The Future He Proclaimed
When the "Blasphemy Slate" in front of Amon rose up, the White Fog that was eroding Roselle and the Genie suddenly reacted, trying to break free and retreat back into the Endless Starry Sky, but it was forcibly "held down" by Roselle and could only retreat little by little.
Similarly, the pale Golden Genie struggled desperately, trying to crawl back into the "Wishing Lamp" through the spout, but Roselle gave him no chance, using the White Fog and blue light to bind him firmly in front of her.
Roselle turned his head to look down at the "Black Emperor's " Mausoleum, "Distortion" the distinction between inside and outside, and gave his Eldest Daughter Bernadette a smile that was both Pain and satisfied.
He cried out, "Enjoy this world for me for a while!"
"Daddy!" the Queen of Mysteries Bernadette cried out, her cheeks glistening with Waterlight.
Roselle didn't say anything more, looked away, and straightened his posture.
He continued to resist the retreat of the White Fog, holding the Genie tightly, then raised his chin and said to Amon in a majestic and firm voice, "Come on."
Amon's right Monocle suddenly lit up with a strange light. He pressed down with both hands, causing the floating "Blasphemy Slate" to crash heavily into the pale Golden Genie and Roselle, who was "embracing" the Genie.
The Chaos Sea, encompassing all colors and all possibilities, transformed into a torrent and surged Past in a mighty torrent.
Drawn by this, the White Fog representing the Whirlpool Ritual, along with Perle, the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty," and the miniature Crimson Moon within it, rushed rapidly toward the Genie and Roselle.
Just then, within the Whirlpool white mist, a previously unexpanded point of light rapidly magnified, revealing a Gloom scene that seemed to correspond to Fourth Epoch Trier, yet also represented an unknown land.
Suddenly, a fair, delicate, slender, and beautiful hand emerged from the scene. It grabbed the Distortion arm of the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" and dragged the "0" level Sealed Artifact into its own point of light. Both disappeared into the deep, dark Gloom.
As a result of the completion of this transaction, the miniature Crimson Moon formed by the Corruption of the "Great Mother" instantly arrived in front of the light spot with a blurry figure hanging there, about to penetrate into it.
Amon was fully focused on exploiting the loophole and controlling the "Blasphemy Slate" to maintain its stability, so he could only spare a little attention to make interference.
He couldn't stop the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" from disappearing; he only allowed the miniature Crimson Moon to disintegrate and dissipate by nearly half on its own.
The remaining miniature Crimson Moon burrowed into the corresponding point of light and into the body of the blurry human figure suspended in mid-air.
The figure, Entanglement in Bandage, Thorns, and Rose, suddenly swelled up, revealing obvious cracks. Lines of black, tar-like liquid, with bulging crimson eyeballs, skull heads, and arms with Teeth and tongues, emerged from these cracks, tearing apart the blurry figure's abdomen.
The next second, the White Fog representing the Whirlpool Ritual enveloped the pale Golden Genie, and all the lights within it went out simultaneously.
The Genie Curse frantically and silently, but could only watch helplessly as the Chaos torrent, encompassing all colors and all possibilities, surged toward him along the mottled, dusty Stone Slab.
He was instantly submerged.
His body, composed of pale Golden viscous light, rapidly disintegrated, reverting to countless Golden fragments.
These tiny specks of Golden were quickly washed away and disappeared by the Chaos torrent, leaving no trace behind.
In the blink of an eye, the Genie was reduced to a dim, bluish-white light.
Not completely broken down by the Chaos torrent, it retreated in a sorry state from the spout back into the Golden "Wishing Lamp".
At this point, Roselle no longer needed to bind the Genie, nor did he need to painstakingly maintain his close connection with the "Mist of Uncertainty."
He gazed at the Chaos torrent surging before him, raised his chin again, and opened his arms, like an emperor embracing his own world.
In an instant, the Chaos torrent that encompassed all colors and all possibilities also engulfed Roselle's figure.
The Resurrection "Black Emperor" rapidly disintegrated and vanished into nothingness.
"Father..." Bernadette called out again from the Mausoleum below, but this time her voice was very low, as if she were talking in her sleep.
Almost simultaneously, outside the Barrier, the White Fog covering a certain Planet seemed to have been directly struck by the second "Blasphemy Slate" along with the Chaos torrent, and suddenly shrank inward to the star's core, revealing the weathered land and the dried-up Seabed once again.
Immediately afterwards, a dense, erratic White Fog began to billow out again, and indescribable sounds echoed throughout the Starry Sky.
This caused the extremely bright Astral World to be covered by a thin mist, making the whole world dim and dark.
The next second, White Fog of indescribable size and state detached from the Planet it had been on.
The Planet shattered silently, ejecting waves of rocks and gas.
Then, a sense of Chaos, encompassing all colors, emerged from the surface of the thick, uncertain, and unbearably White Fog.
He suddenly shrank and vanished rapidly into the Depths the desolate, dark, Endless Starry Sky.
On the streets of Trier, citizens watched as the fog in the sky gradually dissipated, Sun returned to normal, neither so bright as to blind people nor so dim as to resemble Twilight.
They had not forgotten the series of Mutation that had occurred before, and the cry of "the emperor's return" still lingered in their hearts.
"What's wrong with this world?" Many citizens have similar questions.
Filled with doubt and lingering fear, they turned their attention to the newsstand and the nearby Church.
On this day, Mysticism magazines such as "Spiritism," "Esoterica," and "Lotus" sold out in Trier, and Church Church of "Eternal Blazing Sun," "God of Steam and Machinery," and "The Fool" were packed with Church.
Similarly, in cities large and small Southern and Northern Continent, such as Backlund and Port Pylos, the magazines were in high demand, and every Church was packed with believers.
