In high-level battles, opportunities to use talismans are actually rare. No one would intentionally give their opponent time to draw out a talisman and chant incantations. The reason Trissy was able to complete the corresponding action was because she burned with an eerie black flame from the inside out. The black flame seemed to absorb all the heat from the surrounding area, causing thick ice crystals to form there. Outside the ice crystals, almost invisible spider silk wrapped around her in reverse, layer upon layer, forming a huge cocoon.
Relying on these three layers of defense, Trissy bought herself a second or two. She then took out a rectangular, diamond-like talisman and began to chant:
"Yesterday!"
Transparent flames ignited within the eerie black flames, and the diamond-like runes silently crumbled, merging into the void.
This was specially provided to the Witch by Klein, so that destruction from three directions could be transformed into the main attack point.
Trissy immediately saw the grayish-white mist and discovered that scenes from the past were like stars, densely scattered there:
This story includes a young boy who wandered the streets, a boy controlled by gangsters, swindling and stealing, a boy who joined the Gnosis and became an " Assassin," a boy who enjoyed endings, enjoyed bloody slaughter, enjoyed people being instigated to tear off their masks and reveal their beastly nature, a girl who was forced to become a " Witch " for various reasons, a girl who began to spread disasters, a girl who was arranged by the Demoness Sect to become Prince Edessak's mistress, a girl who became less and less like herself and gradually became addicted to Pleasure, a girl who was extremely panicked and longed to escape, but fell into a deeper Hell, and a girl who endured endless pain and chose extremes.
With a thought, Trissy enlarged an image, filling her entire field of vision.
In the dappled light, the lawn outside the window was lush and green, horses were walking slowly, and the golf hole was faintly visible. Inside the house, a display case full of antiques blocked the view from the doorway.
Trissy, who was standing on the edge, was looking out, wearing a sapphire ring on her left hand.
At that time, she was not yet Sequence 5 and did not possess the power that she needs to borrow now. However, she had a ring from the Demoness Sect that had a close relationship with the " Primordial Demoness ".
Trissy wants to borrow this ring!
Suddenly, a uniquely designed ring inlaid with sapphires appeared on Trissy's little finger. Unlike before, Trissy was now Sequence 4 Demigod had undergone a major transformation, having merged with the mark and submitted to the " Primordial Demoness ".
In other words, although she is not yet a solid "container of divine intervention", she already possesses the qualifications in this regard.
That sapphire ring gave her a brief period of control.
Looking at the scene again, Trissy saw the cocoon of spider silk crumble inch by inch, the thick ice crystals melt silently, and the eerie black flames be eroded. She raised her left hand, closed her eyes, and smiled as she pressed the sapphire ring against her brow.
The ring melted like metal, flowing into Trissy's head in a way that was both real and illusory.
At this moment, the eerie black flames had been completely Deprivation by Prince Grove, and a blazing white spear of light was thrown over.
At the front of the gun, two pure white wings unfolded layer by layer, Angel surrounding the tip and sealing off all surrounding space, making it impossible for the target to escape.
Just then, Trissy opened her eyes; they were completely black.
Her hair stood on end, each strand becoming as thick as a small snake. Its outer layer was slippery and sinister, with either black and white eyes embedded at the top or snake-like heads growing out of their mouths, their tongues flicking out.
The spear, condensed from pure light, stopped in front of Trissy, as if held down by Invisible Hand, unable to advance even an inch further.
It quickly turned grayish-white, transforming from illusion to reality, as if carved from stone.
With a whoosh, the spear plummeted to the ground, struck the edge of the cliff, and shattered into countless small pieces.
Around Trissy, a grayish-white color spread rapidly in all directions as if it were alive, hardening stones and turning other things into stone wherever it passed.
The various rituals originally set up within " No. 1 Ruins " have also turned gray, making it impossible for the Angel guarding other secret tombs to detect the changes here immediately and descend upon them.
Prince Grove was instantly enveloped by the gray-white light spreading from the void. He could only maintain a small safe zone by relying on the intense light emanating from the thorny crown above his head. He could not utter any words or do anything he wanted.
Without the distinction between the whites and blacks of her eyes, Trissy didn't even glance at her former opponent. Surrounded by her snake-like hair that blotted out the sky, she took a step towards the secret tomb at the bottom of the dark valley.
Boom!
The earth began to shake violently, and muffled thuds came from the depths. Red meteors with trails of flame appeared out of thin air, passing over the Witch Trissy and crashing into the mausoleum.
In an instant, this ruin suffered multiple disasters.
King George III, who was at a crucial moment in his promotion, sensed this scene and was immediately filled with intense confusion and anger.
He painstakingly separated some of his forces and, with the help of prior arrangements, forcibly " Distortion " the surrounding area, spatially isolating the deep, solemn secret mausoleum from the real world, preventing earthquakes and meteors from getting close to the target.
Boom! Boom!
Amidst all sorts of disasters, cliff walls crumbled piece by piece, ruins began to collapse, and the angry voice of George III echoed from his secluded mausoleum, a world unto itself:
"Are you crazy?"
