Ring of Fate

Chapter 843 The Importance of Knowledge

In the city of Morola.

The two exiles who were dueling suddenly dropped their swords and covered their necks with their hands.

Strands of blood oozed out from between their fingers.

The onlookers and pedestrians nearby also experienced a sense of stuttering, or their heads seemed to be grabbed by invisible hands and pulled upwards with force, so that the muscles in their necks were gradually torn.

In the endless cemetery near the Church of Knowledge, all the trees suddenly burst into red flames, and the soil in the corresponding tombs squirmed as if something wanted to crawl out.

The clouds in the sky gathered more and more, and took on a fiery color.

The top of Corpse Mountain.

Albus Medici also felt a sharp pain in his neck. He raised his hand weakly and with great difficulty, trying to press down.

He understood what was going on, so he didn't turn his head hastily and look directly at "0-01". That would not only cause him to suffer a considerable degree of contamination, but he might also break his neck and dislocate his head!
Albus slowly turned his body to face "0-01", but closed his eyes again.

At the same time, he heard rustling and clanging sounds in the wilderness.

Lumian saw the undead soldiers in iron-black full body armor standing up one after another, with dark red or pale flames clearly flickering in their eye sockets, and the huge cloud vortex stained with purple flames in the sky was being torn and smoothed by an invisible force.

The anomaly finally emerged.

Albus did not hesitate and immediately turned his skin iron-black, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a metal soldier.

He kept his eyes closed and moved closer to "0-01" step by step.

During this process, his neck was obviously stretched a lot, and the skin made of steel film was torn into countless tiny metal wires. There were very deep and horrifying cut marks on the iron-black flesh and bones, and bright red blood was overflowing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, Albus Medici walked to the side of "0-01". He loosened his right palm that was weakly pressing on his neck, letting it stretch towards the burnt flag with its own flowing blood.

As a "hunter", Albus also has very strong spatial imagination and positioning abilities. Moreover, the "0-01" flag was shaking violently and rustling, and the sound reached Albus' ears, making it easy for him to determine where the target was.

Of course, if the body of "0-01" were to be touched directly, contamination would actually occur, which could not be avoided without seeing it, but Albus had no other choice now.

As soon as he reached out his hand to the burnt flag, Albus heard a "snap" sound. It was the sound of the iron skin on his metal neck being completely torn off.

He immediately changed his form, from a soldier made of black iron metal into a ball of green human-shaped flame.

This caused the blood in his palm to evaporate rapidly.

While guarding against Lumian's sudden attack, Albus quickened his movements, continuously ejecting most of the evaporated red blood forward.

In the wilderness, Lumian was blending among the undead soldiers, his palms feeling both hot and cold.

He did not dare to look at "0-01", so he naturally had no idea of ​​Albus's current actions, but he could probably guess that the other party wanted to make a last stand.

"It's useless. The current situation is out of your control..." Lumian muttered a few words but did not try to stop it.

What he was more worried about was that if he was really "teleported" to the side of the "Salinger Blood Flag" to stop Albus Medici from dripping blood on it, he would step into the opponent's hidden trap.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Albus may completely change his thinking - since he cannot achieve the predetermined goal, he will eliminate all competitors and make his side the more advantageous camp, and then use this to rearrange the layout.

Therefore, Albus was probably pretending to drip the blood of the Medici family on the "0-01" flag, but actually trying to induce Lumian to stop him, so as to seize the opportunity to kill the last competitor.

At the top of the mountain of corpses, the human-shaped flame that Albus transformed into was stretched so much that the upper and lower parts seemed to be about to separate.

At the same time, the fire he emitted dimmed a lot, as if an ordinary flame was poured with a bucket of cold blood.

Albus heard the tiny sound of a drop of liquid hitting the flag.

After thousands of years, the blood of the Medici family finally fell on the charred flag of "0-01".

However, there were no additional changes.

This was also within Albus's expectations. After all, the level of resonance had not yet reached its limit, and the awakening of "0-01" had significantly exceeded the limit.

Albus fought to his death and left blood on the charred flag, which was more to reserve chess pieces and make some preparations for the future.

The next second, Albus, who existed in the form of a human-shaped flame, felt an unusual pain between his eyebrows.

A strange power extended from "0-01", as if to assimilate him and turn him into its own flame.

Albus turned abruptly, opened his eyes, and looked out over the moors.

He must kill Lumian and eliminate the last competitor before he is absorbed by "0-01"!
"That trash can was so patient that he didn't come to stop me from smearing blood on the surface of '0-01'..." Albus felt a sense of regret, and the figure of Lumian was "reflected" in his flaming eyes.

Lumian smiled at him, activated the black mark on his right shoulder, and disappeared on the spot.

Albus did not hide his disappointment and pity, and changed back to human form.

