Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 477 Lilith... I gave you a chance.

Alger and the others instinctively lowered their heads, no longer looking at the sky.

"Ahem." Alger coughed lightly.

After the incident, Alger lost interest in making any further mobilization efforts.

It was clear that the crew members weren't really in the mood to listen.

So he simply clenched his right fist and pounded his left chest, making a "thud" sound.

"May the storm stay with us."

"May the storm be with us," the crew responded in unison.

Waves crashed against the shore as the Blue Avenger moved forward with the tide.

Suddenly, a ship's bow emerged from the water, seawater spreading outwards and creating waves that abruptly halted the "Azure Avenger's" progress.

Ghost ship? No, wait, it seems like we don't have to be suicide squads anymore! This thought suddenly popped into Alger's mind.

He forcefully raised his hand, summoning a strong gust of wind that jammed the "Azure Avenger," stopping it in place, neither moving forward nor backward.

His actions were not questioned by the other crew members, as everyone's attention was focused on the suddenly appearing ghost ship.

The ship emerged from the water and then sped toward the harbor without slowing down, crashing into the shore.

boom!
The ship crashed heavily into the dock, and numerous cracks appeared on its hull.

Immediately afterwards, the ship's cabin shattered, and a monster leaped out.

It looks like a dog.

A dog with loose fur, sagging fat, and a face so fleshy that it completely obscures its features.

what?
Alger squinted, feeling a little dizzy, and a strange chill rose from the bottom of his heart, spreading throughout his body.

An incomplete mythical creature? No, it's an out-of-control extraordinary being.

Having made his judgment, Alger immediately opened his mouth and sang a loud, rugged song.

"Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!"

Behind him, the crew members who had seen the monster from afar were suddenly jolted out of their inexplicable chill and dizziness, covering their ears and bending over.

"They're awake! They're all awake, Captain!"

"Don't speak! Captain, don't speak!"

"They're all on our side, Captain!"

"Captain! Your extraordinary abilities should be reserved for the enemy!"

“Tell my mother I’m not a coward…”

Seeing that everyone had recovered from the affected state, Alger finally shut up and stopped paying attention to the wailing crew behind him.

However, Alger, with his back to them, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, forming a barely noticeable curve.

I've been spending too much time with Mr. Devil...

Alger thought to himself.

But... it's not bad...

Just a few seconds later, the monster had already pounced into the Inuit port.

It moves swiftly and has keen senses. Sometimes it uses its claws to swipe through the air, creating invisible wind blades, and other times it uses whatever it can find to throw out cannonball-like stones or small pebbles like bullets.

The border guards from Fusak that it killed did not fall down immediately, but instead were engulfed in deep red to black flames, burning them into desiccated corpses.

Soon, these mummies will stagger back to their feet and become living corpses.

Passing through the night...

Alger created a gale and turned the ship around: "This is probably a demigod who has lost control. Let's find another battlefield."

Some crew members raised different opinions, seemingly intending to scavenge for what they could from behind the monster.

“Courage doesn’t mean recklessness. If you blindly and arrogantly enter the battlefield, you’ll only become cannon fodder!” Alger immediately reprimanded him sternly. “The demigods from Fussac or Intis will arrive soon. Do you think you can survive on a battlefield with demigods?”

The crew member shrank back and remained silent.

Sure enough, the "Azure Avenger" had only turned around and traveled a short distance when a huge flaming spear fell from the sky and landed in the port, causing a massive explosion.

…………

Meanwhile, in Ruen, the port of Pulis was also experiencing something similar.

This is a ruin, with collapsed houses separating it from the docks outside.

With short, golden-brown hair and dark green eyes, Kreste Cecima knelt on one knee, supporting himself with a pure white bone sword less than a meter long stuck in front of him.

Before him stood a mad giant.

The giant was three meters tall, wielding a massive highland axe. He swung it wildly with his eyes closed. He was draped in simple leather, and behind him, a phantom red lion's head roared in response to his movements.

He would stomp his feet from time to time, and swing his sword from time to time.

Without exception, whatever he did caused a series of explosions and a burst of sunlight.

Cecima, the "Sword of the Goddess," stared intently at the berserk giant before her. His body was riddled with charred holes and cracks that pierced through it. His teeth had become sharp and protruding, making him appear like a beast.

