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Chapter 391: The Clouds Disperse (Task Completed/Two 9000-Word Updates, Please Follow, Collect, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: The Clouds Disperse (Task Completed/Two 9000-Word Updates, Please Follow, Collect, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Communication rituals are not the same as summoning rituals.

Summoning rituals pinpoint a location, drawing down a divine being for the advent, where in the design of the ritual, both the altar and the person presiding over the ritual become coordinates for the divine being’s descent.

However, communication rituals are just for the officiant to communicate with the divine being, so neither the ritual array nor the altar are designed to serve as fixed coordinates.

Since the God of Knowledge was summoned through a communication ritual by He Ao, although Elijah was unsure how He Ao managed it, the God of Knowledge’s only coordinate for descent was now solely on He Ao himself.

To kill He Ao and cause the God of Knowledge to lose its point of traction for descent was the only way for the Grim Reaper to conserve enough power to continue descending.

If there was not enough power, even if the Grim Reaper eventually defeated the God of Knowledge, there wouldn’t be enough energy left to maintain a form, and this advent would have been tantamount to failure.

The Grim Reaper, not having harvested enough souls, naturally would not give her a reward.

She sensed He Ao’s presence, her expression turning to icy coldness swiftly; this young man had completely ruined all her plans—if not for He Ao, she would have been asking the Grim Reaper for her reward by now.

That was her only chance to advance to A-level.

Lin is dead, the plan disrupted, and the chance to advance nearly gone.

"You must die!!!"

Countless ethereal souls surged out from the crimson Blood Wolves, swarming together, fearlessly rushing towards He Ao.

In that instant, He Ao felt his heartbeat slow down slightly.

His life was rapidly slipping away. This loss was not due to injury or weakness, but rather, he felt his life gradually ’age’.

He looked up at Elijah floating in the air above.

The beautiful woman in a black dress was lifted by numerous blood-red waves, extending her hand toward He Ao, her grey-white pupils reflecting the silent darkness.

She was like the Grim Reaper on the ground, easily stripping away people’s lives.

This was Elijah with all her power unleashed, the true extent of her B-level ability.

Talent Sequence 207: Servant of Death

This was the name of a suspected B-level Transcendent’s Talent Sequence that Christos had sent, based on the Grim Reaper’s data.

Just the name, no descriptions of abilities or characteristics.

Because everyone who had seen the ’Servant of Death’s’ ability was dead.

He Ao leaned against the half-wall, with over two hundred meters of open air behind him, gripping his sword, watching those densely packed undead surge toward him.

If Elijah was the Servant of Death, then the power to control the undead would come from ’Talent Sequence 133: Necromancer’ or ’Talent Sequence 135: Soul Calmer’.

These two Talent Sequences were suspected precursors to the Servant of Death.

But neither of these Talent Sequences had the ability to alter a person’s choices.

The final puzzle had been solved.

He Ao leaned against the wall, sensing Elijah’s pull on him, showing a smile,

"Who told you that I can no longer borrow power from a divine being?"

He clenched the twin swords in his hand and plunged them fiercely into his own body.

A dazzling red glow filled He Ao’s body instantly, turning the surrounding space into a burning red.

Endless whispers once again echoed around He Ao’s ears, and a powerful, distorted force surged through the twin swords in his hands, flooding into his body.

Thud—

Thud—

Thud—

Those were heartbeats, like the sound of ringing bells.

"You’re insane, you madman!"

An endless tide of blood rose again, engulfing He Ao’s body, and the terrifying aging accelerated swiftly, as wisps of white appeared in He Ao’s hair instantly.

"Aren’t you afraid the War God will awaken within you? Either way, you’ll die! You madman!"

For the first time, a look of shock and fear appeared on Elijah’s always cold and arrogant face.

This surprise even surpassed when she witnessed the advent of the God of Knowledge. A believer summoning a divine being is a standard affair, but to merge with an Evil God in search of power is pure madness.

"But," a cold and hoarse voice emerged from the snowy waves, "He can lend me the power to kill you."

A red brilliance burst forth from the waves in an instant.

To summon the War God required no ritual, for the twin swords were the ritual in themselves.

The War God had already created too many monsters through this special form of communication, and He would not let go of another powerful life form that came by the same path.

Moreover, the War God seemed to quite like He Ao. From the first Divine Inspiration dream, His residual consciousness started trying to invade He Ao’s body—this opportunity came for free, and He would not possibly let it slip.

But the channel was two-way; when He Ao entered the dream, he discovered that this connection was bidirectional, with ways in and out.

When the War God’s consciousness began eroding He Ao’s body, it also meant that His own power was becoming accessible to He Ao.

A Divine Being, albeit a dead one.

His residual power was enough for He Ao to "borrow" a B-level Transcendent.

But borrowing power from the War God was something that couldn’t be done from the start; without the God of Knowledge holding Him back, He Ao, who would have borrowed power from the War God, would have been killed by the Grim Reaper first.

And before the Grim Reaper’s advent, there was no need to borrow any power—without the Grim Reaper, a good friend could solve all the problems.

In that instant, Elijah’s chest lit up with strands of purple glow.

