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Chapter 265: 265

Chapter 265: Vol3 Ch65: Eve of arrival

Translator: La0o9

The Saint’s lips started twitching, he became even more fearful .

He was merely a person who borrowed the power of the God of Silence, forcefully evolving himself into a lifeform that transcended life and death in the ‘curved’ aspect and gaining the power to observe certain future possibilities . At the same time, his current body structure was extremely unstable, which could cause him to collapse at any moment .

For the reasons above, while he was being called a ‘Saint’, he was actually just an expendable pawn, which was why he needed to be a particularly devout cultist .

However, any believer who saw the incoming future would feel as broken as he was, as it was the most brutal thing for any believers to witness .

For that reason, the Saint was truly considering Negary’s offer to believe in a different God .

His expression was heavy, if he still had the body of a living man right now, he would definitely feel short of breath due to the immense pressure .

When he first awoke the blood of evil, he felt fear . He had no choice but to join the Soundless Cult, using the Soundless Cult’s means to suppress the blood of evil, thus turning it into power he could wield .

In the end, he was truly convinced that the blood of evil was the true noble blood and that the Soundless Cult was the true church of God, capable of bringing them hope and happiness .

“Sir, I’m sorry” the Saint’s body started burning in a blue flame before he swiftly disappeared .

He wanted to inform the Soundless Cult that this was a trap, a prearranged scheme against them; and that if they continued with the plan, it would only drag the Soundless Cult into the pit of despair and destruction .

Regardless of what happened, regardless of whether or not he would die, the Soundless Cult was still the place of his salvation . Many in the cult were still regarded as ‘sinners’ due to their blood of evil, all of whom he had dedicated himself to saving no matter the price .

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Negary raised his cup of tea and uttered a heavy sigh, he then picked up his book again . The sound of gears turning slightly could be heard .

Negary held great interest in capable people, more than willing to provide them with the opportunities they needed, but once their stance had been established, Negary would never hesitate to act .

The Saint’s body structure rapidly collapsed, the blue flames were madly burning away his body . He needed to return to reality as soon as possible, he wanted to change the fate that was already determined .

However, at the very next moment, his body completely collapsed, he was crushed by the power of the ‘curved’ aspect and became an insignificant speck of dust within this world .

As Negary sat in the tree cove, germs so tiny that they were invisible were continuously moving in the bookshelf, carrying the knowledge within the books on the shelf back to Negary .

In this world, Negary could easily claim himself as the most knowledgeable person when it came to Mysticism . In his soul, numerous magical tomes of various colors had been recorded, about 103,000 of them in total .

After reading each magical tome, Negary would spend time carefully pondering it . Regardless of whether it was powerful or weak, once something became a magic ritual, it would certainly carry its own principles .

What Negary pondered upon wasn’t the magic recorded inside those books, but their underlying principles and rules .

As long as Negary had a grasp of the underlying principles and rules, he would easily be able to produce any magic ritual of the same nature .

For example, the ‘curved’ aspect of reality, despite how long the Soundless Cult had been in existence, that was the extent of the knowledge they obtained, while Negary had already discovered the existence of the ‘curved’ aspect of reality shortly after coming into contact with other aspects of reality three years ago .

It was also due to this that his Gear plan had been able to develop so quickly .

〖 Your persistence, I shall take 〗Negary drank the entire cup of tea all at once, sensing first the bitterness before the sweetness that followed . It was the same for that wild fruit he just picked, it contained a lot of useless emotions, foolishness, delusions, controlled by those ridiculous emotions; yet at the same time, it was the persistence at the very end that made him one of the most delectable of all .

And so would be the rotting fruits outside .

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Watching his surroundings burn, Pernod uttered a sorrowful laughter . As old and decrepit as he was, he was naturally not strong in battle; he should have already died a long time ago, the only thing keeping him alive up to now was the mana he received from the sprout, forcefully being converted into vitality .

“Ahahaha, hahaha, I WAS WRONG!” Pernod’s dried-up body was already devoid of essentially any vitality, by igniting what was left of his mana, his dry-wood of a body also started burning with the mana flames .

Perhaps, it would have been best for this city not to have sunk underground at all . Perhaps the best thing that could’ve happened to it was to be destroyed during the war at that time .

“I WAS WRONG!” Pernod collapsed on the ground, despite how weak he was, his shout was clear and sincere, the flames on his body were spreading into his surroundings . Using what little strength he had left, he pushed both hands into the dirt .

It was his greed that pushed everything to the state they were today, he would not be forgiven even in death, because there was no longer anybody to forgive him .

The flames on his husk-like body gradually died off . As he currently was, he didn’t even qualify to continue burning, he already couldn’t sense the sprout anymore, regardless of if he had immolated himself or not, this moment would be his last .

The flames began to spread while his body scattered into the heated wind created by the flames . The past few thousand years of self-doubt had been his greatest torture .

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The Grand Priest paid no heed to the dying inferior creature, he didn’t even care about the flames spreading around himself . As far as he was concerned, as long as it didn’t interfere with the God summoning ritual, anything was an insignificant minor detail .

“Forward, it is that place, the Court of God is right in that place!” the Grand Priest held his scepter tightly, his wrinkled fingers clutched it so tightly that they were pale white while bulging with blue veins; his eyes were so excited they practically popped out from his eye sockets . The worn and battered but still resolute Soundless cultists quickly opened the path and headed towards the Mother Tree .

As they opened the long wooden door, they saw Chromie standing at the very center with his eyes closed, a single sprout flashily remained in the middle of his forehead .

Observing Chromie’s beautiful physique, the Grand Priest trembled nonstop, muttering loudly to himself: “A body free of the curse, this body… such a perfect body! This is the appearance all of us should carry!”

“Prepare to awaken the Lord . Everything is exactly where we want them to be . We shall finally immerse ourselves within the glory granted by God!” the Grand Priest was already hysterical, hurriedly ordering his men to begin the preparations .

The Mother Tree was already withered, but it was still a tree with the highest quality wood, more than enough to craft a ceremonial scepter and altar .

With the Moon Tree sprout, a body whose bloodline had awakened to its highest degree, and they were inside the Mother Tree – one of the best conduits of mana; this was essentially the best possible chance and place for them .

There was nothing to hesitate about, the God summoning ritual was soon conducted, a large number of gems were arranged in their determined locations, quickly forming a gigantic axle ritual .

After all, the God of Silence was right on top of the ruins, practically right next to them . As long as the ritual didn’t go wrong too badly, there shouldn’t be any issues at all .

Holding a ritual blueprint in his hand, Noah was instructing the cultists on how to complete the axle ritual . Standing in the middle of it all, Chromie frowned, seemingly going through something unpleasant, but from what could be seen right now, he wouldn’t be able to wake up any time soon .

In the aspect of silence, the giant ball of blue light in the sky slightly flickered . The elven Lord God called Dim Silence Envoy had already been killed by the seven Gods, what remained here was only a remnant that he stored in a unique space .

As it was reposed in this unique aspect, it was very difficult for him to be thoroughly destroyed, so if there were no surprises, he would have continued to lay in slumber . And yet, today, he was disturbed by a certain unique presence .