The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 465 Strictly speaking, I am His father

The distant holy city, the Cathedral of St. Clement.

Beneath this magnificent building, a symbol of the empire's religious center, in a secluded chamber, Pope Lec Gregory sat with his eyes closed on a stone chair, his hands clasped together, performing his daily prayer.

Unlike the prayers of ordinary believers, Gregory IX's prayers were not only a plea to the gods, but also a ritual to communicate with Saint Sith.

By connecting with the "spiritual veins" beneath the holy city, he could sense the entire empire's faith network, discerning where faith was strengthening, where it was weakening, and where chaotic forces were emerging...

Of course, this ritual is not always effective, because people's beliefs often fluctuate in pulses with changes in living standards.

Furthermore, with people nowadays constantly spouting "Saint Seis al-Sahel," even Saint Seis himself would likely feel bewildered by this vast sea of ​​noise.

Even gods are confused, let alone mortals.

For this reason, Gregory IX often simply went through the motions, playing the role of the empire's "guardian of the spirits," guarding against potential dangers while meditating using the power of the spirit veins.

This is one of the Pope's perks.

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

Just as Gregory was daydreaming about the origins of those abstract paintings that were recently popular in the Holy City, an unprecedentedly vast aura of filth suddenly invaded his tranquil sea of ​​consciousness.

Gregory IX suddenly opened his eyes.

His usually kind eyes were now filled with astonishment and panic, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

What a terrifying smell!

The aura emanated 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 Dwarven world.

"What is that thing..." he murmured softly, then closed his eyes again, trying to use his divine sense to trace the source of that aura.

Unfortunately.

The power of spiritual veins is limited.

He could only sense the ebb and flow of the power of faith, but he couldn't see what kind of blasphemy was hidden behind the raging waves, nor could he see what kind of thing had stirred up this giant wave.

He could only vaguely sense that something terrible had descended upon this land, a threat so great that it could trigger the apocalypse.

If that force is allowed to continue to fester, this catastrophe could even turn the entire land into a wasteland!
We can't just sit and wait like this anymore—

Now is the time for the magistrate's court to step in!
Recalling the prophecy he had seen before, Gregory IX was drenched in cold sweat, and his aged body suddenly stood up.

He stretched out his withered finger and pointed it at the candlestick beside him, causing the silver bell attached to the candlestick to shake.

"jingle--"

The clear sound of the bell did not escape the secret chamber, but it seemed to transcend the barriers of space and reach the ears of another servant of the god.

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

The newcomer was a middle-aged man dressed in a black monk's robe. His face was as if carved by a knife, and his eyes were devoid of any emotion, showing only absolute loyalty to the dogma.

He was none other than the highest-ranking official of the court, the Grand Judge Jiménez.

Although the Church's Inquisition is not the strongest in the Empire, they are far superior to ordinary superhumans when facing Hell and Chaos.

"His Holiness the Pope."

Jiménez knelt on one knee, performing an impeccable bow, and waited respectfully for the Pope to speak.

He knew something big had happened.

“I saw the eastern sky was pitch black, and the filth from the void was pouring down like a waterfall onto the barren land… Do you remember the prophecy I told you before? It may really have come true.”

Turning to the chief judge, Pope Gregory's voice was somewhat hoarse, "Tell me, has the Court of Justice received any reports from the Kingdom of Ryan recently?"

Jiménez raised his head and answered respectfully.

"Your Holiness, a rebellion has recently broken out in the Kingdom of Ryan, with bandits known as the Green Forest Army sweeping across most of the Twilight Province. However, according to the bishops of the Kingdom of Ryan, it is still considered a matter of mortal conflict and is far from being something we should be concerned about."

“No, that’s not it at all.” Gregory IX shook his head, his eyes more solemn than ever before. “A mortal rebellion could never have given rise to such pure evil. It was undoubtedly a ritual of chaos… and it is very likely that it has already been completed.”

Seeing Jiménez's expression gradually change, Gregory IX issued his decree in an unquestionable tone.

