Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 310 God descends
After seeing off the "Rat of De La Hoya," Roger hurriedly got up, dressed, and washed up. Then, while Bandit was washing his face, he went to room 202 and knocked on Klein's door.

"what happened?"

Klein opened the door with a yawn, still looking very sleepy despite being in his pajamas.

"what?"

Roger glanced at Maggie Lopez, the "Witch of Despair" who had been standing alone in Klein's room all night as punishment, and said:
"Pack your bags, get something to eat, Fussac and Rune are probably going to have their final battle tonight."

These words immediately perked Klein up, and he nodded and said, "Right away."

The two agreed to meet downstairs in twenty minutes, so Roger went back and called Bandit. The two of them, one human and one cat, went downstairs together.

The shop owner, an elderly man, wasn't on the first floor; he seemed to have gone out to buy something.

Over the past two days, Roger has become quite familiar with the old man named Vlad, and during that time he has learned a lot about the current situation in Saint Milon.

Vlad's son died in the war between the two countries of Fursac and Rune a few years ago, and he has had few opportunities to talk to young people since then, so he was very happy that Roger and Klein took the initiative to talk to him.

He even made an exception and cooked a meal for Roger and Klein, and the three of them had a little wine together.

Seeing that Mr. Vlad was not there, Roger used the communal kettle at the front desk to make himself a cup of black tea and waited for Klein to come down.

After a while, Klein and Maggie Lopez came down together, and the three of them and the cat walked outside together.

Just then, the air raid siren sounded again, which suddenly increased the number of people on the street, which was not many to begin with.

People came running out of all sorts of places and began to converge on the entrance to the underground air-raid shelter. Roger even saw the old man who owned the shop where he and Klein rented a place limping over from a closed general store across the street.

"You three, hurry up and hide in the air-raid shelter. Rune's airship is coming soon."

The old man urged him with great concern.

"It's alright, Mr. Vlad."

Roger shook his head:

What happened to your leg?

"Sigh... The old ailment I developed when I was young was triggered by sleeping in an air-raid shelter a few times recently. The ground there was often damp, and it would flare up again from time to time."

Mr. Vlad shook his head, sighed, and said again:

"Let's not talk about this now, kids, let's go."

It must be said that although there is a feud between Fussak and Rune, the common people at the bottom of society are still very simple and kind.

Even knowing the situation was extremely dangerous, Vlad was still concerned about the three guests who had only stayed at his hotel for three days, his expression as firm as if he were advising his own children.

"Go ahead, if I'm not mistaken, the war will end soon."

As Roger was speaking, he suddenly remembered something:

"correct."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Vlad's rough, age-spotted hand.

For a moment, Vlad seemed to be hallucinating, as if a very bright and warm melody flashed through his mind at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, the air raid sirens blared at maximum volume, and a faint silvery reflection could be seen on the distant horizon.

Intense artillery fire began to be heard hundreds of kilometers west of San Mirón, suggesting that the Rune army had launched a general offensive.

However, the old man was completely oblivious to what was happening on the horizon; he was still immersed in the strange auditory hallucination he had just experienced.

The strangest thing is that when he tries to savor the sound, it disappears again, as if it were all just his imagination.

At the same time, the area on his leg that was clearly rheumatic suddenly became warm, and this warmth immediately dispelled most of the excruciating pain.

"what?"

Vlad looked up with some surprise and saw Roger, Klein, and Maggie walking in the opposite direction from the running crowd toward the street corner that reflected the silvery-white light.

"Hey, you guys!"

He shouted, but saw Roger wave his hand without turning his head and then point in the direction of the air-raid shelter.

At that very moment, many black granular objects appeared beneath the silvery-white street corner, an explosion rang out from there, and a shockwave rushed towards Roger and his two companions.

Vlad immediately tensed up, because he was all too familiar with this; it was the sign that the Rune airship was entering bombing mode!

However, something even stranger soon happened.

The bombs that were close to Roger and his two companions and should have fallen to the ground seemed to be controlled by something and remained suspended in the air.

Not one, two, but hundreds, all frozen in mid-air.

The pilots of Rune's airship seemed to have witnessed this as well, and they involuntarily stopped dropping bombs.

Only after the crowd had dispersed and Roger and his two companions had moved far away from beneath the bombs that floated in the air like seaweed did they begin to fall haphazardly again, destroying buildings and fortifications on the ground.

Even with the explosion so loud, Vlad remained speechless.

Although such an idea was too fantastical, in light of the current situation, a strange conjecture suddenly surfaced in Vlad's mind.

Could these three young people be angels sent by the God of War?

