Chapter 465 Strictly speaking, I am his father
The distant holy city, St. Clement's Cathedral.
In an unknown secret room under this majestic building that symbolizes the center of the empire's faith, Pope Lake Gregory is sitting on a stone chair in silence, with his hands clasped together, performing his daily routine of prayers.
Different from the prayers of ordinary believers, the prayers of Gregory IX were not only a confession to the gods, but also a ritual to communicate with Saint Sith.
Through the connection with the "spiritual vein" below the Holy City, he can sense the faith context of the entire empire, and detect where the faith is increasing, where the faith is weakening, and where the power of chaos is growing—
Of course, this ritual is not always effective, because people's beliefs often fluctuate in pulses as their living standards change.
In addition, people nowadays often talk about "Saint Sith is here". It seems that even Saint Sith himself would be confused by this vast sea of noise.
Gods can be confused, let alone mortals.
It is precisely for this reason that many times Gregory IX just went about his routine, playing the role of the empire's "spiritual watcher", guarding against potential dangers, and at the same time meditating with the help of the power of spiritual veins.
This is one of the benefits of the Pope.
· Heroes often need to go on a thrilling adventure to become legends, but the Pope only had to sit in the crypt of St. Clement's Church and pray to achieve the same effect.
Just when Gregory was distracted in his mind, wondering about the origins of those abstract paintings that were popular recently in the Holy City, an unprecedented amount of filthy breath suddenly broke into his peaceful sea of consciousness.
Gregory IX suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes that always looked kind were filled with mistakes and panic at this moment, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
What a terrifying smell!
That aura comes from the far eastern edge of the empire, which seems to be the Brass Pass area, right at the junction of the Kingdom of Lane and the dwarf world.
"What is that-" He murmured in a low voice, then closed his eyes again, trying to trace the source of the breath with his spiritual mind.
However, it is a pity.
The power of spiritual veins is limited.
He could only feel the ebb and flow of the power of faith, but he couldn't see clearly what kind of blasphemy was hidden behind the turbulent waves, let alone what kind of thing set off this huge wave.
He could only vaguely feel that something terrible had descended on this land, and its threat was even enough to trigger the end of the world.
If that force is allowed to continue to ferment, this catastrophe may even turn the entire land into a wasteland!
We can no longer sit back and wait like this - now is the time for the tribunal to take action!
Reminiscent of the prophecy he had seen before, Gregory IX's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his aging body stood up suddenly.
He stretched out his skinny fingers and pointed at the candlestick on the side out of thin air. The silver bell tied to the candlestick shook.
After a moment, the stone door of the secret room slid open silently, and a figure walked in respectfully.
The visitor is a middle-aged man wearing a dark monk's robe. His face is as rigid as a knife, and there is no emotion in his eyes, only absolute loyalty to the dogma.
He is the supreme judge of the Tribunal, Grand Magistrate Jimenez.
Although the church's tribunal is not the strongest in the empire, when facing hell and chaos, they are far better than ordinary extraordinary beings.
Jimenez knelt on one knee, performed an impeccable etiquette, and respectfully waited for the Pope to speak.
He knew that something big had happened.
"I saw that the sky in the east was pitch black, and the filth from the void was pouring down like a waterfall on the barren land. Do you remember the prophecy I told you before? It may really come true."
Looking back at the chief judge, Pope Gregory's voice was a little hoarse, "Tell me, has the Inquisition received any reports from the Kingdom of Lane recently?"
Jimenez raised his head and answered respectfully.
"Reporting to Your Majesty the Pope, a rebellion broke out in the Kingdom of Llane recently, and bandits called the Green Forest Army swept through most of the Dusk Province. However, according to the bishop of the Kingdom of Llane, it still belongs to the category of mortal disputes, and is far from the level that we should worry about."
"No, absolutely not so." Gregor Gregory IX shook his head, his eyes were solemn as never before, "It is impossible for a mortal rebellion to cause such pure evil. It is undoubtedly a ritual of chaos - and it is very likely that it has been completed."
Looking at Jimenez, whose expression gradually changed, Gregory IX issued the decree in an unquestionable tone.
"Jimenez, I want you to do two things."
"Please follow me." Jimenez said respectfully.
Gregory IX looked at him and continued to command in a majestic voice.
