Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 390 389 Stealing Your Sun

The first stop after returning from the Astral Plane was not the North and South Continents, but the Dark Kingdom, the divine kingdom of the Goddess of Night, located within the Astral Plane Barrier.

This was Irving's first time in this place. Standing in this kingdom completely shrouded in starlight and deep night, he turned slightly to look at Tang.

"I'm going to deliver something. You wait here for a moment."

Tang didn't explain where this place was, but of course, Owen, with his sufficient knowledge of the occult, could guess it.

"okay."

Tang then turned and walked into the depths of the dark heavenly kingdom, as he had something to discuss with the goddess.

Irving watched Don leave.

He stood still and waited. As the Angel King who had already contained uniqueness, possessed certain Sequence 0 characteristics, and was adjacent to the Death Path of the Dark Path, he could sense the difference here.

Owen shifted his gaze from the endless expanse of night-blooming jasmine and deep-sleeping flowers, looking up at the equally endless, deep sky.

The stars here are different from those seen on Earth. They are countless, faint yet incredibly bright and dazzling.

After death, believers may enter the kingdom of the gods, and their spirituality becomes part of the construction of the divine kingdom.

The desire for believers to come to the kingdom of God is not just empty talk.

The gods have the ability to selectively choose their believers, and the believers become the gods' eternal anchors, slumbering in eternity until the gods fall and the divine kingdom crumbles.

"Mother, are you here too?"

After becoming Sequence 0, the perception of soul, spirituality and death is unparalleled by any other means. Owen can feel that connection of soul and blood. He knows that the soul of the person he was once closest to is here.

Death is not the end of life; the ultimate destination of all is peace.

Her soul was calm and faint, yet it remained as gentle and all-encompassing as ever.

For a moment, Irving was dazed; the softest part of his heart was touched, and his emotions became more restrained and calm.

"Soon, it will all be over..."

What are you standing there for?

Tang, who had been grafted back, looked at Owen, then looked up at the stars in the sky with a puzzled expression. He seemed to realize something, but didn't say anything more. He just said to Owen, "If there's nothing else, let's go."

"Oh."

Irving nodded, indicating he had no objection.

"So, after the long process of dealing with Salinger's counter-strategy, what's next..."

A dazzling gate of light opened from the deep darkness of the heavens. Tang stood before the gate, narrowed his eyes, and a chilling smile appeared on his lips:
"That's very interesting."

Can you resist the urge to take action?

Can you hold back from attacking us, even though Death has appeared and the Goddess of Night has gathered two-thirds of the conditions for Eternal Darkness?
Once you miss this opportunity, you will never find this shop again.

When the goddess comes knocking on your door, you really won't stand a chance.

The gate appeared deep within the spirit realm, and then opened to Backlund in the northern continent.

Tang did not directly graft the gate from the Star Realm to the North and South Continents, but instead used the Spirit Realm for teleportation.

This passage is a directional teleportation route through the spirit realm. Although the authority of the Mysterious Servant is at work, if a Sequence 0 True God in the Astral Plane were to attempt to distort this grafting and cause their deaths here…

Deep in the darkness of heaven.

Tang Liu, sitting in a garden full of night-blooming jasmine and deep-sleeping flowers, leisurely takes out a drink from the historical gap images here.

Do you think He will take action?

A woman dressed in an elaborate long dress, her face veiled by a light gauze, seemingly a symbol of peace and tranquility, held an ethereal book. Upon hearing this, her eyelids twitched slightly, she turned to look at Tang, and nodded gently, her voice soft and classically elegant:

"He will take action."

“But this isn’t the best opportunity, Don.”

“Yes,” Tang smiled, “but for Him, this is now the best opportunity.”

“Destiny has already invaded the Fusak Empire, and the puppet threads of fate will hang all those who disobey it on the long river of destiny.”

"It doesn't matter who it is, it's the same."

— After the gate connecting to the spirit world opened, Owen stepped into it.

Tang Gang was about to step forward and enter together when the illusory door suddenly turned a dim yellow color.

The door collapsed suddenly in front of him, and the distorted light and shadow, along with the night-blooming jasmine and deep-sleeping flowers around him, withered away.

This is the power of twilight.

Something forcibly severed and distorted the grafting power established by the mysterious servant.

Upon entering the spirit world, Owen quickly saw the reflection of the astral plane, a throne, and a giant on the throne.

The giant, holding a long sword, simply stood there, giving off a sense of desolation.

The symbol of power and glory, the great knight god, the master of war, the protector of guns and cannons, the twilight of all things, the god of war, Badhre.

"Strike first, eliminate the newly promoted Grim Reaper, or seize the uniqueness to balance the advantages and disadvantages."

The power required to suppress the grafting of the mysterious servants in the Dark Heaven is equally formidable.

This action must be quick and swift, leaving absolutely no time for the Goddess of Night, or any of the other true gods or angel kings on her side, to react.

Otherwise, the current balance will be broken, and a war of the gods will be imminent.

Tang and Owen's stay in the Astral Plane is bound to be limited. The gods who walk on the earth, with their high value, will allow the God of War to continue pouring uncontrollable chips into an already disadvantageous situation.

The God of War, Badheir, stood up.

He walked toward Owen, and the dim spirituality, as the shackles between the astral and spiritual realms withered, showed signs of merging.

The eternal end, this authority is manifested to some extent in the three paths of the night, death, and the warrior.

Ragnarok is coming.

but……

Irving's lips curled up slightly.

"This is the spirit world."

The spirit world has always been the territory of the Lord of Mysteries.

As dusk approached, Owen was pulled from the spirit world into a world filled with a dim, yellowish light.

Beneath my feet lies a vast, solid ocean, while above, the lingering rays of the setting sun adorn this world, which seems frozen in time, like an old photograph.

Owen looked at the god standing before the throne, holding a longsword, his face hidden beneath a mask.

"The former god of dawn, now the god of war, Badhel."

Something followed Irving into this divine realm.

The connection between the spirit world and the astral realm was not severed due to the closure of the divine kingdom. Some people had already anticipated what might happen and made preparations in advance.

"The final outcome of everything was already determined from the very beginning."

"But as a true god, I think you would not succumb to the tide of fate, would you?"

Owen tilted his head slightly, and a spirit worm, like a pupa, crawled out from the corner of his cracked mouth.

at the same time.

Saint Milon, the capital of the Fussac Empire, at dusk in the Great Palace.

"Mr. Flamel, why are we here?"

The not-so-old boy looked warily at the tall, half-giants around him, then turned to look at Nikolai, who was taking a monocle out of the mists of history and putting it in his right eye socket, adjusting the angle of the monocle.

"Because all of this is an inevitable destiny, we are the observers of destiny, and also the ultimate determinant of all destiny."

Nikolai looked at the enormous palace, which resembled one used by giants.

A genuine smile spread across his face as he saw Larion, the patriarch of the Church of War, emerging from the Great Hall of Twilight. His smile deepened.

"Good evening, everyone."

"Now, I'm going to steal your sun."

(End of this chapter)