Ring of Fate

Chapter 885 The Real Purpose (Thanks to Old Kohler for the Silver Alliance Reward)

Seeing that Vasant Samson's eyes were wide open, his breath was gradually dissipating, and his face was full of twisted pain and tangible despair, Lumian took out the silver-white "Lies" ear clip from the "Traveler's Bag" and put it on his left ear.

In his dying state, Vasant Samson suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The figure had light blue eyes, bright features, and long, thick blond hair.

That's Aurore.

But this time, there was no more fear or terror on Auror's face, only a faint smile.

"He..." Voisin Samson uttered his last words.

He died with his eyes bulging out.

Lumian returned to his original appearance, took off his "lie" ear clip, and said nonchalantly:
"Died so soon? I wanted to thank you for helping me digest the 'despair' potion."

When he first got promoted, he had already digested most of the "despair" potion, and now he has made further progress.

Lumian was not surprised by this. Based on the mystical knowledge he learned from the "Magician" lady, the essence of "acting" is to gradually bring one's physical, mental and spiritual state closer to the core symbol of the potion through acting, thereby bypassing restrictions and completing digestion step by step. His state before and after taking the "Despair" potion can be said to be very close to the name "Despair".

What Lumian was desperate about was not that he had to transform into a "witch". In order to be promoted faster, to better deal with the possible doomsday, and to resurrect his sister as soon as possible, he had thought about similar things more than once. After all, he would have the opportunity to jump to the "hunter" path and become a man again.

He was desperate because he was forced to do this and had no way to refuse. He was desperate because all his previous efforts, struggles, and anger were arranged by others, and he had to follow the arrangements of others and embark on the path of a "witch" in the future.

Of course, when despair reaches its extreme, the desire and belief in one's heart to become strong and to change everything will also become extremely strong.

“Is this what you wanted?” Lumian murmured to himself as he stopped blocking the area and allowed the remaining occult pathogens to completely dissipate.

As for Franca, Janna and Anthony, they had already run over quickly after Vossan Sanson was pierced by the icicle.

Lumian suddenly sensed something and cast his gaze towards a certain location in the dark ruins.

That was the place where the demigod Higdon of the "End of All Things" died for the last time.

There, green and yellow specks of light appeared out of thin air and rose upwards, but were blocked by the barrier of the special mirror world.

Can we cut off the connection here and prevent some of the gifted power from returning? Lumian, who had experience, immediately made a corresponding judgment.

At this time, Franca and others had already run to him.

Looking at that familiar yet bright and cold face, Franca opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Jenna looked at Lumian's current appearance and had only one thought in her mind:
It’s good to be alive. The best thing is that everyone is still alive!

As for the rest, there's nothing to worry about.

Lumian pointed at the blocked greenish-yellow light and said in a voice that was slightly magnetic and obviously feminine:
"You can take a weapon and put it there."

This is the proactive creation of extraordinary weapons.

After Franca, Janna and Anthony looked at each other, they stopped being modest and took the initiative to say:
"I'll go. I'm just missing a weapon that can hurt a demigod."

And she is the second highest-ranked Beyonder in the team—Ludwig doesn’t count.

If she had had similar weapons before, she might not have been so desperate when facing Higdon.

"Okay." Janna expressed her attitude.

Anthony nodded as well.

This is not to say that if he put the "Winter is Coming" revolver under those light spots, the number of uses of this extraordinary weapon would be reset. Given its own material, the pollution would likely exceed the limit and cause it to collapse directly.

Franka took out her "bombardment gun" and ran towards the area filled with green and yellow light spots.

Lumian retracted his gaze, glanced at Janna, smiled slightly and said:
“Anything in the shape of a ring?”

Janna was a little surprised at the smile that seemed to shine by itself, but she felt that she shouldn't ask at this moment.

She dug out a cheap silver bracelet and handed it to Lumian.

After Lumian took it, he placed the bracelet on top of Vaisan Samson's body, waiting for the power of fate to be intercepted.

He then looked at the transparent boundary in the distance that was like a mirror and saw his own figure and face.

He tried hard to put a smile on his face.

Because Aurore is such a person who is good at finding joy in adversity.

…………

Before the bloody altar,

Ms. Hermit was trying to combine the iron cigarette box with Mr. Fool's aura with the Spear of Longinus to directly attack the oil painting depicting the endless starry sky. Ms. Magician had already said carefully based on her rich knowledge of sealing and powerful sealing ability:

"The power of fate is to prevent the interference of non-Vortex Ritual participants from failing, and that terrifying voice affects all Beyonders like the Listener and the Mystery Peer. We may be able to decipher them separately.

