Fatal Deception

"Whoosh..."

The surging Blood Sea of blood swallowed all the Lamb. Suah had already evacuated, and with the help of the Phantom Tide, the Lamb's souls were restored in the Blood Sea.

However, the three Angel opposite them had no time to pay attention to this; their attention was entirely on Luther and the ancient book in his hand.

Groselle's Travels

The day before the war, Klein had delivered the book to Luther through the Fool's Gray Fog. It was fortunate he did so beforehand; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to offer any help now that Amon had captured him.

"Swish."

Luther's eyes shimmered with molten gold, making it difficult to meet his gaze. He opened "The Groselle's Travels" and placed his hand on the ancient, yellowed pages.

An illusory light emerged between the pages and his palm, and his palm directly reached into the inner world of the book, stirring it back and forth.

"Stop him!"

Seeing this, Medici's eyes narrowed sharply, as if he had foreseen some danger. "Dlink, don't just stand there like an idiot!"

Then, the former Duke of South Wales, Derek Augustus, who was floating in the air, spoke majestically:

"This area is off-limits..." "Roar--"

Before He could utter a word, a deafening dragon roar resounded. The sound carried immense pressure, easily drowning out the "Prohibition" the "Balancer" was trying to utter.

Luther had already pulled his right hand out of the book, and in his palm lay a pale, ancient Quill.

The power of the Tide surged around him, and the Ship Spirit Antiya's "amplification" elevated his status, allowing him to borrow more power and making the existence of that Quill more vivid and real.

What will happen when 0-08 encounters "The Groselle's Travels"?

The three Angel silently looked up.

Above the surging Blood Sea, a colossal and ethereal Dragon had appeared out of nowhere. Its scales were covered with intricate and strange patterns that could drive anyone mad with a single glance. Its vertical pupils radiated golden light as it indifferently surveyed everything below.

"Roar--"

The Dragon soared and swooped, its wings outstretched, casting a massive shadow on the inner walls of the ruins. With a roar, it made the entire space tremble!

Stop showing off!

Luther roared, his Spirituality energy surging forth to maintain the existence of the "Quill of Alzuhod," "Do what you're supposed to do!"

And so the Dragon began to act. It used the false 0-08 and the brief projection of Groselle's Travels, and could not actually reach the status of the ancient Ancient God, but even so, it was not something the three Angel could stop!

Suddenly, the Dragon's eyes shot out a burst of intense golden light, and a magnificent figure instantly took shape within the Mausoleum, becoming solid and lifelike in the blink of an eye. It was a towering Giant, clad in tattered and decaying armor, his entire body seemingly bathed in the light of Twilight.

The Giant raised his right hand and swung his Greatsword, as large as a small mountain, down at the wall of fire below!

"!"

Medici's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he withdrew all his Spirituality and retreated rapidly, dodging the terrifying bombardment. However, this left the wall of fire blocking the sea of the Blood Sea directly exposed to the giant sword's attack.

Zaratul reacted even faster, his figure vanishing instantly, whether by hiding in a gap in history or by switching places with some Marionette somewhere.

Only Dlink, hovering above the Mausoleum, hesitated for a moment upon seeing this. In order to protect George III's Mausoleum, he activated his "Balancer" ability, attempting to isolate the Giant's attack on another battlefield.

And the outcome of all this is obvious.

"Click!"

The barrier that Luther couldn't break through was as fragile as a slightly thicker piece of glass under the Giant's sword, shattering with a crisp sound. Dlink, however, was violently slammed away by the recoil, crashing into the mountain wall and embedding himself inside.

The greatsword continued downwards without hindrance, tearing through Medici's wall of fire as if ripping a plank of wood!

At the very moment the wall of fire was Destruction, the terrifying Giant vanished without a trace. Just as it had appeared out of thin air before, the Giant now disappeared without warning. Gone with it were the illusory Quill in Luther's right hand and the "Dragon of Imagination" flying above his head.

It was originally an illusory fake, so it's already quite remarkable that it managed to hold out until it could unleash a single attack.

But that was enough, for the wall of fire had been Destruction, two Angel had dodged the attack, and one Angel who tried to block the attack was defeated. There were no more obstacles on the road to the Mausoleum!

"Oh no!"

Medici's expression changed slightly; flames re-emerged around him, and he rushed swiftly towards the breach...

But it was too late.

"Whoosh..."

The surging Blood Sea of blood, like thousands of leaping wild beasts, rushed through the gap, flooded the open space ahead, covered the ground, and continued forward until it reached the front of the Mausoleum!

George III is about to be promoted, but there's still time!

"Stop right there!"

Medici shouted, Arson forward in an attempt to create a new barrier.

"Whoosh!" The Tide surged and the current accelerated, quickly bypassing the incomplete wall of fire and rushing towards the Mausoleum!

"Boom!"

Waves of crimson blood lapped against the outer walls of the tomb, causing them to sway slightly.

"Boom!"

The waves rose higher and higher, their power increasing until they crashed against the tomb, causing it to shake violently!

"Flesh and Blood Magic is forbidden here..."

Dlink broke free from the outer wall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and hissed.

The Blood Sea seemed to pause almost imperceptibly, but its momentum quickly resumed, as it silently accumulated power. Each impact was a tremendous test for the tomb itself!

Finally--

"Bang!!"

The powerful waves crashed through the outer walls of the mausoleum, and the entire magnificent imperial Mausoleum was instantly swallowed up, Destruction, and torn apart by the Blood Sea.

The waves filled the tomb, completely filling it... Hmm?

Above the Blood Sea, Luther suddenly froze.

His Blood Sea truly Destruction the tomb, but why... was there no tactile sensation inside?

What about George III?

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Amidst this confusion, Luther heard a round of applause.

Medici's figure emerged from the darkness, a joyful smile spreading across his young, handsome face. This ease stood in stark contrast to his earlier panic.

"Congratulations, you have finally succeeded in Destruction this Mausoleum."

His smile carried obvious malice.

"But you seem to have misunderstood something. I never said that this mausoleum was one of George III's Ritual sites, did I?"

"Especially since you've already discovered this place before, why would he stubbornly choose this location again?"

At this moment, Medici, the cunning Hunter, finally revealed his true colors.