Choice

Bronze Long Table, in the spot designated for the "Chariot".

A burst of light rose and solidified into Lumian's three-headed figure.

He looked up at the top of the weathered Bronze Long Table and said, "' The Fool,' I've obtained the remaining ' Conqueror ' Beyonder Characteristic from ' Red Angel ' Medici, and I want to go to Morola as soon as possible."

Mr. The Fool nodded gently and said, "You can go anytime. I will provide the necessary assistance."

Lumian understood that the help Mr. The Fool was referring to was not to help him enter Morola, but to provide the necessary assistance in collecting "0-01".

Considering that Mr. The Fool had to maintain the outer Barrier in the Astral World while also strengthening the seal left by the Celestial Worthy, and hide the Protected Zone to allow human society to continue temporarily, it would be impossible for the Mystery Three Pathway, which are skilled at dividing power, to manage all of this. Lumi and *Tu*Shuan considered it and said, "I will try my best to solve it myself, but I need to go to the ' Forsaken Land ' first."

"At that time, unexpected things may happen, so Mr. The Fool, you need to be prepared."

"No problem," Mr. The Fool, shrouded in Gray Fog, assured in a gentle voice.

"The Forsaken Land," the summit of a continuous mountain range.

Lumian's figure flashed across the scene, revealing a man with long silver hair, wearing Flax Robe, and possessing gentle features and a handsome face.

"' Angel of Destiny ' Ouroboros?" asked the middle head of Lumian.

The man replied with a gentle expression and a detached tone, "What do you want?"

He did not deny that he was the ancient Angel King, the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros.

"I want to see Grisha Adam, or Adam Grisha," Lumian laughed.

The "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros turned his body to the side, revealing the enormous Cross behind him in its entirety, but it was empty, with no Deity body hanging on it.

"The Lord was, is, and is to come," Ouroboros said Devout. "If you cannot see Him, it is your own fault."

Unaffected by the "Angel of Destiny's " answer, Lumian gazed at the enormous Cross and laughed loudly, "I bring you a hope for saving the world. Will you see it or not?"

"As the most skilled ' Reader,' you should be able to tell I'm not lying."

Beneath the enormous Cross, a vast ocean seemingly encompassing all colors suddenly surged forth, submerging the entire mountain range, leaving only the spot where Lumian and the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros stood intact.

On this Chaos "ocean," Daoist figure of light and shadow moved across the dark surface, seemingly connecting heaven and earth.

He still retains a human appearance, with a pale golden beard covering the lower half of his face, and golden Eyes as clear and innocent as a baby's. His body no longer feels real, but is purely formed from light and shadow.

Beneath His feet trailed a long, dark shadow, which was not exactly the same as Him, but had five heads. Behind His head, a golden Sun rose slowly.

"I saw him." Lumian turned his head and smiled at "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros.

He then expanded his body, transforming into a steel Giant Burning in Purple Flames, and looked at Grisha Adam with a bright smile, saying, "Before I utter that hope, I want to give you a punch."

Grisha Adam's clear, infant-like Eyes showed no emotion as he replied in a resounding voice, "Yes."

Lumian's expression immediately turned cold.

He "Teleportation" in front of Grisha Adam, clenched his left fist, which was wreathed in Purple Flames, and slammed it hard into the Deity's right cheek.

With a deafening explosion, Grisha Adam's head lolled to one side, his cheek caved in, his mouth split open, and his flesh mangled.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian swung his right fist, and a Burning Purple Flames instantly covered Grisha Adam's left cheek.

Bang!

Golden blood splattered, Skull fractured, charred black everywhere.

When the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros was "Teleportation" to the Lord by Lumian, he had already bowed his head and prayed Devout and humbly, again and again.

Lumian withdrew his fist, floated in mid-air, and said with a smug smile, "That punch was from Medici."

He then looked directly into Grisha Adam's Eyes and said in a mocking tone, "Don't be angry, this is a necessary sacrifice."

Grisha Adam's golden Eyes were clear and pure, without anger, resentment, mockery, or reproach; they remained so clear that they reflected Lumian's image.

The Flames on His face were still Burning, and the wounds had not healed.

Lumian's smile gradually faded.

After a few seconds of eye contact, he smiled and said, "That hope is..."

He raised his right hand and pressed it against the strange, dark Golden Strange Mask in the center of the head on his left shoulder:

"I will take it off."

Grisha Adam looked at him gently, without asking any questions or urging him on.

Lumian continued, as if talking to himself, "This face originally belonged to the Original Creator, but after the balance was lost, the power of the 'Mother' was added, and the balance was regained, it became the Resurrection vessel of That One Primordial Witch God."

