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It was an empty throne.

It is located in the very center of the main hall.

There was no sense of majesty, only the ordinariness of an ordinary seat. Of course, the throne that could appear in this place could only be the exclusive seat of a single being.

"Is it the majesty of God that makes it dare not offend him..." Ian looked down at the extraordinary artifact in his hand, which had not been trained by him and therefore did not possess much spirituality.

It was as quiet as the demon head playing dead behind it.

"There's a stone pillar in front of the throne, and is that a Bible on it?" Ian climbed the high steps and saw the letters on the cover of the book placed in front of the throne.

"death Note!?"

have to say.

Ian was somewhat taken aback.

The moment he subconsciously reached out to touch it, a chilling aura spread from his arm to his entire body, and the blackness on the book's surface seemed to writhe and fade away as if alive.

The old, yellowed cover was revealed underneath. The gold-embossed letters of "Death Note" were twisted and deformed, recombining into an even older, more indescribable script—"The Necronomicon".

The letters weren't static; they were slowly wriggling on the cover, like countless tiny tentacles. Yes, the textures weren't written, but rather evolving characters that appeared through movement.

It's like something alive, slowly crawling, twisting, and rearranging on the pages. This is definitely not a simple name replacement, but rather the revelation of a hidden essence.

Even more terrifying was that this change was not limited to the books themselves—Ian felt a blur before his eyes, and the sacred temple shattered like a phantom in his vision.

Instead, a completely different world has emerged.

The entire environment of the hall distorted instantly in Ian's vision.

The holy golden light was replaced by a morbid dark yellow, a viscous black liquid seeped from the marble floor, and the faces of the angel statues on both sides began to melt.

It reveals an indescribable twisted nature within.

"Oh my God! What is God doing?! This place is worse than hell!" A terrified roar came from behind, from the silent demon minotaur.

"Ian God! Run! Most importantly, take me with you!" The bull's voice trembled, its eyes filled with fear. It could sense that the singing angels in the hall had been irreversibly corrupted.

The demon was panicked.

But Ian didn't move.

Because the moment he grasped the Necronomicon, the direction of the throne also changed—the previously empty throne suddenly revealed an extremely quiet figure.

It was a being draped in a tattered yellow robe, with indescribable symbols embroidered on the hem, each line seemingly writhing, trying to escape the constraints of reality.

"What the hell."

Ian realized it.

Perhaps He has always been sitting there.

Ian just hadn't been able to see it before.

The air was somewhat quiet.

"The Yellow King from the Cthulhu Mythos, the Nameless One, the Lord of the Deep Space..." Ian gradually understood everything, and he just stared at the things that suddenly appeared in front of him.

About five seconds later.

"..."

The King in Yellow raised his head.

His face remained hidden in the shadows, with only a pair of unfathomable eyes visible, eyes that did not belong to humans or any known life form.

They are symbols of infinity, reflections of truth.

The King in Yellow sat quietly on that throne that did not belong to the mortal world.

His presence seemed to be the core of the entire space, distorting time and cause and effect. He neither spoke nor moved, but simply gazed at Ian with his unfathomable eyes.

at this time.

Ian did not retreat but advanced.

"I, the King of Angels, beg you to die."

Ian added what he hadn't finished saying after addressing the other person earlier.

He took a sudden step forward.

The holy sword, with a sharp whistling sound, pierced directly through the chest of the King in Yellow.

however.

The display of power was impressive, but the holy sword didn't kill its opponent outright. The flames on the sword extinguished the instant it pierced the robe. Although the sword pierced through the yellow robe, it was as if it had pierced a phantom, offering no real sensation, no resistance, and causing no damage whatsoever. The Yellow King's figure flickered between reality and illusion.

It's as if it exists in another dimension.

"Crench, crunch."

His neck made a sickening "crack" as it slowly turned. Beneath the wide yellow hood, an indescribable face seemed to still be watching Ian.

