"Thunder!"
On the second floor of the Mushroom Castle, the old woman shouted anxiously.
"Ignore them for now, activate the family sacrifice as soon as possible, use your blood to guide that thing into the Demon Eye's true form!"
However, the old man in mid-air merely glanced at the old woman indifferently.
Um?
The old woman felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
From the old man's gaze, she seemed to see a trace of indifference, a trace of mockery, a trace of disdain, and a bit of pity.
"Thunder?"
The old woman was bewildered and called out again.
"Stop using that disgusting code name!"
The old man roared.
"Just because we were born into the Guyue Family, just because we are more outstanding than others, does that mean we have to stay at the level 0 Energy Magnetic Field for 40 years? Little girl, you've been stuck at it for 25 years, haven't you? If we don't summon the Sun and Moon Magic Eye, are we just going to wait to die? Of all those who made sacrifices before, how many people in the family still remember their real names until they die?"
The old woman stared blankly at the old man, incredulous.
"Do you know that 40 years ago, my family hailed me as a once-in-a-millennium genius?"
His voice trembled with emotion as he recalled his youth, and his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.
Slowly close your eyes and take a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, all that remained in his gaze was unwavering indifference.
"That genius who once single-mindedly sought to revive the family is dead. From this day forward, I am called Unnamed, without a name. This will be the first day of my life! You... go!"
Snap! Snap! Snap...
"Well said! Hahahaha, hahahahahaha!"
The man holding the Deer Antler Magic Wand walked up the stairs, clapping continuously.
The man looked around at everyone, laughing unrestrainedly and with unbridled joy.
"Faithful believer, the Sandstorm Temple welcomes you. The great Sandstorm God is never stingy with his believers, nor will he let geniuses fall into obscurity. He will only bestow upon these geniuses even greater power, boundless power!"
As he spoke, the man holding the Deer Antler Magic Wand conjured a miniature statue of the Sandstorm God in a flash.
The statue appears to be made of some kind of special magic stone, possessing certain unknown special powers.
He looked at the old woman [Runfeng] with a mocking expression.
"If it weren't for the power of the Great Sandstorm God, how could your Guyue Family have enabled Unnamed to control the power of the Sun and Moon Magic Eye and thus the situation here in such a short time?"
"You actually sided with the Sandstorm God?"
The old woman looked at the Unnamed in disbelief.
Tears welled up in her eyes, which were filled with disappointment.
"Don't you know that the Sandstorm God raises those storm Elves to spread terror in order to control faith? How many people in the Ximoer Duchy lose their lives every year? Don't you know how many people in our family have devoted their entire lives to making the Ximoer Duchy as prosperous and beautiful as the Grand Duchy?"
With a look of disgust and anger, the old woman looked at the person in the sky and roared furiously.
"Why did you let all the efforts of your predecessors go to waste?!"
"It's simply for power."
The Unnamed voice remained calm.
"Strength?"
Seemingly finding it ridiculous, the old woman's eyes were filled with tears.
"You betrayed your family, betrayed your friends, and even betrayed the principles you upheld in the first half of your life. Even if you gain power, what do you have left? Did you think that by joining the Sandstorm Temple, you could gain so-called power? No, you've just become a dog. When the Sandstorm God needs you, he might admire your fur, stroke you, or throw you his leftover bones. But when he doesn't need you, you're just an insect. No, you're nothing."
The Unnamed's expression remained calm.
He had experienced too much in the first half of his life, and the old woman's sarcasm no longer stirred any emotion in him.
Even the way they looked at the old woman was filled with pity.
The old woman became even angrier upon seeing this.
"You betrayed your family, you betrayed your friends, you even betrayed your soul! Just to become a powerful dog?"
"Don't you want power?"
"Alright! Then I'll show you what real power is!"
The old woman took out the Erosion Bone Oil Lamp again.
With a resolute look in her eyes, she was determined to burn her life force to unleash her most powerful and dazzling attack.
Suddenly, everything became clear.
boom!!!
A burst of fire engulfed her.
In the purest incineration heat, fragments of flesh and limbs flew everywhere, and the burning, aged head revealed its final angry astonishment in its eyes.
The Unnamed creature floated in mid-air, calmly watching the flames.
"In the end, you're just a smooth talker; you don't understand anything."
Beneath the bronze mask, the [Spellcaster] was stunned for a moment upon seeing this, then his eyes lit up as he looked at the Unnamed with delight.
Unbeknownst to him, his tightly clenched hands slowly loosened.
"Well done! Well done! Hahahahahaha!"
The Sandstorm Temple emissary, wielding Deer Antler Magic Wand, laughed heartily.
"You lowly woman! You deserve this! How dare you blaspheme the great Sandstorm God! Your soul will suffer eternal torment in the Black Sandstorm of death!"
He looked at the firelight and licked his lips.
Is it really this powerful even if you only control a tiny layer of the Sun and Moon Magic Eye's radiating power?
