Ring of Fate

Chapter 1120 Ruins
Lugano stood at the edge of the gray fog, not daring to take another step forward into the dead Trier, the destroyed world.

He has always followed the instructions of His Holiness the Pope.

This was also his choice from the bottom of his heart.

As usual, he was still hiding in the gray fog, watching the changes in the nightmare with fear and curiosity.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure emerged from behind a collapsed building.

It was a wild deer with light steps, happily nibbling on the fresh fruits of the green plants.

This seems quite normal, just like some towns abandoned by humans and quickly reclaimed by nature.

However, Lugano saw that while the wild deer was eating, pieces of flesh and blood fell from its abdomen. No, it was not flesh and blood, but bloody fawn, a newborn fawn.

The fawns quickly stood up, gathered around their mother and drank her milk.

In just a minute or two, a large herd of deer was born.

They circled behind several collapsed buildings and disappeared from Lugano's sight.

Lugano was not unfamiliar with such scenes. In the past year, he had seen too many similar pregnancies and births in his nightmares. He had gone from shock, confusion, fear, and nausea to numbness.

But even with so many and frequent conceptions and births, Trier in the nightmare was still dead silent, with only occasional sounds coming out.

The newborn animals seemed to disappear quickly.

Lugano wanted to force himself to look away and return to where the fog was thicker, so as to avoid seeing more horrifying images and scenes.

This was something he spoke from experience. In each of his nightmares, new frightening things would appear, gradually increasing his inner anxiety. Otherwise, the dead, crimson Trier and the wild animals that frequently bred and gave birth in horrible ways would not be enough to make him gradually collapse and his fear would not diminish. If a scene or an event were to occur day after day and did not cause direct harm to the witness, the witness would most likely become numb afterwards, rather than being anxious every day.

Lugano still failed to follow his heart's choice and leave the edge of the gray fog. Or rather, he wanted to stay here and continue to observe Trier in the nightmare, hoping to find the root cause of the continuous nightmare.

Sometimes, he even felt that only when he looked at such scenes did he feel truly alive.

As he watched, Lugano's eyes suddenly froze.

Five figures walked over from the end of the collapsed street.

The figure of a human being!
The five figures seemed to be half-blended into the night, not illuminated by the crimson moonlight, and appeared quite dark and unclear.

The leader was a man wearing a thin brown windbreaker and a gold brooch. He had blond hair, golden eyebrows, and a golden beard. In his hand he held a straight sword that looked like pure sunlight.

Behind him, two men in white robes embroidered with gold thread were carrying a human corpse.

There were two other figures standing guard, one on the left and one on the right, one in front and one behind.

Lugano opened his eyes wide, trying to see the exact appearance of the figures and the body being carried.

For some reason, his attention was more focused on the face of the corpse.

As the five figures got closer and closer to the gray mist, the faces of the corpses finally came clearly into Lugano's eyes.

The corpse had regular features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and it was exactly Lugano himself!

Lugano's pupils instantly dilated, and he instinctively stepped back, falling to the ground with a thud.
How can it be?

How could it be my body?
I'm still alive and well!
Lugano placed his hands on the water-colored stone slabs and stood up again like a spring.

He ran back to the edge of the gray fog. He wanted to confirm again whether the corpse was exactly the same as himself!
Unfortunately, the five people had changed direction and walked to the other side of the gray fog, leaving only Lugano's blurry back hidden in the darkness.

…………

A clergyman of the Church of the Eternal Sun who was carrying the "corpse" said to Angouleme de Francois who was walking in front:
"Deacon, this guy's body has unconsciously run out of the protection zone hundreds of times. We have to retrieve it every time to prevent it from coming into contact with anomalies. Why don't we just purify him? He is also a Sequence 5 Druid of the Cultivator Pathway!"

“Yes, this is a high-risk Beyonder.” Another clergyman who was carrying the “corpse” echoed.

Angoulême glanced at his players:
"He is the Archbishop of the Sick Church."

"What's wrong with the Archbishop of the Cult of Disease? Can't the Cult of Disease change a new Archbishop? Such high-risk Extraordinary people are suitable to be transformed into Extraordinary characteristics and sealed up." The clergyman Orulan, who spoke first, was quite dissatisfied with the need to leave the protected area and go deep into the ruins to reclaim the bodies of some people who had wandered around.

This is very dangerous.

The lives of those at-risk people are lives, but ours are not?

Angoulême explained calmly:

"It says he's still useful."

After hearing this, Orueran stopped arguing about the matter.

He couldn't help but raise his head and look into the air.

The crimson moonlight was eerie and bright, making the stars seem dim, but the red moon itself was nowhere to be seen.

"Why did it suddenly become like this..." Orulan whispered in confusion and pain.

This question is asked every day, and it is the most common phrase on the lips of those extraordinary people who need to enter the ruins world to solve problems and learn the truth about the protected area.

