Chapter 465 Strictly speaking, I am His father

The distant holy city, St. Clement's Cathedral.

In an unknown secret room beneath this magnificent building that symbolizes the center of faith in the empire, Pope Lake Gregory is sitting on a stone chair with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together, performing his daily prayers.

Unlike the prayers of ordinary believers, Gregory IX's prayers were not only a confession to God, but also a ritual of communicating with Saint Six.

By connecting to the "spiritual veins" beneath the Holy City, he could sense the threads of faith throughout the empire, detecting where faith was growing stronger, where faith was weakening, and where the power of chaos was growing...

Of course, this ritual doesn't always work, because people's beliefs often fluctuate in a pulsed manner as their living standards change.

In addition, people nowadays always say "Saint Francis is supreme", so even Saint Francis himself would be confused by this vast sea of ​​noise.

Even gods would be confused, let alone mortals.

It is precisely for this reason that Gregory IX often just goes about his business as a routine, playing the role of the empire's "spiritual keeper," guarding against potential dangers while meditating with the power of the spiritual veins.

This is one of the benefits of being a pope.

Heroes often need to go through a thrilling adventure to become legendary, but the Pope can achieve the same effect simply by sitting and praying in the crypt of St. Clement's Church.

Just as Gregory's mind was wandering, wondering about the origins of those abstract paintings that were recently popular in the Holy City, an unprecedentedly powerful foul smell suddenly broke into his peaceful sea of ​​consciousness.

Gregory IX suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes, which always had a kind look, were now filled with astonishment and panic, and fine beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

What a terrifying aura!

The breath came from the far eastern border of the empire, seemingly from the area around Brass Pass, right at the border between the Kingdom of Ryan and the dwarf world.

"What is that thing..." He muttered softly, then closed his eyes again, trying to use his spiritual sense to trace the source of the breath.

Unfortunately, however.

The power of spiritual veins is limited.

He could only feel the ebb and flow of the power of faith, but he could not see what kind of blasphemy was hidden behind the raging waves, let alone what kind of thing had caused this huge wave.

He could only vaguely sense that something terrible had come to this land, and its threat was even enough to bring about the end of the world.

If that force is allowed to continue to ferment, this catastrophe may even turn the entire land into a wasteland!

I can't wait like this any longer—

Now is the time for the Inquisition to take action!

Recalling the prophecy he had seen before, Gregory IX's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his aging body stood up suddenly.

He stretched out his skinny finger and pointed at the candlestick beside him, and the silver bell tied to the candlestick shook.

"jingle--"

The clear bell sound did not leave the secret room, but seemed to have passed through the barriers of space and rang in the ears of another servant of the god.

A moment later, the stone door of the secret room slid open silently, and a figure walked in respectfully.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in a pitch-black monk's robe. His face was as rigid as if it had been cut by a knife, and his eyes contained no emotion, only absolute loyalty to the dogma.

He is none other than Grand Inquisitor Jiménez, the highest official of the Tribunal.

Although the Church's Inquisition is not the strongest in the empire, they are far superior to ordinary transcendents when facing hell and chaos.

"Your Holiness."

Jimenez knelt on one knee, performed an impeccable etiquette, and waited respectfully for the Pope to speak.

He knew that something big had happened.

"I saw the eastern sky turn pitch black, and the filth from the void poured down like a waterfall onto the barren land... Remember the prophecy I told you before? It might actually come true."

Looking back at the chief judge, Pope Gregory's voice was a little hoarse, "Tell me, has the Tribunal received any reports from the Kingdom of Ryan recently?"

Jimenez raised his head and answered respectfully.

"Reporting to His Holiness the Pope, a rebellion has recently broken out in the Kingdom of Lion. Bandits known as the Green Forest Army have swept across most of the Dusk Province. However, according to the Bishop of Lion, it is still a mortal conflict and is far from a cause for concern."

"No, absolutely not." Gregory IX shook his head, his eyes more serious than ever. "A mortal rebellion could never lead to such pure evil. It is undoubtedly a Chaos ritual... and it is very likely already completed."

Looking at Ximenez's gradually changing expression, Gregory IX issued an order in an unquestionable tone.

"Jiménez, I need you to do two things."

"Please give your orders," Ximenez said respectfully.

Gregory IX looked at him and continued his orders in an authoritative voice.

