The abyss was a place independent of the real world, its entrance in the misty sea. It was the source of all evil, a land of depravity, the dwelling place of demons, the most filthy, degenerate, chaotic, and polluting place.
The original work didn't delve too deeply into this concept, only knowing that everything that approached it would constantly corrode and fall, and even gods could not escape. As for how far the Demon Monarch Fabouti, the Dark Side of the Universe, could utilize this thing, whether he could bring the abyss back to the real world, this was unknown.
"We still underestimated this ancient god who survived from the Second Epoch."
Even if He suffered some indescribable and terrifying influence, He could still use some means to feed this influence back to the whole world in an even more terrifying way.
A typical 'I'm not having a good time, so no one else should' mentality.
"I wonder if there is any residual power of the corresponding sefirot of the Desire pathways in that abyss."
The River of Eternal Darkness and the Knowledge Wilderness both had power seeping out from the Western Continent. There was no reason why other sefirot wouldn't have any movement.
Tang's eyes deepened. Just as the System was about to say something, the candles in the room all went out with a snap of his fingers.
"Turn off the lights, go to sleep."
Thinking about these messy things late at night, wasn't he afraid of having nightmares?
System: '...Host, you're so split.'
Tang gave the System a pillow, "Shut down and go hibernate."
A manor in the northwest of Fort Saga.
In a simply decorated study, Whistlek Bernstein was looking at the documents on the table.
This was a middle-aged man wearing light armor, looking rigid, with a serious face, yet appearing emotionally reserved and meticulous.
And those who approached him would feel a kind of imposing pressure, which also left him alone in the entire study. Neither servants nor guards dared to stay near this Loen colonel.
Leafing through the intelligence sent from the front line this morning, Whistlek Bernstein raised his head and glanced at the sun outside the French windows.
Today was a perfect day. While other parts of Loen were just turning cool, the Orkney Highlands had already entered the cold season. The warm sunlight made people want to touch this hard-won warmth. For days, due to various things, Colonel Bernstein, who hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, was unusually distracted.
At this moment, someone was standing silently on the windowsill outside the French windows, but Colonel Whistlek Bernstein was completely unaware. After taking another look at the scenery outside the window, he immediately withdrew his gaze and returned to his work.
"Drawing a person's appearance is easy, but drawing their bones is hard; knowing a person's face is easy, but knowing their heart is hard."
After entering Euclid's space, Tang, standing on the windowsill observing the interior, held the Sun Scepter in one hand, injecting spirituality to make the sun symbol begin to fill with depraved, twisted, eerie, and crazy sunbeams.
"I look like a peeping tom clinging to the window like this."
He muttered to the air, then reached out his hand.
"A Sequence Six Judge,果然是鲁恩军方的非凡者, but..." Having said that, Tang began to infuse spirituality, borrowing the Alchemist's divinity belonging to the System and the high Sequence of his own spirit body, he began to 'down-dimension' the extraordinary abilities of the Master of Marionettes.
He single-handedly 'grabbed' the other party's spirit thread.
The Master of Marionettes possessed extraordinary abilities that were the most difficult to restrain below the demigod level, and he was going to turn this Loen colonel into his own marionette.
To this end, Tang temporarily gave up control of the Traveler marionette named Angele on Owen's side, using the autonomy of the 'Bionic Puppet' module to support that marionette so that it wouldn't immediately dis-marionette and die.
Black light burst forth from the Sun Scepter. The male servants, female servants, guards, butler, and cook in this manor were all enveloped by the black sunlight.
At this moment, a large patch of dark clouds drifted over the sky, obscuring a corner of the sun.
The bright sunlight outside the window dimmed as a result.
Whistlek Bernstein suddenly raised his head. He seemed to have discovered something, and his expression became extremely unsightly in an instant.
His body stiffened, as if fitted with puppet strings, and a sense of sluggishness appeared.
His spirit thread had been initially controlled!
"Master of Marionettes?!"
Whistlek Bernstein didn't hesitate at all. The next moment, his figure disappeared from where he stood.
Accompanied by a rolling sound, Whistlek Bernstein, who had appeared in the garden, immediately threw out the paper figurine from his pocket. The paper figurine already had a scorched yellow and black color, as if it would come alive and attack the holder in the next moment.
He used some kind of one-time extraordinary item to escape the area he had just been in at a long distance, wanting to interrupt the Master of Marionettes from controlling his spirit thread.
But Whistlek Bernstein had no time to pay attention to this. He found that his condition hadn't improved at all despite being far away from his office area.
He was sure that his subconscious reaction was correct, but the opponent's tenacity was clearly beyond his expectations.
When did a Master of Marionettes appear in Fort Saga?
His thoughts began to lag. At this moment, he also understood that he was not facing a Master of Marionettes, but more likely an Extraordinary individual in the demigod domain of the Seer pathway, or someone holding some sealed artifact with the ability to manipulate spirit threads.
"A Master of Marionettes cannot control me from such a long distance, but judging from the degree of control over the spirit thread and the extent of my marionettization, the controller is not in the demigod domain, but possesses a certain degree of mobility and holds a magical item composed of the extraordinary characteristics left behind by a Master of Marionettes."
Where is he? Why is he attacking me?
No, I can't think about so many things. I must buy time.
Escape on his own, attract the attention of others to get rescued, or kill the intruder—he had to choose one of the three.
His face hardened, and he quickly made a choice. He suddenly spoke, his voice carrying an unspeakable sense of deterrence.
"Concealment is forbidden here!"
"Escape is forbidden here!"
Two decrees accompanied by strong, compelling power swept around. Whistlek Bernstein frantically scanned his surroundings, but didn't see even a corner of the enemy's clothes, not a trace.
This, how is this possible?!
He could feel the sense of his spirit thread being manipulated becoming more and more solid. The intruder was definitely nearby!
An invisible big hand tightly clenched the other party's spirit thread, but that Extraordinary individual didn't leave a trace, like a ghostly shadow that didn't exist in this world.
Eerie and terrifying, an unspeakable panic made Whistlek Bernstein's face turn pale.
He couldn't perceive the enemy's location and could only plan to rush out of here to seek help from other Extraordinary individuals belonging to the Loen military.
That's right, I'm in Fort Saga.
I've never fought alone!
"Heh." An ambiguous sound rang in Whistlek Bernstein's ears. His pupils contracted violently, only to see a twisted sun symbol appear in front of him, and a three-meter-long scepter smashed down head-on!
(End of this chapter)