Chapter 86
The space behind the magic mirror does not completely belong to the hell world. It is impossible to tell where this place is for a long time. Maybe it is an independent space.
Each complete sub-world in infinite space is like a bubble. No matter how tightly connected they are, there are always gaps in between. These gaps create small bubbles, which are ownerless and uninhabited small spaces.
After the main god disappeared, the "great chaos" caused many originally stable and normal bubbles to become deformed and fissioned. As a result, these bug-like small spaces became more and more numerous.
This is also why big bosses are becoming more and more casual and open about visiting each other; in fact, they are not intentionally going into other people's worlds, they just accidentally opened the wrong door.
When he was the sovereign, all these things had to be done secretly.
Wannian folded his arms and looked around warily.
A vermilion sphere hovered in the center of the room, its surface uneven and rough. It rotated clockwise at an oblique angle, not very fast, and scatteredly reflected the surrounding light.
Like a... smaller version of the moon.
The sky of the hell world will never truly light up, and the blood-red moon will always hang high above the head.
What he saw before him was like a model of the blood moon outside the window.
The blood moon does not emit light by itself; its light comes from the glass jars placed around the room.
The glass jars come in all sizes and shapes, some as tall as someone's calf, and some as small as a palm.
They seemed to contain something, and the restless prisoners repeatedly banged against the glass jars in an attempt to escape, but these seemingly delicate and fragile jars were much stronger than they appeared. The prisoners seemed to be the shimmering balls of light themselves.
The glass jar not only provides light for the blood moon, but also continuously supplies it with energy.
...What kind of energy is it?
What would happen if the blood donation month continued?
What happens if the Blood Moon doesn't work?
Could it be that this model-like sphere in front of me really has some connection with the moon outside, or the hell world?
Wannian squatted down and curiously reached out to pop the jar closest to him, which was the size of a candy jar that required both hands to hold.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the lid, a cold voice sounded from behind him.
"You don't want to do that."
Wannian suddenly withdrew his hand. Although he had not touched any flames, there were burn marks on his fingertips.
He stood up and looked into the magic mirror.
Yes, he had already walked into the world in the mirror, but now another mirror appeared in the mirror.
The person in the mirror was wearing a mask with a clear boundary, divided into two halves, and vines were slowly climbing on the pure white side.
I've seen him in the past. He's the boss of another sub-world who had a video call with Mephistopheles, mentioned "sacrifice" and "Easter," and didn't fully understand his own situation.
This magic mirror connects two sub-worlds at the same time, the hell world, and the other side of the masked man.
It was obvious that the other party and Mephistopheles were planning something together - something about "sacrifice" and "Easter".
Wan Nian slowly backed away from him, not settling down until his back touched the solid wall. He looked at the man warily, then vaguely realized that the magic mirror might be the altar, and the bottles and jars he saw were the offerings.
If the information he had heard before was correct, then those who wanted to escape here were probably the small bosses collected by Mephisto and the masked man from various sub-worlds.
Wannian couldn't help but shudder.
If it weren't for the fact that I look like Tan Ning, I would probably have been trapped in the jar. Should I thank the archangel for being able to move my hands and feet and breathe freely here?
The masked man stared at him in the mirror and said in a hoarse voice: "Tan, you shouldn't come here."
My conditioned reflex is to retort: "I... forget it."
He figured it out, too lazy to argue, and completely gave up. Since everyone thought he was Tan Ning, then he was fine. There was no point in being a 10,000-year-old anyway, so it would be better to be an archangel, who could control the little devils, gain the respect of others, and even avoid death.
He wasn't sure how much this man knew about the Archangel, but in any case, it would be a good idea to pretend to be majestic.
Wannian cleared his throat and said seriously, "What are you and Mephisto planning? What are these—" His eyes frantically swept over the glass jars containing the small bosses, "for?"
The masked man chuckled. "Of course, it's to welcome the arrival of Easter."
"'Easter'..." Wannian frowned, chewing on the word that was mentioned repeatedly.
A festival.
Or, a point in time?
Since it is "resurrection", then who exactly is going to be "resurrected"?
The masked man observed him carefully and shook his head. "You haven't actually remembered yet, have you? You're not Tan Ning, you're still that human. Otherwise, you shouldn't react like this when you hear this word."
Wannian's disguise was exposed, so he pursed his lips and said nothing. The more he talked, the more mistakes he made. Since this person didn't seem to mind letting him know how much he knew, he might as well listen to him continue.
"It seems that brat showed you some mercy after all." The masked man snorted. "If it were you, I should just transplant your memory directly. Why kneel at your feet and beg for love like this?"