Forcibly accepting the power of a true god's descent as Sequence 4 person will only lead to death!
Trissy laughed, her facial skin stretched to its limit, cracking inch by inch to reveal the blood and flesh that seemed to be writhing wildly beneath.
The now terrifying Witch scoffed and said:
Shouldn't a happy ending be that all the bad guys die?
"For example, you, and for example, me..."
Before Trissy could finish speaking, with that chilling smile, she plummeted like a meteorite towards the secret mausoleum, whose surrounding space was Distortion, intending to forcibly destroy it.
In another mausoleum, Klein didn't push his luck too much and quickly ended the connection with " Sefirah Castle," seemingly pleading for help from " The Fool."
The commotion just now almost brought all the Angel present to a halt, but unfortunately, the Concealment Angel was a Historical Void image summoned by Klein, and it only continued to fight based on instinct, making the chaos even worse.
At that moment, the projection of William Augustus I drew a silver rapier, pointed it forward, and slashed it.
Without needing to say anything more, the chaos within the ruins mysteriously ceased, and the various factions involved in the battle were separated into different battlefields:
Hermes confronts the beautiful, dazed lady; " God's Abomination " Suah suppresses Reinette Tinekerr; the projections of Emperor Roselle and the Angel of Light from the two great Historical Void surround Klein; William I himself is in an independent position, controlling the influence and preventing the aftershocks from hitting the mausoleum below.
As expected of the " Hand of Order "... Klein's pupils dilated suddenly. Without thinking, he reached his right hand inside his clothes and stretched out his left hand, borrowing power from his past self.
--The " Death Consul," the Abbot of the Evernight Abbey, and the Concealment Angel all belong to Historical Void that are far beyond Klein's own level. Whether summoning or maintaining them, they place a great burden on his Spirituality. He has to borrow some power from his past self before his Spirituality is completely dried up.
In this way, he was filled with false Spirituality, which, within five minutes, was indistinguishable from the real thing.
Then, Klein saw the light.
The Angel, composed of pure light and with illusory wings on its back, sent waves of light surging towards him, engulfing him.
In the sea of blazing white light, something suddenly appeared, plummeting rapidly, getting closer and closer to the secret mausoleum.
It has a dark cover and an interior made of parchment.
Groselle's Travels!
Klein, relying on his ability to differentiate into " Worm of Spirit " and his enhanced shapeshifting ability, shrank into fleshy "bookmarks" and embedded them into the travelogue, using them to block the Purification and dissolution of the endless light.
Even so, Klein was seriously injured because the light shone on part of his body from the side.
But that's not all. In the direction where Groselle's Travels fell, Emperor Roselle, dressed in magnificent clothes, was waiting there, raising his hands.
"..." Klein had no time to think about anything else; he could only activate the first measure of self-preservation:
They simply disappeared into the cracks of history!
Boom!
A deafening clap of thunder echoed outside the ruins.
It started out so far away, but now the echoes are almost right next to you.
All living beings within the ruins, including Klein and the projections within the Historical Void, were Awe and stiffened, and the "ocean of light" instantly dimmed.
No, one figure remained unaffected. The Concealment Angel of the Church of Evernight in Klein's eyes, the beautiful but not particularly lively woman, took the opportunity to diminish her physical form, transforming into numerous symbols of Concealment and terror, expanding into a strange world that encompassed Hermes, Reinette Tinekerr, the arm of Suah, the Angel of Light, and William Augustus I.
--Although the Historical Void image summoned by Klein was greatly weakened, some of its essence remained!
The chaos Klein had been anticipating had finally arrived!
George III's other allies, such as the Angel King, are in other mausoleums.
As soon as that almost transparent, strange world took shape, the Angel within it began to rebel.
In the chaos, that strange world was easily torn apart.
However, the light, mixed with the remnants of the Angel' power, burst forth under the woman's deliberate guidance, heading straight for the secret tomb at the bottom.
Boom!
An even louder thunderclap shook the Emperor Roselle, who was trying to stop them, was Awe and had no time to make any attempt.
A moment later, the deep, dark, majestic secret mausoleum was struck, and the cracks on its surface silently seeped in, revealing its dark interior.
From these crevices, streams of blood appeared out of nowhere, some bright red, some dark.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
This time, Klein, who had regained his human form and was holding " The Groselle's Travels," launched Air Cannon together with some of the scattered " Worm of Spirit."
The mausoleum, already on the verge of collapse, crumbled, and even more blood flowed out in large quantities.
With the destruction of a mausoleum, George III's ascension ceremony became unstable and lacked crucial support.
If only one mausoleum were attacked, He could rely on His invisible connection with them to provide some defense. But now, He Himself is under fierce attack.
His already ethereal body suddenly boiled, unable to maintain the " Distortion " outside any longer, and the mausoleum, isolated from reality, finally appeared before Trissy.
Trissy's face, writhing with flesh and blood, curled up at the corners of her mouth.
Memorial Day Square in Backlund.
"My subjects..." George III, sporting a small mustache and a serious, old-fashioned demeanor, was finishing his speech when a loud explosion occurred.
His flesh and blood turned into fireworks, spraying into the sky.
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