if it were prepared for Giant. Its entire body seemed to be made of black iron, its surface covered with intricate and Distortion patterns, and the top of the backrest extended upwards, forming a structure similar to a crown.
A black Throne... Luther's heart skipped a beat. He remembered the tomb of King Solomon that he had seen in the Sonia Sea. There was something similar inside that he had thrown into a pile of debris on the Tide.
But... where is the owner of this Throne?
Luther and Bernadette exchanged a glance, then tentatively moved toward the Throne.
He failed to take the first step.
Unseen shackles bound Luther. He seemed to see a shadow flash by in an instant, and invisible rules immediately pressed down on him, as if the entire space denied his existence!
"Giggle..."
A clear laugh came from nearby. Behind Bernadette, a pair of pure white wings had appeared out of nowhere. These wings, originally meant to protect her, had now undergone a strange transformation. Each feather had sprouted deformed limbs and countless eyes... and the laughter was emanating from within the gaps in the feathers.
They have all been given life!
Luther frowned, then suddenly realized that something seemed off on his end as well.
Looking down, he saw his own shadow staring at him.
They're watching him!