Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

To be precise, he broke free from his instincts.

He actually managed to fight against his instincts without even realizing it!

This was the first time Moraine had encountered such a situation.

It wasn't because of his great abilities, but simply because his faith in the true Creator was ingrained in his very being, ingrained in his instincts. After being briefly controlled, he realized that everything he did seemed meaningless to the true Creator.

He's the administrator of the Aurora Society in Tingen! If he dies, what will happen to the missionaries in Tingen? What will happen to the believers in Tingen? What will happen to the faith in Tingen?!

He cannot, and will never, fall here!

"You... heretic!"

His skin tore open, revealing mouths that oozed blood as he growled.

"How dare you! You attempt to control God's apostles!"

The flesh and blood above his neck mingled with the twisted shadow to form a new head, and the shadow beneath his feet wriggled and expanded, stretching for dozens of meters, enveloping Moraine, Klein, and Leonard.

Its scope is much larger than that of Fukuguro Megumi.

Mr. Z had never been so angry.

It wasn't because I was being controlled, nor because I almost died.

It was because someone actually dared to give him orders on behalf of the true Creator!

His mouths opened and closed in unison, reciting in a synchronized voice:

"A mercury serpent that devours itself, a servant of the true creator, eyes that gaze upon destiny, a wandering spirit in the river, a great prophet of the past, present and future."

"I beg you."

"Please turn my blood, my flesh, and my spirit into a spear to pierce the blasphemer."

This is the honorific name of Ouro, belonging to the angel of fate, the tail-swallower, the great Ouro.

Normally, even if a fanatic like Mr. Z were to die, he would be unlikely to disturb Lord Angel of Fate at this time, nor would he display his wretched state before Urelius.

But now before him stood a blasphemer, a usurper who issued commands to the divine messengers on behalf of the true Creator.

Even though sounds have no shape, they somehow make you feel like they are gradually becoming connected, like a snake biting its own tail.

The surrounding environment remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened, but Mr. Z did not expect the angel to respond.

He simply recited the angel's name to express his resolve.

After he finished reading, he suddenly opened his arms and shouted.

"For the Lord!"

boom!

His body suddenly swelled up and exploded.

The massive impact sent Moraine flying backward more than ten meters, and she staggered several steps before managing to regain her balance.

But as soon as he landed, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be deeply mired in the mud.

The shadow beneath his feet had somehow climbed up his ankles and calves, gripping him firmly.

Mr. Z's exploded flesh and blood quickly merged into the shadow and sank in.

Beneath the ground, shadows surged.

Suddenly, a huge, rotting, festering arm shot out from the shadows and reached for Morion.

This is an ability the Shepherd possessed during Sequence 7, allowing him to summon creatures from the Shadow World to influence, restrict, or attack targets. This is a dangerous ability because the summoned creatures are likely to be uncontrollable and quite terrifying, or they may be monsters that feed solely on the summoner.

But Mr. Z no longer cares about that.

He was about to kill the blasphemer in front of him.

Perhaps because he had recited the name of the Archangel of Fate, Urolius, his luck was exceptionally good this time.

At least, the first target of the summoned creatures was Morion.

Chapter 81 Complete Digestion of Sequence Eight

This hand is enormous; even the shortest thumb is over two meters long.

The rotting, festering giant arm reached out to Morion, not very fast, but Morion suddenly felt a force pulling him towards the giant hand.

Clench your palms together, as if to grasp him in your hands.

But they missed their target.

Morion unfurled a pair of wings made of dense insects behind him, flapped them, broke free from the shadow beneath his feet, and flew into the sky.

The giant arm was cracked with fissures, and there were sharp, tooth-like objects above and below the fissures. In the middle of each fissure was a red bead.

These gaps resemble mouths with eyeballs inside.

He raised his palm, aimed it at Morion, opened it, and pointed the largest organ in his palm—a combination of an eye and a mouth—at Morion.

Morion flapped his wings, trying to dodge the eye, when a majestic voice immediately came from the shadow beneath his feet.