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

“Please give your instructions,” Jiménez said respectfully.

Gregory IX looked at him and continued to give orders in a dignified voice.

"The first thing you must do is go to the Court of Judgment immediately and initiate the 'Archangel's Descent' ritual in my name. I need the power of a 'Power Angel' to descend upon the eastern border of the Empire and bring divine punishment upon the evil that is brewing."

Upon hearing the words "angels descend," even a man like Jiménez, whose expression rarely changes, couldn't help but tremble slightly in his shoulders.

That was not because of fear.

Instead, it's excitement!

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

This is because, most of the time, the corruption that arises within the Empire's borders doesn't require the angels' intervention; the heroes who chase after legends are more than capable of dealing with it.

Jiménez, a fervent believer, was incredibly excited to witness the descent of an angel in his lifetime.

Gregory IX looked at him and continued.

"Furthermore, I need you to summon the most elite 'arbitrators' of the Tribunal and personally go to the Kingdom of Ryan to quell the chaos!"

The Angels of Power belong to the second order of the nine ranks of angels, and their power should be sufficient to punish that distant evil.

However, the chaos would not disappear with the death of the chosen ones, a fact that Gregory IX was well aware of.

The Twilight Province of the Kingdom of Ryan is too far from the core territory of the Empire, and the secular kings are often selfish and dismissive. Only the Court of Justice can completely eradicate the corruption there.

He was well aware that this might lead to overcorrection, but now was not the time to be overly concerned about his reputation.

Jiménez's eyes were filled with piety as he respectfully nodded.

"As ordered."

……

A somber atmosphere hung over the once bustling square in front of St. Clement's Cathedral.

Squads of paladins clad in silver armor stood solemnly at various crossroads, forming a barrier that mortals could not cross.

When faced with people who came to pray or make pilgrimages, they politely persuaded the believers to turn back 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 holy knights' proclaimed will of God.

Just then, Baron Harvey Mitia happened to pass by.

He had originally planned to go to the paint supplier to retrieve the materials he had ordered, but he was drawn to the unusual scene before him.

He straightened his collar, stepped forward, and bowed to a paladin who appeared to be a commander.

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

The paladin sized him up and recognized the distinguished gentleman, but didn't resort to the perfunctory words used to appease ordinary believers.

"The Pope is presiding over a ceremony and requires the absence of unauthorized persons. This place is not suitable for prayer today; please go to another church."

"A ceremony? May I ask what kind of ceremony it is?"

The paladin hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice.

“I don’t know the specifics either. I’ve only heard that… something like chaotic corruption has appeared in the east.”

"East? Huangtong Pass?"

"I do not know then."

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

If it's news that can be made public, he should see it in the newspaper by tomorrow at the latest. If it's news that can't be made public...

Asking this guy is obviously pointless.

Reaching the corner of the street, Baron Mitya glanced back at the square and saw the cross in St. Clement's Cathedral shining brightly.

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

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

"It's so...beautiful."

Harvey muttered to himself, regretting that his easel was not at hand, preventing him from depicting that sacred and magnificent scene on the canvas.

Fortunately, he knows magic.

Like many reporters who stopped to watch, he took out his video recorder and filmed the stunning scenery.

……

Meanwhile, in the more distant city of Shanghai, at the Melucine family manor, a well-dressed gentleman with a delicate face sat in the courtyard pavilion, elegantly sipping red tea.

Before him, a crystal the size of a human head floated above the stone table, its clear surface reflecting a dim light.

It was a dimly lit, secret room.

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

"...That's the basic situation, my lord. The Church of St. Clement has completely sealed off the cathedral. According to our informants inside the cathedral, Pope Gregory IX has ordered the initiation of the highest-level 'Angel's Descent' ritual."

"An angel has descended?"

Upon hearing this, Melusine put down his teacup, a rare look of surprise flashing in his eyes, which always held a lazy smile.