The red light rushing straight at her turned mid-air, circumventing her.

At the same time, a crimson tide surged toward her side, chasing the direction where the red light had flickered past.

However, just as the red light was about to be overtaken, it abruptly changed direction, forcefully smashing through the crimson tide and stabbing a sword through Elijah’s chest from behind.

The sharp blade cut her flesh and tore a purple octahedron crystal from her body.

"You used my thoughts..."

Purple-tinged blood, glowing with light, flowed from Elijah’s chest. It was her first injury.

If she had faced He Ao’s attack head-on, she wouldn’t have been stabbed in the back so easily, at most suffering a minor injury.

But He Ao had exploited her reliance on her ability to alter choices. After modifying He Ao’s choice, she momentarily relaxed her mind.

The previous two times she altered choices, she had caused He Ao quite some damage, and He Ao had evaded subconsciously. This time, she habitually judged that He Ao would first dodge her attack before continuing the assault.

But she did not expect He Ao to take the hit head-on and trade injury for injury.

The purple octahedron crystal flew out from her chest. She fiercely reached out to grab it, but a shadow was faster than her.

A palm, flickering with red glow, reached out from behind her and violently grabbed the crystal.

He Ao had been ready to snatch the crystal the moment he stabbed her in the back.

Elijah reached for the crystal and tried to control the tide to attack He Ao, who suddenly drew his sword and turned, evading her attack.

The Thought Stone.

He Ao looked at the octahedral crystal in his hand, understanding the information transmitted from the crystal in his mind.

It was the Transcendent object that Elijah had used to change his choices.

At that moment, his condition was far from bearable. The wounds he originally had were healing at a horrific speed, but his own life force was rapidly depleting. Meanwhile, under his skin, new flesh attempted to push out continually, forming new limbs.

The residual consciousness of the War God kept eroding his soul; he did not have much time left.

Feeling the deadly allure from the Thought Stone in his hand, he didn’t hesitate to throw the octahedron crystal into his mouth and bite down hard, crushing it.

The moment the crystal shattered, a powerful force surged straight into He Ao’s soul, followed by a soul-tearing agony.

Elijah, who had intended to snatch the crystal back, paused at the sight of his actions.

In that instant, He Ao endured the excruciating pain in his soul and charged at her once again.

Because the power of the War God was continuously healing his wounds, he charged without any hesitation or tactics, simply barreling forward.

The oppressive force in the sky grew stronger, and large cracks appeared in the upper half of the Mining Consortium building, as if the struggle between the Grim Reaper and the God of Knowledge was reaching a fever pitch.

Wounds could be healed, but aging seemed unavoidable.

As the battle progressed, He Ao’s hair turned completely white, his life force gradually withering, yet his body became more robust, shedding the old flesh and forming new flesh.

This borrowed power was incomplete. He Ao had not ascended to the ’Bloodthirsty’ level of a B-level Transcendent; it seemed only his warrior’s strength had increased to B-level.

With each fierce attack by He Ao, the number of wounds on Elijah kept growing.

She glanced at the increasingly frenzied, red-eyed He Ao and quickly retreated.

The torrent before her gradually diminished, and the twisted undead rapidly decreased in number.

He Ao drew ever closer to her until, as he was about to pierce her body, a slight smile appeared on her cheeks.

Unbeknownst to them, He Ao and Elijah had once again returned to the core area of the destroyed Ritual Array, where the original crimson canals had been buried by rubble.

Suddenly, the torrent burst forth, collapsing the rubble and surging toward He Ao, covering the sky and blocking the sun.

This was a trap Elijah had set up long ago. She had hidden the majority of her power beneath those stones, feigning weakness step by step to lure He Ao to this area.

Just as the blood-red tide was about to completely engulf He Ao, Elijah’s movements suddenly hesitated.

Mental Disturbance!

And at this moment, He Ao’s sword tip had already reached Elijah’s chest, and he pierced Elijah’s heart without hesitation.

This was the energy convergence point of Elijah as observed through Divine Sense.

Actually, He Ao had used Divine Sense on Elijah from the very beginning, but due to the interference of the Thought Stone, He Ao had been unable to determine the exact location of Elijah’s energy convergence point.

Only after he had analyzed Elijah’s Talent Sequences and realized Elijah’s ability to ’modify choices’ might rely on some Transcendent object hidden inside the body did he confirm his attack strategy.

He first lured Elijah into using the power of the Thought Stone, confirming its position.

After stripping the Thought Stone, he found Elijah’s energy convergence point through Divine Sense.

He still had a bit of Divine Sense left at this moment.

Finding the weakness, he also needed to create an opportunity to get close, just when Elijah set a trap to lure him in, he simply turned the tables on her.

He was not just fighting recklessly; he was not without cunning,

but He Ao had not expected the Mental Disturbance to be so effective, given that the other party was a B-level.

Super Memory seemed to have gotten stronger.

But right now his soul was still riddled with tearing pain, and he didn’t have time to examine the situation with Super Memory.

As her heart was pierced, Elijah awoke from the state of Mental Disturbance, she looked at He Ao and reached out her hand with difficulty.

