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The murmuring voice of Arina echoed in Leyton's ears, and he was instantly stunned. His scalp prickled, and an unprecedented fear filled his chest and swept through his mind.
No, it shouldn't be… Primordial Demoness…
He felt his thoughts become difficult, and the pupils of the eyes that had opened on his body contracted strangely, dyed with a hazy color, as if gradually turning to stone.
His thoughts and actions became sluggish simultaneously, and his spirituality also began to slow down, as if he was slowly, inevitably turning to stone.
He tried to stretch out his right hand, intending to use the Emperor's New Clothes to enter a state of non-existence, but it took him a while to make even a small movement.
No… My thoughts are fast… Slowed…
As his thoughts churned with difficulty, he saw the eyes on Arina's body petrify one by one, along with parts of her flesh falling off her, hitting the reef, and sinking into the sea.
Her eyes gradually cleared, revealing an eerie color and an indescribable charm, as if she had become the most beautiful creature in the world, carrying an extremely terrifying oppressive force.
Pri…mor…dial…De…
As soon as the thought flickered, the scene in his eyes completely darkened. His eyes had completely petrified, leaving only faint starlight slowly floating, making a final struggle.
In the sky, an unseen light surged from an unknown place. The entire Rorsted Sea was distorted to a certain extent, and complex, pure knowledge poured into the minds of every creature that saw this light.
On the cliff by the coast outside Bayam, Klein used the strong winds created by a Floating Charm to carry himself above the cliff.
He let out a long breath, preparing to find a safe place to go to the Gray Fog.
His spirituality was suddenly touched, and he instinctively wanted to look up at the sky, while his spirituality simultaneously warned him: Do not look up, there is danger in the sky!
A vast aura permeated downwards from high in the sky, carrying a strong sense of oppression and a terrifying presence, as if it would engulf everything.
What happened? This coercion… it seems to be the Hidden Sage… Has he descended? Not the brief, incomplete descent where he concealed himself, like in Backlund, but his true body has descended upon the Rorsted Archipelago!
Thoughts surged in Klein's mind, and a strong sense of unease churned within him.
Above the sea, the originally thick layers of dark clouds were directly dispersed, and the dense silver lightning all disappeared.
Katarina Pelle's figure emerged in disarray, her thick black hair scorched and distorted, with wisps of black smoke rising from it.
The pure white robe she wore had long been completely incinerated by the lightning, leaving only a charred black shell with a burnt smell, which fell off in fragments as silver electric sparks occasionally flickered across her body, revealing the fair skin beneath.
A faint light flickered in her eyes, and ice instantly condensed in front of her, forming a mirror that reflected figures. The mirror instantly became dim and dark, as if countless things and layers of space were hidden within it.
Her body slipped into it as if it had no physical form, and the layered illusory world within the mirror then converged. The freshly condensed ice shattered instantly, turning into a shower of crystalline snowflakes that scattered with the wind.
"Hmph!"
"Sea King" Jahn Kottman noticed this, but merely snorted coldly.
The swirling strong winds lifted his body. His expression was extremely solemn, his eyes tightly closed, and he murmured the honorific name of the Lord of Storms:
"King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Monarch of Calamity, God of Storms."
Only a true god could contend with a descending evil god.
His chanting did not receive a response from the Lord of Storms, but another great existence descended here.
Beneath the sea, black tentacles, like pythons, shot out one after another. The tip of each tentacle had an eye, either closed or open.
These tentacles extended infinitely, instantly reaching the illusory light high in the sky.
The illusory light, composed of complex and pure knowledge, distorted for a moment, showing a hint of grayish-white, but was quickly assimilated by the surrounding knowledge and rapidly recovered.
However, the entire sky suddenly brightened the next moment, erupting in a strong electromagnetic storm that destroyed all information structures and dispersed the illusory light like a flood.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Silver bolts of lightning struck down precisely and chillingly, accurately hitting each black tentacle, carrying a tangible aura of furious destruction, scorching all these tentacles black and turning them into ash.
Then, strong winds arose, like countless sharp blades, continuously cutting and eroding these tentacles until they were completely gone.
As the last silver bolt struck the sea, this area returned to calm. The azure sky was now cloudless, and the sea breeze carried a warm, burnt scent.
All of Bayam, no, the entire Rorsted Archipelago was exceptionally quiet. Everyone was praying, some to the Lord of Storms, some to the Sea God.
Near Bayam, at a rocky reef, the Lord of Storms' final lightning bolt struck here, hitting Arina, who was possessed by the Primordial One's will.
Her body instantly became scorched and cracked, and her crimson hair, which had flared like venomous snakes, immediately turned black and crumbled, dissipating into a cloud of ash with a gust of sea breeze.
The surrounding reefs were cleared by the silver electric light. Leyton's petrified grayish-white statue was flung by the immense impact, falling into the nearby sea and slowly sinking.
The faint starlight floating in the eyes of the grayish-white statue rapidly dimmed, almost disappearing.
The grayish-white statue gradually sank until it reached the seabed. A broken mirror shard, caught between the reefs, suddenly flashed with a dark light, as if connected to countless things and layers of space, becoming a passage to the Mirror World.
A fair arm stretched out from it, followed by a body. She effortlessly passed through the mirror as if she had no physical form.
Her lustrous black hair was simply tied up, and she had a pair of blue eyes that seemed mature yet innocent, profound yet pure, clear and beautiful. It was none other than the "Saintess of White..." Katarina Pelle, who had returned to this sea area.
She was once again wearing a pure white, sacred robe. She tilted her head to look at the grayish-white statue that had sunk to the seabed. As her eyes subtly shifted, some of her simply tied black hair came loose, connected by invisible transparent threads.
At her thought, these transparent threads rapidly surged, binding the grayish-white statue and pulling it towards her.
She tried to send this grayish-white statue into the Mirror World, but she could not succeed.
Her eyes darkened. She tilted her head and looked towards the sea. The Sea King was still watching this sea area, so she could only return to the Black Death from under the sea first.
Inside the Library in the Spirit World Depths.
Bugs Bunny and two Knowledge Rabbits sat side by side under a bookshelf, each reading a book.
"Little rabbit, you should go find him now."
Mr. Hughes stroked his withered yellow beard with one hand and held a golden book with the other. Its cover was made of gold, and even the pages inside were light gold, inscribed with many strange symbols, but it had no title.
Bugs Bunny looked up in confusion at the gentle old man, then paused before thoughtfully scratching his head and saying, "Boss said he would come pick me up. If he doesn't come, he told you to take me to him."
"I am the librarian of this Library, so I can't just leave. You'll have to go find him yourself."
Mr. Hughes shook his head gently and handed over the golden-covered book he was holding.
"But…"
Bugs Bunny hesitated, then hopped up from the ground. It picked up the staff that looked like a fresh tree branch, then took the golden-covered book and hugged it to its chest.
It looked up at Mr. Hughes, about to speak, but before it could, the surrounding environment turned into a blur of richly colored lines that rapidly receded.
The intense discomfort made it dizzy and nauseous, its stomach churning as if all the fruit it had eaten that morning wanted to come back up.
In just a moment, the surroundings returned to normal. It had returned from the Spirit World Depths to the outskirts of Bayam
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