Ring of Fate

Chapter 887 The Future He Declared (Thanks to Qia Qia Hao Hao for giving Silver Alliance two rewards)
When the "blasphemous slab" in front of Amon was lifted up, the white mist that was corroding Roselle and the Genie suddenly reacted, trying to break away and shrink back into the endless starry sky, but was forcibly "held down" by Roselle and could only retreat little by little.

Likewise, the pale golden lamp spirit struggled desperately, trying to get back into the "Wishing Lamp" from the pot's mouth, but Roselle didn't give him the chance at all. He used the white mist and green light to bind him tightly in front of him.

Roselle turned his head and looked down at the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor", "distorting" the distinction between inside and outside, and gave his eldest daughter Bernadette a smile that was both painful and satisfied.

He cried out:
"Enjoy this world for me for a while!"

"Dad!" "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette shouted, her cheeks already glistening with water.

Russell said nothing more, retracted his gaze, and straightened his posture.

He continued to fight against the retraction of the white mist, tightly holding the lamp spirit, then raised his chin and said to Amon in a majestic and firm voice:

"bring it on."

The monocle on Amon's right eye instantly lit up with a strange light, and he pressed his hands downward, causing the "blasphemous slate" floating in front of him to smash heavily into the light golden genie and Roselle who was "embracing" the genie.

The chaotic sea water containing all colors and all possibilities turned into a torrent and surged forward in a mighty manner.

Attracted by this, the white mist representing the vortex ritual, along with Perle, the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" and the miniature red moon inside, also rushed towards the Djinn and Roselle.

At this moment, within the swirling white mist, a point of light that had not expanded before rapidly enlarged, revealing a gloomy and dark scene that seemed to correspond to Trier in the Quaternary Period, and also seemed to represent an unknown land.

A white, delicate, slender and beautiful hand suddenly stretched out from the scene, grabbed the twisted arm of the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty", and quickly dragged the "0" level seal into the light spot where it was, and both disappeared into the deep and dark darkness at the same time.

Influenced by the completion of this transaction, the miniature red moon formed by the pollution of the "Great Mother" instantly came to the light spot where the vague figure was suspended, and was about to penetrate into it.

Amon was trying his best to exploit the loophole and control the "blasphemous slate" to maintain its stability. He could only spare a little attention to interfere.

He failed to stop the disappearance of the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty", but only allowed the miniature red moon to disintegrate and dissipate nearly half of itself.

The remaining miniature red moon drilled into the corresponding light spot and into the body of the blurry human figure suspended in the air.

The belly of the figure wrapped in bandages, thorns and roses suddenly bulged up, and obvious cracks appeared. Strips of black asphalt-like liquid, with crimson eyeballs, skull heads, and arms with teeth and tongues protruding from the surface, suddenly stretched out from these cracks and tore the blurry figure's abdomen.

The next second, the white mist representing the vortex ritual covered the pale golden lamp god, and all the light spots inside went out at the same time.

The genie cursed madly and silently, but he could only watch as the chaotic torrent that contained all colors and all possibilities rushed towards him along the mottled and weathered gray stone slabs.

He was immediately submerged.

His body, which was made up of pale golden viscous light, quickly disintegrated and turned into golden particles.

These tiny spots of pure golden light were quickly washed away by the chaotic torrent, leaving no trace behind.

In just a blink of an eye, the genie was reduced to an extremely dim, green-and-white light.

This object was not completely decomposed by the chaotic torrent and shrank back from the mouth of the pot into the golden "Wishing Lamp" in a panic.

At this point, Roselle no longer needed to bind the Lamp Spirit, nor did he have to struggle to maintain a close connection between himself and the "Uncertain Mist".

He looked at the chaotic torrent surging before him, raised his chin again, and opened his arms, like an emperor embracing his own world.

In a flash, the chaotic torrent that contained all colors and all possibilities submerged Roselle's figure.

The body of the resurrected "Black Emperor" quickly disintegrated and became ethereal.

"Dad..." Bernadette in the mausoleum below shouted again, but this time her voice was very low, like a dream.

Almost at the same time, outside the barrier, the white mist covering a certain planet suddenly shrank to the core of the planet, as if it had been hit directly by the second "blasphemous slate" together with the chaotic torrent, causing the weathered land and the dried-up seabed to reappear.

Then, the uncertain, thick white mist spread out again, and indescribable sounds echoed everywhere in the starry sky.

This caused the extremely bright star realm to be covered by a thin mist, making the entire world dim.

The next second, a white mist whose size and state could not be described in words broke away from the planet it was previously on.

The planet shattered silently, and all kinds of rocks and gases were ejected in waves.

Then, a sense of chaos that encompassed all colors emerged from the surface of the thick, uncertain, and invisible white mist.

He suddenly shrank and quickly disappeared into the depths of the dead, dark, endless starry sky.

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On the streets of Trier, citizens saw the fog in the sky gradually dissipate and the sun returned to normal, neither bright enough to blind human eyes nor dim enough to look like dusk.

The previous series of changes have not been forgotten by them, and the voice of "the emperor's return" still remains in their hearts.

"What is going on in this world?" Many citizens have similar doubts.

With such doubts and fears, they turned their eyes to the newsstand and the nearby church.

On this day, occult magazines such as "Psychic", "Umayya", and "Lotus" were sold out in Trier, and whether it was the church of the "Eternal Sun", the church of the "God of Steam and Machinery", or the church of the "Fool", they were all packed with people.