"Go, faithful believer, place this idol into the true form of the Demon Eye, fulfill the Divine Decree of the Sandstorm God, and you will become the Official Divine Messengers of the great Sandstorm God! From now on, you will be able to borrow the power of the god, a truly sublime and great power that lowly mortals can never experience in their entire lives..."
As he spoke, he summoned a hurricane, which lifted the miniature statue into the air.
The High Priest was indeed incredibly wise!
They actually came up with this method and fulfilled the Divine Decree!
As long as I help this person fulfill the Divine Decree, my future status in the temple will be...
The Unnamed grasped the idol.
"Hehehehe."
However, after a moment of silence, he could no longer contain himself and chuckled softly.
After casually toying with the statue for a couple of glances, the Unnamed tossed it aside like trash. The ancient, distorted, and ominous spiritual impact instantly reduced it to nothingness.
"You!??"
The man holding deer antlers stared at the Unnamed in disbelief.
boom...
A burst of flames instantly engulfed him.
A hint of sarcasm flickered across Unnamed's lips as he glanced indifferently at the firelight.
"Now that I have already obtained great power, why would I need to borrow it from him again?"
"How dare you blaspheme the great Sandstorm God!!"
The figures in the firelight were still struggling and roaring.
His power is far more complex than it appears on the surface.
However, the Unnamed old man simply unleashed another bolt of lightning, a new power created by combining his own lightning strength with the Sun and Moon Magic Eye.
With a deafening roar, an even more powerful surge of energy completely engulfed it.
"It's not like it's the first time we've been desecrated, what's the big fuss about?"
After muttering to himself, Unnamed looked at the [Spellcaster] and the three men in black robes.
A low chuckle came from beneath the bronze mask of the [Sorcerer].
"Hehehe, let me introduce it."
The sorcerer, fearless and confident, looked at the three men in black robes.
"These three are from the Great Empire of Light of Aurora. You can call them the Descenders. They possess the power to descend into battle using a type of combat machine invented by the God of Light. It's ingenious and powerful. However, for these lowest-level Descenders to use the Incarnation Technique, their strength is probably similar to that of the Mochiu leader, or perhaps even stronger. Am I right?"
The three men in black robes remained silent, their eyes calmly fixed on the sorcerer beneath their Golden Mask.
The sorcerer turned to look at the Unnamed floating in mid-air, looking down from above.
"As for me? Hmph, I am one of the four... Great Warlock King of the Dark World. This is merely an avatar of mine. The title of Witcher is just a slander and fear inflicted upon us by those traitors. But it doesn't matter. Join the Dark World, and I will tell you the true history and the noble identity of us humans!"
Three men in black robes silently removed their robes.
One of them looked at the Unnamed suspended in mid-air above the castle.
" The Guyue Family and the Sandstorm Temple are all children of the Great Creator of Light. The Lord will not interfere in your conflicts, but we must purify this heresy of the Dark World."
The other person looked at the sorcerer.
"The Lord said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."
The three people wearing Golden Mask murmured the hymns of the " Festival of Light " together.
Divine power suddenly descended from the heavens!
Three Light Pillar, brimming with divine energy, pierced through the swirling clouds in the sky and landed on the three people, forming a Light Wings behind them.
The sorcerer had encountered this scene countless times.
"The reason you've been so hesitant to perform the birth spell must be because you've sensed how this space devours your energy, right? After what happened to that little fellow, you still dare to forcibly perform the birth spell here. The power of the God of Light may be great, but it won't pay attention to the chants of you little brats. Hmph hmph hmph hmph..."
In mid-air, Wuming smiled Unnamed.
"I'll decide after you have your results."
As he spoke, he crashed through the roof of the Mushroom Castle and flew towards the true form of the Demon Eye high in the sky above the plaza.
The ancient relic that both the Guyue Family and the Sandstorm Temple coveted, although he was far from being able to fully control it with his current power, he had gained some understanding of it through the mysteries revealed by both sides and was able to borrow some of its power.
First floor lobby.
"Um?"
Zi Yan and Kobe both looked at Reilo simultaneously.
At this moment, Reilo was completely different from before. He was shrouded in a hazy moonlight, and there was no shadow of him on the ground!
What's wrong with him?
Kobe, having noticed the previous transaction between Ziyan and Reilo, naturally inquired about it.
"I don't know, it seems to be some kind of mutated Mental Power, probably his hidden power."
Although strange, the two did not know Reilo, who was hiding his identity as X, and left the hall without stopping, running towards the square.
The area around the Moonlight Elevator was a complete mess.
Dylan and Hell were badly injured and covered in blood, but they had satisfied smiles on their faces as they stepped into the Moonlight Elevator together.
"They succeeded?"
Zi Yan murmured in astonishment.
"That's the Destroyer Kui!"
Kobe, however, vehemently denied it, finding it hard to believe.