Spiritual Warning

Somewhere in the Underground Trier, a place closely guarded by several Beyonder from the Church the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Church the God of Steam and Machinery.

This was a leak point in the seal that existed before the Catacombs were built. It has since been properly dealt with and no longer causes problems. However, if this is linked to the Square in the nearby Quarry Cavern where the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and the "God of Steam and Machinery" are worshipped, and the Stone Pillars representing the two Deity, it could allow people outside the seal to enter Fourth Epoch Trier at a certain risk.

Although this requires the divine power of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" or the "God of Steam and Machinery" as a "Key," which is not something cultists can use, the two Church still insist on sending small teams to take turns guarding it.

At this moment, Angoulême and two colleagues who were also "Sunless" arrived at the abandoned Mine, where three men dressed as Stonemason stood opposite them.

"Let's begin." The Monks with short, thick hair and a full beard nodded to Angoulême.

Angoulême knew the Monks; he was the current vice- Dean of Deep Valley Monastery, named Jack Walton, a very common man.

"Okay." Angoulême nodded in response.

Under the watchful eyes of the two duty teams, they each lowered their heads, assumed postures, and recited the Honorific Name of their respective Deity.

Sunlight streamed down from the cave ceiling, illuminating the abandoned mine shaft.

White Steam then filled the Cavern of the Quarry.

Not long after, bright red blood seeped out from Depths the abandoned mine.

The eerie blood, bathed in Sunlight, surged upwards and quickly filled the mine.

As a "Sunless," Angoulême dispelled his fear and hesitation, raised his head, took two steps forward, and entered the abandoned mine, into the pool of bright red blood thick with the stench of blood.

Other Saint followed closely behind.

Passing through the "Well of Blood" will take you to Fourth Epoch Trier!

This is not a simple matter; "blood" can cause serious Corruption, and the higher the Sequence, the more dangerous it is.

Depths the Rainforest of the Southern Continent.

Before a terrifying Castle covered with countless Human Skin.

Franca, Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig all conjured Flame Spear Cyan with Purple.

Without Lumian giving the order, they simultaneously threw their spears.

Those Flame Spear, Cyan with Purple, split open in mid-air, quickly spreading out in an overwhelming display.

Whoosh whoosh!

It was as if an entire legion had simultaneously unleashed their weapons, causing the sky to glow and become adorned with brilliant colors.

Whoosh whoosh!

The Castle of Human Skin was completely covered by countless Flame Spear. The cultists of the "Rose School" tried everything they could, but they could not change this Apocalypse scene.

With a deafening roar, the Earthquake, the Castle collapsed, and Flame, tinged with Cyan with Purple, erupted.

Pain cries and Despair Curse echoed amidst the firelight, transforming into wisps of black smoke that rose upwards.

Ludwig didn't care what the dying cultists were cursing. He stepped forward, rode the Gale, and howled to the top of the collapsed Human Skin Castle, opening his mouth—a mouth that split open to the back of a book's head.

Call!

He inhaled all the rising black mist into his mouth.

Lumian stood with his hands in his pockets, watching this scene with a relaxed smile.

From repelling the outer defenses of the Human Skin Castle to gradually advancing and cutting off their hopes of escape, and then repeatedly striking the Human Skin Castle itself to completely destroy it, Lumian never personally took action, allowing Jenna and the others to act freely and cooperate tacitly.

His role is simply to take the lead and share appropriate capabilities at critical moments.

"Not strong enough." Amidst those wails and curses, Franca finally felt like Witch.

The only problem is that the owner of the Human Skin Castle is merely Gifted of the "Mother Tree of Desire," a "Tree of Prayer" of Sequence 4. Although he has a group of Low-Sequence Subordinate and a large number of cultists loyal to him, and the Human Skin Castle itself is equivalent to a sacrificial Ritual, capable of briefly exerting power slightly equivalent to Sequence 2 when a large number of humans are sacrificed, it is no match for a true Angel, especially since this Angel has a team with him.

"Using the strong to bully the weak and sweeping away armies is also a form of war, and it's quite helpful in digesting the ' War Bishop '," Lumian replied to Franca with a smile. "Moreover, the previously abstract cooperation has now become something tangible and perceptible."

What Lumian didn't say was that he had close ties with the "City of Calamity" and "0-01," essentially being their priest or bishop, lacking only the war aspect.

--Over the past week, Mr. "Stars" and Mr. "Moon" have each discovered a secret stronghold of the "Rose School" and handed them over to Lumian to handle, giving him the opportunity to launch two small wars.

Seeing that Ludwig had consumed all the dissipated Gift Power, Jenna withdrew her gaze and said to Lumian with some concern, "I know the Southern Continent is rather chaotic, but in just over a week, we've already had two opportunities for small-scale wars. Isn't that too frequent?"