"First, you must immediately proceed to the Inquisition and initiate the 'Archangel's Descent' ritual in my name. I require the power of a 'Mighty Angel' to descend upon the eastern borders of the empire and bring down divine justice upon the brewing evil."

Hearing the words "angels descending", even a man like Jimenez, whose expression rarely changes, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It wasn't because of fear.

But excitement!

Ever since he could remember, he had heard countless legends about angels, but had never seen one with his own eyes.

This is because most of the time, the corruption that occurs within the empire does not require the intervention of angels, and the heroes who pursue legends are enough to deal with them.

As a fanatical believer, Jimenez was extremely excited that he would be able to witness the coming of an angel in his lifetime.

Gregory IX looked at him and continued.

"Also, I need you to summon the most elite 'Judges' of the Inquisition and personally go to the Kingdom of Ryan to quell the chaos!"

The power angels belong to the second sequence of the nine angels, and their power should be enough to punish the distant evil.

However, Chaos will not disappear with the death of the Chosen One, and Gregory IX is well aware of this.

The Twilight Province of the Kingdom of Ryan is too far away from the core territory of the empire, and secular kings are often selfish and contemptuous. Only the Inquisition can completely eradicate the pollution there.

He was well aware that this might be an overreaction, but now was not the time to be cautious.

Jimenez's eyes were full of piety and he nodded respectfully.

"Yes, sir."

…

In front of St. Clement's Cathedral, a solemn atmosphere shrouded the square that was once crowded with people.

Teams of paladins in silver armor stood solemnly at every intersection, forming a barrier that no mortal could cross.

When faced with people who came to pray or make pilgrimages, they politely turned the believers away and directed them to other churches in the city.

Although the believers were puzzled, they could only leave with confusion and awe in the face of the will of God declared by the paladins.

Just at this time, Baron Harvey Medea passed by.

He originally planned to go to the paint merchant to pick up the materials he had ordered, but was attracted by the abnormal scene before him.

He adjusted his collar, walked forward, and saluted a paladin who looked like a commander.

"Good day, Your Excellency the Knight. May I ask... what happened here? Why is the cathedral sealed off?"

The paladin looked at him twice and naturally recognized this distinguished gentleman, but he did not use the same rhetoric he used to deal with ordinary believers.

"The Pope is presiding over a ceremony and needs to be away from outsiders. It's not suitable to pray here today. Please go to another church."

"Ritual? Can you tell me what the ritual is?"

The Paladin hesitated and whispered.

"I don't know the specifics. I just heard... that Chaos corruption seems to have appeared in the east."

"East? Brass Pass?"

"Then I don't know."

Seeing that the knight didn't know much, Baron Medea didn't insist. After thanking him, he left the paladin.

If it was news that could be made public, he would see it in the newspaper tomorrow at the latest. If it was news that could not be made public...

It's obviously useless to ask this guy.

When he reached the corner of the street, Baron Medea looked back in the direction of the square, and saw the cross in St. Clement's Cathedral emitting a brilliant light.

The light was pure and majestic, like a small sun, dyeing the surrounding clouds with a layer of sacred gold.

To be honest, he grew up in the Holy City and this was the first time he had seen such a scene.

“It’s… so beautiful.”

Harvey muttered to himself, regretting that his drawing board was not at hand so that he could not depict the sacred and magnificent scene on canvas.

But luckily he knows magic.

Like many reporters who stopped to watch, he took out the video crystal in his arms and filmed the amazing scenery.

…

On the other side, in the Magic City, which is even farther away than the Holy City, at the Melusine family's manor, a well-dressed gentleman with a feminine face was sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, elegantly sipping black tea.

In front of him, a crystal the size of a human head was floating above the stone table, and the clear mirror surface reflected the dim light.

It was a dimly lit secret room.

A man completely hidden in the shadows was respectfully reporting to him the intelligence he had just learned from the Holy City through an evil ritual.

"...This is basically the situation, my Lord. The Church of St. Clement has completely sealed off the cathedral. According to our informants planted inside the cathedral, Pope Gregory IX has ordered the initiation of the highest-level 'Angel' ritual."

"An angel has arrived?"

Melusine put down the teacup in his hand upon hearing this, and a rare flash of surprise flashed across his eyes that always wore a lazy smile.

"How bizarre! I think it's been 200 years, maybe 100... I can't quite remember. What on earth is making them so nervous? Could it be that Chaos' Chosen Ones have already reached the gates of the Holy City?"

