Ring of Fate

Chapter 1102 Spiritual Warning

Somewhere in underground Trier, a place closely guarded by many extraordinary people from the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

This was a seal leakage point that occurred before the construction of the catacombs. It was later properly handled and no longer caused problems. However, if it is linked with the square in the nearby quarry cavity where the "Eternal Sun" and the "God of Steam and Machinery" are worshipped, and the stone pillars representing the two gods, people outside the seal can enter Trier of the Fourth Age at a certain risk.

Although this requires the power of the "Eternal Sun" or the "God of Steam and Machinery" as the "key", which is not something that the cultists can use, the two major churches still insist on sending teams to take turns on duty.

At this time, Angouleme and two of his colleagues who were also "No Darkness" arrived at the abandoned mine. Opposite them stood three people dressed as stonemasons.

"Let's begin." The monk with short, thick hair and a beard nodded to Angouleme.

Angoulême knew the monk. He was the current vice-abbot of Deep Valley Abbey, named Jack Wharton, and was very popular.

"Okay." Angouleme nodded in response.

Under the watchful eyes of the two duty teams, they each lowered their heads, struck a pose, and chanted the honorific names of their own gods.

Rays of sunlight fell from the top of the cave, illuminating the abandoned mine.

White steam then filled the quarry cavity.

Not long after, bright red blood oozed out from the depths of the abandoned mine.

The strange blood continued to surge up under the sunlight, quickly filling the mine.

As the "one without darkness", Angouleme melted away darker emotions such as fear and retreat, raised his head, took two steps forward, walked into the abandoned mine, and walked into the pool of bright red blood with a strong fishy smell.

Other saints followed closely behind.

Pass through the "Well of Blood" and you will enter Trier in the Fourth Epoch!

This is not a simple matter, "blood" will cause serious pollution, and the higher the sequence, the more dangerous it is.

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Southern continent, deep in the rainforest.

In front of a terrifying castle covered with countless human skins.

Franka, Janna, Anthony and Ludwig all had purple-green, blazing, terrifying flaming spears in their hands.

Without Lumian's orders, they threw their spears out at the same time.

Those purple-green flaming spears split apart in mid-air and soon formed an overwhelming force.

Whoosh whoosh!
It was as if an entire legion had thrown its weapons at the same time, causing the sky to glow and be dyed with brilliant colors.

Whoosh whoosh!
The human skin castle was completely covered by countless flaming spears. The cultists of the "Rose School" used all their abilities but failed to change this doomsday-like scene.

Rumble, the earth trembled, the castle collapsed, and a purple-blue flame ignited.

Painful wails and desperate curses echoed among the flames, turning into wisps of black gas that rose up.

Ludwig didn't care what the dying cultists were cursing. He took a step forward, rode on the strong wind, and came roaring to the middle of the collapsed human skin castle, then opened his mouth that was cracked to the back of his head.

call!
All the rising black air was sucked into his mouth.

Lumian put his hands in his pockets, watching the scene with a smile, his expression was very relaxed.

From repelling the outer defense line of the Human Skin Castle, to advancing step by step to cut off their hope of escape, and then to attacking the Human Skin Castle itself again and again to completely destroy it, Lumian never took action himself, allowing Janna and others to play freely and cooperate tacitly.

He is only responsible for commanding from the center and sharing appropriate capabilities at critical moments.

"Not strong enough." Amidst the wailing and cursing, Franka finally felt like a witch.

The only problem is that the owner of the Human Skin Castle is just a benefactor of the "Mother Tree of Desire", a "Tree Prayer" at the Sequence 4 level. Although he has a group of low- and medium-sequence subordinates and a large number of cultists loyal to him, and the Human Skin Castle itself is equivalent to a sacrificial ritual that can briefly exert a power roughly equivalent to Sequence 2 by sacrificing a large number of humans, he is simply unable to fight against a real angel, not to mention that this angel is with a team.

"Bullying the weak and sweeping away thousands of enemies is also a form of war, which is very helpful for digesting the 'War Bishop'." Lumian smiled and replied to Franca, "What's more, the previously abstract cooperation has now become something substantial that can be directly perceived."

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

——Over the past week, Mr. "Star" and Mr. "Moon" each discovered a base secretly established by the "Rose School" and handed them over to Lumian to deal with, giving him the opportunity to launch two small wars.

Seeing that Ludwig had consumed all the scattered power of the gift, Janna retracted her gaze and said to Lumian with some concern:

"I know the southern continent is in chaos, but in just over a week, we have had two opportunities for small-scale wars. Isn't this too frequent?"