A Sequence 4 Demon Hunter... was forcibly infused with the extraordinary properties of a non-adjacent Sequence 4 Darkless...

No wonder he went mad...

Cecima carefully analyzed the situation.

When they were fighting on the dock, the giant seemed to be thinking clearly and his movements were methodical. But after the two of them accidentally fell into these ruins, the giant immediately went berserk, as if he couldn't see or hear anything, and just attacked his surroundings indiscriminately.

and so……

Cecima suddenly had an idea.

This giant himself has no reason; he is simply being manipulated.

Now, due to the obstructed view, the controller cannot see the actual situation and can only choose to launch indiscriminate attacks on the surroundings.

Not a Master Puppet, Master Puppets can share vision...

So it's some kind of sealed artifact...

Cecima picked up a stone and threw it forcefully at the giant's feet, deliberately making a loud noise.

But the giant seemed to be completely deaf.

really……

Cecima slowly stood up, supporting herself with her pure white bone sword. She glanced at her surroundings, then stared intently at the giant again, baring her teeth.

“The enemies who fight me always seem to have bad luck…” he smiled. “Looks like you’re no exception.”

He jumped up suddenly, and it was as if his feet suddenly generated a suction force, allowing him to stand firmly on the ceiling.

Then, he slowly walked towards the top of the giant's head.

A few seconds later, taking advantage of a gap in the giant's attack, he fell from the ceiling and instinctively plunged the bone sword in his hand into the back of the giant's neck.

The enemy's misfortune often means that one's own side will be incredibly lucky.

Unsurprisingly, he made the right bet.

He was very lucky to have hit the giant's weak point.

The giant immediately collapsed forward like a puppet that had lost its grip, its limbs limp. Cecima also collapsed weakly onto the giant's back.

Creste Cecima, the high deacon, struggled to draw his bone sword, rise, and continue fighting, to fulfill his final duty as a Night's Watchman. But his arm trembled violently, and his breathing grew weak.

"Mother..." he murmured to himself, slumped on the giant's back.

He tried his best to turn his head and look at the sky, where the orange-red light began to press down on the starry sky above.

…………

In the astral realm, a tranquil place exists, overgrown with plants such as moonflowers and night-blooming jasmine. Surrounding the plants, darkness stretches endlessly.

The space here seems somewhat distorted, yet it is undeniably filled with order. Matter exists between illusion and reality, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

Suddenly, beams of orange-red light shone into this land, plunging parts of it back to twilight, causing flowers and grasses to wither and die.

This is twilight in its truest sense, bringing real death. Here, the departed lives will not be merged into dreams.

In the desolate twilight, a colossal figure, as large as a mountain, emerged. Its limbs were abnormally long, and it wore tattered silver armor. Its face was covered by a mask, with only a faint orange-red light visible.

He held an exaggeratedly long sword in his hand, letting the tip hang naturally, touching the dark "ground".

He glanced at Roselle, who sat a short distance away on the Iron Throne, claiming to remain neutral in this divine war. Seeing that Roselle indeed made no move, he confidently strode forward into the darkness before him.

As the terrifying giant moved forward step by step, the longsword on the ground was dragged continuously in the darkness, tearing through the twilight and then solidifying again.

From the depths of darkness, an equally large figure emerged, dragging a long, giant scythe.

She wore a layered yet simple dark gown, adorned with countless sparkles, like stars embedded in the night sky.

Two arms grew from His side and His waist, covered with short, dark hair.

In His six hands, two held the heavy black scythe, two held a crimson "moon", one was empty, and one tightly gripped an ancient ornament that looked like it was made of gold.

The ornament was shaped like a slender bird surrounded by wings made of pale flames. In its bronze eyes, layers of light overlapped, as if forming one illusory door after another.

Although His figure was upright, it gave people a sense of dejection as He struggled to hold on.

He appeared to be quite weak.

Indeed, having to take care of ordinary people on Earth at a time like this is quite a mentally taxing task.

But no matter how weak He appeared, the God of War merely circled around Him, showing no intention of making the first move.

The God of War didn't know much about this "Hidden Mother," but he had certainly heard of her scheming nature.