"That's really strange. I think it's been about 200 years, maybe 100... I can't quite remember. What could be making them so nervous? Could it be that the Chosen Ones of Chaos have already reached the gates of the Holy City?"

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

"It should be more than just the Chosen Ones. According to my informant, an extremely serious Chaos Corruption has appeared in the eastern region of the Kingdom of Ryan. Its scale and intensity... suggest that an avatar of a Chaos God has personally descended to the mortal world."

Melusine's expression changed completely; this time, it wasn't just surprise, but a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

"An avatar descends?"

He couldn't remember when the last angel descended, but the arrival of Chaos's avatar seemed like a very, very long time ago.

Normally, evil spirits in the void merely bewitch gifted mortals to become their chosen ones on earth, spreading the corruption of chaos. As for instances of avatars descending, those are stories written in epics, and whether they are true or not is debatable.

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

Spirit can influence matter, and matter can in turn influence spirit. Therefore, evil spirits hidden in the void are usually very wary of sending even a wisp of their divine thoughts to infiltrate the "primary material plane".

It's like blowing air into lava without any risk, but reaching in to pick something up could result in burns from the high temperature.

What... made them so bold?

Melusine leaned back in his chair, his long fingers tapping lightly on the table, lost in thought.

And it was at that moment that he suddenly thought of an interesting fellow.

The "son-in-law" favored by the Padridge family, Councilor Luo Yan, who caused a huge uproar in Shanghai, seems to be in the Kingdom of Ryan at this moment.
Thinking of the young girl from the Colin family who had suddenly broken through her bottleneck, a meaningful smile appeared on Melusine's face as he interlaced his fingers.

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

The person waiting in the secret room spoke respectfully.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

After pondering for a moment, Melusine spoke slowly and deliberately through the voice of the statue.

"No need."

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

……

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

And these are just a few of the many people who are paying attention to that land.

At this moment, whether it was the elf on the Tree of Igd, the dwarf king of the High Mountain Kingdom, or the sage on the Tower of the Great Sage, they all cast surprised glances toward the direction of that aura.

To be honest, the moment Luo Yan made eye contact with Urgos's clone, he couldn't suppress the urge to run away.

However, when he noticed the curiosity burning in Urgos's eyes, he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​a strategic retreat and was no longer in a hurry to escape.

Curiosity implies a lack of understanding.

Lack of understanding means there's room for misleading or deception.

When it comes to playing the supernatural, he's an absolute master.

"Demon, Demon King, what are you going to say?!" Stared at by those two green eyes that were as bright as the sun, Youyou trembled with fear and even stuttered.

Clearly, while the Demon King was still holding back, his dog was about to burst.

'Don't speak.' Maintaining a blank expression, Luo Yan replied in his mind, while quickly thinking of how to answer.

Seeing that the tiny creature still hadn't answered him, Urgos gradually grew impatient.

He himself is not a very patient god.

The rat's hundreds-of-meters-tall body leaned forward slightly, and under that terrifying pressure, the entire earth seemed to let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

Fortunately, at this moment, someone was even more restless than Him—

"Die to me!!!"

With a roar, the Rock Sword Saint Gauntlet pushed his demigod power to its limit, transforming into a streak of light that tore through the sky as he leaped into the air.

The giant sword in his hand, imbued with boundless sword energy, pierced straight towards the heart of the giant rat!
However, faced with this blow that could split mountains, the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" didn't even glance at him with its enormous green eyes.

He simply extended his forepaw casually, raised a black fingernail covered in mud, and gently touched the whistling sword energy.

"Om-"

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

A visible dark green ripple suddenly emanated from the center where the claw tip and the sword blade collided, instantly sweeping across the entire battlefield!

Under that boundless pressure, both ratmen and humans were gripped by an invisible hand at the throat, nearly suffocating to death.

It wasn't just the throat that was grabbed.

And their souls!
They seemed to hear the cries of countless worlds, and compared to that relentless torment, even the cruelest corners of hell could be called kindness.

