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

As the third spear swept past Moraine's head, the mouth containing an eye in the center of the massive arm opened and closed once more, uttering another filthy demonic word:

"slow!"

In an instant, everything seemed to freeze. Morion's movements became noticeably slower and less fluid. Even the two spears that had been knocked away in front of him and the spear above his head were frozen in mid-air.

call!

With a flash of light, the spear that had been aimed at Morion's chest and deflected by him suddenly transformed into a ball of fire and expanded.

Unaffected by the "slowness," Mr. Z stepped out of the fireball, not far from Morion, less than a meter away, almost directly beneath the third spear.

He reached out and grabbed the spear with both hands, then swung his arms and thrust it forward with a fierce thrust.

Affected by the "slowness," Moraine was unable to dodge in time and only managed to turn to the side before being stabbed in the shoulder.

Harvest!

boom!

The spear exploded on Morion's shoulder, nearly blowing his head off as well.

But the law prohibiting insectization had finally passed. Morion dispersed into a swarm of insects, then reassembled nearby, using the recombined swarm to cover the original wound.

dead!

It was another feeling of being close to death.

Moraine took a deep breath and suddenly smiled.

"That's really rare..."

Morion ignored the shadow that had once again clung to his feet and looked at Mr. Z.

"It's been a long time since anyone has been able to give me the feeling of death twice in a row."

It has been almost a year across several worlds combined.

It's been almost a year since Morion first transmigrated, and no one has given him this continuous feeling of being on the verge of death.

A desperate battle.

It's a really exciting activity.

“I’m starting to understand those elbow stunners,” Moraine said to Mr. Z with a smile.

But what responded to him was the flash of lightning in Mr. Z's eyes and a sudden, sharp pain in Morion's head.

Mental puncture.

The instant Moraine was affected by the mental piercing, that mouth opened and closed for the third time, uttering yet another filthy demonic word:

"Degeneration!"

Morion almost instinctively assumed a sword-drawing stance, and a halo of light unfolded beneath his feet.

Simple domain.

This is a barrier technique, which theoretically isolates oneself from the outside world.

Unfortunately, while the Simple Domain is indeed a barrier technique, its main function is ultimately to counter barriers. Although it can have some effect on this kind of attack, it is still quite limited.

Morion's body was immediately covered with a slightly viscous black liquid.

Further away, beyond the simpler area, those objects exploded one after another, turning into a diffuse black mist.

A cloud of black mist exploded from Morion's body.

But Morion's smile beneath his helmet became even more sinister.

I saw it...

I think I saw it...

The enormous hand reached out to grasp Morion once more, as if Morion would die instantly if it grabbed him.

But Morion remained motionless, holding his knife in his hand, waiting for the hand to approach, feeling the impending death.

I'm going to die...

But it felt so good.

Deathmatch...

Click.

It seems that one of the glass bottles shattered silently.

A surge of joy instantly filled Morion's body; it was the feeling of the potion being completely digested.

In this life-or-death struggle, his martial arts scholar was completely digested.

"Heh!" He forcefully raised his head and threw a punch just as the giant hand was about to grasp him.

Taking advantage of the refreshing feeling of the potion digesting and the joy that came from the bottom of his heart, he threw a punch.

Black lightning exploded in all directions, blasting a huge hole that took up half the palm of his hand.

"Black Flash!"

Chapter 82 Domain Expansion (Bonus Chapter for the Alliance Leader)

"Enjoyable, enjoyable." Morion grasped his belt and pulled it forward.

Click.

He removed his belt, which transformed back into a mask, and his insect armor instantly vanished as light particles with special effects.

The enormous hand, which had been punched with a hole, fell backward with a loud bang and began to swing wildly.

Tiny insects crawled in and out of its wound, causing the arm to writhe in agony, and its mouths, each with an eyeball inside, emitted mournful howls.

"So, what's the point of bringing out something weaker than yourself?" Morion looked at Mr. Z.

"It seems the angel of fate hasn't granted you much luck." He grinned, holding the mask.

"Is there any possibility..."

"Does your Lord not care about you at all?"

Mr. Z stood there, momentarily stunned, then his expression turned ferocious, and veins bulged on his handsome face.

"You damned bug!"

But Morion didn't care at all.

"Thank you for the compliment. It would be even better if you would call me King Insect."

“I will definitely kill you here,” Mr. Z said in a low voice.

Where's the fun? Where's the interesting stuff?

What do you take faith for?!

"Really?" Morion waved his hand. "Whatever."

His gaze shifted downwards, looking at Mr. Z's left hand, and then at his little finger.

There's a piece missing there.

A piece is missing from what should be the little finger.

Morion suddenly looked enlightened.

"I see, I understand now."

The secret members of the Aurora Society possess a unique way of communicating: they can eat their own fingers to convey their thoughts to other Rose Bishops.

This seems to be a gift from the true Creator.

Of course, those who are stronger than the Rose Bishop can also hear it, including but not limited to the Shepherd, the Black Knight, the Three-Headed Temple, the Elder of Foul Language, and even the True Creator.

"So, this is where Urelius's good fortune came from," Morion said with a smile. "It's ensuring your message reaches the person you need it to, isn't it?"

Moraine waved the mask in her hand.

“I guess he’s not a cryptic person, so you can send a message directly without needing luck. You don’t need the kind of luck where ‘the target happens to be near a Rose Bishop who can hear the message.’”

“Then he must be at least a Sequence Four, and also have the ability to move quickly,” Moraine looked at the horizon not far away. “So, who could it be?”

On the horizon, a figure was quickly outlined.

This is a man dressed in a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, each strand stiff, and deep, unfathomable eyes that seem to hold countless secrets.

"You are not to be addressed by the name of Lord Urolius. To address an angel by his real name is utterly foolish."

“Haha,” Moraine hung the mask on his side, “I not only dare to call Urolius by his name, I also dare to call Grisha by his name.”

This is the true name of the true Creator.

The man's face was hidden in the shadows, his expression unreadable, but he uttered a single word in a low voice.

"Really."

He slowly raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

It was as if he had grasped an invisible veil, and he had seized control of space.

brush!

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly appeared in front of Morion.

Wow!

He forcefully flung the curtain in his hand forward.

The space was compressed and displaced, and the spiritual beings present simultaneously felt a sense of touch, discovering that invisible, distorted "walls" had appeared around them.

Just a moment ago, the small section of the dock area where they were staying was cut off and hidden.

Leonard and Klein, hiding on the second floor of the container, looked bitter.

Why are we involved?

This cut-off space just enveloped the two of them, with the twisted and invisible "walls" pressed against their backs.

It's hard to say whether this was done intentionally by the other party.