Especially during this critical period of divine war, this goddess actually dared to spare some energy to protect her followers, and even the followers of her enemies.

The God of War, Badheel, instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

But it is true that He is consuming Himself.

why?
The God of War could not understand.

But He made ample preparations.

such as……

He has allies.

A figure entwined with dark green vines and decorated with various herbs and flowers came into view.

He was also as huge as a mountain, with a plump figure, flowing clothes, and holding an illusory baby.

As soon as the figure descended, it followed the twilight giant, half-floating and half-flying as it approached the humanoid wolf dragging a jet-black giant scythe.

With two true gods joining forces, they were naturally able to suppress this weakened enemy to the greatest extent possible.

The God of War, Bardhar, turned back one last time to look at the "Earth Mother" behind him. He said nothing, asked nothing. He simply gazed at her silently.

Then, He turned His head and stopped looking back. He moved forward faster and faster. Suddenly, He stopped circling and instead gripped His longsword with both hands. He leaped high into the air, ready to deliver a downward slash.

At this moment, the night-blooming jasmine suddenly grew larger and more rapidly, quickly becoming equivalent to trees that had survived for thousands of years in a primeval forest, densely packed and obscuring the "sky".

At the same time, the Goddess of Night raised her scythe.

when!
The Twilight Giant's longsword struck the heavy, black scythe, freezing in mid-air.

At the same time, a dark brown wooden staff pierced the God of War, intending to frantically drain the deity's life force and drag Him back to the earth, back to the embrace of His Mother.

Lilith launched a righteous backstab.

“Lilith…” the God of War uttered the name, his tone tinged with a hint of sorrow.

A jet-black hand grasped the wooden staff, and a deep red, almost black ocean suddenly spread out, covering this divine kingdom that was half twilight and half night.

The Twilight Giants also possess some "hidden" authority. Although they are not as powerful as the Hidden Mother, it is not impossible for them to temporarily deceive one or two true gods by joining forces with another true god who is skilled in concealment.

"I gave you a chance..."

Badhair's voice came from under his helmet.

After saying that, He suddenly increased the force in His hand and pressed down hard, causing Amanisis's knees to bend slightly.

Dusk, from top to bottom, suppresses the night.

Behind Him, a pitch-black figure dripping with slime emerged. His body seemed to be pieced together from countless "desires".

He faced Lilith, grinned, and revealed a sinister smile.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Countless murmurs suddenly echoed in Lilith's ears, murmurs that even the true god would be affected by.

A flame of malice suddenly ignited in His eyes, and He suddenly felt the "blood" in His body boiling. Although, as a mythical creature, He could completely be without blood.

In Lilith's eyes, the scene of her making a deal with Amanisis appeared before her.

In the next instant, Lilith's inner "desire" was ignited, transforming into frantic thoughts and consciousness that filled her entire body, causing the illusory baby in her arms to wail loudly.

Phew.

The dark figure turned the wooden staff around, pointing it at itself, and then without hesitation, pulled it into its own chest.

Phew.

Lilith also had an unhealable wound on her chest.

The malice in the dark figure's eyes materialized, and he stared directly into Lilith's eyes.

The wooden staff was completely stained black.

It was contaminated.

The moment the two true gods locked eyes, two arms over ten meters long appeared in Lilith's mind.

Their surfaces were jet black, covered in a sticky liquid, and had strange bumps. Some resembled skulls, others three-dimensional eyes, and still others had tongues with barbs.

In Lilith's mind, these two arms made a "hug" gesture.

In an instant, Lilith felt "imprisoned"—imprisoned by her own body, her own desires, and her own mind!
He had a feeling that his spirit was falling, was falling, and would fall forever.

…………

At that moment, the sky turned completely dark, as if it had suddenly turned into the dead of night. But there were no stars in the sky, and no sense of peace and tranquility.

Only a filthy, grotesque face appeared in a daze.

An indescribable malice filled the entire sky, giving people a feeling of evil, chaos, but ineffable malice.

People can't describe this feeling, but they can all think of a name for it in their minds. It's like common sense, like stars, the moon, the sun, or a tall tower—you can recognize it as soon as you see it.

abyss.

(End of this chapter)