"The first thing is that you go to the Tribunal immediately and initiate the "Archangel's Arrival" ceremony in my name. I need the power of a "power angel" to come to the eastern border of the empire and impose divine sanctions on the evil that is brewing. "
Hearing the word "angels have come", even a man like Jimenez, whose expression does not change much, can't help but tremble slightly on his shoulders.
That is not because of fear.
But excitement!
Since he can remember, he has heard countless legends about angels, but has never seen one with his own eyes.
Because most of the time, the corruption born in the empire does not require angels to take action, and the heroes chasing the legend are enough to deal with them.
I did not expect to be able to witness the arrival of the angel in my lifetime. As a fanatical believer, Jimenez was extremely excited.
Gregory IX looked at him and continued.
"In addition, I need you to summon the most elite "Judges" from the Tribunal and personally go to the Kingdom of Lane to quell the chaos! "
The angels of power belong to the second sequence of the nine classes of angels, and their power should be enough to punish the distant evil.
However, Chaos will not disappear because of the death of the Chosen One, and Gregory IX also knew this in his heart.
The Dusk Province of the Kingdom of Llane is too far away from the core territory of the empire, and secular kings are often selfish and arrogant. Only the Inquisition can completely eradicate the pollution there.
He knew that this might be overkill, but now was not the time to spare feathers.
Jimenez’s eyes were full of piety and his head was respectful.
"As ordered."
In front of St. Clement's Cathedral, a chilling atmosphere enveloped the usually crowded square.
· Groups of paladins wearing silver armor stood solemnly at various intersections, forming a barrier that mortals could not overcome. Facing those who came to pray or make pilgrimages, they politely persuaded the believers to return and directed them to other churches in the city.
Although the believers were puzzled, they could only leave with confusion and awe in the face of the will of God claimed by the paladins.
Just at this time, Baron Harvey Medea passed by.
Him He originally planned to go to the paint dealer to pick up the materials he ordered, but he was attracted by the abnormal sight in front of him.
He straightened his collar, stepped forward, and saluted a paladin who looked like a commander.
ify is something happening here? Why are you sealing the cathedral?」
"The Pope is presiding over the ceremony and needs to avoid the crowds. It is not suitable for praying here today. You can go to another church."
Hence "Ceremony? May I ask what the ceremony is?"
The Paladin hesitated and whispered.
"I don't know the specific situation, I only heard - it seems that there is a corruption of Chaos in the east."
"East? Brass Gate?"
"Then I don't know."
Seeing that this gentleman knight didn't know much, Baron Media did not insist. After thanking him, he left from the paladin.
If it was news that could be made public, he would see it in the newspaper tomorrow at the latest. If it’s information that cannot be made public—
It is obviously useless to ask this guy.
At the corner of the street, Baron Media looked back in the direction of the square, only to see the cross in St. Clement's Cathedral emitting bright light.
The light was pure and majestic, like a small sun, dyeing the surrounding clouds with a layer of sacred gold.
To be honest, he grew up in the Holy City, and this was the first time he saw such a scene.
"It's so--so beautiful."
Harvey murmured to himself, only regretting that his drawing board was not at hand, so he could not describe the sacred and magnificent scene on the canvas.
But fortunately, he can do magic.
Like many reporters who stopped, he took out the video crystal in his arms and took pictures of the amazing scenery.
On the other side, in the magic city that is further away than the Holy City, in the manor of the Melusine family, a well-dressed gentleman with a feminine face is sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, elegantly sipping black tea.
In front of him, he saw a crystal the size of a human head floating on the stone table, the clear mirror reflecting the dim light.
It was a dimly lit secret room.
A man completely hidden in the shadows was respectfully reporting to him the information he had just heard from the Holy City through evil rituals.
“..—The basic situation is this, my lord. The Holy See of St. Clement is currently completely sealing off the cathedral. According to reports from our informants inside the church, Pope Gregory IX has ordered the activation of the highest level of "Angel Advent" 』
Melusine put down the tea cup in her hand when she heard this, a rare flash of surprise flashed through her eyes that always had a lazy smile.
"It's really strange, I remember it must have been 200 years, maybe 100 years - I can't remember exactly. What made them so nervous? Could it be that the Chosen One of Chaos has already arrived at the gate of the Holy City?"
The gentleman standing in the shadow shook his head slightly and said in a very soft voice.