Amidst bewilderment and shock, Vlad was passively swept into the crowd and crawled along with them toward the air-raid shelter.

After getting away from Rune's bombing zone, Roger and Klein found a quiet place in the suburbs to rest for a while. They caught some fish and shrimp to eat and enjoyed a moment of peace.

Finally, as night fell, the distant roar of artillery fire gradually drifted from the west.

The roar grew stronger and more frequent.

Everything indicated that Rune's army had launched a general offensive.

After Roger judged that the time was right, he used his "magnification" ability to hold Klein and Maggie Lopez hostage, and then put Bendit inside the "leather cat bag".

Using the distortion of "gravity," they took flight and quickly moved westward.

At this moment, the decisive battle there had reached a fever pitch, with frequent explosions, collapses, and signs of attacks between demigods. Both the Runes and the Fusaks were fighting with bloodshot eyes.

Many people died in this battle, but their successors had no time to remember them, because they faced a more important problem at that moment.

To die, or to live through death—that is the question.

Overall, as Luna said, due to the alternating effects of internal and external troubles, the Fusak army was struggling to maintain both its fighting strength and morale. The Fusak army, which was once known as the overlord of the north, was now riddled with holes and, although it did not collapse at the first touch, it was still unable to resist the strong attack of the powerful Rune army.

What truly sustained the Fusak soldiers in their fight, besides their fear of death, was their faith in the "God of War."

Many soldiers were whispering the name of the "God of War," as if this act could give them a sense of security and courage.

The prayers quickly gathered together, and it seemed to have triggered some kind of response, or rather, caused some kind of chain reaction.

At that very moment, the western sky, where the sun had already set, was suddenly illuminated again by the golden light of dawn, dividing the sky into two parts: light and dark.

The golden dawn deepened, gradually turning yellow, orange, and even reddish-orange, as if some kind of power was slowly accumulating.

Just as Roger sensed something was amiss, a silvery-white burst suddenly erupted from the very core of the orange-red light.

The mercury-like color expanded and rose rapidly like a volcanic eruption, wriggling as if it were alive.

The mountains and vegetation were swallowed up and turned into that silvery white part. When the mercury turned into a huge sphere with a diameter of hundreds of meters, the world seemed to suddenly calm down, as if all the threats had been suppressed.

Just as Klein was having the illusion that the battle was over, a sudden gust of wind blew in.

The wind seemed to be generated by some invisible air pressure, and even the surrounding mountains and earth seemed to sway slightly.

"Hurry up, I need to speed up."

Roger glanced at the enormous mercury cage that was gradually emitting a rich orange-red light. He knew that it was larger and of a higher level than the "mercury cage" that St. Austin had used before.

The battle at the angelic level has begun!

Upon hearing this, Klein and Bandit also felt a chill run down their spines.

The next second, the speed of the three people and one cat suddenly increased, and the hems of Klein and Roger's clothes were also flipped up, making a loud rustling sound.

Just as they were about to reach the source of the dawn, the orange-red color on the mercury-silver cage suddenly exploded.

"what happened?"

As soon as Klein finished speaking, he saw that the western sky had become as bright and dazzling as if the sun had risen.

A massive burst of orange-red light erupted once more, piercing through the mercury cage.

The light vaguely resembled the blade of a giant sword, like a divine punishment that suddenly pierced the earth's crust from the earth's core and then executed the "prisoner" in the mercury cage!

"Fuck."

Roger and Klein couldn't help but swear at the same time, a scene that was truly shocking and visually stunning.

But that wasn't the end of it. The orange-red greatsword suddenly shattered into countless tiny rays of light, which quickly formed a large orange-red storm of light that swept across an area of ​​more than ten square kilometers in an instant!
Countless mountains were cleaved in two, and the orange-red sword energy, carrying an unparalleled shockwave, crashed into Roger.

At this moment, Roger had completely determined the level of this power.

That was the intervention of the earthly angels of the "God of War" church!
He very decisively bestowed upon himself a strong sense of luck and amplified it.

This allowed Roger to gradually regain his balance, and he took the opportunity to begin descending. When he flew to a mountain hollow that had not been damaged by the aftermath of the battle, he landed on the mountaintop.

At this moment, the orange-red light had stopped, and the fragmented light was surrounded by white waves that expanded like eggs. It seemed that the shock wave at the very center had pushed all the clouds to the periphery, forming three-dimensional ripples.

"It's really spectacular."

Klein sighed, recalling the videos of nuclear weapons exploding in experiments he had seen in his previous life.

"Yeah, indeed."

Roger nodded:

"This is the power of angels."

"Angel……"

Klein seemed lost in thought, muttering to himself.