The gentleman standing in the shadows shook his head slightly and spoke in a very soft voice.

"It should be... more than just the Chosen One. According to information from my informant, extremely serious Chaos corruption has occurred in the eastern region of the Kingdom of Lion. Its scale and intensity... it is suspected that the incarnation of a Chaos God has personally descended into the mortal world."

Melusine's expression changed completely. This time, it was not just surprise, but a hint of solemnity was written in his eyes.

"The clone is coming?"

He couldn't remember the last time an angel descended, but the arrival of Chaos's clone seemed to be a long, long time ago in his impression.

Normally, the evil spirits of the void would only seduce gifted mortals to become their chosen ones in the mortal realm, spreading the corruption of Chaos. As for the arrival of their avatars, those were stories told in epic poetry, and whether they were true or not was up for debate.

The academic community in Magic City generally believes that there is a wall between the void where chaos exists and the "primary material plane", or that the void itself is a wall.

The spirit can affect matter, and matter can of course affect the spirit in turn. Therefore, the evil spirits hiding in the void are usually very reluctant to separate a trace of their spiritual thoughts to infiltrate the "main material plane".

It's like blowing into lava, there's no risk, but reaching in to pick something up could result in burns from the high temperature.

What... makes them so bold?

Melusine leaned back in his chair, tapping the tabletop lightly with his slender fingers, lost in thought for a moment.

And just at this moment, he suddenly thought of an interesting guy.

The "son-in-law" favored by the Padridge family, Councillor Luo Yan, who had caused a stir in the Magic City before, seems to be in the Ryan Kingdom now?

Thinking of the little girl from the Colin family who had suddenly broken through the bottleneck before, Melusine couldn't help but reveal an intriguing smile on his face, and crossed his fingers together.

"Things are really getting more and more interesting."

The man waiting in the secret room said respectfully.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Melusine thought for a moment, then spoke slowly through the statue's mouth.

“No need.”

"Just keep an eye on the news from afar for me."

…

The dark clouds covering the Twilight Province not only attracted the attention of the Empire, but also attracted the attention of the Demon God's servants.

And there are far more people paying attention to that land.

At this moment, whether it was the elves on the Iged Tree, the Dwarf King of the Mountain Kingdom, or the sages on the Tower of the Great Sage, they all cast surprised glances in the direction of that breath.

To be honest, the moment Luo Yan's eyes met Urgos's clone, he could no longer suppress the urge to run away.

However, when he noticed the curiosity burning in Urgos's pupils, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​strategic shift and was not in such a hurry to escape.

Curiosity means not knowing.

Not understanding means there is room for trickery.

And when it comes to playing tricks, he's really good at it.

"Demon, Demon King, please say something!" Stared at by those two green eyes that were as bright as the sun, Youyou was so frightened that she trembled and even stuttered.

Obviously, although the devil can still hold it, the dog raised by the devil can no longer hold its urine.

"Don't talk." Luo Yan replied in his mind, maintaining an expressionless face, while thinking quickly about how to respond.

Seeing that the tiny guy never answered him, Urgos gradually became impatient.

He himself is not a very patient God.

The hundreds-meter-tall rat body leaned forward slightly. Under the terrifying pressure, the entire earth seemed to be wailing in grief as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

Fortunately, at this time, there was someone who was even more restless than Him—

“Die!!!”

The Rock Sword Saint Gaunt roared, pushing the power of the demigod to the extreme, and leaped into the air like a stream of light that tore through the sky.

The huge sword in his hand was filled with boundless sword energy and pierced straight into the heart of the giant rat!

However, facing this blow that was powerful enough to split mountains, the giant green eyes of the "Eternal Hunger Claw" did not even look at him.

He simply stretched out his front paw casually, raised a black nail covered in mud, and lightly tapped the whistling sword energy.

"Buzz—"

It was a muffled sound that seemed to come from the void.

A dark green ripple visible to the naked eye spread out from the center where the claw tip and the sword edge collided, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant!

Under the boundless pressure, both the ratmen and humans were grabbed by the throat by an invisible big hand and almost suffocated to death.

It wasn't just the throat that was grabbed.

And their souls!

They seemed to hear the cries of countless worlds. Compared with the never-ending torture, even the cruelest corners of hell could be called kind.

Kallen frowned slightly, and couldn't help but put her hand on her chest, pressing on her heart, and almost fainted.