"It should be - it's not just the chosen one. According to the information given to me by my informant, extremely serious chaos corrosion has appeared in the eastern region of the Kingdom of Lane. Its scale and intensity are suspected to be the clone of a certain Chaos Evil God who has personally descended into the mortal world."
Melusine's expression completely changed. This time, he was not only surprised, but his eyes were filled with solemnity.
He couldn't remember the last time an angel came, but the arrival of the chaotic clone seemed to him to have happened a long, long time ago.
Normally, the evil spirits in the void can at best lure some talented mortals to become their chosen ones in the mortal world, spreading the corruption of chaos. As for the situation of the clone's arrival, those are all stories written in epics. Whether it is true or false remains to be said.
The academic community in the Magic City generally believes that there is a wall between the void where Chaos is located and the "Main Material Plane", or that the void itself is a wall.
Spirit can affect matter, and matter in turn can of course affect spirit. Therefore, evil spirits hiding in the void are usually very taboo about spreading out a trace of their spiritual thoughts to penetrate into the "main material plane".
This is like blowing into the lava without any risk, but putting your hand in to pick up something may cause you to be burned by the high temperature.
What makes them so bold?
melusine leaned back in his chair, tapping his slender fingers on the table, and fell into deep thought for a while.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of an interesting guy.
The "son-in-law" who was favored by the Padrich family, Councilor Luo Yan, who previously made a fuss in the Magic City, seems to be in the Kingdom of Lane at the moment?
Thinking of the little girl from the Colin family who suddenly broke through the bottleneck before, Melusine couldn't help but reveal an intriguing smile on her face, and crossed her fingers together.
"Things are really getting more and more interesting."
The man waiting quietly in the secret room said respectfully.
"Do you need me to do anything?"
Melusine thought for a while, and then spoke slowly through the mouth of the statue.
"No need."
"Just keep paying attention to the news in the distance for me."
The dark clouds shrouding the Dusk Province not only attracted the attention of the empire, but also attracted the attention of the servants of the Demon God.
There are far more people paying attention to that land. At this moment, whether it is the elves on the Igede tree, the dwarf king of the mountain kingdom, or the sages on the tower of the great sage, they all cast surprised eyes in the direction of the aura.
Honestly speaking, the moment Luo Yan met Urgos's clone's eyes, he could no longer resist the urge to run away.
However, when he noticed the curiosity burning in Urgos's pupils, he immediately gave up the idea of shifting his strategy and was not in such a hurry to escape.
Curious means not understanding.
Not understanding means there is room for pretense.
When it comes to pretending, he is very good at it.
"Demon, Lord Demon King, please say something quickly!" Being stared at by those two green eyeballs like the sun, Yoyo was so frightened that she even stammered in her voice.
Obviously, although the Demon King can still hold back, the dog raised by the Demon King can hardly hold back its urine.
< br/> Maintaining an expressionless expression, Luo Yan replied in his mind, while quickly thinking about how to answer.
Seeing that the little guy never answered him, Urgos gradually became impatient.
He was not a very patient god.
The rat's body, which is hundreds of meters high, leans forward slightly. Under the terrifying pressure, the entire land seems to be groaning under the weight of the weight.
Rock Sword Saint Gunter, who was more unable to sit still than him, "Die!!!" Rock Sword Saint Gunter let out a roar, pushing the power of the demigod to the extreme; his whole body turned into a stream of light that tore the sky and jumped into the air.
I saw the giant sword in his hand, wrapped in boundless sword energy, piercing straight into the heart of the huge rat!
However, facing this blow that was enough to split the mountain, the giant green eyes of "Eternal Hungry Claw" did not even look at him.
He just stretched out his front paw casually, raised a black fingernail covered with mud, and lightly touched the whistling sword energy.
imply
It was a muffled sound that seemed to come from the void.
A dark green ripple visible to the naked eye swung out from the center where the tip of the claw collided with the blade of the sword, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant!
Under the boundless pressure, both ratmen and humans had their throats grabbed by an invisible hand and almost died of suffocation.
It's not just the throat that's being caught.
And their souls!
They seemed to hear the cries of countless worlds. Compared with the never-ending torture, even the cruelest corners of hell can be called kind.
Karen's brows raised slightly, and she couldn't help but put her hand on her chest, pressing on her heart, almost feeling dizzy.
Irene, who was standing farther away, was not greatly affected, but she was also shocked by the boundless pressure.
Is this the power of gods?
