absurd deduction game.

On the surface of the altar, the runes, which were rotated in reverse and mixed with blood and black mud, made a "crackling" sound as they were unable to bear the weight, and fine cracks appeared on the surface.

The connection between the runes and the black mud is being squeezed by two powerful forces from the level of world rules, making it extremely unstable.

"Crack...crack..."

The altar itself, with its base made of flesh and blasphemous substances, began to crack and collapse.

The binding force is rapidly weakening.

This wisp of the ancient god's consciousness was about to be forcibly "exploded" out and return to its original form—the mother goddess wanted to expel the ancient god first so that they could have an equal divine war under the same conditions.

Carlos thought the same way. Rather than letting Yu Xing risk summoning [He], or letting the musicians get the materials, it would be better to just send the ancient god away in one fell swoop.

The Mother Goddess of Harvest should not normally descend.

He first rescued the archbishop, allowing Yiqing to maintain contact with him. Then, using the extra time after rescuing the archbishop, he worked with the archbishop to complete the descent ceremony of the true god.

Each church's cardinal has the ability to communicate directly with the Mother Goddess, to spread divine pronouncements, and even to briefly serve as a vessel for the descent of the true God.

Although this vessel also puts a burden on the body, it does not kill the vessel directly like the ancient gods. Whenever there is a major event that requires the descent of the gods, the cardinals of each church only need to sacrifice themselves, and they can recover from the weakness in about a month afterwards.

Originally, the archbishop wanted the Mother Goddess to descend into his body.

But Carlos came up with another idea.

Let the Mother Goddess descend in her true form and directly engage in a divine war with the ancient gods.

The archbishop had told him that this was impossible. Such were the rules of the world. No matter which god wanted to break through the barrier of the rules, they needed a lot of preparation. The esoteric sect had set up such a complex anchor point in advance in order to summon the ancient god, and had accumulated at least thirty years of experience.

How can they summon the Mother Goddess? Who can do it?

...Carlos can.

Only Carlos can.

He is the world's greatest magician, who, through the concept of "magic," turns the impossible into the possible, making the impossible sun appear and the impossible gods descend.

As long as... you can fool the rules.

Carlos devised a progressively increasing magical process. The first step was to wait for the final ritual of the esoteric religion to begin, allowing the ancient gods to weaken the barrier of rules in advance.

The second step is to allow the archbishop to reasonably invoke the power of the Mother Goddess to purify the pollution in the Harvest Church, anchoring the Mother Goddess to the church within the limits permitted by the rules.

The third and most important step, which only Carlos can do, is to "transform" the sun into the sky, making it an irrational element that will disrupt the rules. In the midst of this chaos, the Mother Goddess will descend upon the church and then come to the altar in the manor.

The plan had been communicated between the archbishop and the Mother Goddess beforehand, so the first thing the Mother Goddess said upon arriving was, "Carlos, I have come as promised."

This scene wouldn't normally happen in this instance. The main boss is Fennell, and the mini-boss is Evan. The strategist only needs to investigate the high priest's identity beforehand and then directly stop the ritual.

However, several top players chose the more difficult process from the beginning for their own reasons—of course, in order to give themselves more opportunities to get "performance points" and then obtain the only ticket to this dungeon.

The same goes for Carlos; he's always been number one on the leaderboard, how could he let someone overtake him on the last day?

He came for the tickets.

Carlos is happy now, but others are not.

"Tsk." The musician on the altar narrowed his eyes, a hint of gloom appearing on his previously composed expression. It was the displeasure of having his arrangements disrupted. His light amber eyes looked at Carlos with a hint of ruthlessness. Carlos raised an eyebrow and tilted his head defiantly at him.

The actor: "...The troublesome magician."

In order to prevent the experimental materials from being wasted, he did not hesitate at all. The hand that had been pressing lightly on the black mud and controlling the moss to seep and weave suddenly brought its five fingers together and inserted them directly into the "chest cavity" of the upside-down black mud with lightning speed!
His fingers pierced through the sticky black mud and the emerald green moss network, precisely grasping the core channel between the consciousness and the body. He wanted to take advantage of the last opportunity before the connection was completely broken and the ancient god was restrained by the mother god, to directly grab the ancient god's main body in the starry sky and get what he wanted from it!
His fingertips touched a cold, chaotic void, yet one that contained a vast amount of knowledge.