Just as the world seemed to be swallowed up by that holy orange-red light, a jet-black light suddenly erupted at the core of the orange-red giant sword.

Rather than describing it as black, it's more accurate to say that all the light was swallowed up and stopped spreading outwards.

At that moment, even those in the air-raid shelters of San Miguel, and even those in Constance on the other side of the Atlantic, felt a pang of fear.

That was a concrete manifestation of "fear"!
As Roger watched, the darkness expanded in an instant, forming a pure black arc like a bridge, heading towards a very high place in the sky.

As night deepened, the originally dazzling orange-red light of dawn seemed to be subtly suppressed.

Everything the pure black arc encountered seemed to evaporate into thin air—light, clouds, space—and Roger's intuition about that distant space was the same.

From the sky, on the ground, and in the immeasurable mystery, a distant, hymn-like song seemed to emanate, as if even heaven and earth were congratulating and blessing the intensely dark blackness.

With that blackness as the boundary, the world seemed to be divided into two parts. The scenery on both sides was completely swallowed and separated by the pitch black in the middle, and the orange-red light from before was also completely cut off in the middle, as if it had been quickly erased.

The pitch-black darkness that reached the highest point of the heavens instantly encompassed and devoured a great being, whose skin rapidly aged and decayed, and whose foul-smelling corpse fluid exploded in the air, along with His aura, all vanishing.

However, the attack did not seem to kill it. Soon, a sense of oppression came from another higher place in the sky, and the angel of the Church of the God of War had been reborn.

He seemed to be enraged by the pure black attack, and let out a roar that pierced the sky!

The roar caused the heavy clouds to suddenly break apart, as if the entire sky had been ripped apart, revealing a brand new orange-red giant sword that firmly locked onto the origin of darkness!
Beside that orange-red greatsword, another orange-red greatsword appeared, followed by a third, a fourth, and a fifth.

At the same time, five giant orange-red swords pierced the sky and fell rapidly towards a certain location on the ground.

But at that moment, the thick black curtain that had been leading to the sky suddenly expanded, seemingly sealing off an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers in radius.

All the falling orange-red giant swords swiftly disappeared into the darkness, without causing the supernova-like explosion Roger had anticipated, nor any explosion or wind pressure. It was as if this attack, capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, had been so easily wiped away. "It seems the angels on the goddess's side are still superior."

Roger squinted as he watched the whole process, then gave his judgment in a low voice.

"How to say?"

Klein asked with great interest.

"The battle just now was initiated by the angel of the Church of the God of War. He used three offensive supernatural powers in succession. First, he used the Mercury Cage to seal the goddess's angel. Then, he used the angel-level Sword of Dawn—or the Greatsword of Twilight—to attack from the inside. After that, he detonated it into a Storm of Light in an attempt to kill the goddess's angel."

"However, the angel of the Church of the Night was clearly prepared. He may have entered a state of stealth while being enveloped by the 'Mercury Cage', thus avoiding this wave of intense attacks. Then, he used his extraordinary abilities to launch a counterattack against the 'God of War' Church angel who had launched three attacks in succession and expended a great deal of power."

"This counterattack was very successful, forcing the angels of the 'God of War' Church to actively use the power of 'aging' to destroy and abandon their physical bodies and be reborn from the spirit world."

"Afterwards, He used all His power to create five 'Twilight Greatswords' at once, intending to kill the angel of the Church of the Night with a saturation attack. However, He did not expect that the latter would directly seal the entire space within a radius of hundreds of kilometers using the 'Secret' authority, and redirect the attack of the 'God of War' Church angel to a certain hidden and independent area."

"I judge that the angel of the Church of the Night either possesses some powerful sealing artifact, or his ability to digest magic potions far exceeds that of the angel of the Church of the God of War. This is why he was able to so easily suppress his opponent, withstand all of his attacks, and even force his opponent to abandon a physical body through counterattacks."

"In conclusion, I guess this battle should be over soon."

Although Roger said that, he guessed that the so-called earth angel of the Church of the Night might not be Ariana, the abbess of the "Monastery of the Night," or the mysterious Pope His Holiness Saint Dabomach, but more likely the goddess herself projected some of her own power directly through the sealed artifact 0-17 "Hidden Angel."

Klein nodded thoughtfully after listening. He didn't know much about the power of angels yet, so he couldn't analyze it as logically as Roger.

But if Roger is right, the Church of War's probing attack was most likely a failure, so continuing the fight would not benefit them at all.

As expected, after the two great wills were locked in a stalemate for a moment, the oppressive feeling caused by the will in the air suddenly eased.