The giant has stepped into the children's paradise. It is obviously a power that does not belong to this world.
As Gaunt tried to challenge the gods, he suffered an unimaginable impact. He flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and was heavily bombarded on the edge of the battlefield several kilometers away!
Dust is rising into the sky!
Looking at the direction in which Gunter disappeared, Brennan couldn't help but swallow, his eyes widened with disbelief.
He has seen Gunter's ability.
The ordinary Chosen God of Chaos couldn't even sustain a single move in that guy's hands, but at this moment, he was invincible and couldn't even sustain a single move.
What kind of terrifying power is this? !
Urgos took back his nails.
Those lazy rat eyes were always looking at the "small but interesting" figure on the battlefield, without moving away even for a second.
"Let me ask you one last time—"
"Who gave you that toy woven with "ether"? "
Looking at the two burning green suns, Luo Yan's expressionless face gradually revealed an intriguing smile.
While the sword master was being beaten, he finally thought of his opening remarks.
"Why does it have to be given to me by someone else?"
Urgos was obviously stunned for a moment.
Obviously, he did not expect to get such an answer.
A slow and dull laugh came from his mouth, like thousands of rats grinding their teeth in his throat.
"Hahaha, that's an interesting answer. If someone else didn't give it to you, how could it be made by you yourself?"
A native who has not even fully explored his own world actually claims that he has understood the power to touch the void.
He has never heard such a funny joke!
Looking at the "Eternal Hungry Claw" clone who was laughing wildly, Luo Yan smiled slightly and flew in the direction of the butterfly of all things.
The Butterfly of All Things has a very special characteristic, that is, its sense of existence is extremely weak. Unless it is directly locked with the gaze, its existence is almost impossible to perceive by relying on mental power.
It was like an ordinary flying insect, shuttling among the swarms of putrid flies, avoiding Urgos' naked gaze, and flew towards the black cloud above his avatar's head.
While the attention is entirely on yourself.
At the same time, Luo Yan spoke slowly with a hint of contempt.
.—What a pitiful guy, he knows nothing but eating."
Urgos stopped his deep laughter, narrowed his rat eyes slightly, and there was a hint of ill-intentioned light in his dark green pupils.
"Your tone reminds me of an annoying guy, and your strength is very similar to that guy."
"Why is it similar?" Luo Yan smiled faintly, "Can't it be "yes"?
Urgos's pupils shrank suddenly, but soon relaxed, and a mocking laugh came out of his throat again.
"The world in Norville that you are teasing is not as boring as yours. Although I have not been there, I have taken a look at it."
"Isn't every world like this at the beginning?"
Luo Yan looked at him with intriguing eyes and threw the riddle that the curator gave him intact to him.
"As long as you exist long enough, you will find that time does not exist at all."
Urges’s smile gradually solidified.
· Time does not exist·
· Of course those who live in the void know it, but how can a native who has not yet escaped from the material prison say this with certainty?
Even though this native may be smarter than other natives, he has figured out a little bit about the nature of extraordinary power and the fur of void.
Combined with the twists and turns of the sacrifice ceremony from the beginning, Urgos realized a possibility almost instantly
The guy in front of him only told half the truth!
That toy made of "ether" might really be made by this guy, but it's not him now, but "" in the future.
In other words, this person is not a "Mad Whisperer" at all, but the past of Novel, the "Fog of Creation"!
This is the hometown of Wei Zhiwu!
When Urgos realized this, not only did he not feel any joy, but there was a trace of fear on his ugly rat face.
Evil spirits that can control the void may be madmen, but they cannot be fools.
He would not be foolish enough to think that as long as he killed young Nowell, he could make Nowell disappear into the void.
Cause and effect cannot be reversed. Since he has seen Nowell in the void, it is destined that he cannot kill that guy in a wide range of cause and effect!
At least, it is impossible to kill him in the past!
As the saying goes, "Supernatural power cannot defeat karma, and karma cannot defeat cause and effect." This is the truth.
Even if the Chosen One carrying the big sword practices his magical powers for another hundred years, and even if he defeats the clone of "Eternal Hungry Claw" with a probability of one in ten thousand, he will still not be able to eradicate the karma left by "Eternal Hungry Claw" in this universe.
However, the "Claws of Eternal Hunger" also have things they are afraid of. One is the karma controlled by other gods, and the other is the cause and effect on top of the karma.