Irene, who was standing farther away, was not affected too much, but was also shocked by the boundless pressure.

Is this... the power of the gods?

The giant stepped into the children's paradise, which was obviously a power that did not belong to this world.

As Gunter tried to challenge the gods, he suffered an unimaginable shock. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and landed heavily on the edge of the battlefield several kilometers away!

Dust rises into the sky!

Looking at the direction where Gunter disappeared, Brennan couldn't help swallowing, her wide eyes filled with disbelief.

He had seen what Gaunt was capable of.

An ordinary Chaos Chosen One wouldn't be able to withstand even a single blow from that guy, but at this moment, the invincible him couldn't even withstand a single blow.

What kind of terrifying power is this? !

Urgos retracted his nails.

Those lazy rat eyes were always fixed on the "small but interesting" figure on the battlefield, not moving away even for a second.

"I'll ask you one last time—"

"Who gave you that toy woven with 'ether'?"

Looking into the eyes of the two burning green suns, an intriguing smile gradually appeared on Luo Yan's expressionless face.

While the Sword Master was being beaten, he finally thought of his opening remarks.

“Why does it have to be given to me by someone else?”

Urgos was visibly stunned.

Obviously, He did not expect to receive such an answer.

A slow, muffled laugh escaped His mouth, like thousands of mice grinding their teeth in His throat.

"Hahaha... Interesting answer. If it wasn't given to you by someone else, could it be that you came up with it yourself?"

A native who had not even fully explored the world he lived in actually claimed that he had comprehended the power to touch the void.

He had never heard such a funny joke!

Looking at the "Eternal Hunger Claw" clone laughing wildly, Luo Yan smiled slightly and controlled the Butterfly of All Things to fly towards him.

The Butterfly of All Things has a very special characteristic, which is that its presence is extremely weak. Except for being directly locked by the eyes, its existence is almost impossible to perceive by relying on mental power.

It was like an ordinary flying insect, shuttling among the swarms of rotten flies, avoiding Urgos's naked gaze, and flying towards the black cloud above His clone's head.

While His attention is completely on Him.

At the same time, Luo Yan spoke slowly with a hint of contempt in his voice.

"...What a poor fellow, he knows nothing except eating."

Urgos stopped his low laughter, his rat eyes narrowed slightly, and a malicious light flashed in his dark green pupils.

"Your tone reminds me of an annoying guy, and your power happens to be very similar to that guy."

"Why is it like?" Luo Yan smiled faintly, "Can't it just be 'is'?"

Urgos' pupils shrank suddenly, but soon relaxed, and a mocking laugh came out of his throat again.

"You're teasing me... Novel's world isn't as boring as yours. I haven't been there, but I've taken a peek."

"Isn't this how every world starts out?"

Luo Yan looked at him with an intriguing gaze and threw the riddle given to him by the curator to him intactly.

"If you exist long enough, you will find that time does not exist."

Urgos's smile gradually froze.

Time does not exist...

Of course He, who is in the void, knows this, but how can a native who has not yet escaped the cage of matter say this with certainty?

Even though this native may be smarter than other natives, and has grasped a little bit of the essence of supernatural power and the surface of the void.

Considering the twists and turns of the sacrificial ceremony from the beginning, Urgos almost instantly realized a possibility—

This guy in front of me is only telling half the truth!

That toy made of "ether" might really have been made by this guy, but it wasn't the current him, but the future "Him".

In other words, this person is not a "mad talker" at all, but the past of "the strange fog" Novel himself!

This is the home of the strange fog!

After realizing this, Urgos not only did not feel any joy, but a hint of fear appeared on his ugly rat face.

The evil spirit that can roam the void may be a madman, but it can never be a fool.

He would not be so foolish as to think that as long as he killed young Novel, he could make Novel disappear into the void.

Cause and effect cannot be reversed.

Since he had already met Novel in the void, it was destined that he could not kill that guy due to the wide range of causes and effects!

At least, it is impossible to kill Him in the past!

As the saying goes, "Supernatural powers cannot defeat karma, and karma cannot defeat cause and effect." This is the truth.

Even if the chosen one carrying the greatsword practices his magical powers for another hundred years, and even if he defeats the clone of the "Eternal Hunger Claw" with a one in ten thousand chance, it will be impossible to eradicate the karma left by the "Eternal Hunger Claw" in this universe.