"The power of fate is most likely emanating from the circle on the painting. If we can block it and shield it, we should be able to escape the fate of our interference being doomed to fail, directly destroy the painting, and interrupt that terrifying sound."

"Block it..." After hearing what Miss Justice said, Ms. Hermit suddenly had an idea.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the barrier seal was strengthened and the power of fate was significantly weakened, she cast the "Wizard" spell and threw the iron cigarette box at the oil painting on the altar, making it land accurately on the area with silver-white and black circles.

The iron cigarette box directly pressed down the circular ring, covering it up without leaving any trace.

The little boy Will said immediately:
"The power of fate has dropped a lot again!"

Upon hearing this, the Magician lady quickly raised her arms, causing the void around the painting to bend, becoming darker and deeper.

The space collapsed and disintegrated, and obvious cracks appeared on the painting and the altar.

Grayish-white scales began to appear on Miss Justice's face, and her body seemed to be swelling.

Likewise, Ms. Judgment made her verdict once again.

Seeing that her companions had launched their attacks, Ms. Hermit once again condensed the ancient spear stained with strange blood and threw it at the painting.

The oil painting, which was already in tatters due to continuous blows, was completely pierced by the "Spear of Longinus" and nailed to the altar.

Then, a flame that seemed to contain all colors burst out from the tip of the gun, completely igniting the oil painting that still emitted the terrifying sound, and gradually burned it to ashes.

…………

Over Trier.

One by one, the "Time Worms" crawled back into Mr. "Star"'s body.

The red-gloved Major Arcana holder spoke to Mr. Hanged Man in his original magnetic voice:

"Amon has returned, and has temporarily restored the strength of the True Gods of the 'Error' and 'Gate' pathways. I must return to the Tranquility Church immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. "Xingxing" disappeared instantly.

Mr. "Hanged Man" cast his eyes downward and saw the "moon" transformed into crimson moonlight falling into the mist of the villa that had been compressed to the extreme, and Saint Viev of the "Eternal Sun" Church shone into there in the form of sunlight.

…………

Deep in the primitive island, outside the tomb of the "Black Emperor".

Amon, who was at the edge of the star realm, looked down at Perle, at the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" and the miniature red moon that were still struggling to approach the corresponding light spots in the white mist, without making any moves.

"What are you waiting for?" Russell asked with the pain on his face deepening.

"It's the same as what you're thinking now, the most arrogant idea you've ever had." Amon pinched the monocle on his right eye and smiled in response, "If it's just to clear out the followers of the 'Uncertain Mist', there's no need to go through so much trouble, and it's not worth it for us to reveal our cards."

Russell glanced at the ongoing transaction below and said:

“That could pose a huge risk.”

"Once you make a decision, you must accept the corresponding consequences. How can you accomplish a great thing without taking any risks or incurring any losses?" Amon said with a smile, and then added, "This sentence was not said by me, nor by you."

Before Roselle, who was being eroded more and more by the white mist and in more and more pain, could respond, Amon looked into the distance and said:

"Those people from the Tarot Club are pretty good. I don't need to go there in person to destroy the painting."

At this point, Amon, who was wearing a monocle, showed an eager expression:
"Now, it's time."

He turned his gaze towards the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor" and towards Bernadette who was restricted by Roselle and unable to come out.

The "mysterious queen" suddenly recalled something, and it seemed that a certain memory had emerged from the fog.

She immediately stretched out her right hand and quickly sketched out one star-shaped word after another in front of her.

These characters, which seemed to be the source of all the languages ​​of the northern and southern continents, quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a "secret door" that seemed to lead to the depths of the spiritual world.

The "secret door" opened silently, and a strong wind blew out, transforming into a man with a human upper body and a stream of air in the lower body, wrapped in white cloth.

"The wishing lamp and that item." Bernadette ordered in a dignified voice.

The man with the air current in his lower body responded respectfully, and then took out two items from the white cloth wrapped around him:

It looks like a miniature kettle, with a golden surface covered with mysterious and complex symbols. Something that looks like a wick extends from the mouth of the kettle. It is the "0-05" "Wishing Lamp" that the believers of the "Uncertain Mist" want to obtain.

The other was a gray stone slab, engraved with characters that seemed to be the source of all the languages ​​of the northern and southern continents. The surface had many marks, and it looked mottled and weathered.

PS: Thanks to Lao Kohler for rewarding the Silver Alliance~
(End of this chapter)