Ring of Fate

Chapter 736 Praise You

When he completed the last stroke, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was still alive.

Although he didn't know whether the painted incarnation of Amon, Monite, could play a role, whether it could help him and others turn the situation around and find a chance to escape from the current mirror world, but at least he had fulfilled his companions' instructions and fulfilled his own responsibilities.

Almost at the same time, Anthony saw the corners of Monette's mouth in the sketch on the drawing paper curl up a little bit, and his eyes became lively instantly.

However, the paper that had stopped curling and the solidified transparent flame became active again.

But in the blink of an eye, the paper with Monet's sketch shrank into a ball, burned up in the transparent flame, and merged into the dim "Bottle of Fiction".

This... won't fail, will it? Anthony's heart tightened again.

Faced with such a situation, it is difficult for a "hypnotist" to maintain emotional stability even with his self-control ability.

At this time, the "supervisor" Perle, who was still standing next to the protruding rock, withdrew his right palm from the "dark box" made of a coin bag.

The deal has been made, and Lumian and the others are about to fall asleep!

Perle turned his gaze back to the target and saw that Lumian was still standing steadily, wearing a golden mask painted with white and black paint on his face. His aura had completely disappeared and his body exuded a cold sense of death.

However, Lumian’s eyes, which had returned to blue, did not close.

As the "supervisor", Perle immediately noticed the problem.

Just as she was about to respond, she was surrounded by thick darkness, which dissipated the little light from the calcium carbide lamp.

Perle's eyes closed and his body was shaking.

She fell asleep.

The sleeping effect that was supposed to affect Lumian and the others was somehow applied to her, and Lumian and the others were not hurt at all.

Seeing this scene, Lumian was shocked at first, and then he was filled with great joy.

He clearly felt that the "fictional bottle" built with his own body as the support was surging with strange power.

Succeeded?
Anthony succeeded?

Sure enough, all his previous actions were to help his father.

And when it comes to dealing with the followers of the evil god, His father is on the same side as us!

Lumian did not hesitate to release the "Bottle of Fiction" and was about to "teleport" to the side of the "Supervisor" Perle who had an accident, take away Moran Avni's makeup mirror, and try to escape from here with the help of the fixed entrance and exit of the mirror world.

As long as he could get out, he could recruit more helpers and force Perle to leave on his own initiative.

At this moment, the coin bag and Moran Avni makeup mirror in Perle's hand fell to the ground because she fell asleep and was unable to hold them.

Snapped!
Moran Avni's makeup mirror broke into pieces.

This made the barrier of the entire special mirror world stand out, and a large number of cracks appeared. Perle suddenly woke up and opened his eyes because of his burning ambition.

As Lumian's heart sank, a shadow quickly emerged from the broken makeup mirror.

It combined with the flesh and blood scattered on the ground and instantly reconstructed into Mr. K in a black robe.

After the special mirror world showed some damage, the messenger of the "Aurora Society" immediately sensed his own fingers, "teleported" over purely by instinct, and transformed into a shadow, passing through the crack.

…………

In that dark church located somewhere unknown.

The "magician" keeps "flashing" but cannot escape the pursuit of the vast torrent of information.

As she "flashed", the starlight in her eyes gathered and condensed into a strange and ancient stone wall clock.

when!
The ethereal and majestic bell sounds echoed in every corner of the church.

A huge, ancient, mottled shadow took shape in mid-air. It was a wall clock carved out of stone, divided into twelve grids. Each grid was either grayish white or dark blue, arranged in an alternating pattern, with different symbols.

when!
The sound of the bell carried an indescribable invisible torrent, spanning a long history, and made everyone and everything present enter a frozen state:
The huge and terrifying torrent of information solidified, the "Hermit" that was showing the incomplete form of a mythical creature stopped, and the "Judgment" that was standing in the air in the church turned into a statue.

The hand that "Loki" stretched into the void also stopped and was not retracted immediately, dragging out a figure.

In this freeze frame, the starlight in the "magician's" eyes changed again.

Countless complex mercury symbols emerged out of thin air and quickly connected into a huge illusory scaleless snake.

The surface of this giant silver snake is covered with dense patterns and symbols, which form a series of interconnected wheels, and each wheel has different signs around it.

The next second, the giant mercury snake bent its body, bit its tail, and slowly turned.

The vast and complex torrent of information began to retreat backwards, following the previous trajectory, and turned back into the lady in the black dress wearing a golden crown.

The lady in the black dress faded away, turning into a shadow and a floating tarot card that exuded a strange charm. Both of them eventually returned to the void and disappeared.

The stones that had fallen to the ground flew up one after another and returned to the "Hermit", either turning back into eyeballs or being dyed white again. Soon, the "Hermit" was no longer the terrifying appearance that would make anyone lose control when seeing it.