If this is the past of the Misty Mist.
Then no matter how hard he or the other Chaos Gods try, they will eventually be wiped out as experience.
Because the "future" of this universe has already been decided!
For the Chaos Gods who conquer countless universes, nothing could be worse than this.
The giant rat, which was hundreds of meters tall, gradually showed a hint of fear in its cloudy pupils. I'm starting to regret sending my clone here!
After all, it is not a pity to lose a few believers, but if the clone is lost here, the loss will have to be swallowed up in many universes to make up for it.
Although he didn't know what the clone of "Eternal Hungry Claw" was afraid of, Luo Yan estimated that he should have succeeded in shushing him.
To be honest, he was a little surprised.
Luo Yan's original expectation was to make the other party mistakenly think that he was "one of his own" just like when he was in Xuebang, so as to show his favor or reach some kind of deal. However, he never expected that the other party's first reaction was to be afraid.
This result is not bad.
Just when Luo Yan was thinking about how to make the other party retreat, and whether to use the "Butterfly of All Things" that had been ambushing in the sky to show his hand, a holy light suddenly penetrated the dark clouds in the sky, almost blinding him.
What happened? !
The sky was instantly coated with gold, freezing the black clouds all over the sky. The holy breath instantly covered the lingering screams, covering the entire battlefield!
Looking at the suddenly golden sky and the "Birdman" appearing in the sky, Luo Yan was completely unprepared and could not help but froze on the spot for a moment.
That is·
An angel?
He always thought that it was a legend that only existed on the murals of the Holy See, but he never thought that one day he would be able to witness its arrival with his own eyes.
It’s not just the Demon King who is unprepared.
The "Claw of Eternal Hunger", who was frightening himself, was also startled by the light. He took a step back and knelt down, almost losing his balance and falling to the ground.
The thick and long rat tail swung wildly on the battlefield, kicking up a large amount of dust and knocking down a large number of stunned rat people and players.
's eyes became more and more frightened, as if his suspicion had been confirmed.
Sure enough, when he shot one of the chosen ones away, a clone of the god came down soon!
He had no doubt that even if he slapped the birdman to death, an even more unexpected accident would happen soon!
With arms like arms, the sun hanging in the sky hits directly on the forehead!
This world is not worth investing more power. Of course, he can tear the passage wider, but it is meaningless.
Damn Norville did it to him again!
Urgos's clone made a horrifying scream. It seemed to be an ugly curse, but only she could understand it.
Luo Yan didn't know what he was cursing, but he could feel that he was not cursing Saint Sith, nor was it entirely like he was cursing the Mist of Chanting.
But some kind of existence above this.
Perhaps it is fate itself.
Hence Gaunt, who was holding a big sword, stood up from the ground with difficulty. He looked at the golden sky with a look of disbelief on his face.
Saint Sis is above·
It was a giant that shone with golden light. It held a crown in its left hand and a spear in its right hand. It was wearing armor woven with feathers. He had seen it before in his dream. Unlike Gunter, who was looking up at the sky, Kallen knelt on one knee with a pious face and offered a heartfelt prayer to the Son of God.
There is no doubt that it was an angel sent by the Son of God.
So far, only the adult has cast pity on her and the people behind her.
After all, it couldn’t be the pope who didn’t even know the name of this land, or the king who just stood by and watched, inviting this sacred power here, right?
They are not worthy to control this power at all!
Seeing Her Majesty’s actions, countless Salvation Army soldiers followed suit and offered devout prayers.
Including the citizens in Twilight City.
Also includes Campbell people.
At this moment, Luo Yan, who was standing on the edge of the battlefield, suddenly discovered that the power of his faith was slowly growing.
Wait a minute—what does this have to do with me?
Did I create that angel? !
Luo Yan is still self-aware of his own strength. It is estimated that the Holy See should have taken action and used a "strategic weapon" similar to a nuclear strike.
Although I don’t know what the price is, this thing is really awesome. The holy light actually suppressed the breath of chaos for a while.
Countless golden rays of light fell from the giant's body. It stared at the rat on the ground with majestic eyes, and then issued a divine punishment without expression.
The spear in its hand turned into a falling sun, and under the desperate gazes of countless rat men, it hit the head of the "Gluttonous Rat"!
And the "Gluttonous Rat" they respected actually had an expression of resignation on his face, and seemed to have given up struggling -
He cut his losses.
