Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 121 The Spear of Longinus, Mysteriously Reappears!

Blood flowed from the giant's body amidst the flames, transforming into sturdy armor that resisted and dissolved the erosion of the flames.

He rushed out, then tore off his own hand and threw it directly at the place where the guns were fired and the reels were thrown.

boom!

Flesh and blood exploded, creating a deafening roar, but—

The next moment, the scene before my eyes shattered with a deafening crash.

Fantasy?

Do not!

His body was still engulfed in flames, and the surrounding area remained a sea of fire, yet bullets continued to hit him one by one.

The Giant Rose Bishop, bleeding profusely, rushed to the side.

Then he saw a figure emerge carrying a peculiar sword, a gentle smile on his face.

It was Cecima, the "Goddess Sword" among the Night Watchers.

This operation...

Have the Mechanical Heart and the Night Watchers teamed up?

The giant Rose Bishop's face was contorted with rage, as if he were considering how to escape.

"That moment was a mirror image, but it's not now. Also, my enemies are often not very lucky."

As he was speaking, a distorted shadow suddenly changed in the surrounding firelight, as if it had stepped on something and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

doom!

Then, bullets were fired one after another at the shadow. These silver-white bullets were engraved with the emblem of the night and looked very extraordinary.

however.

At this moment, the giant's face was indifferent, and a slight smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he opened his arms as if embracing something, and then—

His blood splattered, turning into a thick blood mist that spread in all directions.

The surroundings were completely obscured.

At the same time, a faint, ethereal voice rang out above him.

"I came, I saw, I recorded!"

A hooded man suddenly appeared in the sky. He floated, maintaining a flying posture, and a phantom book appeared in his hand.

Mr. Z, who should have been in Port Enmat, maintained his flying posture, conjuring up an illusory book in his hand.

The pages of the book turned with a "swish".

Immediately afterwards, spirituality descended, spreading outwards from the Giant Rose Bishop as the center.

In an instant, all the fireballs, ice spikes, and bullets fired from the mechanical heart's reel all deflected, with some even bombarding Cecima.

Cecima quickly retreated, and spiritual creatures materialized in front of her to help defend herself.

This is the power of a chaotic mentor!

One of the pages recorded by the "recorder" that Mr. Z just released.

Once in a safe position, Cecima, the "Sword of the Goddess," looked up with a solemn expression and uttered a code name.

"Mr. Z!"

An unexpected visitor.

He never expected that Mr. Z, who was active in Enmat, would come to Backlund.

A gentle smile appeared on Mr. Z's handsome face. His figure floated in the air, the pages of the book closed, and he slowly landed on a tall building.

at the same time--

boom!

An astonishing explosion occurred underground!

The entire sewer emitted an astonishing, terrifying light, and Cecima's face showed deep astonishment, shock, and fear.

These aurora borealis will...

crazy!

They buried flesh and blood in this entire sewer!

These lunatics were prepared long ago.

They planned to ambush them and bury them here!

The hermit who had just been affected by misfortune and fallen has now become a living bomb, blasting Cecima to the ground with a loud bang.

Completely fearless and utterly undaunted!

Flesh and blood instantly engulfed them.

The entire street reeked of a horrific stench of blood and gore, crimson staining the cracked road. When the smoke and dust finally cleared—

Cecima controlled the unseen spirits to cover him and his teammates. They seemed to be unharmed, as if the giant Rose Bishop had just been unlucky and the bomb had missed its mark.

but.

The pages at the top were turned again, and the ancient, ethereal pages were about to be activated when suddenly a beam of light shot out from a tall building.

Carl directed the others to take action.

he knows.

We cannot allow Mr. Z to continue unleashing his abilities, otherwise the shepherd who has been grazing the "Recorder" could cause a lot of trouble.

boom!

The powerful light directly bombarded the high-rise building where Mr. Z was located.

Mr. Z was forced to stop using the "Recorder" ability and used flesh and blood magic and shadow magic to protect himself, thus escaping from the explosion.

He looked up at the opposite side and said gently but loudly, "The Steam Church, your opponent is not me."

What?

Carl paused for a moment, then a soft sound came from behind him.

He instantly sensed something was wrong, activated a pendant on his body, and shouted, "Hiding is prohibited here!"

The next moment, an extraordinary being approaching behind him swelled up and then shattered, and a figure emerged from it.

He has enemies on his side too!

"Mr. A?!"