Judgment returned to the surface and retreated outside the Door, and the mysteriously weakened restrictions became ineffective.

"Loki" retracted his hand and sat back on the wooden black-backed chair.

…………

In a special mirror world with a large number of cracks.

When the "supervisor" Perle woke up, he saw Mr. K in a black robe with a hood and saw the numerous crimes he had committed.

What surprised her was that the opponent, who had so many crimes, far more than Lumian but only slightly less serious, had only a small piece of gray.

That means it is very difficult to complete a "backroom deal" with Mr. K, and it seems that certain prerequisites must be met.

It seems that it was caused by extreme fanaticism. All "secret deals" can only be continued after obtaining the permission of the object of his faith... As Perle's thoughts turned, he looked at Mr. K and said in the "Word of Order":

“You are guilty!

“You killed someone!”

The area above Mr. K suddenly became dark and gloomy, and something horrible was taking shape.

He had heard Lumian talk about the various abilities of the Jebus, and knew that there would be fatal punishment next, so he immediately changed the object of "herding" and used "demonization" combined with the flesh and blood magic of the "Rose Bishop" to fight against the unknown attack.

But in a flash, the punishment that was brewing disappeared, as if it was heading towards an unknown place.

That terrifying feeling of oppression was like thick smoke, which was blown away by the strong wind.

Mr. K was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he fell forward and backward:
“Haha! Hahaha!”
“I am guilty, but my sins are borne by the Lord!

"I am innocent. I am innocent to this world!"

Mr. K laughed wildly as he switched the "herding" object, causing layers of illusory doors to appear in his eyes.

The countless doors leading to different destinations suddenly gathered together and turned into phantom books.

The book was projected in front of Mr. K and began to flip through the pages rapidly.

"I come, I see, I record."

As the ethereal voice echoed, the illusory book froze on a certain page.

Mr. K instantly turned into a half-giant wearing cold black armor, two or three meters tall, holding a deep, dark, straight sword in his hand.

He ran wildly and rushed in front of the "Supervisor".

"Praise to you!"

Mr. K shouted and chopped down the dark sword in his hand.

After discovering that the prosecution was ineffective against Mr. K, Perle's expression became more serious.

Of course, as a demigod, she was surprised by this, but she was not without other ways to deal with it.

When Mr. K laughed wildly, she emphasized with the "words of order":

"The Overseer is protected!"

The two or three meter tall half-giant in black armor used all his strength to slash the deep, dark, straight sword towards Perle's head, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Cracks appeared on the barrier, and Mr. K's body surface cracked silently. A smooth and neat cut caused his right arm to separate from his shoulder and fall to the ground.

Although Mr. K at this time used the recorded demigod ability, which could be considered a bit of divinity, he would still receive a certain punishment for attacking the "supervisor" who was "clearly" protected.

This is a sin that has just appeared, a sin that has not yet been borne!
The flesh and blood at the broken shoulder of Mr. K was wriggling wildly, as if a new arm was about to grow out. However, he himself did not care about it at all. He caught the falling dark sword with his left hand and shouted again in a high voice:

“Praise you for creating everything!”

As the hoarse voice echoed, the dark sword was swung out and slashed towards the "Overseer" Perle.

With the protection he had just provided, Perle made the coin bag that had fallen to the ground float up and return to his palm.

She quickly completed a "secret deal" for everyone present.

Click!
As the dark sword was swung down, the invisible barrier protecting the "Supervisor" was completely shattered.

Mr. K's left arm was then separated from his body, with another exaggerated cut there.

Within the incision, a large amount of bloody granulation tissue grew rapidly, as if it had its own life, as if a new Mr. K was about to grow.

"Supervisor" Perle was not happy with this result. According to the agreement reached in the "backroom deal" just now, both Mr. K and Lumian and others should be completely weakened now.

But in reality, nothing corresponding happened!

Could it be that my luck was so bad that the person I just traded with was a fraudster who had no intention of fulfilling the contract? Perle, who was unable to move for some reason, felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

Then she saw Mr. K, who had lost both arms, bend his back dramatically.

The mouth of this messenger of the Aurora Society was opened as wide as possible, with the corners of his mouth extending to his ears. The torn area was bloody and covered with granulation tissue.

With the help of this oral expansion, Mr. K, wearing cold black armor, bit the handle of the dark sword.

He jumped up high, letting the voice burst out from his chest:

"Praise you for bearing the sins of the world!"

With a hoarse shout, Mr. K descended from the sky with a straight dark sword, using his own body as the handle to chop at the "supervisor" Perle.

(End of this chapter)