Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 405: Audience

Dusk and darkness fell at the same time, which meant that the real war between gods had officially begun.

All speculators, participants, and spectators looked up at this moment, and countless pairs of eyes were cast towards the sky where light and darkness were intertwined.

Most of them withdrew their gazes, thinking that they were not qualified to participate in this battle.

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The God-forsaken land, the residence of the Giant King.

After the "Original Witch" Chick mobilized the power of the "Chaos Sea", the "Chaos Sea" that shrouded the outside world and prevented this area from being invaded has receded.

In the deepest part of the palace, behind a faint curtain, there are layers of stairs belonging to the giant, and an iron-black throne at the top of the stairs.

Sitting on the throne was a man with shoulder-length black hair that was slightly curly. There was a shadow over his eyes, making his features extremely blurry. Layers of phantom black wings hung down from his back, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

At this moment, a tide of shadows surged into this place that was so silent that it seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity, bringing with it the power to corrupt all living beings.

Amidst the shadows, a huge cross was erected, and the upside-down figure opened his eyes and looked at the man. Mad and irrational mutterings echoed in the palace, breaking the silence.

"Sasriel."

As the endless malicious whispers echoed, the man seemed disturbed and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the "True Creator" quietly, without saying a word, and just stood up silently.

"Dark Angel" Sasriel, the left hand of God, the vice-lord of heaven, the king of angels among the kings of angels.

However, what is here is just an evil spirit with a little remaining spirit and consciousness.

It seemed that the protection had reached its end. Sasriel's body gradually dissipated, revealing a mottled and weathered stone slab on the right.

After the fall of the "Original God", the first "blasphemous slate" was born from the "Sea of ​​Chaos"!
After Sasriel's figure completely collapsed, a huge arm emerged from the tide of shadows and grabbed the "blasphemous slate".

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In the starry sky formed by countless abstract things.

The quiet darkness, filled with plants such as moon flowers and night-blooming herbs, is boundless, with a burnt mark in the central area.

Rays of orange light shone into the country, turning some areas back to dusk and causing the flowers and grass to wither and die.

Along with the lonely dusk, a huge figure as big as a mountain walked out.

He had abnormally long limbs and wore tattered silver armor. His face was obscured by a visor, with only a faint orange-red glow showing through.

"God of War" Badheir has entered the kingdom of night!

This "Lord of War", "Twilight of All Things", and "Great God of Knights" holds an exaggerated long sword, with the tip naturally drooping and touching the dark "ground".

As He walked forward step by step, the long sword continued to drag in the darkness, splitting the ground, solidifying the dusk, and causing the night to begin to wither.

From the depths of darkness, an equally large figure floated out, dragging a long sickle.

He was wearing a layered yet simple dark long skirt, dotted with countless bright stars, like a starry night. Between his ribs and waist, two arms grew, each covered with dark short hair.

Of his six hands, two held the heavy black sickle, two held a crimson "moon", one was empty, and one tightly grasped a golden bird-shaped ornament that looked like it was made of gold.

"Goddess of the Night" Amanesis!

The eyes with orange light met the deep dark eyes for a moment.

Without any unnecessary chatter, Badhair took faster and faster steps forward, gradually approaching a charge. The long sword he dragged in the darkness and dusk rubbed against the surroundings, sparking out a little bit of bright morning light.

The contradictions between adjacent pathways cannot be reconciled.

The end of the world is coming, and only the winner between the two sides will have the opportunity to be promoted to the Old One and become the "Eternal Darkness", but He is already far behind.

Fortunately, He is not alone!

The moon flowers and night-blooming herbs suddenly grew larger and grew wildly, and soon became equivalent to the trees that had survived for thousands of years in the primeval forest. They were so dense that they blocked out the "sky".

Among these trees, a figure wrapped with dark green vines and decorated with various herbs and flowers stood out.

He is also as huge as a mountain, with a plump figure, flowing clothes, and holding an illusory baby in his arms.

As soon as the figure descended, it followed the dusk giant, half floating and half flying towards the humanoid demon wolf dragging a huge black scythe.

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A strong expression of reluctance and anger emerged on George III's face. He struggled to separate a part of his strength, and with the help of the advance arrangements in the mausoleum, he distorted the space and prevented Amon from getting close to him.

This could not possibly stop the Blasphemer, but He was only one step away from becoming a god, and He was not willing to give up any dangerous hope.