Angoulême also looked up into the air.

He suddenly recalled the original scene:

The crimson full moon was getting lower and lower, and more and more exaggerated, and it really descended upon the earth.

The entire Quaternary Trier collapsed as a result. Whether it was the invisible and colorless flames in the sky or the white mist that filled the depths of the ancient city, they all dissipated and collapsed in an instant.

Relying on the two "0" level seals, "The Fourth Day" and "No Man's Heaven", and the fact that they were not the priority targets, Angouleme, Jack Wharton and others barely survived the first wave of attacks.

But even so, they each lost a colleague and watched the other transform into a disgusting monster, as if they had gained new life, a life representing evil.

Later, because of the special circumstances of the "fourth day", they were lucky enough to be pulled into the protected area before the second wave of impact arrived.

Why did it suddenly become like this...Angoulême also wanted to ask this question.

At that time, the situation was clearly moving in the right direction - the ghost of Montsouris had been completely eliminated by the "Fourth Day", Louis Gustave had been purified, and only the whereabouts of Madame Puaris had not been locked down.

As a result, suddenly, the red moon descended and the world collapsed.

The mood of Orulan and others suddenly became a little depressed, until the sun shone in the darkness, dispelling the panic and confusion in their hearts.

However, the sunlight did not break through the darkness created by the seal.

This is the result of intentional control, otherwise there would be very great risks.

Just when Orulan and the others had calmed down, a loud explosion suddenly came from the distance. The ground shook violently and seemed about to collapse.

Orulan subconsciously turned his body and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

A thick white fog was spreading in the distance, and there seemed to be a huge monster with three heads wandering in the fog.

Purple flames ignited in the fog, silver-white lightning illuminated the interior, and the cracks in the earth spread to Angoulême and others, with red magma slowly flowing inside.

Even though they were at a very long distance, Orulan and the others could feel the breath of destruction.

That is different from the temperament of the ruins of Trier, which brews new life and death in silence. It is ostentatious, magnificent and wanton.

Orulan was filled with fear and was about to look away, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a female figure sitting quietly on top of a collapsed bell tower illuminated by silver-white lightning, at the edge of the thick white fog, with her feet dangling in the air.

Behind the female figure, the huge monster with three heads walked back and forth, bringing volcanic eruptions, thunderstorms, blizzards and ice, earth collapses, and purple flames, but it did not affect her at all.

This...Oruelan suddenly remembered some horror stories he had heard when he was a child:
A witch and the monsters she controls.

"Deacon, are we going to stop and clean it up? I'm worried that if this continues, the entire ruins of Trier will collapse." Orulian asked Angouleme.

Angouleme withdrew his gaze from afar, looked at Orueran and the others and said:

"Need not.

“Remember, do not do anything in the Ruins Realm except the tasks assigned to you. That will not only be dangerous to ourselves, but may also threaten the maintenance of the Protection Realm.

“Sometimes, what you think is a good thing may not necessarily make the situation better.”

"Yes, Deacon." Amid the rumbling sound, the expressions of Orulan and others suddenly became serious.

They have all heard stories about some of their colleagues mysteriously disappearing or transforming into monsters in the ruins world, and some have even experienced it themselves.

It is unknown how many teams that were on missions have disappeared forever in the world of ruins.

"Okay, we're at the safe passage." Angouleme said, pointing to a place on the edge of the gray fog.

From here they will return to the Protectorate.

Orulan and the others subconsciously looked back at the distance filled with thick white fog.

The female figure sitting quietly on top of the collapsed bell tower has a unique charm.

…………

Franka sat on top of the collapsed clock tower, letting her thoughts wander and fly.

Time passed quickly, until the explosions, thunder and whistling of wind behind her stopped one after another, and then she turned her attention back to her body and concentrated.

“Okay?” She turned sideways and said to Lumian, who had returned to normal human size and was standing beside her.

Lumian, who still had three heads, nodded and said:

“It’s time for a little lucidity again, even if it’s sometimes longer than it should be.

"Also, I finally mastered the powers of 'Conqueror' and 'Witch of Doom'."

“Hasn’t it been possible to digest these two extraordinary characteristics with the help of Chick’s clone and Alistair Tudor?” Franka asked in confusion.

“Digesting Beyonder characteristics and turning the power into your own are two different things.” Lumian smiled calmly, “After all, I am not digesting the potion on my own.”

Franca glanced at him, then looked at Aurore and Janna, whose eyes were closed and whose faces were stained with blood, and asked tentatively:

"Are you doing well?"

Lumian smiled and replied:

“In order to do what’s next, I have to be in good shape.

"Besides, no matter what, things will come to an end, which is better than long-term torture."

As he spoke, his tone gradually became lower:

"This time, I won't be arranged. I want to do what I want to do."

(End of this chapter)