NOVPUBCompared to someone who could appear unexpectedly at a crucial moment, their very appearance was accompanied by an air of strangeness.
If one weren’t immersed in the joy of grasping at a lifeline, and took a moment to think deeply, they would notice the intense feeling of dissonance.
Some time ago, there were uncertain rumors from the Northern Continent that Asksan had died.
And his death scene was also related to Loren.
At first, nobody believed this intelligence because shortly after, the Great Priest Loren eradicated a group of the Destruction Branch who had initiated an attack, proving that Loren was most likely in the South Continent.
Or he had returned with a speed beyond common sense, almost as if he had foreknown the future.
In the past half year, more and more mail carriers from the north and south spoke of the turbulence among the bishops of the Protoss Empire, confirming Loren’s active presence in the Northern Continent, while the news of Asksan’s death became increasingly credible.
As a normal person capable of independent thought, Bruden gradually furrowed his brows.
Could it be...
That someone had secretly united a part of the Rebirth Church and was remotely commanding them as sleeper agents, maneuvering the world situation as they wished?
Just the thought of it sent a chill down his spine.
Compared to Loren’s illogical presence here, even the appearance of Asksan was unexpected.
The coup launched by Perlman tonight was a variable for the entire eastern region and even the South Continent, going against the script expected by everyone or certain individuals.
So.
Someone had come to erase it.
This abnormal support seemed more like a "correction" than a rescue!
And with such readiness, was it next that the Cerryti Empire would go to war? Would the stage for the birth of a hero be set?
Bruden dared not think any further.
He just felt afraid.
...
On the other side of Floral City Pariel’s South Bank.
The Demon Race being, holding the Cursed Magic Guide, paused and looked back at the open-air screen.
At this moment, he no longer bore the visage of Isatia, but had reverted to his indistinct male face.
Since crossing the Calamity Servitude to the Northern Continent and then across the sea to the South Continent, he had never seen anything as strange as today.
Every time his plans neared success, they would veer off slightly.
Though it seemed to have no major impact, and he and Perlman held absolute strategic advantage in terms of pure power and conditions for victory, it felt like there was an unpredictable factor that could not be eliminated.
"Rocky McCarthy, huh..."
Beelzebub removed his gray hood, looking towards the distant north in the pouring rain.
From his communication with Perlman, he learned that Loren was Rocky McCarthy in disguise, and now he was uncertain about the extent of Rocky McCarthy’s abilities.
He had already obtained one of the keys to the city defense core of Floral City Pariel.
Initially, he planned to go to the last Duke’s Mansion on the South Bank to get the remaining key, then head to the North Shore’s Demon World to rendezvous with Perlman.
After a thought, Beelzebub changed direction and headed toward the North Shore’s 4th District.
To be safe, it would be best to make sure he could eliminate Rocky McCarthy first.
...
North Shore’s 10th District.
At the horizon, a grayish-red hue was gradually deepening, like a cotton candy soaked in blood, slowly emitting a soft, dark red glow.
The rain flowed wantonly down the glass facades of the buildings, with lightning mirroring serpentine silver lines dancing in the dark.
The thunderclaps resonated among the cluster of buildings.
Rebel Demon Race Lord Perlman and the suddenly appearing gray-clothed man clashed for the second time under this cramped sky.
Perlman waved his hands, and dark, ink-like psychic energy surged out like a tide, rushing straight at the gray-clothed man.
The psychic power was more dense than the torrential rain, as though it aimed to devour the last vestiges of light and pull the entire world into endless darkness.
But the gray-clothed man didn’t flinch.
At the next instant, a verdant glow burst forth from around him, and the barrier of light clashed fiercely with the dark malice in mid-air, resulting in a deafening boom.
The massive shockwave whipped up a gale, and the building beneath their feet began collapsing, with rainwater forming a gigantic vortex around them, akin to the eye of a storm.
"No special effects from the Original Slabs of Wind this time?"
Perlman pushed out with both hands and questioned.
Although faking the Divine Light of the God Era unique to each Original Slab seemed both unimaginable and unheard of, that was indeed the case. This time, when the gray-clothed man used the Immune Field to negate his attack for the second time, there were no special effects related to the Original Slabs of Wind.
Clearly, the opponent was an experienced fraudster, adept at control.
Black, furious psychic power pressured down like a mountainous tidal wave, unstoppable.
"As everyone knows, two different Original Slabs can’t exist at the same time. Once I started using the Sealing Stone Tablet, I wouldn’t use the Wind Stone Tablet anymore," Lanci replied with a leisurely smile, his honesty apparent as the ground’s rocky layers fell away and countless fissures shook and widened into abysses. Black flames climbed up the skyscrapers from the ground, shooting toward Perlman from all directions.
Almost binding Perlman’s soul, intent on burning his psychic energy to ash.
Perlman’s summoned psychic energy transformed into a black energy sphere, wrapping himself within it.
The black flames buzzed piercingly on the psychic barrier, unable to penetrate the defense.
Seizing the moment, Lanci, as if delivering a general knowledge lesson on the Magical Lineage to Perlman, threw a Sealing Magic Card shrouded in sinister mist.
The rain in the sky at that moment became oppressively heavy, almost solidifying, and a sorrowful, blood-curdling cry echoed in the silenced space.