Two shepherds!

Karl felt a chill run through him, sensing something was wrong.

Their actions today seem to have been exactly what the other side expected.

This is a trap!

"Foolish Lanius, he thought we hadn't noticed his little tricks, but the great Lord had already seen through everything."

Mr. A smiled.

Great Lord?

Did the true Creator bestow divine pronouncements?

Karl took a deep breath, forcing a calm expression, and said, "You won't succeed."

Mr. A smiled, not arguing with Carl, but subtly influencing his surroundings with his abilities, while at the same time...

A bunch of reels are activated.

but.

All of these reels were blocked from entering.

"Prohibit, hehe, not a bad word. I've slightly changed its meaning to prevent surrounding forces from entering."

Mr. A chuckled softly, then his body disappeared into the shadows.

This is the power of a hermit.

"Protect Mr. Carl!"

The others shouted, but—

They soon began coughing violently, as if they were attacked by an illness, and even Carl sensed something was wrong.

Even more terrifying.

At this very moment, a terrifying aura emanated from a room below.

This is the breath of God!

The ritual of the true Creator's descent is underway, the night sky is covered with dark clouds, and a terrifying aura lingers all around.

A flash of understanding crossed Karl's eyes.

If we don't find a way, they will become sacrifices!

"Steam Church"

"The Church of the Night".

"It's a pity. If you were from the Storm Church, the Lord would be even more pleased. As it is now, it's just passable."

Mr. A held his throat shut.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a blockage in his body, as if he were being controlled by something, and involuntarily released Karl.

He's being manipulated!

A figure appeared in his pupils.

This is the power of vengeful spirits.

Then, icicles emerged from around him and pierced Mr. A's body.

Sharon, who had been lying in ambush and waiting, saw that the Mechanical Heart was about to die. Seemingly receiving some kind of instruction, she chose to help Karl.

Mr. A struggled fiercely, and a second later, a figure appeared on his body.

A sun priest.

This is the soul he herds.

Then, a sacred, pure, warm light pierced the silent night sky and shone around Mr. A.

Sharon quickly withdrew and went to Karl, who was not far away.

"Now is the time."

Carl didn't know who she was, but this was a great opportunity.

He picked up the pendant.

"Distortion is prohibited here; violators will be punished!"

The judge's authority came into play once again at this moment—

Mr. A's distortion also affected his surroundings.

As he spoke, Carl clenched his fist and punched Mr. A from a distance.

Bang!

Mr. A's chest had developed a large dent.

The injury wasn't enough to kill a shepherd. He didn't die, but coughed up several spurts of blood, which splashed out in front of him, and then...

Bang!

A loud bang.

The rooftop was blown open.

His figure darted swiftly through the smoke and dust, then rapidly approached Karl, bathed in holy light that made him appear incredibly sacred.

The next moment, his ability transformed into "Recorder," and the illusory pages turned, revealing an ancient page.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Mr. A, who was rapidly approaching, transformed into a small giant three or four meters tall, holding a terrifying greatsword in his hand. He was covered in armor, with only his eyes flashing red.

Sharon's pupils contracted.

Then, the Dark Knight raised his greatsword and unleashed a heavy and swift strike.

at this time--

Without thinking twice, she raised her hand, and a giant bronze door appeared, from which hands reached out to grab Mr. A.

but.

At this moment, Mr. A is unstoppable.

His armor was as black as ink, blending seamlessly with the surrounding shadows, and those hands were controlled by the shadows before they could even touch him.

Then, a dark hand appeared on Karl's body.

Mr. A didn't speak, but silently drew his illusory sword, preparing to kill Karl first. Karl, of course, knew how dangerous it was.

He quickly fled in another direction, without any intention of stopping.

This is a Sequence 5 shepherd!

As long as a sufficient number of souls are recorded as being herded, the shepherd's strength is second to none below that of a demigod.

not to mention.

As a craftsman, he wasn't particularly good at combat and relied more on extraordinary items. However, extraordinary items have negative effects and cannot be used indefinitely.

He needs to rejoin the main force.

but.

He hadn't escaped more than a few steps when a dark hand reached out from behind him and restrained him.

"Ho—"

Carl struggled in agony.

At that moment, a dim light passed by him, and blood splattered everywhere.

Mr. A turned his head and saw Carl clutching his hand and groaning in pain. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and show a hint of surprise.

Did it miss?

How is that possible!