Similarly, in cities of all sizes in the northern and southern continents, such as Backlund and Port of Paros, the corresponding magazines were in short supply, and every church was packed with believers.

…………

Above the original island, Amon landed at the same height as the top of the Black Emperor's mausoleum.

He looked at the "mysterious queen" Bernadette who had just walked out of the mausoleum, and said in a deliberately indifferent tone:

"Within sixty years, the 'fog of uncertainty' will not come again, and there will be one less danger to face at the end of the world.

"As long as no new Black Emperor is born, as long as the order of human society has not completely collapsed, or as long as this mausoleum has not been completely destroyed, Roselle will be able to be resurrected from nothingness in a hundred years. By then, He with the three kinds of pollution in His body will gain a preliminary balance and be able to maintain basic humanity and clarity."

At this point, Amon laughed and changed his tone:
“This is the future He claims, and this is His promise to you.”

Without waiting for Bernadette to respond, Amon reached into the air and threw the newly emerged crown inlaid with many dark gemstones and the "Wishing Magic Lamp" to the "mysterious queen":
"As a guarantee of my promise, the uniqueness of the 'Black Emperor' is given to you.

"As long as you are alive, there will be no new 'Black Emperor'."

Bernadette took the dark crown and the "Wishing Magic Lamp" and said in a low voice:
“Hopefully the future He proclaims will come to pass.”

Amon pinched the monocle on his right eye and laughed softly:
"This is not something I can answer on His behalf. Anyway, I have already received my reward and the ceremony has just been completed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Amon, who no longer had the status of a true god, slowly took back the "blasphemous slate" and the other three rays of light, and disappeared in mid-air.

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In front of the destroyed bloody altar.

After the darkness of the world and the fog in the sky receded, Ms. Magician turned her gaze to the sky to the west.

As an angel with a very close connection to the spirit world, she had learned from the spirit world what had just happened and what had happened to her own Minor Arcana card.

"What's wrong?" asked Miss Justice.

The expression on the face of the "Magician" lady was very complicated, and her tone was slightly sighing:

“The evil god who preached in the name of truth suffered a severe blow and must sleep for decades.

"This is a good thing. There will be one less great danger that humanity will have to face at the end of the world, and there will be no 'brokers' connecting people before the end of the world.

"But Emperor Roselle died because of this, and it will take a hundred years for him to be resurrected, and..."

Ms. Magician did not continue.

The expressions of the Major Arcana holders, including Ms. Hermit, Ms. Justice, and Ms. Judgment, who had their hearing seals removed, became quite complicated.

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In the New Silver City, in a room with a height of five or six meters.

Lumian has brought Franca, Janna, Anthony, and Ludwig, Lugano and others who were found later to this place where they can ensure their safety.

Looking at Lumian, with his loose black hair and delicate features, Franca wanted to tease him, but she felt that his mood was not right.

She had always known that Lumian had considered switching to the "witch" path in order to be promoted faster. Anyway, as long as he maintained himself, he could always jump back to the "hunter" path and become a man again. So, Franka originally thought that Lumian made the decision to switch to a "witch" this time in order to deal with a dangerous situation, but after observing carefully for a while, she thought that this was not the case.

If it was really his own choice, Lumian wouldn't be hiding depression and pain under his calmness!
Thinking of this, Franca looked outside at the blue sky again and said deliberately:

"The Whirlpool incident seems to be over. That's great. The end of the world hasn't come, and the world hasn't been destroyed. We're all still alive!"

As long as you are alive, there is hope!

Janna also thought about it for a while before asking Lumian:
"Would you like to change your clothes?"

Lumian glanced at the two "witches" and Anthony, then at Ludwig, who began to eat like crazy and didn't care that his godfather had turned into a woman, and Lugano, who occasionally stole a glance at him, and said in a low voice:
"I'll tell you the details later. I'm going to go somewhere now."

"Yourself?" Janna asked.

Lumian nodded slightly.

Franka did not try to persuade him. She took out a black cloak that she had bought when she was dressed as a "witch" from her "traveler's bag" and threw it to Lumian.

Lumian put on his cloak, activating a black mark on his right shoulder.

He was "teleported" to a deep valley, inside which stood an ancient church with a water-black surface and carvings of human skulls.

This is the first church built by the Aurora Society for the "True Creator".

Lumian entered the dark church and walked step by step to the huge black cross inside. There was no human being along the way, and no unknown objects blocked his way.

After stopping, Lumian, who was wearing a black cloak, looked at the male statue hanging upside down on the cross. His gaze moved from the rusty iron nails that pierced through the body of the statue and the bright red blood around them, all the way down to the face whose facial features were all blurred, except for the eyes, which were very clear and tightly closed, as if bearing all the pain and guilt.

After staring for a few seconds, Lumian said in a low voice with a hint of magnetism:

"One day, I will actually walk up to you and tell you my answer."

After saying this, Lumian, wearing a black cloak, turned around and walked out of the church.

At the same time, white fireballs shot out from around him, flying to different places in the church and to the male statue hanging upside down on the black cross.

Rumble!
The stone pillars in the church collapsed, the windows were broken, and corners were set on fire.

Rumble!
The huge black cross was blown into pieces, and the upside-down statue collapsed and fell to the ground, breaking into many pieces.

The head of the statue was separated from its neck, rolled around for a few times, and was covered with dust.

Its face was facing Lumian's back, as he walked in the collapsed church and the blazing flames, his black hair and cloak fluttering. His eyes were tightly closed, as if he was bearing all the pain and guilt.

God loves the world.

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