Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea.

Chapter 47 Lady Night

Consciousness passed through layers of shadows and returned to the body.

Hermaine opened her eyes, her deep black pupils revealing a frenzied, devouring desire.

With sheer willpower, Helmaenie suppressed this intense urge to unite, and rose to pick up the black and white object from the altar—a piece that embodied both holiness and depravity.

The moment she came into contact with this characteristic, all the contents of the "Hanged Man" pathway suddenly appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness connected to the blasphemous stone tablet!

This includes the ascension ceremony of the "Tri-Headed Church"!

"Church," "fall," "sacrifice"... Helmaenie murmured the keywords from the ascension ceremony, memorizing the auxiliary materials needed to prepare the potions as well.

"It worked?"

Sensing the commotion in the study, Amanisis's figure reappeared inside.

Seeing the extraordinary property in Helmaenie's hand, He smiled slightly and said, "It seems you've succeeded. Do you intend to consume this property directly?"

Hermaine suppressed her urge to swallow, and shoved the special ability she was holding into Amanisis's hand:

"Please keep this for me for now."

Reluctantly shifting her gaze from the characteristics, she sighed:

"Although the act of actively manipulating people's emotions when I was promoted to 'Manipulator' has helped me digest a lot of the potion in my body... it is still not suitable for me to directly consume its properties."

"I still plan to configure the properties into a potion before consuming it."

Amanisis received the extraordinary properties of the "Three-Headed Sanctuary." A small wisp of "darkness" slid down His arm and covered the properties. The extraordinary properties of the "Three-Headed Sanctuary" disappeared from His hand as if erased by an eraser. He smiled faintly and said, "A safe choice."

The aroused desire to devour, along with Amanisis's hidden nature, also vanished from the depths of Helmaenie's heart.

Helmani smiled with a hint of relief: "There's hope for further progress."

Amanisis glanced at her. "Then it's time for me to take the next step."

……

In early spring, tender buds sprout from the branches, and the glittering starlight shines as softly as fine silk, illuminating the bright night.

The news that Lady Night had slain a "demon" caused a huge uproar in the tribe.

Supernatural beings like "demons," possessing divine qualities, will almost always lead to the destruction of a human tribe if they appear there.

Even if they occasionally receive timely protection from the gods they worship, countless humans will still die.

Faced with individuals who have given birth to divinity, humanity has repeatedly despaired, unable even to struggle.

But Lady Night dragged the gruesome and enormous demon's corpse, its body dripping with blood, to the tribe's main gate.

This undoubtedly proves that "Lady Night" has entered the realm of demigods!

"I never imagined the tribe's second demigod would be the 'Night Lady.'" Leodoro glanced at the fresh corpse hanging from the boomerang, then sideways at the young man beside him with a bright smile. "Osekus, weren't you determined to find a way to become a demigod? Have you made any progress?"

Ocycus remained unmoved, gazing at the devil's twisted and grotesque corpse, and continued to smile as he spoke:

"I'm not in a hurry. Even if I find a clue to advance, I will actively seek out my master to explore ways to become a demigod, rather than trying rashly."

"We've both studied the potion system compiled by my master. Don't we see how inefficient and dangerous our previous crude potion-testing methods were?"

Listening to Ocycus repeatedly referring to himself as "my lord," Leodorus wanted to roll his eyes, but he also agreed with Ocycus's statement.

After reading the sequence compiled by Helmani, he fully understood the gap between himself and her, and truly believed in Her guidance of the tribe from the bottom of his heart.

"Then do you think that 'Lady of the Night' becoming a demigod might be related to Helmaenie?" Leodorus asked, his expression becoming somewhat complicated when he mentioned Lady of the Night again. The goodwill he hadn't yet expressed was blocked by this gap in strength.

"Perhaps, who can say for sure?" Ocycus smiled, glancing at Leodorus's complex expression, and said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, I always feel that the way 'Lady of the Night' looks at my Lord is a little different. She is usually cold and aloof when she is alone, but in front of my Lord, she seems to come alive."

Upon hearing this, Leodorus sighed even more heavily.

At this moment, Urolius said from the side, "The power of the 'Lady of the Night' has nothing to do with Sister Helmaene."

Leodorus chuckled and reached out to ruffle Ulrolius's hair: "When did you betray us and side with Lady Night...?"

But Urolius easily dodged it.

Ocytus raised an eyebrow at Urolius, saying with slight surprise, "Urolius, who devoutly worships my lord, utters such blasphemous words?"

Ulorius gazed up at the demon's corpse, ignoring Ocytus's probing.

Leodorus chuckled twice: "Urelius, have you gotten stronger too?"

Ocycus, taking in the bright night light, looked around and said, "Didn't even the Lady of the Night's magnificent feat lure my lord out of that church of bones?"

The Church of Bones is a landscape-like structure that Helmaenie built during this period in the wilderness specifically to hunt fallen people and collect their corpses.

The councilors could not comprehend the actions of the first demigod, but there were so many things about Helmaenie that no one dared to question her.

In any case, this act of cleaning up the corrupt elements around the tribe can serve to protect the tribe.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Looks like she didn't come." Leodorus also surveyed the surroundings. The lights were bright, but he couldn't find Hermaine. He then turned to Urolius and asked, "What is your sister Hermaine doing with that eerie church of bones?"

More and more torches lit up the sky, illuminating Urelius's devout profile. He whispered, "Communicate with the spirits of the fallen, soothe the souls of the fallen, bear the sins of the fallen, understand the sacrifices of the fallen, bury the fate of the fallen..."

Leodorus pondered these words for a moment, but couldn't quite grasp their meaning.

Osekus listened intently, though he didn't understand either, but he vaguely felt that these incomprehensible and strange behaviors were very similar to the sequence advancement rituals mentioned by Helmaene in her notes.

Surely that human demigod isn't about to advance to the next level...

Ocycus, his mind a jumble of thoughts, murmured, "Praise be to my lord."

Just then, Severus, who had left the council chamber, stood on the high platform next to the tall demon corpse, dressed in a black robe.

He loudly sang to the crowd that Lady Night had fought the demon and proclaimed her long-standing act of protecting the tribe. A faint halo enveloped him, making his words even more evocative.

Ocycus looked up at his grandfather, who seemed to devoutly believe in the Lady of the Night, and a series of question marks kept popping into his rather proud mind.

After a long while, he realized—this was…the creation of a second god for humankind.

But when did my grandfather convert to this Lady Ye?

At this moment, the voices of young girls sang in unison.

Ocycus looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the girls were dressed in nun's habit, similar to the black robe worn by Severus.

Those were extraordinary newcomers who had embarked on the path of the "Night Watchers" in the past six months. To Osekus's surprise, this team, which called itself the Night Watchers, had unknowingly accumulated such an astonishing number of people.

This setup was clearly prepared in advance...

Osekus thought with some horror that the Lady of the Night was probably already a demigod.

He had a vague feeling that the times were indeed undergoing a dramatic change.

He slightly suppressed his bright smile and, along with the young girls on night watch and the ever-growing crowd, began to sing those repetitive, catchy poems of the night.

(End of this chapter)