Just as he was about to clench his fist and tear out a portion of that indescribable thing—

In the passage, a translucent hand gleaming with a faint golden light appeared out of thin air, gently yet undeniably blocking his wrist.

It was a woman's hand, beautifully shaped, with soft lines, carrying a sense of earthy weight and inclusiveness.

It wasn't a physical entity, it didn't attack, it just gently blocked something.

At the same time, several ethereal, vibrant green grapevines, radiating a powerful vitality, appeared out of nowhere and, like nimble snakes, instantly coiled around the actor's wrists and forearms, gently immobilizing his entire arm and preventing him from making any further movements.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle yet powerful force traveled along the grapevines and was transmitted to the performer.

The force didn't harm him; it simply pushed him away.

The actor was pushed more than a meter away. He staggered for a moment, then steadied himself. He looked down at his empty hands, then looked up at the black mud that was gradually disintegrating and rapidly evaporating and shrinking in the sunlight and the golden wheat ears, as well as the consciousness channel deep within the black mud that was becoming dim and about to completely dissipate.

The actor: "..."

Mother Goddess of Harvest.

You're fighting the Ancient Gods like this, and you still have time to pay attention to me?

The moment the actor's slightly sarcastic whisper fell, the situation inside and outside the attic had already taken a decisive turn.

Above the sky, the sun that Carlos had "conjured" shone with an even more intense and pure light.

It not only dispelled the filth, but also, like a blazing beacon of rules, solidified and strengthened the foundation of this area belonging to the "present world".

Under the pure light and heat, the blood moon completely blurred into a dim, swaying afterimage. When the sun shines, the moon dims; this is also an application of the rules.

The giant maw on the surface of the blood moon had long since disappeared, leaving only a blurry, festering outline, which was being continuously "pushed" higher and further into the depths of the starry sky by a grand force from the Mother Goddess of Harvest.

The other stars have vanished without a trace.

On the earth, the strange and wonderful plant forests that the Mother Goddess of Harvest nurtured flourished under the sun, their root systems like the toughest net, firmly locking in every inch of Yolikef Town.

The battle between the gods did not seem to escalate into an earth-shattering clash.

The ancient god's immense will, originating from the stars, was like a giant beast trapped in a quagmire within the stable domain constructed by the mother goddess using the power of sunlight and the earth. It possessed power but could not effectively exert it. The most difficult point was that Fernel had not completed the ritual, leaving Him in a dilemma.

On the altar, the clump of black mud hanging upside down had shrunk to less than the size of a fist, its color was dull and almost grayish-white, and the moss patterns on its surface had withered. The connection between it and the starry sky itself was as thin as a thread and could no longer be used.

The performer stood a few steps away, his light amber eyes coldly watching the "remnants" that were about to completely dissipate, then he looked up at the ancient god's illusory form being forcibly expelled from the sky. The gloom on his face gradually settled into a deep calm, but beneath that calm was an undisguised chill of having his plan completely thwarted.

He slowly straightened up, tidied his slightly disheveled cuffs, as if the scene of his hasty snatching had never happened.

Then, he turned to Yu Xing.

"Did you know earlier?"

Yu Xing had already removed her hand from her abdomen.

It seems that, due to this turn of events, he has given up on summoning [He].

"If I had known earlier, your performance just now would have been pure clown stuff. Are you happy now?"

Upon hearing this answer, the actor's expression relaxed somewhat.

He concluded, "You don't know either."

"So..." the musician chuckled, "For the sake of the rankings, the magician even kept it a secret from you, the captain. He didn't care whether you wanted to kill the ancient god or not, and he cooperated with the Harvest Mother Goddess, ruining your plans."

Yu Xing simply ignored this blatant attempt to sow discord and said, "I give my permission."

“Alright, the young master just won’t learn his lesson.” The actor slowly stepped forward and lowered his voice, “Be careful of the magician…be careful of time.”

Yu Xing's pupils contracted.

