Ring of Fate

Chapter 1125 Choice
Next to the long bronze table, in the position belonging to the "chariot".

The light rose up and solidified into Lumian's three-headed figure.

He looked at the top of the mottled bronze table and said:
"Mr. Fool, I have obtained the remaining Conqueror Extraordinary Characteristics from the Red Angel Medici. I would like to go to Morola as soon as possible."

Mr. Fool nodded slightly and said:

"You can come anytime, I will provide the necessary help."

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

Thinking about how Mr. Fool had to maintain the outer barrier in the astral world, while also strengthening the seal left by the Celestial Lord, and hiding the protected area to allow human society to continue temporarily, if it weren’t for the three secret ways’ expertise in dividing power, it would be impossible to take care of both. Lumian considered for a moment and said:

"I will try to solve it myself, but I have to go to the 'God-Forsaken Land' first.

"At that time, there may be accidents, and you, Mr. Fool, will need to pay attention in advance."

“No problem.” Mr. Fool, who was shrouded in gray mist, gave a gentle assurance.

…………

"The Land Forsaken by God", the top of a continuous mountain range.

Lumian's silhouette quickly sketched in here, and he saw a man with long silver hair, a linen robe, soft features, and a beautiful face.

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

The man replied with a gentle expression and an indifferent tone:

"What are you doing?"

He did not deny that he was the king of angels in ancient times, the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros.

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

The Angel of Destiny Ouroboros turned his body sideways, allowing the huge cross behind him to fully appear, but it was empty, with no body of a god hanging on it.

"The Lord is, was, and will be forever." Ouroboros said piously, "If you can't see him, it's your own problem."

Lumian was not affected by the answer of the "Angel of Destiny". He looked at the huge cross and laughed loudly:

"I bring a hope to save the world, do you want to see it or not?
"As the best 'mind reader', you should be able to tell that I'm not lying."

A sea of ​​all colors suddenly emerged from under the huge cross, submerging the entire mountain range, leaving only the place where Lumian and the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros stood.

In this chaotic "ocean", a human-shaped light shadow moves on the dark surface, as if connecting heaven and earth.

He still retains his human appearance, with a light golden beard covering the lower half of his face, and his golden eyes are as clear and pure as a baby's. His body no longer has a sense of reality, being made up purely of light and shadow.

Under his feet, there was a long black shadow. The black shadow was not exactly the same as him. It had five heads. Behind his head, a golden sun was rising slowly.

“I saw it.” Lumian turned his head and smiled at the “Angel of Destiny” Ouroboros.

He then expanded his body and turned into a steel giant burning with purple flames. He looked at Grisha Adam and said with a bright smile:

"Before I tell you that hope, I want to punch you."

Grisha Adam's eyes were as clear as a baby's, without any emotion. He answered in a majestic voice:

"it is good."

Lumian's expression suddenly turned grim.

He "teleported" in front of Grisha Adam, clenched his left fist, and hit the god's right cheek hard with purple flames.

With the loud explosion, Grisha Adam's head tilted to one side, his cheeks sunken, his mouth cracked, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian swung out with his right fist, and the blazing purple flames immediately covered Grisha Adam's left face.

boom!
Golden blood splattered, the skull was broken, and everything was charred.

When Lumian was "teleported" to the Lord, the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros had already lowered his head and prayed devoutly and humbly, over and over again.

Lumian retracted his fist, floated in the air, and said with a dignified smile:
"This punch is from Medici."

He immediately looked into Grisha Adam's eyes and said in a joking tone:

"Don't be angry, this is a necessary sacrifice."

Grisha Adam's golden eyes were clear, without anger, resentment, ridicule or rebuke, but still clear enough to reflect Lumian's figure.

The flames on His face were still burning, and the wounds had not been healed.

The smile on Lumian's face gradually disappeared.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, he smiled and said:
"That hope is..."

He raised his right hand and pressed the strange dark golden mask in the middle of the head on his left shoulder:
"I'll take it off."