However, the "Claws of Eternal Hunger" also have things it fears. One is the karma controlled by other gods, and the other is the cause and effect above karma.

If this is the past of the strange fog.

Then no matter how hard he or the other Chaos Gods try, in the end they will all be discarded as experience points.

Because the "future" of this universe——

It has already been decided!

For the Chaos Gods who have conquered countless universes, there is no worse situation than this.

A hint of fear gradually appeared in the cloudy eyes of the hundreds-meter-tall rat. He began to regret sending his clone here!

After all, losing a few believers is not a big deal, but if His clone is lost here, then His loss will require the devouring of countless universes to make up for it.

Although he didn't know what the clone of "Eternal Hunger Claw" was afraid of, Luo Yan guessed that he must have successfully scared him.

To be honest, he was a little surprised.

Luo Yan's original expectation was to make the other party mistakenly think that he was "one of them" and thus show mercy, or perhaps reach some kind of deal... However, he never expected that the other party's first reaction would be fear.

This result is not bad.

Just as Luo Yan was pondering how to make the other party retreat, and whether he should use the "Butterfly of All Things" that was already lying in ambush in the sky, a holy light suddenly pierced through the dark clouds and almost blinded his eyes.

what happened?!

The sky was instantly gilded with gold, freezing the dark clouds all over the sky. The holy aura instantly covered the lingering screams and enveloped the entire battlefield!

Looking at the sky that suddenly turned golden and the "birdman" that appeared in the sky, Luo Yan was completely unprepared and stood there in a daze for a moment.

That is...

Angel?

He had always thought that it was a legend that only existed in the murals of the Vatican, and never thought that one day he would be able to witness its arrival with his own eyes.

The Demon King wasn't the only one who was unprepared.

The "Eternally Hungry Claws" who was scaring itself was also startled by the light. It staggered back a step and almost fell to the ground.

The thick and long rat tail swung around on the battlefield, raising a large amount of dust and knocking down a large number of stunned ratmen and players.

There was more and more fear in his eyes, as if his guess had been confirmed.

really--

When He slapped one of God's Chosen Ones away, soon the incarnation of the God descended!

He had no doubt that even if he slapped the birdman to death, another more unexpected accident would happen immediately!

For example, the sun hanging in the sky hits Him directly on the forehead!

This world is not worth His further energy. He can certainly tear the passage a little wider, but it will be meaningless.

Damn Norville—

He was tricked again!

A horrifying cry came out of the mouth of Urgos's clone. It seemed to be a very unpleasant curse, but only he could understand it.

Luo Yan didn't know what he was cursing, but he could feel that he was not cursing Saint Sith, nor was he cursing the strange fog.

But it is something that exists above this.

Maybe it's fate itself.

Gaunt, leaning on a greatsword, stood up from the ground with difficulty. Looking at the golden sky, a look of disbelief also appeared on his face.

Saint Sis above...

It was a giant shining with golden light, holding a crown in its left hand and a spear in its right hand, and wearing armor woven with feathers.

He had seen it in a dream...

Unlike Gunter who looked up at the sky, Kallen knelt on one knee with a pious expression and offered a heartfelt prayer to the Son of God.

There is no doubt——

That is an angel sent by the Son of God.

So far, only the adult had cast a look of pity at her and the people behind her.

After all, it couldn't be the Pope who didn't even know the name of this land, or the king who stood by and watched, who invited this sacred power here, right?

They are not worthy of wielding this power!

Seeing Her Highness the Saint's actions, countless soldiers of the Salvation Army followed suit and offered devout prayers.

Including the citizens of Twilight City.

Including the Campbells.

At this moment, Luo Yan, who was standing on the edge of the battlefield, suddenly discovered that the power of his faith was slowly growing.

Wait a moment--

What does this have to do with me?

Did I create that angel?!

Luo Yan was aware of his own strength and guessed that it must be the Holy See that took action and used "strategic weapons" similar to nuclear strikes.

Although I don’t know what the price is, this thing is really awesome. The holy light suppressed the aura of chaos for a while.

Countless golden rays of light fell from the giant's body. It looked at the huge rat on the ground with a majestic gaze, and then brought down the divine punishment with an expressionless face.

The spear in its hand turned into a falling sun, and under the desperate gaze of countless ratmen, it smashed into the head of the "Gluttonous Rat"!

And their respected "Gluttony Rat" actually had a resigned look on his face, as if he had given up struggling...