That shouldn't be happening!

He looked at Sharon, who didn't possess such abilities.

This appears to be the power of shadow.

From the hermits.

He noticed the distorted shadows in the darkness and was about to deal with the unexpected guest when a roar full of spiritual power came from afar.

Mr. A raised an eyebrow, quite surprised. Then he glanced ahead, clenched his fist, and the flesh of the men who had been with Karl instantly swelled up.

Flesh bomb!

He had previously used shadows and blood to quietly complete the planting of the flesh bomb.

At this moment, the flesh and blood transformed into torrents that flowed towards the small house in the middle.

Over there, a ceremony is taking place.

Then, Mr. A coughed violently and quickly disappeared into the shadows, no longer bothering them.

Sharon looked into the shadows.

Roy stared at Carl, whose screams had abruptly stopped, his emotions slightly complicated, before letting out a soft sigh.

"Leave this to me."

He lowered his voice.

Sharon nodded slightly, then vanished into the shadows, chasing after Mr. A.

Roy walked over, skillfully picked up Carl's arm, handed it to him, and chuckled softly, "Not bad, at least it can be put back together."

Then, he cast a healing spell.

After being promoted to Professor of Scrolls, all his previous abilities were greatly enhanced, including witchcraft and healing magic.

A healing spell quickly reattached Karl's arm.

"Lucky sir, you can continue to create extraordinary items."

"Who are you?"

Karl looked up, suppressing his grief.

I was able to survive entirely because the other party used shadow-type witchcraft, a kind of witchcraft I had never seen before.

You'll find out later.

Roy smiled faintly, then lowered his silk hat and hurried toward the ceremony.

Reaching the edge of the site, which was almost reduced to ruins, he leaped off and threw a feather into the air.

Floating, gliding.

Using the ordinary feathers of the Blue Falcon, he quickly floated down from above, which was the heart of the ritual.

Lanius should be over there!

Instead of chasing after Mr. A, we should attack where they must defend and force Mr. A and Mr. Z to return.

Carl stood up.

His arm was still in excruciating pain, but after being healed by healing magic, it had basically healed and would not affect its future use.

only--

For some reason, he felt that the other person was somewhat familiar.

……

Below, in a scene of carnage and chaos, Mr. Z's men were wreaking havoc on the area bordering the bridge and dock districts.

Although Cecima, the "Sword of the Goddess," is powerful, she cannot gain any advantage against Mr. Z, who is equally formidable.

The most terrifying thing is.

As their battle raged, the aura in the heartland grew ever stronger—

The ritual was absorbing the surrounding flesh and blood.

The dead will all become sacrifices.

at last.

A figure slowly walked out of the central building, radiating spirituality. From the moment he stepped out...

All the gaslights around were turned off.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a curtain of shadow. Then, he looked around, a slight smile playing on his lips, and began to chant "devoutly."

"The Creator of all things."

"The ruler behind the veil of shadows."

"The fallen nature of all living beings."

"I am willing to sacrifice myself in exchange for your arrival..."

Lanius.

The conman seemed more devout than anyone else at that moment, earnestly reciting prayers, and the image of an upside-down figure on his body became increasingly clear.

It seems that God is about to descend.

however.

At that moment, a torrent of information disappeared into Lanluus's body from behind, and a look of disbelief appeared on Lanluus's face.

Then, he seemed to wake up and was no longer in the hypnotic state he had been in.

Then, Lanius looked down at his own condition—

"No!"

He let out an incredulous roar.

"I'd rather die than have my body taken away!"

Lanius shouted frantically.

Mr. Z raised an eyebrow, his figure becoming ethereal, transforming into a shadow and escaping Cecima's misfortune and attack range.

A phantom book appeared in his hand, accompanied by an ethereal, dreamlike voice.

"I came, I saw, I recorded!"

A page engraved with "Dragon" flew out and landed on Lanius.

This is the capability of the audience approach.

It can forcefully hypnotize a person.

Lanius was affected by this ability just now.

but.

His mental guidance not only failed to continue hypnotizing Lanius, but instead made Lanius even more lucid.

Mr. Z's face was gloomy as he looked up.

That is……

distortion!

Someone distorted his abilities, which ironically made Lanius even more lucid.

An ant!

Roy dared not linger any longer.

Before Mr. Z could even react, he had already put on the "rage mask" and quickly retreated.

"No! I don't want to be replaced! You...you can forget about it!"