Karen frowned slightly, and couldn't help but place her hand on her chest, pressing it against her heart, almost fainting.

Eileen, who was standing further away, was not greatly affected, but she was still shocked by the boundless pressure.

Is this... the power of the gods?
The giant stepped into the children's paradise; it was clearly a power that did not belong to this world.

Gunter, who was attempting to challenge the gods, was subjected to an unimaginable shock. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the battlefield several kilometers away!

Dust billowed into the sky!

Looking in the direction where Gaunt had disappeared, Brennan couldn't help but swallow hard, his wide eyes filled with disbelief.

He had seen Gaunt's abilities.

Ordinary Chaos Gods couldn't even withstand a single move from that guy, but the invincible Chaos God couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

What terrifying power this is!
Urgos withdrew his fingernails. His lazy, rat-like eyes remained fixed on the "tiny but interesting" figure on the battlefield, never looking away for even a second.

I'll ask you one last time—

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

As he stared at the two burning green suns, a subtle, enigmatic smile gradually appeared on Luo Yan's expressionless face.

While the Sword Saint was being attacked, he finally came up with his opening remarks.

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

Urgos was clearly taken aback.

Clearly, He had not expected to receive such an answer.

A slow, muffled laugh came from His mouth, like a thousand mice grinding their teeth in His throat.

"Hahaha... Such an interesting answer. If someone didn't give it to you, how could you have come up with it yourself?"

A native who hasn't even fully explored his own world claims to have comprehended the power to touch the void.

He had never heard such a funny joke before!

Seeing the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" clone laughing wildly, Luo Yan smiled slightly and manipulated the Myriad Manifestations Butterfly to fly in its direction.

The Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena has a very special characteristic: its presence is extremely weak. Except when it is directly locked onto by a gaze, it is almost impossible to perceive its existence using mental power.

It was like an ordinary flying insect, weaving through a swarm of putrid flies, avoiding Urgos's naked gaze, and flying towards the black cloud above His clone's head.

While His attention was entirely on himself.

At the same time, Luo Yan spoke slowly and deliberately in a voice tinged with disdain.

"...What a pathetic fellow, he knows nothing but eating."

Urgos stopped his low laughter, his rat-like eyes narrowed slightly, and a malicious glint flashed in his eerie green pupils.

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

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

Urgos's pupils contracted sharply, but he quickly relaxed, and a mocking laugh escaped his throat once more.

“You’re mocking me… The world of Novell isn’t as boring as yours. I’ve never been there, but I’ve seen a bit of it.”

"Isn't this how every world started?"

Luo Yan looked at Him with a meaningful gaze and threw the riddle that the curator had given him back to Him verbatim.

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

Urgos's smile gradually froze.

Time does not exist...

Of course He, being in the void, knew this, but how could a native who had not yet escaped the prison of material things say such a thing with certainty?

Even if this native is smarter than other natives, and has grasped a little of the essence of supernatural power, and the superficial aspects of the void.

Considering the sacrificial ritual that had been fraught with twists and turns from the very beginning, Urgos realized a possibility almost instantly—

This guy in front of me only told half the truth!

That toy made of "ether" might actually have been made by this guy, but not by the current him, but by "He" in the future.

In other words, this person is not a "madman" at all, but the past of the "mysterious fog" Novell himself!

This is the home of the eerie fog!

Upon realizing this, Urgos felt no joy; instead, a look of fear appeared on his ugly rat-like face.

A demonic spirit capable of traversing the void may be a madman, but it is certainly not a fool.

He was not foolish enough to think that killing young Novel would make Novel vanish into the void.

Cause and effect cannot be reversed.

Since He had already seen Novel in the void, it was destined that He could not kill that guy in the vast realm of cause and effect!

At the very least, it's impossible to kill His past self!
The saying "supernatural powers cannot overcome karma, and karma cannot overcome cause and effect" illustrates this point.