He cut his losses.

In contrast, His believers were completely desperate.

What is more terrifying than death is the collapse of faith. The great "Rat of Gluttony" has abandoned them!

But why?

They couldn't understand what they had done wrong!?

The tragedy of mortals is this: few can truly control their own destiny. They can still fight, but the gods behind them no longer want to raise the stakes.

The holy light penetrated the head of the "Eternal Hunger Claw" clone without any resistance, leaving a terrifying deep pit on the ground behind him.

"grumble--!"

The ratmen on the ground screamed and fled. No matter they were slave rats, clan rats, or elite Plaguefang assassins, they all fled in all directions.

The collapsing tide of rats was like a mountain torrent.

Soon they would flee back into the depths of the Ten Thousand Ren Mountains, bringing the despair of the gluttonous rat's death back to the Carrion Clan's hive.

Just as they had inflicted countless deaths on the human race of the Twilight Province, they would soon endure immense backlash and despair...

As for those God-chosen rats from another world, they were also evaporated under the scorching holy light as the huge rat body slowly fell.

They screamed unwillingly, thick black and green smoke came out of their bodies, and under the pull of karma, they floated towards the black cloud frozen by the golden light.

The black cloud formed by countless evil spirits began to rotate again.

However, this time it did not expand outward, but instead gathered towards the center, just like sounding the retreat of troops, and removing the curtain that covered the sky and the sun.

As for the "holy spirits" scattered across the battlefield, the soul fire in their pupils gradually dissipated under the illumination of the holy light, and they turned into a wisp of soul and returned to the place where they set out.

"victory!!!"

Governor Elaric, standing on the top of the city wall, was the first to roar in victory, followed by earth-shaking cheers from the city walls.

The cheers were earth-shaking.

Even from several kilometers away, you can hear it clearly!

At the Savior Army's position, Rayden, who was kneeling on one knee in prayer, glanced at Brennan beside him.

The latter seemed to have guessed what he wanted to ask, coughed awkwardly, and tried to save face while looking at the "holy spirits" that were dissipating.

"The ancestors of Wheatfield Village completed their mission and were taken back to heaven by angels sent by Saint Sith... This proves that they are not ordinary dead souls, but holy spirits."

He also seemed to have learned the skill of telling lies with open eyes.

However, Leiden didn't say anything, just grinned, accepting this statement.

The angel standing on the clouds did not seem to expect that victory would come so easily. He froze there for a moment, losing his target to attack.

Perhaps the person who summoned it is not here and cannot add the next command.

Or maybe it simply understood the principle of "don't pursue a desperate enemy" and was worried about angering Chaos, so it acquiesced to the evil spirit behind the void to escape.

It can't catch up anyway.

Nor can they kill Him.

However, although the birdman with golden light did not take the next step, Luo Yan standing on the ground had an idea.

Looking at the shrinking black clouds in the sky, he suddenly had an idea and flew the "Butterfly of All Things" that was lying in ambush in the sky over.

What is behind the void?

He suddenly became curious.

It wasn't that he was seeking death, but mainly because the shattering of the "Butterfly of All Things" had no effect on him, and he had done similar things before.

When he went to the universe where the curator was, he also went there through the "Butterfly of All Things". At most, he was unable to activate the displacement skill to exchange places.

Luo Yan was ready to disconnect at any time and controlled the "Butterfly of All Things" to fly into the center of the vortex of the black cloud.

That seemed to be the eye of the "Eternally Hungry Claw".

Before He closed His eyes completely, he met His gaze and unexpectedly saw panic in the latter's eyes again.

"What are you doing?! I've already given this world to you, get your claws off me!?"

Hmm... Is there such an agreement among Chaos?

Luo Yan was only surprised for half a second, and then he stuck the "Butterfly of All Things" on even more firmly, because Urgos's reaction told him that it worked.

Anyway, he is not Nowell and has never signed this inexplicable agreement.

Strictly speaking, he should be considered His "father".

“&#%￥!”

An indistinct curse was heard in the void, and then the black cloud disappeared into the golden sky with a "bang" amid the people's cheers of victory.

Vanishing along with it was the insignificant butterfly, pulled into the hole leading to the void, along with the twisted, wailing evil spirits.

Luo Yan, standing at the edge of the battlefield, had a shocked expression on his face.

The world behind the void——

He saw it.

(End of this chapter)