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

Lumian continued, as if talking to himself:
"This face was supposed to belong to the original Creator, but after the balance was lost, the power of the 'Mother' joined, and the balance was regained, it became the resurrection of the original God.

"If I take off this mask left by Tianzun, something very interesting will happen."

Lumian smiled again and said to Grisha Adam in a relaxed tone:
"The consciousness of the 'Original God' is competing with you for the control of the 'Chaos Sea' and this body. If another chance to resurrect suddenly appears at this time, what will He choose?

“If He were to use His spirit to influence this head and this face, symbolically, it would be equivalent to giving up the fight with you. Your disadvantage would be reversed instantly, and you would have an absolute upper hand. After that, we might have a new pillar standing on our side, and our hope of surviving the end of the world would surely increase greatly.

"If the 'Original 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 special features. Using these special features, I can accomplish many things. The hope of saving this world will emerge. Haha, maybe, just maybe."

Lumian looked back into Grisha Adam's golden eyes and said with a smile:

"I am looking forward to the original God making the choice."

After saying that, Lumian pressed down the mask and pulled it up without any hesitation.

A light gate with a slightly blue-black hue appeared in the depths of the dark golden mask. It quickly broke away from the mask and flew back into the gray-white mist that had filled the sky since who knows when.

The next second, Lumian took off the strange dark golden mask.

Under the mask is a vortex-shaped face with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and no bones. The vortex is made up of chaotic liquid that contains all colors.

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

However, the chaotic vortex did not rotate at all, and no new normal face appeared.

The faces of Tudor and Chick on the left and right sides of the head were distorted, as if they were feeling some kind of pain.

Lumian curled his lips and said with a click:

"pity……"

He did not hide his disappointment, turned around and returned to the side of the "Angel of Destiny".

Behind him, the huge man of light slowly sank, and re-entered the "Sea of ​​Chaos" with the shadow of five heads and the brilliant golden sun.

Above him, the gray-white mist in the sky gradually became illusory and disappeared.

Lumian threw the dark golden mask up and caught it, caught it and threw it up again, sighed, looked at the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros and said:

"Why don't you go after the speaker of the 'School of Life'?"

Lumian's own face and the face made of the vortex of chaos turned to Ouroboros at the same time.

Ouroboros, the Angel of Destiny, replied in a gentle and indifferent tone:

“The opportunity has been lost.

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

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

On Chike's face, eyes more beautiful than sapphires suddenly reflected a dark world of illusions.

Lumian's figure disappeared from the spot, and with the help of a special mirror world, he ostentatiously traveled to the "City of Exile" Morola.

The seal here really opened a crack for him.

Lumian stepped on the Morola Street that had been baptized by various disasters, and walked step by step towards the entrance of the underground mausoleum through the potholes.

He looked around casually and found that the hideous-looking Morola residents were terrified and tried to avoid him after seeing that he had three heads.

Their ideas were not put into practice. Some were attracted by the beautiful face of "Doomsday Witch" Chick, which was full of maternal radiance, and were unwilling to look away for a second. Some, under the gaze of "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor, lowered their heads and knelt on the ground, showing their complete submission. Some stared at Uzumaki's face intently.

boom! boom! boom!
Some were set on fire, some turned into mirrors, some had dense fish scales, and some had cracked skin, growing cold and ruthless eyes...

They went crazy, out of control, after watching the face formed in the vortex of chaos.

Don’t look directly at God!
Lumian felt the outpouring of violence, madness, and destructive emotions, and walked step by step into the underground mausoleum.

He came to the dark wilderness and arrived at the mountain of corpses.

He raised his head and looked at the flag with an iron-black flagpole, obvious burn marks and a lot of dangerous blood spots.

"0-01", "Salinger Blood Flag"!
Lumian smiled and said in a "humble" tone:

"Boss, I'm here to see you."

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

He completed his prayer, and he prayed for strength from the "root of disaster" and the "destruction of natural disasters".

He became a priest of war and doom, the embodiment of destruction and chaos.

(End of this chapter)