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Chapter 367. The Bells and the Realm of Revelry (Part 367)

Meanwhile, in the wizarding world, a silent temple shrouded in mist lay hidden.

It resembles an ancient tomb forgotten by time, its tranquility exuding a chilling aura.

"Boom——"

"Boom——"

"Boom——"

A deep, resonant bell toll, carrying an endless sense of dread, seemed to emanate from an ancient abyss, shattering the deathly silence surrounding the temple.

The temple, entwined with blood-red spider lilies, appeared even more sinister and terrifying against the backdrop of the tolling bells.

Inside the temple, Edric was intently inserting a new candle into an ancient candlestick.

When he heard the deep, solemn tolling of the death knell, a look of surprise instantly appeared on his previously calm face.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through the tall window of the temple, looking out at the world.

"Gaga—Gaga—"

Outside the window, countless crows seemed to be driven by an invisible force, gathering from all directions. They flapped their wings and made piercing cries, like a black wave surging and soaring into the sky.

The dark shadow that blotted out the sky made the already gloomy sky even more somber.
Except on special holidays, the death knell tolls continuously, a symbol of death's enforcement of its will.

The three tolls of the death knell signify a warning, or rather, a collective warning directed at numerous deities.

If they still do not repent, then the next step is death itself—direct slaughter.

Edric put the candlestick back in its place, adjusted his monocle, and turned to stare at the dense flock of crows flying by outside, lost in thought.

After assuming the position of Deathly Silence Priest, although the big boss didn't tell him what tasks he had to do, the status of his superior made Edric feel inexplicably inferior, as if he was unworthy of his position.

Therefore, under the combined effects of pressure and anxiety, he couldn't sit still any longer and went to look up information about the Throne of Death in books.

There's no need to write books or spread faith above the truth, and records about death are scarce, but through tireless searching, Edric still obtained very important information—

The God of Death needs to systematically slaughter other gods to replenish the "Death Order" in order to maintain his power.

However, the fundamental laws of the world act like an invisible cage, strictly limiting the frequency with which this god can directly intervene.

In the past, those arrogant and domineering extraterrestrial gods always liked to prey on mortals by exploiting the loopholes in the Basic Law, while the dead gods of all ages also liked to exploit the loopholes in the Basic Law to prey on other gods.

Generally speaking, when the fundamental law is slightly touched by other gods, the scythe of the god of death will fall without warning.

They have basically never used the so-called warnings.

However, today the God of Silence deviated from his usual practice of ringing the bell and going through the motions, instead of immediately taking action to boost performance.

This made Edric wonder if his boss was busy with other things and couldn't get away, so he picked up the forgotten warning first.

"Pfft..."

A candle inside the temple flickered, casting a swaying shadow on Edric's face.

He stroked the black crystal on the priest's ring, then, as if remembering something, slowly walked to the table.

The desk was covered with yellowed parchment, and several delicate quill pens sat beside the ink bottle.

Edric picked up a pen and began to write furiously on the parchment, producing lines of warning text that appeared prominently on the paper.

After he finished writing, he used magic to copy the parchment sheets one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the copied documents piled up like a small mountain.

Edric walked to the window, where a flock of crows still circled in the sky, cawing noisily.

He raised his long, slender fingers, muttered incantations, and quickly formed a complex summoning hand seal with his hands.

"Ugh——"

As the summoning seal was formed, countless crows, summoned by some power, flapped their wings and flew towards the window like a black storm.

They landed on the windowsill, tilting their heads, their beady black eyes staring curiously at Edric.

Edric looked at the crows and said solemnly:

"Deliver one of these letters to each of the temples of the pantheon of light."

"quack……"

The crows cawed noisily, as if in response to Edric.

Then, they flapped their wings and flew off into the distance in a grand procession.

Edric stood quietly by the window, watching the flock of black crows gradually disappear into the distance until they vanished on the horizon.

A hint of worry flickered in his eyes as his thoughts drifted into the distance.

A long time has passed since the last time the Grim Reaper enforced his law and slaughtered the gods.

For a long time, the god of death had not made a move, and this time he merely tolled the death knell as a warning, without wielding the scythe that symbolized death.

Such unusual behavior could easily lead other gods to suspect that something was wrong with the Throne of Death.

But if a written document is issued, the meaning is different.

The last time the Death Order failed to enforce the law for so long was when a certain generation of the God of Death was gathering strength, preparing for a collective purge and a large-scale massacre of gods.

Back then, there were no temples, and the will of death was conveyed by bone dragons carrying coffins.

The coffin was empty, except for a scarlet warning letter from Death.

The gods who were given coffins at that time were all later slaughtered by the Death Order, none of them escaping. That horrific massacre was known to later generations as Ragnarok, becoming an eternal nightmare for the gods beyond the realm.

Although he didn't know the boss's current situation, as a priest, Edric had to find a way to help the boss stabilize the situation.

So, regardless of good or bad, whether they had done anything wrong or not, he sent a warning letter to each temple.