"No flying allowed in this area!"

Morion's wings immediately lost their ability to float. Although he was still flapping them, Morion fell to the ground and was caught by the shadow beneath his feet once again.

The hand was aimed at Morion once more, and flames seemed to burn fiercely in those eyes.

Its mouth opened and closed, uttering a demonic word filled with filth:

"die!"

dead!

Morion's vision turned crimson, his body stiffened instantly, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. In an instant, the surface of his insect armor was covered with mottled red rust.

This is what death feels like...

Moraine's eyes widened instantly.

The moment Morion froze, Mr. Z emerged from the shadows behind Morion, his fist covered in fine dragon scales striking Morion in the back.

But at the same instant, Moraine's right hand was covered in white flames as he clutched his chest, while his left hand swung back with a powerful elbow strike.

He was just able to enter the synchronization space and refresh the effects of the death curse.

But he didn't.

He felt so good right now and didn't want to interrupt the feeling at all.

boom!

Mr. Z exploded once again.

He would never let Moraine run into him again.

In Mr. Z's eyes now, Moraine is a complete scoundrel.

Once touched, one will suffer a mental breakdown if one doesn't lose the ability to think, and will be controlled if one loses the ability to think.

However, it's precisely because he doesn't know Morion's skill progression that he's unaware of it. If he did, he might actually be willing to enter the infinitely expanding mental world and pray to the true creator for tens of millions of years.

But unfortunately, he didn't know that.

Morion's attack missed, and he was even hit from behind.

He was blasted off his spot, rolled forward, then reached out and braced himself on the ground, doing a handstand to get back to his upright position.

Beneath the helmet, Moraine's smile appeared slightly sinister.

Think back to how it felt to unleash Black Flash a few times back then.

In his insect armor form, his soul and body were intertwined, so he should be able to experience that feeling even more deeply...

Cursed power ignited on his body.

The enormous arm beside it wasn't idle either.

Lava spewed from its palm, creating a giant lava sword that was "huge" even for it, shaped like a knife.

He swung the lava greatsword, aiming it at Morion who had just regained his footing.

Morion immediately ducked to dodge, and the greatsword slashed horizontally in front of him, splitting open a container not far away.

"Eek!" Klein and Leonard, who were hiding behind the second floor of the container, shrank back.

To avoid the shadows scattered on the ground, the two of them took advantage of Mr. Z's attention being on Morion, struggled to break free, climbed onto a nearby double-decker container, and hid behind the second level.

"Should we run or not?" Leonard asked Klein in a low voice.

"Are you going out to attract trouble?" Klein replied softly. "Isn't that a bad idea?"

“Hmm…” Leonard thought for a moment and nodded. “That makes sense.”

Although Leonard had never heard of the term "attracting hatred," he understood it.

Clearly, he didn't want to go out and "stir up trouble."

“This is… the Tarot Society…” Leonard said to Klein in disbelief, “an organization I’ve never heard of before, that can fight the Aurora Society’s messenger to this extent.”

"He is at least a Sequence 5 powerhouse."

He had heard that the 22 divine messengers of the Aurora Society were far stronger than ordinary Sequence 5 experts, and not much weaker than ordinary high-sequence experts.

"Um... I should?" Klein didn't know how to answer.

Morion had somehow jumped onto the horizontal blade of the lava greatsword, seemingly taking advantage of its swing.

On the blade, Moraine raised his fist and slammed it down forcefully.

boom!

The sword blade shattered, and thick lava exploded in all directions.

Morion was also suspended in mid-air and unable to gain any leverage.

Mr. Z reappeared, and facing the immobile Morion, his muscles bulged as he hurled three spears of white flame.

He seemed to have lost his mind in anger. The first two spears were fine, but the third spear was much higher than Morion's head and would fly right over his head.

In mid-air, Morion assumed a "Water Stream Rock Smash Fist" fighting stance. As the two white flaming spears approached him, he quickly slapped out two palms, deflecting the spears aimed at his chest and head.