The orange-red light of dawn quickly faded, and the sky returned to darkness once more.

Although the two angels chose to fight outside the battlefield, the soldiers of Rune and Fusak, who witnessed the cataclysmic scene, were still deeply shocked.

However, in contrast, a fighting spirit inexplicably rose in the hearts of the Rune people, and they launched a final all-out attack on the Fusak people as if they had been regrouped.

Along with the angel of the "God of War," the Fusak people's unwavering determination to fight to the very last second also retreated.

Fussac's army began to crumble, and many soldiers began to retreat towards San Milon. Even the few officers who managed to hold their posts and execute a few deserters could not escape the tragic fate of being riddled with bullets by the many more deserters.

The crowds on the ground began to move again, but this movement was from west to east, a ruthless crushing of one side against the other.

……

At the northern end of the battlefield, near the "Twilight Palace".

The dark sky suddenly brightened, with countless orange rays of light, like the aurora borealis, slanting down from the highest point of the sky, turning the night into dusk once again, and causing the flowers and vegetation all over the mountains and fields to quickly wither and die.

At this very moment, Kreste Cecima, wielding a snow-white bone sword, stood atop a hill overlooking the withered region.

The high-ranking deacon of the "Night Watch" planted the sword in the ground in front of him to support his body, even though his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with countless charred holes and cracks, and even though his teeth had protruded and become as sharp as the fangs of a wild beast.

His arms were trembling violently, and his breathing had become weak.

Even so, he remained steadfast in his duty, using the dark aura emanating from his body as a "Night Watchman" to stand as a pillar against the twilight light.

As if sensing his persistence, countless moonflowers, night-blooming jasmine, and other plants suddenly bloomed in this dark realm, and a touch of bright crimson appeared in the tranquil sky.

Amidst the orange-red light that represented "twilight," a towering figure with incredibly long limbs, a height as large as a mountain, and clad in tattered silver armor with an orange-red glow emanating from beneath its visor slowly emerged.

He dragged an enormous sword in his hand, its blade tearing deep trenches in the dark ground.

The orange-red light solidified in the bottomless ravine, like a fireball solidified in the dark night sky.

Meanwhile, on the mountaintop where Kreste Cecima stood, a huge, dark figure had also appeared at some unknown time.

The figure was somewhat graceful and slender, wearing a dark dress adorned with stars. Two arms grew from her ribs and waist, covered with short, dark hair. Two of her six hands held a giant black scythe, two held a crimson "moon," and the other two were placed in front of her abdomen, appearing calm and serene.

Soon, the massive, tattered armor charged toward the dark figure, who remained calm and elegant, seemingly unafraid of the figure that was causing the earth to tremble.

These are none other than "God of War" Badheer and "Goddess of Night" Amanisis.

As Badhall charged, the moonflowers, night-blooming jasmine, and other plants around him suddenly began to flourish, blooming and bearing seeds within two seconds. Even the trees that had lived for thousands of years grew taller again, as if they had received some kind of mysterious nourishment.

A similarly enormous, voluptuous, and beautiful woman, entwined with deep green vines, herbs, and flowers, and cradling a phantom infant, also appeared.

As soon as He appeared, He followed the figure in tattered armor and floated toward the "Goddess of Night".

Bathed in the light of "twilight," the greatsword of "God of War" Badheel was raised high and slashed down at the figure of "Goddess of Night" Amanisis.

However, at that moment, His movements suddenly stopped.

Time and space seemed to stand still, and the three enormous figures stopped moving and remained silent for a long time.

A moment later, the "God of War" looked down in astonishment at the dark brown wooden staff that had pierced his chest.

At this moment, the wooden staff, like the roots of the World Tree, was desperately absorbing His power and life force. Countless flowers, grasses, and mushrooms emerged from the tattered armor, only to wither away in an instant.

Bathed in the twilight light, the giant turned around in disbelief, staring in astonishment at the voluptuous, beautiful woman behind him, and cried out in anguish:
"Li...Li, Si?"

At this moment, the "Goddess of the Night," dressed in a long gown adorned with stars, chuckled softly. She tossed the crimson moon she held in her arms to the voluptuous goddess figure opposite her, and then plunged a sharp blade into the gap in the "Twilight Giant's" visor.

The next moment, most of the Twilight Giant's body began to collapse.

His scattered fragments fell on the mountains, crushing the peaks; they fell on the earth, causing plants to wither; they fell in the rivers, drying them up; they fell on the fleeing soldiers of Fussac, killing them instantly.

Somewhere outside Backlund, a phantom book, which had been faintly appearing high in the sky and composed of elusive golden springs and gears, quickly vanished, having chosen to remain silent as it observed.