"Have you been here since the beginning?"

"Oh, do you think so?"

Amon did not comment, but reached forward as if to show off, and a concentrated sea of ​​lightning emerged in his hand, with a silver snake dancing wildly inside.

"This is what I just stole. It's an attack from a god. The power of the 'Storm Lord' is indeed astonishing. No wonder His Sequence 0 is called 'Tyrant'."

George III's heart contracted uncontrollably again.

Being able to use the attack of the "Storm Lord" showed that Amon had indeed just come in. But "He" was only the "Angel King", even if he was a first-tier "Angel King", he should not be able to dissolve the attack of a "God" so easily.

Even if the attack was launched from the astral realm, it would be attenuated.

"how did you do it?"

He asked with great difficulty.

Amon lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Hunter is a very interesting path. One person alone is not that strong, but the upper limit after joining forces is extremely outrageous."

"A physique and strength so strong that it is close to that of a god, with all kinds of powerful and strange abilities, and most importantly, a status higher than that of a true god."

"Although I can only get a little bit, it's a qualitative leap for 'Steal', which determines the success rate based on the status. I used to think that 'Hunter' was not strong, which was an illusion. It turned out to be because Medici was so lame."

"Ah... I'm getting off topic. There's also this."

Amon opened his hands, and a brass-colored, illusory, transparent book appeared in his hands, with a short sentence written on it.

"All 'laws' here are invalid!"

"To deal with an Archangel of Sequence, the fastest way is of course to ask a god of the same path to deal with it. 'Uniqueness' should be enough."

"From the beginning, I was not stopped by the 'no trespassing' edict."

"The reason why you were pretending to be held back was to ensure that you could become a god. During the godhood ceremony, your mind was shaken, leaving a 'loophole' and waiting for a 'mistake'."

"After all, it is impossible for someone like you who is extremely eager for the position of a god and has no weaknesses in your heart to actively cooperate with me."

When Amon said this, he seemed to be thinking of someone, and a smile that was lighter than usual but more real appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I know you're stalling for time by listening to me, and so am I..."

"If the victim doesn't cooperate, the thief's godhood ritual is too troublesome. Well... all godhood rituals are troublesome." The thief's "sequence 0" "wrong" ritual is:
Take His place in someone else's deification ceremony!

Amon raised his hand to adjust his monocle, and a faint light appeared around him before he disappeared.

When He reappeared, He had already come before George III, and the distorted space had no effect at all.

George III's face distorted little by little, and he was screaming wildly in his heart.

It shouldn’t be like this, that person... should be helping me, the “Angel of Fantasy” Adam should be helping me!

Without me becoming a god, how could He complete such a demanding deification ritual of "making the development of the times conform to His expectations and taking the magic potion within the established trend"?

Ordinary people, who are as numerous as insects, are the witnesses and weavers of history and the main body of the tide of the times. Without me to lead them, there would be no war...

Am I insignificant in Adam's plan? Or... He changed the direction of the tide of the times?

George III's pupils contracted and he felt his blood cooling down bit by bit. He had an expression of despair and anger, but he was unable to make much movement.

The deification ceremony has come to an end. The shadow has covered the face of the "Prince of Order" and spread to his eyes, and is about to turn him into the "Shadow of Order".

He felt his consciousness rising, and every place in the Kingdom of Loen appeared before his eyes, and then quickly converged on "Backlund", the capital.

At this time, He saw Bonois Gustave, the youngest son of Roselle Gustave, coming in front of a huge unknown machine.

He took out a round bead and placed it into the machine. The projection screens in the square and all places in the Kingdom of Loen changed.

No longer a speech by "George III", but in a claustrophobic relic.

There are three people in the ruins, the hooded Aurora Order messenger Mr. A, the "Witch of Despair" Panatia of the Witch Cult, and the demigod sent by the royal family to connect with the two.

"...We need enough people to build the mausoleum... one month in advance... No way!"

"...Aurora Society...Witch Cult...The Loen Royal Family doesn't have to cooperate with you..."

"...Use the 'Law' to drain the life out of them. They are just pariahs anyway..."

Thrilling words were uttered one after another, exposing the crimes of the royal family colluding with the cult, secretly buying and selling large numbers of people, and even planning to cover up the conspiracy by killing more people.

The picture froze on the royal demigod's cold and inhuman face. He spoke indifferently, and his voice echoed in the room.