Even if the chosen one carrying the greatsword trained his supernatural powers for another hundred years, and even if he defeated the clone of "Eternal Hunger Claw" with a one in ten thousand chance, he would still be unable to eradicate the karma left by "Eternal Hunger Claw" in this universe.

However, the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" also has its own fears. One is the karma controlled by other gods, and the other is the cause and effect that lies above karma.

If this is the past of the eerie fog.

So no matter what efforts He or the other chaotic gods make, they will ultimately be eliminated as experience points.

Because of the "future" of this universe—

It was decided long ago!
For the chaotic gods who have conquered countless universes, there could be no worse situation.

The enormous rat, hundreds of meters tall, gradually revealed a hint of fear in its murky eyes. It began to regret sending its avatar here!

After all, losing a few believers is nothing to worry about, but if His avatar were to perish here, His loss would require devouring countless universes to make up for it.

Although he didn't know what the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" clone was afraid of, Luo Yan guessed that he had successfully intimidated it.

To be honest, he was a little surprised.

Luo Yan's original expectation was to make the other party mistakenly believe that he was "one of their own" just like when he was in Xuebang, so that they would be lenient or reach some kind of deal... However, he never expected that the other party's first reaction would be fear.

This result isn't so bad.

Just as Luo Yan was pondering how to make the other party back down and whether or not to use the "Myriad Manifestations Butterfly" that was already lying in ambush in the sky to show off his skills, a holy light suddenly pierced through the dark clouds, almost blinding him.

what happened? !

The sky was instantly gilded with gold, freezing the dark clouds. A holy aura instantly covered the persistent howls of the haunting spirits and enveloped the entire battlefield!

Seeing the sky suddenly turn golden and the "birdman" appear in the sky, Luo Yan was completely unprepared and stood there stunned for a moment.

That is……

Angel?

He had always thought 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 caught off guard.

The "Claw of Eternal Hunger," which was frightening itself, was also startled by the light, staggered back a step, and almost fell to the ground.

The thick, long rat tail swung wildly across the battlefield, kicking up clouds of dust and knocking down a large number of stunned ratmen and players.

His eyes grew increasingly terrified, as if his suspicions had been confirmed.

really--

As soon as He swatted away one of the chosen ones, a divine avatar descended!

He had no doubt that even if he slapped this bastard to death, something even more unexpected would happen!
For example, the sun hanging in the sky would hit Him directly on the head!

This world is not worth His investment of more power. Of course, He could tear the passage wider, but it would be meaningless.

Damn Norville—

They tricked him again!
Urgos's clone let out a terrifying scream, which seemed to be a very unpleasant curse, but only he himself could understand it.

Luo Yan didn't know what He was cursing, but he could sense that He wasn't cursing Saint Sith, nor did He seem to be cursing the Mysterious Mist.

Rather, it is something that exists above that.

Perhaps it's fate itself.

With greatsword in hand, Gaunt struggled to his feet. Looking at the golden sky, disbelief also appeared on his face.

Saint Sith above...

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

He had seen it in his dreams before...

Unlike Gaunt, who looked up at the sky, Karen knelt on one knee with a devout expression and offered a heartfelt prayer to the divine child.

no doubt--

Those were angels sent by the Son of God.

So far, only that adult has cast a pitying glance at her and the people behind her.

After all, it couldn't be a pope who didn't even know the name of this land, or a king who stood by and did nothing, who brought this sacred power here, could it?

They are not worthy of controlling this power!

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

Including the citizens of Twilight City.

This also includes Campbellians.

At that moment, Luo Yan, standing on the edge of the battlefield, suddenly realized that his faith power was slowly increasing.

Wait a moment--

What does this have to do with me?
Did I create that angel?!

Luo Yan was well aware of his own strength and guessed that the Holy See must have intervened, using a "strategic weapon" similar to a nuclear strike.

Although the cost is unknown, this thing is indeed very powerful; its holy light suppressed the chaotic aura for a time.

Countless golden rays fell from the giant's body. It gazed majestically at the enormous rat on the ground, then expressionlessly unleashed its divine punishment.

