Lord, I Offer You My Body
Ruin No. 1, outside Backlund.
The three Angel gazed up at the Astral World; at that moment, they had already Spirituality perceived everything that was happening there.
"Tch, he actually did it..."
After a moment, Medici suddenly chuckled and shook his head.
As for the other two Angel, they appeared even more hesitant.
"How could this be... How could such a thing happen..."
"Dlink muttered incredulously, then abruptly turned to Medici, his gaze serious, his aura imposing and oppressive," he said. "Are you hiding something from us?"
"Is there?"
Medici didn't seem to care at all, and his attitude remained relaxed.
With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved the strange crown, stained with rust and blood, then turned to the Mausoleum destroyed by the Blood Sea: "Alright, according to the Contract, I've protected your tomb for you, so I'll take this... Do you have any objections?"
The Mausoleum was silent; George III was clearly no longer able to respond to Him.
Medici chuckled softly, tossing the crown into his hand before turning and leaving the tomb.
Inside the Secret Mausoleum in Awwa County.
"It's over."
Hermes' eyes showed no emotion; he simply calmly concluded, "George III's ascension has failed."
His clothes were spotless, and he didn't look like he had just been in a battle; rather, he looked like a gentleman going for a stroll.
He kept the Filth blood overflowing from the tomb outside, protecting not only His clothes from defilement but also the Mausoleum Guards from contamination. However, they seemed ungrateful, merely staring blankly at the tomb being Destruction from the inside out.
Hermes watched this scene silently as her figure gradually disappeared.
Just before he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something and looked back at the side of the mausoleum.
There, the Demoness Trissy remained immersed in her mesmerizing Dream, her face etched with sorrow and tears welling in her eyes.
Seeing this, the old man slowly shook his head.
He suddenly snapped his fingers, and Fluffy Big Rabbit dressed in a tuxedo appeared. It bent down, picked up the unconscious Trissy, hopped and skipped after Hermes, and disappeared into the void.
----The Secret Mausoleum of East Chester County.
"This is..."
Bernadette heard the majestic voice in her mind immediately; it was the authority of the Black Emperor. Besides her, all the citizens of Intis who recognized Roselle as Emperor would also hear this voice.
He's alive!
Upon understanding this, the "Queen Mystic's" eyes immediately revealed extreme joy. Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately abandoned her entanglement with the "Nation Builder" William I, and in a flash, she transformed into a large number of magnificent bubbles, which then dispersed in all directions and shattered one after another.
William Augustus witnessed this scene but showed no inclination to stop or chase after him; judging from his appearance, he did not seem to experience much negative emotion.
In Backlund town, on Anniversary Square.
"My people..."
With his distinctive mustache, the stern and old-fashioned King George III was concluding his speech to the audience.
The Blood Bishop had been driven away, and "professionals" came to Soothing everyone down, making most people forget what had just happened. The speech was able to continue.
However, just as everything was about to end smoothly, George III's body suddenly exploded without warning. "Bang!"
His Flesh transformed into a dazzling firework, or like a dirty fountain, spraying into the air.
People stared blankly at the scene, only reacting after a moment, screams erupting everywhere. The guards rushed onto the platform, the Spectator scattered in all directions, the deafening noise... the entire Square immediately descended into chaos.
Audrey, at the center of the riot, wasn't too surprised by what she saw; she simply pondered and guessed:
"What did Mr. Temperance and Mr. World do...? Was this also the will of Mr. Fool...?"
Deep within the Fog Sea, in Roselle's Concealment tomb.
"Damn it... I have to leave right now..."
Luther thought about it intermittently.
The protracted struggle and a series of insane actions completely drained his Spirituality, pushing his entire being to the brink of mental collapse.
He was extremely weak at this moment, and this was an island related to the "Primordial Moon," which was the Mother Goddess of Depravity. Staying here any longer would be very dangerous.
"Antigonus... no, she's reached her limit too..." Luther was about to call on Miss Ship Spirit to take him on a "Travel" away when he sensed the weakness of the Anchor Tattoo —the latter had also fallen into a deep sleep.
Left with no other choice, he struggled to leave the tomb, then Grazing the soul of the "Fallen Earl" float up, flying high and low, heading away from the island.
"Lao Huang is still absorbing Uniqueness and Characteristic... I don't know when he'll recover..."
"I still need to... go save Klein..."
Luther's Consciousness was already blurred, and he was flying almost instinctively. He had exhausted all means, and now he just wanted to find a safe place to lie down and meditate for a while to regain his Spirituality.
"I remember... there was an island in this area..."
He thought groggily as he struggled through the thick Fog, heading in one direction.
Fortunately, Luther was lucky. A few minutes later, the outline of an island appeared at the end of the Fog. Overjoyed, he accelerated his flight and landed on the riverbank before his Spirituality was exhausted.
It was a small island, covered only with damp moss and weeds. Luther trudged deeper into the island, trying to find a suitable spot to lie down and meditate.
Then he met an old man.
The old man sat cross-legged on the ground. He was thin, with many wrinkles on his face, and wore a clean but patched clerical robe. His expression was peaceful and calm... He looked like an Ascetic.
He didn't seem surprised to see Luther appear; instead, he smiled gently at him.
"You...!"
Luther's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked almost instinctively at the old man's hands clasped in front of him.
In those hands, a strange playing card floated:
Against a backdrop of crimson Fog, young Roselle hangs upside down on a Cross, his arms outstretched and nails piercing his palms. His body is covered in blood, and a strange expression graces his face—is it pain and Degeneration, or the compassion that bears all burdens?
The glittering starlight swirled at the top of the card, condensing into a few words:
[Sequence 0: The Hanged Man]
Seeing this, a thought quickly flashed through Luther's mind:
This is Card of Blasphemy featuring the Hanged Man!
But in the next instant, he suddenly became alert.
Why would the opponent hold this card?
Was he using the rule of attraction between Beyonder Characteristic to wait for me to walk right into his trap...? Whoosh.
Just as Luther had figured this out, the old man opposite him—the leader of Aurora Order Society, the "Silent Angel" Heliodorus— suddenly pulled open his robe, revealing the wooden Cross that had always been stuck in his chest.
This "Silent Angel," who hadn't spoken a word since being promoted to Sequence 2 Angel, looked at Luther with piety and tranquility, his mouth slowly opening and closing.
He seemed to have said something.
The sound echoed between heaven and earth, generating a powerful vibration.
Everything fell silent, as if all living beings were Listening those words. In an instant, a powerful and invisible rule was suddenly generated!
"Ugh!"
Luther felt his body suddenly stiffen, unable to move, and could only stare helplessly at the old man opposite him.
On the old man's chest, the strange Cross was slowly turning blood red from the bottom, as if absorbing the old man's Flesh. In the blink of an eye, the old man's body became more and more transparent, eventually merging completely into the Cross, turning the latter into pure blood red.
The Cross floated up and came toward Luther, piercing his heart.
Only then did Luther hear the old man's last words.
He said, "Lord, I offer my body to you..."
[End of this volume]