He Ao violently pulled out the sword, watching her.

Blood glowing with a purple hue flowed down the blade.

Elijah ’looked’ blankly at He Ao, her body stiffened and she fell backwards.

Pieces of shattered gauze fluttered down from the sky, covering her pale eyes.

Just like the black veil she once wore over her eyes.

She slowly reached out her hand and with her last bit of strength, she pulled off the piece of gauze.

He Ao did not look at her, but turned clumsily.

The previously rolling red tide boiled violently, and pairs of illusory hands stretched out from the waves, followed by phantom heads, as they struggled to climb out of the tide.

They lifted their heads, looked around, looked at the spacious sky, and dissolved into specks of light.

These were the souls controlled by Elijah, forming the base of the altar, the fuel for the Sacrifice to the Grim Reaper’s Advent.

He Ao collapsed to the ground, watching the dissipating souls all around.

His flesh and blood continued to wriggle, as if to give birth to new limbs.

With the altar shattered, the Grim Reaper’s attraction and the power supply for the Advent would gradually disappear.

Next, he just awaited his good friend to clear the field.

The power of the War God was about to spiral out of control, and He Ao felt his life force rapidly draining away; his consciousness was already somewhat blurred.

Just then, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped He Ao’s body.

He Ao looked up and saw a gigantic black Mecha, the Hell Apostle.

Now in Rock City, there was only one person who could pilot the Hell Apostle.

The cockpit of the Mecha opened, and a burly figure jumped out, landing on the ruined ground and charging crazily towards He Ao.

"Nell?!"

He looked at his brother in front of him, who was a distorted life form gradually losing human shape.

"Why did you come back? Weren’t you supposed to be outside the city?"

He Ao looked at Yvo in front of him with a mix of laughter and tears, this guy always showed up to cause trouble at the right times.

Yvo looked at He Ao’s now somewhat twisted body, holding He Ao’s cheeks in his hands.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He tugged at He Ao’s body as if trying to pull him away, but he couldn’t budge the mutated body at all.

He turned back and embraced He Ao, his cheeks flushed red.

"Brother," his hand was gently caught by another hand, He Ao smiled at him, "Smile for me."

He stared blankly at his brother’s face, swallowed dryly.

Then he tried hard to lift the corners of his mouth, revealing white teeth.

He reached out a hand, just ’smiling’ like that, trying to embrace his brother once again.

However, this time, he was stopped.

He Ao grabbed his hand, "Bro, listen to me, go. The Old Foreman, the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association, Third Brother, they all still need you."

With a forceful tug, He Ao threw Yvo back into the cockpit of the nearby mecha.

"Eve, take him away,"

Immediately after, he removed the bracelet from his hand and tossed it lightly; the bracelet landed accurately in the control console’s slot.

He laughed softly, "Looks like my skills aren’t too bad."

The authority level of this external slot wasn’t high, only capable of controlling simple cruising flight, but that was enough.

The cockpit hatch slowly closed, and the giant mecha flew off into the distance.

At that very moment, He Ao received a system notification.

[Mission Completed]

[Evaluating mission...]

[Will return to the original world in 90 seconds]

[Return Immediately (90)]

The Grim Reaper missed his timing.

It was just off by a little bit.

If his actions had been just a bit slower just now, his good friend would have had to take both him and Yvo with him.

[Returning to the original world...]

In that instant, a brilliant gray radiance descended from the sky, dispelling the heavy clouds above.

The entire Mining Consortium building was pierced through from top to bottom by this terrifying power, the huge radiance turning everything to dust.

After the radiance disappeared, a massive gray eye appeared atop the Mining Consortium building.

Looking down, the Mining Consortium building now appeared like an abyss built on the surface of the earth.

The eye surveyed its surroundings in a sweep, and the gray light gathered once more in the air, as if It was readying for another strike.

Just then, Its figure flickered, having lost the coordinate traction, It no longer had a channel to project power.

Finally, the gray radiance in front of It gradually faded, and Its figure also dimmed and disappeared.

...

In the distant mecha, Yvo silently watched the intense radiance.

After who knows how long, he wiped his face, carefully retrieved the bracelet from the slot, and then the mecha suddenly turned.

Flying towards the city’s outskirts.

...

"Has the cloud dispersed?"

Wright woke up groggily from his coma and asked the City Defense Army officer beside him in a soft voice.

"It has."

The officer turned to glance out the window.

"What’s the situation at the Mining Consortium?"

Wright followed up with his question.

"Seems like the entire building has been destroyed,"

the officer answered thoughtfully.

Wright stared at the clean white ceiling and fell into a silent stillness.

The officer slowly stood up and walked to the window.

The streets, once filled with chaos and the sound of gunfire, had finally returned to silence; people uncertain how to cope after the Evil God’s Advent wandered about.

The soldiers of the 108th Division of the City Defense Army were maintaining order in an organized manner.

A gentle breeze brushed over the wildflowers in the planter outside the window, swaying in the bright sunlight.

The officer reached out to touch the window ledge; the thin layer of frost that had been there had melted.

Spring had arrived.