The spear in its hand transformed into a blazing sun, crashing down on the head of the "Gluttonous Rat" under the desperate gaze of countless ratmen!

The "Gluttonous Rats" they revered actually wore an expression of resignation, as if they had given up the struggle...

He cut his losses.

In contrast, His followers were in utter despair.

What is more terrifying than death is the collapse of faith; the great "gluttonous rats" abandoned them!

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

The tragedy of mortals is this: few can truly take control of their own destiny. They can continue to fight, but the gods behind them are no longer willing to add to their stakes.

The divine light pierced through the head of the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" avatar without resistance, leaving a terrifying crater in the ground behind it.

"grumble--!"

The ratmen on the ground screamed and fled. Whether they were slave rats, clan rats, or elite Plaguefang assassins, they all scattered like birds and beasts.

The collapsing swarm of rats was like a flash flood.

Soon they will escape back into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains, bringing the despair of the "Gluttonous Rats'" death back to the carrion clan's lair.

The amount of death they inflicted on the humans of Twilight Province will soon be matched by the backlash and despair they will suffer...

As for those chosen rats from another world, they were all vaporized under the scorching holy light as the enormous rat body slowly collapsed.

They let out unwilling screams, blackish-green smoke billowing from their bodies, and, drawn by karma, drifted towards the black cloud frozen by golden light.

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

However, this time it was not an outward expansion, but a contraction towards the center, just like a retreat signaling the end of an army, as the curtain that covered the sky was removed.

As for the "Holy Spirits" scattered across the battlefield, they gradually lost the soul fire in their pupils under the illumination of the Holy Light, turning into wisps of souls and returning to the place where they set out to fight.

"victory!!!"

Governor Eralik, standing atop the city wall, was the first to roar in victory, followed by a deafening cheer from the walls.

The cheers were deafening.

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

At the Salvation Army's position, Renden, who was kneeling 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 as he looked at the dissipating "Holy Spirits".

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

He seems to have also learned the skill of lying through his teeth.

However, Leiden didn't say anything, he just grinned and accepted the explanation.

The angel standing atop the clouds seemed surprised that victory would come so easily, and for a moment froze in place, having lost its target.

Perhaps the person who summoned it is not here, and cannot issue another command.

Or perhaps it simply understood the principle of "not pursuing a desperate enemy," fearing that it might push Chaos too far, and thus tacitly allowed the evil spirit behind the void to escape.

Anyway, it can't catch up with it.

It is even more impossible to kill Him.

However, although the golden bird-man made no further move, Luo Yan, who was standing on the ground, had a plan.

Looking at the shrinking dark clouds in the sky, he suddenly had a brilliant idea and sent the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" that was lying in ambush in the sky over there.

What lies behind the void?
He suddenly became a little curious.

It wasn't that he was courting death; the main reason was that the shattering of the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" didn't affect him much, and he had done similar things before.

When he first went to the curator's universe, he did so through the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena," at most he just couldn't use a teleportation skill to switch places.

Luo Yan was prepared to disconnect at any time, and controlled the "Myriad Phenomena Butterfly" to fly into the center of the vortex of the black cloud.

Those appeared to be the eyes of the "Claws of Eternal Hunger".

Before He closed His eyes completely, he met His gaze and, unexpectedly, saw panic in His eyes once again.

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

Hmm... Does such a protocol exist between the chaotic realms?

Luo Yan was only surprised for half a second before he firmly affixed the "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena" to it, because Urgos's reaction told him that it worked.

Anyway, he's not Norville, and he didn't sign this inexplicable agreement.

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

"&#%￥!"

A muffled curse echoed from the void, and then, amidst the cheers of victory, the dark cloud vanished with a "bang" into the golden sky.

The inconspicuous butterfly also vanished. It was pulled into the hole leading to the void, along with the twisted and wailing evil spirits.

Standing at the edge of the battlefield, Luo Yan wore a shocked expression.

The world behind the void —

He saw it.

(End of this chapter)