It wasn't darkness, it wasn't cold, it wasn't any known feeling.
That is absolute "emptiness", the opposite of existence, and the dissolution of meaning!
The light in the altar area, whether it is the holy white light of the skull crown, the turbid light of the dark gold chain, or the colorful black light of Mark.
The moment they come into contact with this "nothingness", they become dim, distorted and unreal!
It was as if the colors and shapes were forcibly erased by an invisible hand!
The sense of time and space is instantly confused!
Mark's flying figure seemed to be stuck in a sticky quagmire. His speed became extremely slow and his thinking became sluggish.
He watched helplessly as the dark gold chain wrapped around his neck melted away silently like ice and snow thrown into a raging fire when it touched the edge of this "nothingness"!
More than just chains!
The entire Hall of Rebirth, with the unfolded scroll as its center, fell into a strange state of stagnation and distortion!
“Ugh—!”
Enzo, who was the first to be hit, groaned in pain. The shape of his lava giant fluctuated violently, and the dark red magma light flickered, as if it would go out at any time!
The fiery sense of life originating from the core of the dark lava is being forcibly extracted and diluted by this "nothingness"!
Anna's figure suddenly froze in mid-air, her shadow body trembling violently, almost unable to maintain its shape.
Her dark purple pupils lost focus in an instant, replaced by a blank and empty space, as if a part of her soul had been forcibly pulled out.
Perhaps because her spirit was awakened to its strongest state, Monica was in the best condition.
In her wine-red pupils, the identification array was spinning madly like an overloaded machine, covered in bloodshot, and almost bursting!
Her body was shaking violently, not because of fear, but because her perceptual talent was being forced to "read" an "existence" that was simply incomprehensible!
The feeling was almost exactly the same as when I saw the dark crack appear behind Mark in the sugar maple forest!
It's not that the atmosphere in the space now is consistent with the "mysterious existence" behind Mark, but the feeling they give people, that they are detached from the world, vast and unfathomable, which makes her feel that they are the same!
I don’t know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, but this time, Monica did not faint!
"No...can't...see..." Monica's voice was hoarse and broken. Every word seemed to be squeezed out of her throat with blood, filled with unprecedented horror and pain. She wanted to close her five senses but couldn't do it at all. "It...is 'nothing'...is 'erased'...is DI..."
Her identification skills were like a moth to a flame, finally hitting a wall that she couldn't decipher. The little information she received back almost instantly broke through her mental defenses:
【??? (Real name: DI)】
[Status: ??? (Recovering)]
[Clergy: ??? (Deprived)]
[Features: ??? (Deprived)]
[Warning! Target is attempting to anchor reality!]
"DI... God... The erased God!" Monica suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her body collapsed, her eyes were unfocused, and the only thing left in her consciousness was this broken and terrifying cognition.
At the core of this "nothingness", above the unfolded scroll, the space twisted and collapsed like melted wax.
An extremely vague "outline" that cannot be described in any words is slowly condensing.
There are no facial features, no shape, and even no fixed boundaries.
It seems like the nothingness before the birth of the universe, and the node where the logical chain is broken.
The mere concept of its existence is enough to make the soul of the witness wails in an overwhelmed state, and the dam of reason is as fragile as a sand castle in front of it!
This indescribable outline of nothingness slowly emerged with a despairing calmness.
It stretched out its limbs that were between "existence" and "non-existence" and reached out to the pale skull crown floating above the altar.
The skull crown seemed to sense something, and the light of the seven obsidians suddenly became chaotic and rapid, as if in fear, but also as if welcoming His arrival!
Meanwhile, the battlefield in the antechamber had turned into a scarlet inferno.
Boom!!!
An orc warlord possessed by the Blood God.
No, at this moment it should be called the incarnation of the Blood God.
His giant claws, covered with scarlet bone armor and flowing with molten blood, slammed down hard on the light and dark arms of the Holy Light Defender that were crossed to block!
Amidst the ear-piercing explosions, there were mixed sounds of the annihilation of holy light and the hissing sounds of dark energy being corroded by filthy blood!
The body of the Oathkeeper, composed of pure light and dark energy, trembled violently, and the light intertwined with platinum and shadow flickered like a candle in the wind.
The hard obsidian ground beneath its feet cracked and collapsed, leaving a deep pit!
"roar--!!!"
The incarnation of the Blood God let out an eardrum-shattering roar, and the blood flames burning in his eyes almost burst out!
It ignored the special magic on the Guardian's arms that tried to counterattack the erosion.
When these magic powers came into contact with the boiling filthy blood flames on its body, they were like water drops into boiling oil, and were instantly evaporated and assimilated!
In the orc consciousness that had not yet been completely eroded, there was only greed for the real skull crown and extreme disgust for the light and dark construct in front of it!
"A false god's creation! Are you worthy enough to stop me?!"
A hoarse, overlapping sound like the wailing of all souls burst out from its twisted mouthparts.
The giant claws stained with blood suddenly retracted, and the five sharp bone fingers pierced into the light and dark arms of the oath defender like red-hot irons!
Sizzle——!!!
A teeth-grinding corrosion sound was heard!
The light of the Oathkeeper's arms dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the light and dark magic that made up the arms were madly corroded and polluted by the filthy blood flames!
The platinum flames in the empty eye sockets of the Oathkeeper danced wildly, trying to mobilize the remaining divine power in the mural to fight back.
However, the violent energy fluctuations coming from the core altar of the Hall of Rebirth in the back, especially the sudden burst of "nothingness" that disturbed its consciousness, instantly interfered with its connection with the origin of the mural!
It's this moment of delay!
The Blood God incarnation seized the opportunity!
Its other empty giant claw shot out like lightning, not to attack the defender, but to grab its own waist fiercely!
There, something was clinging tightly to it.
It was the fake Pale Skull Crown that was contaminated and marked by the power of the Blood God in the Hall of Darkness!
At this moment, the fake skull crown had long lost its colorful brilliance and turned dark red and sticky. Its surface was covered with wriggling blood vessels, like a deformed heart, emitting a disgusting smell of blood and blasphemy.
"With my blood! I will grant you a new life! Use it for my own benefit!"
The roar of the Blood God incarnation carried an unquestionable command.
Its giant claws, burning with blood flames, were like holding a red-hot iron block. It fiercely pressed the dark red and sticky pseudo-skull crown towards the Holy Light Defender's chest, which was pierced by it, was the most severely contaminated, and the light was almost extinguished!
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