Lumian chuckled and said, "These are all omens."

"Signs of chaos and strife, signs that the Apocalypse are coming sooner than expected."

Before Jenna and the others could respond, Lumian waved to Ludwig was still in mid-air, and said, "Let's go back, let's have a barbecue party today."

According to the agreement, apart from the dissipated Gift Power, all other Spoils of War must be left to the intelligence provider—Mr. "Stars" or Mr. "Moon".

Trier is currently located in the Luxury Villa belonging to Lumian and others.

As Jenna rapidly Cutting and skewered the meat with invisible Spider Silk, she glanced at Lumian, who, despite possessing extraordinary Flames manipulation abilities, was diligently setting up a charcoal grill to Grilled Meat.

Lumian had a smile on his face and seemed relaxed, taking a bite of the grill himself as he grilled.

"He's not worried about those signs at all... No, not that he's not worried, but that he worries when he should worry, fights when he should fight, and enjoys life when he should enjoy life," Jenna thought, her Eyes flickering slightly.

Over the past week, Lumian has made some progress in digesting the "Weather Warlock" Potion and his condition has stabilized, so he has been behaving quite normally. The relationship between the three of them has returned to what it was before the Whirlpool incident, and Lumian has become noticeably more proactive.

However, from some details, Jenna could still sense that Lumian was slightly different from before:

When a normal person encounters something worrying, it's impossible for them not to be affected in their daily life. The fact that Lumian was able to completely detach himself from it shows that he was deliberately controlling his emotions.

Even in Sequence 2, Divinity still had a certain impact, a permanent impact... Jenna suddenly felt a little emotional.

"What are you thinking about?" Franca, who was helping her, asked curiously.

Jenna lowered her voice and told Franca her thoughts from earlier, summarizing the key points.

Franca pursed her lips and said, "Just think of it as everyone's mindset and understanding naturally Temperance as Change grow older and experience different things..."

She paused abruptly at this point.

Isn't this also a reflection of herself?

Jenna is the same; step by step, she has reached her current Sequence, and more or less, she has given up some of her original principles.

Jenna was about to say something, she saw Lumian toss the grilled meat skewers aside, Ludwig, who had somehow moved there, took a bite of the food.

"Feeding the dog?" Franca laughed and scolded Lumian.

Jenna couldn't help but laugh.

Depths of Fourth Epoch Trier, a thick fog obscured the senses and the spiritual, making the distant, half-collapsed buildings appear and disappear intermittently.

The "Sunless" have filled the area within thirty to forty meters with pure, sacred Sunlight, so much so that even the shadows of each person have disappeared.

The quietly swirling mist blocked the Sunlight, but the Sunlight could not penetrate any further.

Angoulême turned his gaze to Jack Walton.

The Dean of That One Deep Valley Monastery, Monks of Saint rank, held a strange disc covered with intricate patterns and with a mirror-like sheen.

On the disc lay an object said to be Brooch from the Louis Gustav Family; it swayed from side to side before finally settling in a certain direction.

"Over there." Jack Walton was leading the search.

The disc was made just two days prior, based on knowledge granted by Divine Revelation, while the Gustav Family Brooch was not a real object but Historical Projection —this did not prevent it from serving as a medium pointing to Louis Gustav.

As Angoulême and the other "Sunless" followed Jack Walton into a new street, a dark figure suddenly appeared ahead of them.

The dark figure, slightly hunched over, walked slowly across the intersection.

At first glance, it looks like a person, but upon closer inspection, it resembles a pool of Viscous Black Liquid.

"The Montsouris Ghosts!" Angoulême quickly recognized the origin of the dark figure.

This left Jack Walton and other Clergy of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery puzzled.

Aren't the Montsouris Ghosts supposed to linger in the Underground Trier? How could they enter the Fourth Epoch Trier?

Information about the Montsouris Ghosts Flash through the minds of these Half-God who were not afraid of the Ghost's Curse, making them quickly remember that this "Ghost" had not always existed; it appeared in recent times.

"Did the Montsouris Ghosts come from Fourth Epoch Trier? And there was more than one?" Such speculations arose in the minds of Saint like Jack Walton and Angoulême.

Inside the Luxury Villa.

Lumian suddenly felt ice-cold all over his body and couldn't breathe, as if he were sinking into viscous River Water.

The next second, a dark shadow, resembling a hunched old man, appeared in his eyes.

Montsouris Ghosts!

Lumian's heart tightened, and he sat up abruptly.

He finally opened his eyes and saw that everything in the room was perfectly normal; there was no Montsouris Ghosts!

"What's wrong?" Franca, wrapped in a thin blanket, yawned and sat up as well.

Lumian paused for a few seconds before saying, "I dreamt of the Montsouris Ghosts."

Franca was taken aback at first, then her expression turned serious:

"For Witch, this could be a spiritual warning."