Almost simultaneously, the lightning flashing over the Sunia Sea and the raging winds that whipped up huge waves subsided.

In the distant Wintershire, the angels of the "Witch Cult," the "Red Priests," and even the "Rose School," who were confronting the Church of the Night's Pope Saint Dabomach, the "Hidden Servant" Ariana, and Saint Samuel who served the goddess above the "Church of Tranquility," all seemed to sense something.

They gazed in the direction of Fussac, and after a moment, they simultaneously chose to retreat.

On the outskirts of Backlund, in an inconspicuous little church, a priest dressed in a simple white robe, with eyes as clear as a child's and a light golden beard, suddenly opened his eyes.

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

At that moment, Roger, who was covering Klein's eyes with a solemn expression on the mountaintop, suddenly felt relieved and let go.

"it's over?"

"Yes, just as I expected, it's over."

"It's a pity you didn't witness that scene... but I can tell you about it."

Roger finished speaking and shrugged:

"The war has come to an end here as well."

……

A few days later.

Although the shadow of war has not yet dissipated, the news of the Kingdom of Rune's victory in the war has already triggered a huge rebound in the highly sensitive stock market, and there are signs of economic recovery.

Having just left the Backlund Stock Exchange, Sam Abraham, beaming with joy, put one arm around Klein's shoulder and the other around Roger's neck, cheering excitedly.

"Be more composed. Don't be so disrespectful. It's all about making money."

Cecilia, standing to the side, glanced at Sam with a hint of helplessness and offered a reminder.

"It's alright, today is a good day. You two have endured so much hardship, it's time to enjoy yourselves today."

Roger smiled and glanced at his sister before speaking.

"Meow, how about we pick up Alister and Perseus from get out of class later, and then go get a good meal?"

"Is this what Bandit suggested, squinting as he stood on Roger's shoulder?"

“Good, good, Miss Alice will be here soon too. She has a lot of questions about astrology to ask Brother Church and Bendit.”

Sam immediately nodded in agreement, then winked at Cecilia:
"After we finish eating, I'm going to advance to Sequence 6... Cecilia, I'm much faster than you this time."

Cecilia scoffed at this and turned her head away from Sam, but her eyes also shone with an indescribable joy.

However, at that moment, Roger suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, cousin?"

Cecilia looked at Roger with some confusion, not quite understanding what he was thinking.

"You guys go ahead, I have something to take care of, I'll be right back."

Roger said softly, then strode quickly toward a small alley.

After a long and winding journey, Roger finally saw a woman who looked very young.

The woman had long chestnut hair, was over 1.7 meters tall, and had a very good figure. Her girlish yellow cake dress and old-fashioned black soft hat created a striking contrast.

It was none other than the "mysterious queen" Bernadette Gustave.

"Your Excellency, the Mysterious Queen, how have you been?"

Roger touched his wide-brimmed hat and smiled as he greeted Bernadette in front of him.

"Long time no see, Your Excellency, King of the Galaxy."

Bernadette was very accommodating; she didn't use Roger's still-present title of "Galactic Admiral," but instead directly changed his title and acknowledged him as the new king of the seas.

Roger smiled slightly:
"What brings you here today?"

Bernadette watched Roger quietly for a while, and after confirming that he was not mentally unstable, she smiled:

"You are indeed an interesting person."

"It's nothing much this time, I just suddenly remembered that you owe me a favor. Do you remember?"

Bernadette was referring to the time she helped Roger modify the "Star Lord" and embark on his pirate journey.

"Of course I remember. Have you decided on the reward I need? I'd be happy to oblige."

Roger nodded, agreeing with Bernadette's statement.

"I want to ask you, who exactly are you?"

The "mysterious queen" paused for a moment and asked a question that had puzzled her for a long time.

"The answer to this question is a bit convoluted, but you will gradually figure it out... in the coming days."

Roger raised an eyebrow and gave an ambiguous answer.

"What do you mean by 'the next period of time'?"

Bernadette pressed for an answer.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now."

Roger said sincerely:
"I would like to invite your fleet and my fleet to form a joint fleet to explore a certain sea area."

"A certain sea area?"

Bernadette suddenly realized what was going on, and knowing the answer already, she asked:

Which sea area are you going to? Why do you want to go there?

"Go to the eastern sea area."

Roger laughed:

"Go to the far east, to the seas even east of the Caracas Islands, to the place where the sun rises."

"Because that is where all secrets begin."

(The "Living Astronomical Scroll" is complete; the "Black Prophet" scroll will be available tomorrow.)
(End of this chapter)