Lumian laughed:
“These are all signs.

"A sign of chaos and strife, a sign that the end is coming soon."

Without waiting for Janna and the others to respond, Lumian waved to Ludwig in mid-air and said:

"Go back, let's have a barbecue party today."

According to the agreement, except for the scattered gift power, the rest of the spoils must be left to the intelligence provider - Mr. "Star" or Mr. "Moon".

Trier, currently a luxurious villa belonging to Lumian and others.

While Janna used invisible spider silk to quickly cut and thread the skewers, she looked at Lumian, who had a strong ability to manipulate flames but was conscientiously setting up the charcoal to grill the meat.

Lumian had a smile on his face and looked relaxed. He tasted a piece while it was grilling.

"He is not worried about those signs at all... No, it's not that he is not worried, but he worries when he should worry, fights when he should fight, and enjoys life when he should enjoy life." Janna thought with her eyes moving slightly.

Over the past week, Lumian, who had made some progress in digesting the "Weather Warlock" potion and whose condition had stabilized, had behaved quite normally. The relationship between the three had returned to the period before the whirlpool incident, and Lumian had obviously become much more proactive.

But from some details, Janna could still feel that Lumian was a little different from before:

When a normal person encounters something worrying, it is impossible not to affect his daily life. The fact that Lumian can completely detach himself from it shows that he is deliberately controlling his emotions.

Even at Sequence 2, divinity still brought certain influences, permanent influences... Janna suddenly felt a little emotional.

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

Janna lowered her voice and told Franca her feelings just now in a way that extracted the key points.

Franca pursed her lips and said:

"Just think of it as everyone's mentality and cognition naturally change as they grow older and go through various experiences..."

Having said this, she paused.

Isn't this also herself?
The same is true for Janna. She has walked step by step to the current sequence and has more or less given up some of her original insistence.

Janna was about to say something when she saw Lumian throwing the grilled skewers to the side. Ludwig had moved there at some point and took a bite of the food.

"Are you feeding the dog?" Franca scolded Lumian with a smile.

Janna couldn't help laughing.

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Deep in Trier in the Quaternary Period, thick fog isolated the senses and spirituality, making the half-collapsed buildings in the distance appear dimly.

The "No Darkness" people have filled the surrounding area of ​​thirty or forty meters with pure and sacred sunlight, and even everyone's shadow has disappeared.

The quietly rolling fog blocked out the sunlight, but the sunlight could not reach any further.

Angoulême turned his attention to Jack Walton.

The deputy abbot of the Deep Valley Monastery, a monk at the saint level, held in his hand a strange disc covered with complex patterns and having a mirror-like luster.

On the disc was something that was said to be a brooch from the Louis Gustave family. It swayed from side to side and finally stopped in a certain direction.

"Over there." Jack Walton led the search.

The disc was made by him two days ago, based on the knowledge given by the oracle, while the Gustav family brooch was not a real thing but a historical projection - this did not affect its role as a medium pointing to Louis Gustav.

Just as Angouleme and other "No Dark Ones" followed Jack Wharton into a new street, a dark shadow suddenly passed in front of them.

The dark shadow hunched its back slightly and walked slowly at the intersection.

It looks like a human at first glance, but upon closer inspection it appears to be a collection of thick black liquid.

"The ghost of Montsouris!" Angouleme quickly recognized the origin of the black shadow.

This made Jack Wharton and other clergymen of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery confused.

Aren't the ghosts of Montsouris wandering in the underground Trier? Why can they enter the Trier of the Quaternary Age?

Information related to the Montsouris ghost flashed quickly in the minds of these demigods who were not afraid of ghost curses, making them quickly remember that this "ghost" had not always existed, but appeared in modern times.

"The ghost of Montsouris left Trier in the Fourth Epoch? And there was more than one?" Such speculations arose in the minds of saints such as Jack Wharton and Angouleme.

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Inside a luxury villa.

Lumian suddenly felt cold all over and unable to breathe, as if he had sunk into the sticky river water.

The next second, a dark shadow like a hunchbacked old man appeared in his eyes.

The Ghost of Montsouris!
Lumian's heart tightened and he sat up suddenly.

He really opened his eyes and saw that everything in the room was normal. There was no Montsouris ghost!

"What's wrong?" Franca hugged the thin blanket, yawned, and sat up.

Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said:
"I dreamed of the ghost of Montsouris."

Franca was startled at first, then her expression became serious:
"For the witch, this could be a spiritual warning."

(End of this chapter)