"You should be careful! Why are you so close to him?" Carlos, whose hearing was exceptionally good, immediately mocked, "Get lost."

Few people would speak so bluntly and disrespectfully to an actor, not even an enemy.

The actor's lips curled slightly, but then he remembered that the dungeon was about to end and he didn't need to make a move against Carlos, so he ignored him and turned his gaze to ask, "Why don't I see Qu Xianqing?"

Given that the performer had just mentioned [Time], and Yu Xing did indeed know that [Time] was the enemy... his patience with the performer increased slightly, so he replied, "I had her finish up."

"Finishing things off?" Carlos was still listening intently.

Is there anything else that needs to be wrapped up? Once the two gods finish their fight, the mission will be over.

at this time--

Click!

A clear sound, like shattering glass, came from the center of the altar.

The altar base, made of flesh and blood and blasphemous matter, finally reached its limit after losing the support and connection of the ancient god's will and enduring the dual purification and erosion of the power of sunlight and earth.

Countless cracks instantly covered the entire altar, and then, before everyone's eyes, it collapsed with a deafening roar!

Like a weathered sand dune, it crumbled into countless dark red, lifeless dust particles and fragments.

Those runes that had been reversed also faded completely.

The last wisp of ashen matter on the altar swayed gently like a last wisp of smoke as the base collapsed, before completely dissipating into the air.

The delicate connection between it and the starry sky itself has been completely severed.

High in the sky, the last glimpse of the blood moon exhausted its last strength, and the madness, blasphemy, and oppressive feeling that filled the heavens and earth, belonging to the starry sky, receded like the tide.

All that remained was the warm sunlight, the fresh air mingled with the fragrance of plants and earth, and a strange yet vibrant landscape.

ended.

The attic was completely silent.

Sunlight streamed through the damaged dome, forming bright beams that shone on the dusty and debris-covered ground, where tiny specks of dust floated slowly.

Herbert and the other surviving priests remained in prayer or kneeling positions, but their tense shoulders had relaxed, and many had their eyes closed, their faces displaying a complex mix of exhaustion, relief, and deep gratitude.

Sister Celine and Deacon Murphy slowly straightened up, gazing silently at the incredible "sunny daytime" and plant world outside the window, their eyes still filled with awe.

In the corner, Carlos, who had not received a reply from Yu Xing, had put away his gun and top hat and was sitting against the wall without any regard for his image. He took out a new chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with his cheeks bulging. His emerald eyes were squinting at the sun in the sky.

He murmured, "So, just how much of my plan did Yu Xing anticipate? And what was the ending?"

As he pondered, the sound of crystals clinking rang out, and Yi Qing's clothes brushed past him from behind.
"The last tail, you've seen it." Yi Qing approached from behind, reached into Carlos's pocket, and easily took the dagger that didn't belong to Carlos and therefore couldn't be put into the offering slot.

Yi Qing held the dagger in her hand, restored it to a normal distance, and gently tossed it to catch: "Remember, the husband and mistress that Funer left in the manor?"

……

Sarah lay half-reclined on the bed, her eyes closed, her breathing even and smooth.

Her hair was disheveled on the sheets, her face was pale and bloodless, and as she turned over, her fair neck was exposed to the air. A maid stood silently to the side, watching her quietly.

The strangeness of the manor gradually dissipated, but most people ignored the guest room throughout.

As the flesh and blood spread, the room was enveloped in layers upon layers, so much so that even the silk-web vision of the followers of the Silk Goddess could not perceive it.

No one disturbed her, so she slept soundly.

suddenly.

The guest room door clicked open.

Sarah's maid immediately looked over alertly and saw a tall, aloof woman appear at the door with a cold look in her eyes, like a ruthless character who would kill without blinking an eye.

The maid immediately warned in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Sarah jolted awake from her restless, light sleep. The woman struggled to sit up and cast a pleading look at Qu Xianqing through the maid's back.

"Help me..." she mouthed, "Yu Xing and I... made a promise..."

“Fennell is dead, as are most of the cultists.” Qu Xianqing cut to the chase, looking at the maid, a blood-stained sword instantly appearing in her hand. “You are the one who slipped through the net.” (End of Chapter)