"If I remove this mask left behind by the Celestial Worthy Venerable, something very interesting will happen."

Lumian smiled again and said to Grisha Adam in a relaxed tone, "'The consciousness of the Primordial Witch God ' is vying with you for control of the ' Chaos Sea ' and this body. If another chance for Resurrection suddenly appeared at this moment, what would He choose?"

"If He were to spare a thought to influence this head and this face, symbolically speaking, it would be tantamount to giving up in the struggle with you. Your disadvantage would instantly reverse, and you would gain an absolute advantage. After that, we might have a new Pillar, Pillar on our side, and our hope of surviving the Apocalypse would surely increase greatly."

"If the ' Primordial Witch God ' is unwilling to retreat or give up, then the revival of this head and this face will stagnate, but it will still retain enough uniqueness. Using these uniquenesses, I can accomplish many things, and the hope of salvation for this world will emerge from this. Heh, maybe, just maybe."

Lumian looked again into Grisha Adam's golden Eyes, and said with a smile, "I look forward to the choice made by That One Primordial Witch God."

After saying that, Lumian pressed down on the mask without the slightest hesitation or doubt and pulled it off.

Light Gate with a hint of Blue-Black appeared Depths the Dark-Gold Mask, quickly detaching itself and flying back into the Grayish-White Fog that had been permeating the high sky for who knows how long.

The next second, Lumian removed the strange Dark-Gold Mask.

Beneath the mask was a Whirlpool face, without eyes, nose, mouth, or bones; the Whirlpool was composed of Chaos Liquid containing all colors.

Lumian looked expectantly at the face, waiting for it to Change further.

However, the Chaos Whirlpool did not rotate at all, nor did it manifest a new, normal face.

The faces of Tudor and Cheek on either side of the head were Distortion, as if they were experiencing some kind of Pain.

Lumian pursed his lips and clicked his tongue, saying, "What a pity..."

He made no attempt to hide his disappointment, turned around, and returned to the "Angel of Destiny's " side.

Behind him, the enormous luminous figure slowly sank, its shadow bearing five heads and a golden, radiant Sun disappearing once more into the "Chaos Sea."

Above him, the Grayish-White Fog in the high sky gradually became ethereal and vanished into nothingness.

Lumian tossed the Dark-Gold Mask up and caught it, then tossed it up again, sighed, and looked at "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros, saying, "Why don't you go after That One chairman of the ' Life School '?"

Lumian's own face and the face formed by the Chaos Whirlpool turned towards Ouroboros simultaneously.

"The Angel of Destiny," Ouroboros, replied gently but indifferently, "The opportunity has been lost."

"What we need to do next is wait and make a decision."

Lumian chuckled twice and didn't ask any more questions.

On Cheek's face, Eyes more beautiful than sapphires suddenly reflected a layered, illusory, Gloom world.

Lumian vanished from the spot, using the Special Mirror World to dash off to the "Banishment City" of Morola.

The seal here did indeed open a crack for him.

Lumian's feet trod on the streets of Morola, ravaged by various Calamity, and he made his way step by step toward the entrance to the Underground Mausoleum through the potholes.

His gaze swept casually over the scene, noticing that the menacing Morola residents, upon seeing that he had three heads, all tried to avoid him in terror.

Their ideas were not put into practice. Some were attracted by the Exquisite Beauty face of "Witch of the Apocalypse" Cheek, which was full of maternal radiance, and did not want to look away for a second. Some lowered their heads and knelt down with a thud under the gaze of "Blood Emperor" Alista Tudor, showing complete submission. Others stared intently at the Whirlpool face.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Some were set ablaze, some were turned into Mirror, some revealed dense fish scales, Human Skin crack open, growing indifferent and merciless eyes...

They went mad, Loss of Control, after staring at the faces forming from the Chaos Whirlpool.

Do not look directly at God!

Feeling the surge of violence, madness, and destructive emotions, Lumian walked step by step into the Underground Mausoleum.

He came to the dark Wilderness, to the foot of the Corpse Mountain Peak.

He raised his head and looked at the flag with its iron-black flagpole, obvious burn marks, and numerous dangerous bloodstains.

"0-01", "Salinger Blood Banner"!

Lumian smiled and said in a "humble" tone, "Boss, I've come to see you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright red color seeped out from between his eyebrows, as if forming a Blood-Colored Banner.

He completed his prayer, and he received power from the "Calamity of the Root" and the "Doomsday Calamity."

He became the priest of war and Apocalypse, the embodiment of destruction and Chaos.