In contrast, his followers were completely desperate.
What is more terrifying than death is the collapse of faith. The great "Gluttonous Rat" gave up on them!
But why?
They can't understand what they did wrong! ?
The sorrow of mortals is nothing more than this. Few people can truly control their destiny in their own hands. They can continue to fight, but the gods behind them no longer want to raise the stakes.
The sacred light penetrated the head of the clone of "Eternal Hungry Claw" without any resistance, leaving a terrifying deep pit on the ground behind him.
叽一!”
The ratmen on the ground screamed and fled. Whether they were slave rats, clan rats, or elite Plaguefang assassins, they all fled like birds and beasts at this time.
The collapsing rat tide was like a flash flood.
Soon they will flee back to the depths of the Wanren Mountains, bringing the despair of the death of the "Gluttonous Rat" back to the nest of the Carrion Clan. How many deaths they exported to the human race in the Twilight Province will soon bear how much backlash and despair...
As for those God-chosen rats from other worlds, they were all evaporated under the burning of the sacred light along with the huge rat body that slowly fell.
They screamed unwillingly, and thick black and green smoke erupted from their bodies. Drawn by their karma, they drifted towards the black cloud frozen by the golden light.
The black cloud formed by countless evil spirits began to rotate again.
But this time, it is not expanding outwards, but converging toward the center, just like withdrawing the troops with gold, withdrawing the curtain that covers the sky and the sun.
As for the "holy spirits" scattered across the battlefield, the soul fire in their pupils gradually dispersed under the illumination of the holy light, and turned into a wisp of soul and returned to the place where they set out to fight.
"Victory!!!"
Governor Elalic standing at the top of the city was the first to roar in victory, followed by earth-shattering cheers from the city walls.
The cheers shook the heaven and the earth.
Even if you are several kilometers away, you can hear it clearly!
At the Salvation Army position, Leden was kneeling on one knee to pray and glanced at Brennan beside him.
The latter seemed to have guessed what he wanted to ask. He coughed awkwardly and looked at the dissipating "Holy Spirits" and forcibly defended themselves.
"The ancestors of Wheatfield Village completed their mission and were brought back to heaven by the angels sent by Saint Sith. This proves that they are not ordinary undead souls, but the Holy Spirit."
He seemed to have also learned the ability to tell lies with his eyes open.
But Raiden didn’t say anything, he just grinned and accepted this statement.
The angel standing above the clouds didn't seem to expect that victory would come so easily. He was frozen there for a moment and lost the target to attack.
Maybe the person who summoned it is not here and cannot add the next order.
Perhaps it is just based on the principle of "Don't chase the enemy when you are poor", and is worried about disturbing Chaos, so it acquiesces to the evil spirit behind the void to escape.
It can't catch up anyway.
Even more unkillable.
However, although the shining golden birdman made no next move, Luo Yan, who was standing on the ground, had his thoughts moved.
Looking at the shrinking black clouds in the sky, he suddenly had a whim and flew over the "Butterfly of All Things" that was ambushing in the sky.
What is behind the void?
He suddenly became a little curious.
This is not because he is seeking death, the main reason is that even if the "Butterfly of All Things" is broken, it will have no effect on him, and he has done similar things before.
When he went to the curator's universe, he himself passed through the "Butterfly of All Things". At most, he could not activate the displacement skill to exchange it.
Luo Yan was ready to disconnect at any time and controlled the "Butterfly of All Things" to fly into the center of the vortex of the black cloud.
The eyes seem to be the "Claws of Eternal Hungry".
Before he closed his eyes completely, he met his eyes and unexpectedly saw panic in the latter's eyes again.
"What are you doing?! I've given up this world to you, take your claws away from me!?"
Hmm·Is there such an agreement between Chaos?
Luo Yan was only surprised for half a second, and then he put the "Butterfly of All Things" on it more firmly, because Urgos's reaction told him that it would work.
Since he is not Nowell, he has never signed this inexplicable agreement.
Strictly speaking, he should be considered his "father".
There was a vague curse in the void, and then the black cloud disappeared into the golden sky with a "bang" amidst people's cheers of victory.
Also disappeared together with the inconspicuous butterfly. It was pulled into the hole leading to the void, together with the twisted and mournful evil spirits.
Standing at the edge of the battlefield, Luo Yan had a shocked expression on his face.
He saw the world behind the void.