Above the Primitive Island, Amon landed at the same height as the top of the "Black Emperor's " Mausoleum.
He gazed at the "Queen of Mysteries" Bernadette, who had just emerged from the Mausoleum, and said in a deliberately indifferent tone, "The ' Mist of Uncertainty ' will not return for the next sixty years, and there will be one less danger to face at the Apocalypse."
"As long as no new ' Black Emperor ' is born, as long as the order of human society has not completely collapsed, or as long as this Mausoleum has not been completely destroyed, Roselle can Resurrection from the void a hundred years later. At that time, he, who has three kinds of Corruption, will achieve a preliminary balance and be able to maintain basic Humanity and clarity."
At this point, Amon chuckled and changed his tone:
"This is the Future He proclaimed, and this is His Promise to you."
Before Bernadette could respond, Amon reached into the air and tossed a Crown adorned with numerous Gloom gems and a "Wishing Lamp" that had just appeared to the "Queen of Mysteries":
"As a guarantee of the Promise, the Uniqueness of ' Black Emperor ' is entrusted to you."
"As long as you're alive, no new ' Black Emperor ' will appear."
Bernadette caught the Gloom Crown and the "Wishing Lamp," and said in a low voice, "May the Future He proclaims surely come to pass."
Amon adjusted his right Monocle and chuckled softly, "This isn't something I can answer for Him. Anyway, I've already received my payment, and the Ritual was just completed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amon, who no longer held the status of True God, leisurely retrieved the "Blasphemy Slate" and the other three beams of light, and disappeared into the air.
Before the destroyed, Bloody Altar.
After the darkness of the world and the fog high above dissipated, the "Magician" Lady turned her gaze to the western sky.
As Angel with a very close connection to the Spirit World, she had learned from the Spirit World about what had just happened and the fate of her Minor Arcana.
"What's wrong?" Miss Justice asked.
The "Magician" Lady's expression was quite complex, and her tone carried a slight sigh:
"That One Evil God who preached in the name of Truth suffered a severe blow and had to Slumber for decades."
"This is a good thing. One of the huge dangers that humanity will face during the Apocalypse will be eliminated, and there won't be any ' Broker ' running around before the Apocalypse."
"But Emperor Roselle perished as a result, and it will be a century before he can Resurrection and return, and moreover..."
The "Magician" Lady did not continue speaking.
The expressions of the Major Arcana holders, including Lady Hermit, the Justice, and Lady Judgement, whose hearing had been unsealed, became quite complex.
Inside a room in the New Silver City, with a ceiling height of five or six meters.
Lumian has brought Franca, Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig, Lugano, and others who were later found, to this place where their safety can be guaranteed.
Looking at Lumian, whose black hair was loose and whose features were delicate and refined, Franca wanted to make a few teasing remarks, but then she felt that the other person's mood was not quite right.
She had always known that Lumian had considered switching to the "Witch" Pathway for faster advancement. After all, as long as he maintained his true self, he could easily switch back to the "Hunter" Pathway and become a man again. Therefore, Franca initially thought that Lumian had made the decision to switch to the "Witch" path to deal with a dangerous situation. However, after observing him carefully for a while, she realized that was not the case.
If it were truly her own choice, Lumian wouldn't be hiding repression and Pain beneath her calm exterior!
Thinking of this, Franca glanced at the sky outside, which had returned to its azure blue, and deliberately said, "The Whirlpool incident seems to be over. That's great! The Apocalypse didn't come, the world wasn't destroyed, and we're all still alive!"
As long as you're alive, there's still hope!
Jenna also considered it for a moment before asking Lumian:
"Would you like to change your clothes?"
Lumian glanced at the two "Witch" and Anthony, then at Ludwig, who was now frantically eating and oblivious to his Godfather's transformation into a woman, and Lugano, who was occasionally stealing glances at him. He said in a low voice, "We'll discuss the details later. I'm going somewhere now."
"By myself?" Jenna asked.
Lumian nodded slightly.
Franca didn't try to dissuade her. She took out a Black Cloak she had bought while dressed as a "Witch" from the "Traveler’s Bag" and tossed it to Lumian.
Lumian donned his Cloak, which brought out the Black Mark on his right shoulder.
He was "Teleportation" to a Deep Valley Deep Valley, where an ancient Church with a water-black surface and carved with human skulls stood.
This is the first Church that the "Aurora Order" built for That One "True Creator".
Lumian entered the dark Church and walked step by step to the huge, Pitch-Black Cross inside. There were no humans or unknown objects along the way to stop him.
After stopping, Lumian, draped in Black Cloak, looked at the Men Statue hanging upside down on the Cross. His gaze traveled down from the rusty nails that pierced through the Statue's body and the bright red blood around them, until it landed on the face whose features were blurred except for the eyes, which were tightly closed as if bearing all the Pain and guilt.
After gazing at you for a few seconds, Lumian said in a deep, magnetic voice, "One day, I will truly stand before you and tell you my answer."
After speaking, Lumian, cloaked in Black Cloak, turned and walked out of the Church.
At the same time, Blazing White Fireball shot out from around him, flying towards different parts of the Church and towards the Men Statue hanging upside down on the black Cross.
Rumble!
Inside the Church, Stone Pillars collapsed, windows shattered, and corners were set ablaze.
Rumble!
The huge Pitch-Black Cross was blasted into pieces, and the upside-down Statue collapsed with a crash, falling to the ground and breaking into many fragments.
The Statue's head detached from its neck, rolled several times, and became covered in Dust.
Its face was turned directly toward Lumian's back as he walked through the collapsed Church and raging Flames, his black hair and Cloak billowing in the wind, his eyes tightly closed, as if bearing all the Pain and guilt.
God loves the world.
(End of Volume 5)