...Is this referring to that arrogant little devil? If you didn't know, you'd think it was about some poor little thing who needed love.
"We don't have any more souls to contribute, especially those with the same energy as you." The masked man casually mentioned that besides each other, they had a third accomplice. "I told that kid a long time ago that if you are confirmed to be Tan Ning, then it is indeed worth waiting. If not, don't waste time. 'Easter' could begin at any time, and the sacrifice ceremony must be completed as soon as possible. But he didn't listen. Tsk, he seems so heartless normally, but he really loves you deeply."
Wannian remained silent on this. Whether he was affectionate or not, it wasn't towards him anyway.
What he wants to know more is what will happen after "Easter" begins?
The masked man saw his thoughts and said, "You seem to want to know more about Easter than who you are or who Tan Ning is, don't you? It seems Mephistopheles is keeping it a secret from you."
"Then are you going to tell me?" Wannian remained calm.
"It's okay to tell you. I gave the little devil such a long buffer period, and he was the one who didn't keep his promise first. Don't blame me for breaking the agreement." The masked man said, "'Easter' is the day when the evil god returns."
Wannian was secretly surprised. He had been the minor boss of the ocean world for some years. Although some of the major boss's privileges had not yet been unlocked, he was still at the top of the hierarchy in the infinite space. However, he had never heard of the "evil god".
Being honored as "Lord Evil God" by such arrogant guys as the little devil and his allies, and waiting for His arrival so devoutly, he seems to be a very remarkable existence.
The masked man seemed pleased to see the change in Wannian's expression. "I don't know if you believe in the Lord God, but I can only say that He is no longer fit to rule this world. Moreover, He has not appeared in such a long time, and he may have died in a corner. It is time for Infinite Space to make a new face and welcome a new master."
Wannian was stunned.
If he guessed correctly, this masked man should be one of the five original monsters, the same as the Hell Demon, the Golden Dragon, and the Siren King.
They accompanied the Lord God through the initial difficult "start-up period" of the infinite space. Each of them was powerful, but they were willing to submit to the Lord God.
It turns out that Mephistopheles, like this man, has long wanted to stop working under Him?
But providing energy for such a huge world is not an easy task. Now that the main god has disappeared, the divine power he gave to the center can still support it from breaking.
His power is so great that even all the big bosses combined are not enough to contend with him.
What kind of existence is the new monarch that Mephistopheles and the masked man want to summon?
"He has too many rules and regulations. Finks and Qianxing can live according to the grid He drew, but I can't, and neither can your little devil. We need a new, freer world.
"To activate Easter, one must possess absolute power. Using a large boss as a sacrifice would be faster, but unfortunately, that would attract the attention of the Central, which would be very troublesome. So, we chose a small boss.
"Indeed, each of us has different reasons for needing 'Easter'. As for me, as I just said, I can no longer tolerate God's lame rules of not killing people at will and having to follow the rules of the game. I've long since given up on those arrogant humans.
"As for Mephistopheles, you know how playful he is. But I think more importantly, he hopes to bring you—oh, sorry, I'll change the wording; bring Tanning—back from the 'mist'."
Too much information flooded into his head, and Wannian looked at the mirror blankly, not knowing whether he saw the masked man or himself in it.
However, he was awakened by the "fog" in the last sentence and questioned: "No one has ever left the 'fog'. I still know this rule."
It is the ultimate abyss of infinite space, a swamp from which rescue is impossible.
"Oh? Really?" The masked man said indifferently, "If that's the case, respected Archangel, how did you leave the Mist and stand before me now?"
Wannian subconsciously wanted to declare that he was not Tan Ning, but a question mark appeared in the depths of his mind: Mephistopheles swore so confidently that he was the reincarnation of Tan Ning, but everyone in the infinite space knew that once you enter the "Mist", you cannot return. Even if she was really the archangel, she should have dissipated in the "Mist" and it would be impossible for her to reincarnate and enter the sub-world again.
unless……
Unless there is a gap in the "fog".
Seeing that he was about to "deny" his identity again, the masked man waved his hand in annoyance: "Alright, stop playing the 'I'm not me' game. Since you insist so much that you have nothing to do with Tan Ning, why not show you your true past?"
This is the space where the hell world is connected to another sub-world, and in any space, the small boss is absolutely unable to resist the big boss by jumping levels.
Wannian had a bad feeling, but he was unable to move and was instantly captured by the gravity of the red moon.
Memories flooded into his mind like a torrent.
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