As for what happened after the boss returned...

Edric stroked his chin.

After a long period of inaction in enforcing the law, doesn't his ruthless boss really want to settle scores with him?

……

In the other world, although truth has been successfully replaced and gradually faded away, the struggle has not disappeared.

The remaining black threads spread across the land like festering wounds. While struggling to eliminate these hidden dangers, the Fool Society launched a surprise attack on the First Mental Hospital under the cover of the blood moon and the darkness of the sky.

It was destroyed at the beginning of the apocalypse, but after the War Alliance collapsed, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals occupied the former's base and rebuilt the First Mental Hospital.

This mental hospital contained a large amount of supplies. After the Second Mental Hospital was destroyed by the Sword Master with a single sword strike, the First Mental Hospital lost contact with the Third Mental Hospital in the south and was isolated in the north, becoming a huge piece of meat.

Therefore, the Fool Society's intrusion was very successful.

During the Furong Army uprising, the seemingly vanished Fool Emperor Orange was also imprisoned in the dungeon of the First Mental Hospital. When Lin Shen led the Fool Society members to break through the dungeon and invited her to join the Fool Society, Orange agreed.

With the addition of the "actors," the Fool Society's fighting power instantly doubled, and its territory expanded wildly within hours, centered on the First Mental Hospital.

As the blood moon finally sank below the horizon and the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, a new kingdom, bearing the clown hat as its emblem, had already risen—

【Realm of Carnival】

This name, full of irony and madness, has now entered the history of a new era.

When Jiang Jianxin received this message, he was hovering in the clouds, cutting through the remaining black threads.

Xie Yan handed over the task of clearing the black lines to the History Department, and Empress Christine also stayed behind to help.

The organ played all night, and Jiang Jianxin also spent the whole night cleaning.

After the truth left, the remaining remnants were much easier to deal with, but there were too many of them.

Jiang Jianxin felt like he was dealing with cat fur, having to check every crevice to make sure there were no stray hairs left, which was undoubtedly very time-consuming.

But at least I have my own team members to help me, so things are a bit easier.

"Wow..."

A cloud of snow mist rose in the distance; that was Chang Yingxue's ability. She could gather snow mist to dissolve the black lines, and it was remarkably effective at clearing the black threads from the crevices.

Garcia's pipe organ was also washing over the sky layer by layer, and the superpowers of other members were flying between heaven and earth, giving Jiang Jianxin the feeling that the cleaning department was going into battle as a whole.

"Om——"

After clearing away another wave of black lines with his sword energy, Jiang Jianxin took out his phone and saw the good news sent by Xie Yan about the establishment of the Carnival Domain.

She led Lin Shen to attack the First Mental Hospital, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Xie Yan also sent her a map with several red dots marked on it.

The Carnival Realm has no main gate; its entrance is a series of special kindergartens scattered throughout the area. The red dots marked on the map indicate the kindergartens that can be entered.

Jiang Jianxin had never seen anything like this before and found it quite novel.

A few days later, when the mission was finally over, she returned to the Carnival Realm, just as dusk was approaching.

The skyline was rendered in a gradient of gold and red, with soft orange halos framing the edges of the clouds. The wide main road was lined with crowds of people who had come to greet them.

People spontaneously formed neat lines that stretched to the horizon, like a colorful river of people, making the whole street vibrant and lively.

As she appeared, dozens of cannons roared simultaneously, and amidst the deafening sound, dazzling fireworks shot into the sky.

In an instant, the sky was lit up by countless blooming fireworks, with red, gold, blue and purple lights intertwined, as dazzling as fairies scattering flowers.

The explosions of fireworks mingled with the cheers of the crowd, and the fragrance of flowers accompanied the excited shouts of the people, pushing all the senses to their limits at this moment.

Jiang Jianxin stood there in surprise, letting the overwhelming cheers envelop him.

Xie Yan successfully became the head of Carnival Domain in the morning and released the recruitment standards for the new force.

This faction, formed by fools, recruits ordinary people and those with low-level talents. They only need to pass an exam to join the faction.

Other renowned powerful figures who wish to join the Fools' Society can only do so by applying for a guest position.

The news caused a sensation as soon as it was released. People who had taken refuge in the Fools' Society Gold Shop from the dark night were quickly tested. Those who passed were directly admitted to the Carnival Zone. A large number of war refugees were also trying to get here.

Previously, Jiang Jianxin's porridge distribution had garnered a large following for the Foolish Society, and the announcement of these recruitment requirements further boosted the Foolish Society's popularity among the public.

At this moment, the people on both sides of the road were unprecedentedly enthusiastic, and the sky was filled with salutes and fireworks.

Jiang Jianxin was ushered inside by the crowd. Looking at the grand scene before her, she asked her intuition:
[Isn't the truth unlikely to return anytime soon?]

[Not in the short term.]

"I answered intuitively."

However, the duration is uncertain.

After all, we all know that what you are experiencing now is just a small part of a long period of historical change.

There will be one more chapter today, as it's the third update of the day.