Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Lin Chen flew low over Paris, with endless ruins stretching below.

As night fell, no one noticed him flying in the sky.

Those once magnificent buildings—the Louvre, Notre Dame, and the Pompidou Centre—are now nothing but blackened ruins, like skinned corpses.

The Seine River swelled, submerging low-rise buildings on both banks, and was littered with garbage and bloated animal remains.

The Church of Our Lady of the Seine sits on a small island in the Seine, surrounded by flood control dikes and guarded by numerous patrols, protecting the entire church intact and creating a stark contrast with the ruins outside.

Lin Chen landed on the roof of the church.

A song drifted out from the church, a low, intermittent chant, like some kind of ancient prayer.

In a flash, he was already inside the church.

The interior of the church is more intact than the exterior.

The benches were arranged neatly, and the walls were covered with murals that Lin Chen did not recognize.

A group of believers were worshipping when Lin Chen suddenly appeared, leaving them all stunned.

Just as everyone was about to shout out, they were controlled by Lin Chen's mental suggestion.

Lin Chen walked up to the pastor on the pulpit, placed the translation headset to his ear, and asked, "Where is the messenger?"

The pastor gestured behind him and respectfully replied, "We'll meet the guests in the basement."

Lin Chen looked behind him and saw that there was indeed a passage leading underground, so he put away his headphones and slowly walked down.

After walking up a slightly old spiral staircase and through a long corridor, Lin Chen soon appeared in a secret chamber deep underground, where a strange altar stood in the center.

The tabletop was tilted, its structure defying common sense, and its entire body was shrouded in a strange black light, exuding an indescribable sense of incongruity and eeriness.

Two people, their bodies completely shrouded in black robes, stood on either side of the altar.

Judging from their physiques, the two should be a man and a woman.

Lin Chen sensed a similarly strong aura of divine power emanating from them.

The two looked up at the same time, staring in astonishment at Lin Chen's sudden appearance.

"Easterner, who are you?" The man spoke, his voice hoarse and wary.

Lin Chen frowned, scrutinizing them. This was different from what Evelyn had said.

She clearly told him that there was only one male messenger in Europe. How come there's an extra woman?

He hesitated for a moment, then realized that the divine aura emanating from the two people indicated they were not from the same deity. He asked, "You... are both divine messengers?"

The woman remained silent, clearly unable to understand his language.

The man replied in broken Mandarin, his voice tinged with surprise and doubt: "That's right. You're Chinese? You're also a divine messenger?"

Lin Chen nodded, but when he looked at the woman, he felt something was off, and replied, "Yes, you're Chinese. But I'm not some kind of divine messenger."

The moment the words left his mouth, the two men in black robes froze.

The man suddenly took a step back, his hand pressing on the edge of the altar. Dark red runes emerged from the surface of the altar, spreading in all directions like blood vessels.

The woman spread her arms, looked up at the dome, and her lips moved rapidly, uttering a series of ancient and obscure syllables.

The candlelight in the basement suddenly dimmed, then blazed with a blinding dark red light.

Emerging from countless intricate patterns on the altar, ground, walls, and dome, the air became viscous, and Lin Chen clearly felt his body being bound by a strange force.

"You are not a messenger of God." The man's voice deepened, as if chanting a spell. "Then you are... the god-killer the Lord spoke of!"

The woman's black robe had been lifted. She opened her eyes, her pupils turning a vertical dark red. Her face was covered with dense, dark green scales, and her mouth was split open to her ears, a scarlet tongue protruding from her lips, hissing.

She is not human, she never has been!

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes. No wonder he always felt something was off about this woman!

He drew his Tang sword, and purple light flowed across its blade, dispelling a small patch of the surrounding dark red.

The man pulled a skull from under his black robe. The skull was covered with dark red runes, and two black flames burned in its eye sockets.

The woman then took out a seashell covered with strange patterns, from which green slime seeped out, dripping onto the ground and emitting pungent white smoke.

Without wasting words, Lin Chen charged forward with his knife raised.

The Tang sword aimed straight for the woman's face, and the moment the blade struck, a dark red light screen lit up on the surface of the altar, blocking the attack.

The light curtain trembled violently, but it did not shatter.

At the same time, the man's attack and the woman's attack arrived simultaneously.

The seashell in the woman's hand sprayed out a thick, green liquid with a strong, fishy stench, shooting towards Lin Chen.

A black flame erupted from the skull in the man's hand, silent and still, like a lump of cold ashes, and lunged at Lin Chen from the side.

Lin Chen didn't take the attack head-on; instead, he used spatial teleportation to escape through the gap between the two attacks.

The green liquid fell where he had just stood, instantly corroding the ground and creating a deep, smoking pit that continued to expand.

The black flames crashed against the wall beside them, without exploding or burning. The stone silently melted into a large hole, the edges of which were charred black.

Lin Chen didn't speak, gripped his Tang sword tightly, and attacked again.

He kept flashing between the two, attacking from a different angle each time he appeared, forcing the light screen to flicker constantly, and the runes dimming faster and faster.

He was not afraid of the power of a god who was countless light-years away from Earth. He continued to attack the light barrier with wide-ranging and fierce attacks, without worrying about the depletion of his own divine power!

Ten minutes later, the man's black hat fell off, revealing a gaunt face. He was already covered in sweat and desperately urged the skull to attack Lin Chen. The woman's snake tongue hissed, and green liquid from the shell sprayed out, but it never managed to touch Lin Chen's clothes.

"Impossible! You can't break the light barrier!" the man screamed. "This is a protection bestowed by the Lord himself. He told me that mortals cannot break it!"

"I am not a mortal, I am a god!" Lin Chen's voice came from above them.

The two looked up at the same time.

Lin Chen had already leaped above the two people, holding the Tang sword upside down with the tip pointing downwards, pouring divine power to its limit, and purple light filled the entire basement.

He exerted force with both hands, and the tip of the knife pierced the center of the light screen.

Cracks spread outwards from the tip of the knife in all directions, and the light curtain shattered like glass.

The man was so shocked by the backlash that he coughed up blood, and the skull slipped from his hand and rolled to the corner of the wall.

The woman screamed as the seashell burst open, splashing green juice all over her.

Her skin began to fester, revealing the muscles and bones beneath. Her body twisted and stretched rapidly, tearing her black robe.

A dark green sea serpent as thick as a bucket sprang out from the wreckage, its triangular head held high, its dark red vertical pupils staring intently at Lin Chen.