"..." Ian stubbornly poured divine power into the holy sword, but the holy sword did not accept his divine power. He stabbed it dozens of times, but it still could not ignite the flame it should.

Each stab hit its mark precisely, yet each time felt like piercing thin air. The opponent's figure existed between illusion and reality; physically, it was impossible to actually touch them.

This caused a bug with the Holy Sword.

The King in Yellow remained silent.

He slowly raised his withered hand and gently patted the throne beneath him, as if to tell Ian that sitting here, he could not be harmed by Ian.

"No, this kind of setup..." Ian wanted to curse God out loud. Clearly, the King in Yellow was a genius at exploiting bugs, even more adept at it than Ian, a mere bug-exploiting expert.

Ian drew his sword.

He then stabbed her repeatedly dozens of times in a frenzy.

It was ultimately useless.

Just as Ian was feeling the pinch, thinking he might have to use up all the bullets in his Colt pistol, the King in Yellow didn't lower his raised hand; instead, he pointed directly at Ian's forehead.

The movements were slow, even somewhat languid, as if he were simply brushing aside a fallen leaf.

"Something's wrong!"

Ian reacted extremely quickly, retreating dozens of meters in an instant, but the hand seemed to ignore the barrier of space, still approaching his brow accurately, slowly, and irresistibly.

"damn it……!"

Ian only managed to utter those few words.

The King in Yellow gently touched his forehead with his fingertip.

"Is this going to corrupt me? Am I going to become Cthulhu Ion?" He had already witnessed the other party's methods and understood that the other party's attack method was definitely not a "physical attack" in the ordinary sense.

Ian found that he wasn't as shocked as he had imagined.

even.

He was somewhat bewildered by the silence in the air.

"No, what are you doing?"

There is no sound.

I felt nothing else.

only--

A slightly cold touch.

He looked at the yellow-robed king sitting on the throne of God with some surprise. At this moment, not only was he stunned, but it seemed that the mute king was also unable to react.

An eerie silence fell over the air once again.

The King in Yellow remained silent, as enigmatic as ever.

The void beneath the hood stared at Ian. In the deadly silence of the standoff, Ian suddenly reacted instantly, snapping his jaws open and biting the finger that was pointing at his forehead.

"Crack!"

Shockingly, he actually bit into something substantial. The Yellow King's fingers had a texture like rotten parchment, giving him a feeling of nausea.

[WARNING: Access to incorrect data]

The target cannot be analyzed.

A system notification flashed in Ian's mind.

But he simply couldn't be bothered to pay any attention.

Even if it tastes terrible.

Ian also felt he wanted to save a Colt bullet.

The ever-calm King in Yellow finally reacted—the King in Yellow remained silent, but his frantic tugging at his fingers showed that he was not truly at peace.

"Ha! Can't keep up the act anymore, huh?"

Ian held on tightly, being pulled forward unsteadily.

At extremely close distance.

The hem of the Yellow King's robe fluttered even without wind.

Suddenly, He raised his other hand, its five fingers like knives, and stabbed towards Ian's chest. As the hand moved, it twisted and deformed, eventually transforming into countless writhing yellow tentacles.

Go straight for Ian's heart.

"Ultra Bomb!"

Ian looked at his chest, which was churning with flesh and blood.

he shouted.

next moment.

Not only the divine power within his body, but also the divine power stored in the extra dimension, erupted from Ian's body, a white light even more dazzling than a supernova explosion that engulfed the entire temple.

The shockwave spread in a spherical shape, causing even space itself to crumble in its path. The distorted statues vaporized instantly in the light, and the black stone floor melted and boiled like chocolate.

The most terrifying thing was the temperature at the center of the explosion—an extreme heat that could evaporate a star in a microsecond. At that moment, the appearance of the King in Yellow seemed to be directly swallowed up by it.

For the first time, the ever-present yellow robe was torn. In the distance, the Winchester brothers, who were sitting on the ground slumped over, suddenly heard a deafening explosion.