If it weren't for the short time interval—the fact that not long after the Dark Side of the Universe's Divine Vessel killed these people to perform the ritual, he had arrived—these traces wouldn't have remained to be observed by Euclidean Space.
"The spirituality of ordinary people, even when contaminated by massive negative emotions, can hardly produce any supernatura effects."
[Host, what should we do next?]
"Of course, we need to figure out the location of the Dark Side of the Universe's Divine Vessel, then write a report letter to the Church. I can't be expected to handle such a dangerous fellow all by myself, right?"
Don said matter-of-factly.
The System's entire sphere felt unwell, [Ah, this...]
Host, don't you think your behavior is getting a bit too practiced?
"As a law-abiding good citizen, reporting evil cult sacrifices and demon worshippers to the Church is my duty."
Don lectured his own system, then continued tracking downward along the faint traces left by those spirit bodies, feeling quite pleased with himself.
He had already been pursuing for some time.
As the sun set, the Crimson Moon gradually rose from the east, casting a faint red halo over the earth, making it appear even more serene and distant.
After the spiritual power of the deceased had completely dissipated, Don still hadn't found the Dark Side of the Universe's Divine Vessel, and could only continue tracking using the previous method.
Through Euclidean Space, he could achieve a certain degree of 'travel,' though this kind of 'travel' consumed far more spirituality than a Traveler's travel, but was more concealed and had a much larger observation range.
For this purpose, Don borrowed Euclidean Space, the Traveler marionette, and the astronomical telescope for observing stars. By dividing the surrounding areas, he had the System calculate the most suitable travel route. After reaching his destination, he would enter Euclidean Space again, then use the astronomical telescope for precise positioning.
The three worked together in coordination, conducting a carpet search for the Dark Side of the Universe Divine Vessel's location with minimal spiritual consumption and maximum concealment.
"It's a bit stupid, but with insufficient spirituality and safety concerns, this is the only method available."
Those who work hard will eventually be rewarded. Don consumed two precious Yesterday Reappears charms and finally found the location of the Dark Side of the Universe's Divine Vessel!
It was a valley, with light black mist drifting elegantly from the depths of the valley. The Crimson Moon hung high overhead, but its red moonlight seemed to have no brightness at all. When it touched the black mist, it was inversely eroded, producing even more black mist.
Like the abyss that erodes the entire world reappearing.
Don hid within Euclidean Space, observing the internal situation.
He had put on his Mosaic Glasses beforehand, fearing that encountering something incomprehensible would immediately drive him to lose control and go mad.
Facts proved his concerns were not unfounded.
When he cautiously observed the interior of that valley using only his vision, everywhere his gaze touched was covered in thick mosaics.
Things that couldn't be seen, sounds that couldn't be heard, objects that must never be touched—layer upon layer, they invaded upward from the cracks in the earth, making it impossible to obtain any useful information.
[Host, there's strong interference.]
Faced with this situation, Don risked leaving Euclidean Space. At a location extremely distant from that dense black mist, he first used the Theater With Curtains That Never Draw to pray for the miracle of interference in advance, then had the System throw an identification at it. The result was obvious.
"Massive contamination—this is indeed one of the ways to counter observation."
The combined sequence levels of him and the System couldn't reach the degree where they could ignore what was possibly Abyssal contamination. Being blocked out was inevitable.
And the System's identification, the power it mobilized, couldn't get any feedback from the Dark Side of the Universe's Divine Vessel—a Divine Vessel connected to an Ancient God.
At the same time, Don's spiritual intuition was triggered.
It was his Spirit Body Threads—one of his marionettes had encountered a problem.
"What happened?"
This time Don learned his lesson. Instead of directly manipulating the distant marionette through the Spirit Body Threads, he directly inquired through the connection between himself and the marionette, the 'Bionic Marionette' module and himself.
"Saga Fort City has erupted into chaos. Lubert Augustus has been assassinated, according to intelligence from Hewesley Bernstein, suspected to be the work of a high-sequence Beyonder from the Mother Pathway."
"The military high command believes this was done by Beyonders from the other two countries. They've already begun dispatching troops, wanting to go to war directly."
Lubert Augustus assassinated? And by a Mother Pathway demigod?
Don confirmed his marionette had no problems, then immediately connected through the Spirit Body Threads, using the marionette's eyes as his own eyes to observe the place he had left not long ago.
At this moment, Saga Fort City was ablaze with flames reaching the sky. The sounds of clashing armor and weapons, urgent and dense shouting, and at the highest point of the entire city, flowers that hadn't existed before had grown, being scorched by flames and writhing their forms.
Saga Fort City had just suffered a surprise attack from a demigod, and Lubert Augustus, also a demigod, had died directly.
No, this was completely wrong.
Battles between demigods could never end so simply, especially on Loen territory, with the support of sealed artifacts and other military high command. How could a Mother Pathway demigod, who wasn't skilled in assassination, possibly kill Lubert Augustus?
Don's brows furrowed deeply. He had indeed just seen several demigods, one of whom appeared to be a high-sequence Beyonder from the Arbiter Pathway—that was probably Lubert Augustus, a demigod-level powerhouse stationed at Loen's border.
And the one who assassinated him was a Mother Pathway demigod.
That Feynapotter demigod stationed at the border?
Had she been influenced by the Abyss, silently falling under the control of the Dark Side of the Universe's Divine Vessel?
[Host, someone's coming.]
The System's voice suddenly rang out.
Don immediately manipulated his body, his figure gradually fading as he entered Euclidean Space.
"The worst possible scenario... has still occurred."
Seeing the newcomer, his heart also skipped a beat.
It was a lady. Compared to her previous gentle and steady appearance like the earth, her eyes were now vacant, mumbling something under her breath, barefoot, approaching step by step.
And there was something even more bizarre and terrifying.
"This—"
Don exclaimed in a low voice. At the same moment, through Euclidean Space, beyond that distant black mist, under the illumination of the Crimson Moon, countless illusory transparent entities were flying toward this direction.
Those were—
Don immediately grasped the Yesterday Once More charm in his hand.
Those were spirit bodies! Countless spirit bodies! The spirit bodies of the murdered!
Those numb spirits seemed to be guided by some power, flying toward the valley.
(End of Chapter)