The skin and flesh on his neck had cracked, revealing white bones and black blood vessels.

He immediately activated the crystal necklace wrapped around his wrist, causing it to explode.

Bang, bang, bang. The successive exploding crystals formed a deep vortex in front of Albus. Deep in the vortex was a deep, dark world with almost no light, covered with a glass-like barrier.

That special mirror world.

Faced with an extremely urgent situation and unable to leave Morola directly, Albus Medici chose to jump into the dark vortex in front of him and fall into that special mirror world.

At this moment, his neck was almost broken and his cervical vertebrae were exposed.

He fell into that special mirror world and disappeared into the deep darkness.

The dark vortex next to "0-01" was immediately ignited by invisible and colorless flames and dissipated.

In mid-air, the green flame that was no longer maintained by Albus quickly went out, and the remaining bit of Julie's stained blood continued to fall and touched the charred flag.

All over Morola.

Nearly ten thousand heads were flying in the sky, dragging their white and bloody spines, while their headless bodies were running wildly in the streets.

In the cemetery, skeletons crawled out from the ground one after another. They were so densely packed that they were countless, and their eye sockets were burning with dark red or pale flames.

Red "rain" began to fall from the sky, capable of igniting buildings and humans.

Inside the Church of Knowledge, Archbishop Herraberg of Morola, wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads, stood in front of the open stained-glass window and felt that the wall was faintly showing signs of melting.

He sighed softly and raised his palms.

…………

In the underground mausoleum, in the strange wilderness.

Lumian "teleported" to the side of Corpse Mountain.

His legs could no longer support his body weight, and he was about to sit down against the corpses and skeletons, when he was suddenly pulled by an invisible force and slowly stood up and walked towards the pile of undead soldiers.

This required no effort on his part, and he had little strength to spare.

Lumian did not resist or struggle, as if only his self-consciousness remained his.

The burning pain and cold rotting feeling in his right palm kept him basically conscious.

“Just don’t tear my head off my neck, everything else is up to you…” Lumian muttered to himself as he listened to the knowledge imparted by the brass spell. With the help of external forces, he continued to walk towards the team gathered in the wilderness as the puppet of “0-01”.

The current situation is basically consistent with what he expected.

If he had read less before, his brain and body would have gone their separate ways by now.

Knowledge is power, knowledge is wealth!
After more than ten seconds, the sky suddenly became dim and darkness once again flooded into the area.

"0-01" seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and the tremors and shaking began to ease.

The flames in the area went out one after another, and the dead, cold darkness once again dominated the area.

"The Church of Knowledge has finally suppressed the abnormal movement of '0-01'. If it continues for a while, I will really become a puppet..." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and felt the darkness eroding his body like an invisible stream of cold water.

The "Underworld Man" mark on his right palm exuded a stronger sense of decay than before, helping him resist this erosion.

Lumian "teleported" back to the location he had chosen earlier, and sat down weakly with his back leaning against the corpses and skeletons that made up the mountain.

He closed his eyes and listened attentively to the knowledge coming from the earphones in the pure darkness without any light.

…………

Trier, on the Forum at the entrance to the third level of the catacombs.

After answering Jana's question, the vague and holy female figure disappeared from Jana's sight, as if it was just part of an illusion.

Janna shook her head and her eyes returned to reality, and she saw Franca with a concerned look on her face.

"When I was promoted, I seemed to sense Ms. Christmena again, and I had a few conversations with her." Janna carefully told her companions about what she had just experienced.

Hiss, are all those who have reached the angel level still alive after death? Franka asked curiously:

"What did He say?"

Janna suddenly felt a little embarrassed:
"He said that he wanted to reconcile with the person in his mirror because they are one. He said that his father is the 'Blood Emperor'..."

"Ah?" Franca was shocked and confused, "Why did He tell you this?"

Janna was even more embarrassed:

"I asked, I asked without thinking..."

"Is it really the 'Blood Emperor'? That shouldn't be your hallucination. You can't come up with this answer even if you are hallucinating." Franka whispered with increasing excitement.

"Fuck, what do you mean I can't figure it out even in my hallucination? Uh, indeed, who could have thought of it?" Janna responded subconsciously.

Franka clapped her hands immediately:
"That's a good question. This is a good question. This information is very, very important!"

She said with bright eyes:

"Lumian previously suspected that the special mirror world was created by the Blood Emperor Alistair Tudor to deal with the Original Witch. The Tamara family may have played a very important role in this matter.

"Now it seems that this speculation has to be abandoned. Perhaps that special mirror world was created by the Blood Emperor Alistair Tudor and the Original Witch together!

"Otherwise, how could a 'Hunter' path True God who doesn't have mirror magic create such a special mirror world?"

(End of this chapter)