Lanius roared madly.

He regained his senses, but became even more insane, for he was attempting to wrest sovereignty from the true God—

Even if that true God only descended to a very small part.

Mr. Z quickly turned around, and the illusory pages in his hand opened again, transforming into a beam of light that entered Lanluus's body.

The high-intensity hypnosis worked again.

Soon, Lanius's expression returned to calm, indifferent, and even malice-filled as he looked back at the rooftop.

The sky grew increasingly dark, completely obscuring the crimson moon.

A portion of the true Creator has indeed descended.

Above, a mysterious woman appeared wearing a peculiar forehead ornament, holding an ancient-style spear in her hand.

The spear, from its tip to its shaft, was stained with patches or specks of dark red blood, exuding a strong aura of destruction.

The Spear of Longinus.

A terrifying magical spell.

It seems capable of harming true gods!

"No!"

Mr. Z's pupils contracted, and "Lanluus" roared at the high-rise building, the layers of shadows forming a curtain that pressed down on the mysterious queen.

The true Creator is furious!

Bernadette maintained an information-based system, working hard to keep it afloat.

The next moment, Sharon appeared. She had caught up with Mr. A and arrived just in time to witness this scene.

The enormous bronze gate reappeared.

Sharon held the crimson moon crown in one hand, and raised the other as if to open the gates of the underworld.

The mysterious gate opened, and the hand of the underworld reached out.

"Lanus" let out a terrifying roar, and its horrifying murmurs spread, causing the mysterious gate to collapse.

Sharon's figure transformed from illusion to reality, her hand bursting open layer by layer, and a strange, magical object fell from the flesh and blood of her palm.

It was dyed pitch black, seemingly contaminated beyond repair.

But Sharon's efforts were worthwhile.

The gun transformed into a dazzling shooting star, hurtling down from above.

The Spear of Longinus!

It was once stained with the blood of a great being, and now, it shrieked as it pierced the air, just as the figure of the "Hanged Man" became increasingly clear—

The spear pierced through Lanius, striking his upside-down figure amidst his flesh and blood.

This true creator doesn't seem to have been sent away yet; He is struggling to squeeze out, hoping to find a new vessel.

Mr. Z appeared beside him.

He transformed into shadow and flesh, seeking to merge with "Lanius".

This is the power of the Rose Bishop.

however.

At that moment, he felt as if time was slowing down.

This is……

Magical wonders?

Mr. Z stiffly looked up and saw a black chess piece fall down and hit the ground with a thud.

The moment it shattered, time returned to normal.

Magical wonders, the game of time!

This is a double slowdown in both consciousness and action.

He sensed something was wrong and quickly reached out to protect "Lanius," but unfortunately, he stumbled...

Cecima's sword flew past above his hand.

laugh!

Struck by another blow, Lanluus's body, already at its limit, completely collapsed, and he roared angrily as he hung upside down.

but.

He was inevitably sealed away and sent back to where He belonged, while the figure above had already passed away.

A terrible catastrophe came to an end.

Mr. Z's body twisted in pain as he roared angrily, uttering all sorts of obscene ramblings, before grasping the Goddess's Sword.

"Go to hell!"

But at this moment.

Behind them, dark clouds gathered and silver lightning flashed.

The intertwined silver snakes transformed into a thick bolt of lightning, striking down from above onto a certain spot.

This lightning is...

Lord of Storms?

A look of surprise flashed across his face, then he looked at Cecima with icy eyes and clenched his fist tightly.

boom!

The surrounding corpses exploded with terrifying sounds, and blood mist once again filled the air, obscuring the entire dock.

then.

A sword flew toward Cecima.

Cecima strained to use her spiritual power, invoking the unseen spirits and drawing upon the Goddess's Sword, causing it to deflect slightly and preventing it from killing him.

"withdraw!"

Mr. Z opened his hand, and the illusory book appeared, and the ethereal voice rang out again.

Immediately afterwards, his figure disappeared.

travel!

The shepherd teleported away, but he didn't take his men with him.

The rest of the Aurora Society members fled to a ship, including the giant Rose Bishop, who had already prepared the vessel.

At a command, the ship quickly left the dock.

But the next moment, Thunder was brewing again, and then—

Gala!

The electric dragon tore through space and landed directly on the ship.

The entire ship was swallowed by lightning.

The Lord of Storms has unleashed his thunderous wrath!