Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 393 392 The True Mysterious Puppet
Landing on the now calm, twilight sea, Tang lowered her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the cluster of buildings beneath the seabed.

"It's a phantom image of the Giants' Royal Court."

The God of War, Bardhail, was originally the Dawn God, the eldest son of the Giant King Ormir. He was promoted to the Twilight Giant of Sequence 0 after the Giant King's fall.

It is not surprising that a phantom image of the Eastern Continent's Giant Royal Court appears here.

After all, that is the home of all the giants. The ordinary people in the Fusak Empire who look tall and strong actually inherited some of the giants' bloodline, but relatively little, not enough to become half-giants due to the inheritance of extraordinary traits.

What is slightly intriguing is the remnant of the spiritual will of the Giant King Ormir beneath the sea of ​​Twilight.

"Actually, I've always been curious. The Sequence 0 that the Warrior Path passed through was occupied by Olmir a long time ago. Although you are His eldest son, given the chaos of the Second Age, Olmir shouldn't have let go of the chance to resurrect you."

He stared at the God of War, Badhel, who had fallen into chaos due to the reverse pollution of his anchor point's thinking. Clearly, Badhel could no longer answer his question.

Contaminating the corresponding deity through anchor points is not easy to achieve through other means, but it is quite simple for the Lord of Mysteries.

Whether it's stealing anchor points, grafting anchor points, or causing "errors" in the stability generated by anchor points, these are all areas where the Lord of Mysteries excels.

Therefore, Badheir was well prepared for the match and didn't need many anchors to stabilize himself, so losing was the only outcome.

"However, ordinary mystery servants would not dare to do this. If the puppets were to convert on such a large scale, the mystery servants would have gone mad long ago."

Then, Tang Weiwei tilted her head, as if listening to something.

The Northern Continent, Saint Milon, the capital of the Fusak Empire.

When the angel of the Einhorn family, Ahomatova Einhorn, arrived at the Twilight Palace, he couldn't help but gasp at the sight before him.

Every extraordinary being in the Great Hall of Twilight wore a black silk hat. They talked or wrote, appearing to be enjoying themselves, without the slightest panic that should have been present when their master was in trouble.

What this means is self-evident.

"Mr. Flamel?"

Upon hearing Ahomatowa Einhorn's voice, one of the demigods turned to the side and smiled at him.

"Good morning, Mr. Einhorn, today is a wonderful day."

What a...good day...

Ahomatova disagreed, but he had actually anticipated the sudden appearance of Nicola Flamel here, and that the patriarchs and bishops of the Twilight Temple were under control.

The goddess of the night, Miskatonic, has been almost completely open about her actions against Fussak and the Church of War in recent years. With the help of a true god and several angel kings, and with gods now entering the astral plane and not easily interfering with the trajectory of the real world, the Church of War's defeat is an inevitable result.

The higher-ups of the Fussac Empire had already considered this to some extent.

It just happened too fast...

Larion has run away.

Nikolai smiled and shrugged helplessly. "He is a Sequence 2 angel, not so easily parasitized."

"That's really a pity, don't you think?"

Seeing Nikolai's enigmatic smile, Akhomatova felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his forehead; he could only force a smile.

The Sequence 2 Weather Wizard faces off against the Sequence 1 Time Worm. Although this is his territory and his army is here, he may not be unable to perform at a level no less than that of the Sequence 1.

Within the Miskatonic, there are conquerors; high-sequence Beyonders of the same pathway can always suppress lower-sequence Beyonders of the same pathway—a virtually insurmountable gap. Furthermore, is what stands before him the true form of Nikolai Flamel?
This was a veteran angel king, and he had no chance of winning. He didn't even know where Nicholas Flamel's true form was hiding, what it was doing, or how many of His clones were here.

"The God of War, He..."

After a moment's consideration, Ahomatova cautiously asked, "Will Fussak's beliefs need to be changed next?"

"No need, just keep things as they are. I will keep you informed of what will happen next."

The demigod who had been parasitized straightened his hat, then walked away with a smile on his lips, leaving Akhomatova standing alone in place, silent for a long time.

After a long while, he finally let out a soft breath and looked at the sun that had already lit up in the distance with a complicated expression.

He was considering whether the Einhorn family needed to pledge allegiance to Miskatonic.

Centuries of confrontation have severely weakened Fussac. The War of the Oath and the territorial concessions and reparations during the Twenty Years' War have already depleted most of the wealth Fussac had accumulated during his time in the Tudor-Trensost United Empire. Now, the God of War is about to fall...

A change of faith can sometimes be a long process, and sometimes it can happen in an instant.

"The faith of those in high positions can help stabilize the anchor of the gods, but many of my marionettes are also in high sequences."

Astral realm.

Standing before the dark blue gate, Tang reached out and once again grasped Badhall's spiritual thread.

"I know you have a backup plan to resurrect Larion. Hmm, that makes sense. Against me and the Goddess, you probably don't stand a chance... Ah, Lara, what are you hoping for?"

As the process of becoming a mystic progressed, Tang began to take control of the deity's spirit.

For high-sequence puppet masters, the puppetization process can be directly equated to the process of psychic communication.

"Are you hoping for the help of Mother Earth?" He read the corresponding thoughts directly from his spirit.

Badheer's body grew increasingly stiff, not just in his joints, but also in the despair of being manipulated by others and about to be suspended in mid-air, unable to exert any support.

Upon hearing the title of Mother Earth, Badhall struggled with his last remaining strength, tainted by the corruption of his anchor point, to connect with another deity through the bond of blood.

Omibella, the Mother Earth Goddess!

"Beware, Mother..."

In a daze, Badhere saw a world full of lush greenery.

He saw the mother holding the baby, and saw the mother looking at Him.

but……

Why is the sky in this world red?

The cipher process was very rapid, even faster than Tang had expected.

With the birth of a Sequence 0 level secret puppet, a deep black aura surged outward from the dark blue-black light gate behind Tang.

Deep sleep flowers and night-blooming herbs poured out from the portal, adding a touch of darkness to the twilight world that shouldn't exist here.

The God of War, according to His predetermined destiny, became a puppet.

(End of this chapter)