"Anyway, after the mausoleum is built, those people will need to be buried with it to keep it secret."

Not only that, after this scene was played, a new scene appeared.

The picture shows a nobleman whom George III was not familiar with. He was wearing simple clothes, looked pale and haggard, with an expression of struggle yet helplessness on his face, and his tone was bitter.

"I am Baron Glia. I admit that the above footage is true and I will expose my crimes. I once poisoned my brother and illegally killed more than one person in order to fight for the title..."

The scene changes and another noble appears.

"I am Viscount Monet. I admit that the above footage is true and I will expose my crimes. I used my position to engage in smuggling, forcibly increase taxes in the territory, and rape other people's wives..."

"I am Viscount Gerlan. I admit that the above footage is true and I will expose my crime..."

"I am Baron Ster. I admit that the above footage is true and I will expose my crime..."

New scenes continued to emerge, and countless nobles appeared on the screen, confessing crimes that made ordinary people shudder and even fear.

George III was heartbroken as he watched the people in the square, who had originally looked at him with admiration, respect and hope, go from initial bewilderment to varying degrees of chaos, and finally to disappointment and anger!
The higher the hold, the worse the fall.

As he heard the cheers of his subjects turn into curses and resentment, he realized that the ruling class of the Kingdom of Loen had been completely destroyed.

The old order has collapsed and a new era is coming.

The lighthouse that anchored him was annihilated, and at the moment he was about to touch the throne of the "Black Emperor", the power that originally pushed him onto the throne turned into invisible arms, tearing him down, and he was powerless to do anything.

Even His identity as “King” was denied by all His people!

"Ah, I've waited until I got the 'error' I wanted."

The chuckle of the "blasphemer" sounded in his ears, and George III watched with extreme resentment and unwillingness as the throne of the "Black Emperor" moved farther and farther away from him.

The next second, all his expressions froze, he raised his hand to his face and put a monocle on himself.

The corner of Amon's mouth curled up slightly, and the monocle in his right eye burst into light, illuminating the whole world!
At this moment, all the errors that caused the seals to fail were corrected, all seemingly normal behaviors went wrong, and all clocks skipped several seconds.

A "bug" was born!

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At the same time, in the outskirts of Backlund, in a small church that no one noticed.

The devout priest, wearing a simple white robe and a light blond beard, opened his eyes, revealing a childlike clarity and innocence.

He calmly took out a bottle of golden potion from his arms, unscrewed the lid, and poured the liquid into his mouth.

Then, He took out an ancient and weathered stone slab and looked silently in the direction of the God-forsaken Land.

His body disappeared where it was.

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"It looks like it worked over there."

Luke stretched and moved his neck casually.

Dozens of light balls made of unknown substances vaguely appeared behind him. Those light balls that remained delicately independent overlapped little by little, causing his momentum to continue to soar.

The "secret" and "unknown" were released at the same time, and an aura that seemed to conquer everything and look down on the world rose into the sky, disturbing all the gods.

Lu Ke's figure suddenly appeared in the star realm, three balls of red light lit up on his body, and a phantom appeared above his head.

It was a deep ancient well, with black chains carving countless evil ghost souls. In the center, an extremely huge black shadow let out an earth-shaking roar.

Evil dragon, the city of "source" disaster!
Lu Ke opened his arms as if to embrace someone, and an extremely terrifying "cohesion" force emerged from him.

At this moment, all the "Hunter" path Extraordinary people in the world, except Medici, felt that the "Extraordinary Characteristics" in their bodies began to riot, and the higher the sequence, the stronger the riot.

“——”

A mournful cry sounded.

A huge brass dragon, larger than a city and made up of countless books, couldn't help but let out a tragic cry. A huge wound was torn in its abdomen, and a blood-red flag rushed towards the center of "aggregation".

“0-01” Salinger blood flag.

The uniqueness of the "Red Priest"!
Countless red streams of light rushed towards Lu Ke, like a red ocean of blood and fire that submerged Lu Ke, weaving a gorgeous blood-red crown and a throne made of blood and fire for him.

Luke, wearing an iron crown, blood-red clothes, with long red hair hanging down, turned around and sat on the bright red throne.

He held the blood-red flag in his right hand, the flag was fluttering, he raised his head with a defiant look, and his voice echoed throughout the entire star realm.

"Come and see me!"

(End of this chapter)