Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Allen's face flushed bright red, suppressing his anger, "Continue."

The clerk continued, "As for Saint Grace, Grand Master Sig said he was very grateful for your insistence on recognizing Saint Grace as belonging to the Seven Seas, which has made an indelible contribution to the average intelligence of the Seven Seas, especially the high-ranking members."

Allen slammed his fist on the table and said, "I'm not here to listen to him swear. Get to the point!"

The clerk coughed repeatedly to cover it up, and said, "Grand Master Sig said that he has taken full control of the Valon affairs. He will not interfere too much in the Gem Island Chain and the Council of Six. He is only here to deal with Valon. Uh, he also said that you'd better not expect any god to send down blessings to change the status quo. He advised you to have less wishful thinking and more focus on reality."

Allen immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, and the expressions of the other councilors beside him also changed slightly.

Even the arrogant old Eric, who had been so haughty just moments before, pursed his dry lips and remained silent.

With Saint Engard involved in Wallonia's affairs, it's really not a good idea for them to continue.

—Saint Grace is the protector of the land of the seven seas.

Normally, they can bully the Silver Knights who follow the path of the Holy Grail because they are honest people. They can do things without telling anyone or even do them first and ask questions later, because the Silver Knights are really easy to bully.

But once Valon descends upon the material world, they stand alongside Valon, and the Silver Knights' blades and bullets don't care whether the beings in front of them are humans or spirits; they simply run them over as if they were speed bumps.

As for Vona in the deep sea.

She was well aware of this rule, so she only acted as a server cluster for the Gem Island Chain, at most serving as a deterrent force, never interfering with the operation of the Gem Island Chain, nor would she go so far as to run for office or anything like that.

Therefore, as the deep sea was already churning with turbulent currents, Valon, crowned with a crown, was fiercely waging its final battle against the cursed chains.

Voona, who was watching with great interest from a short distance away, suddenly erased all traces of her existence, turning into a string of bubbling bubbles, like boiling water.

At the instant the bubbles boiled, the seawater, stretching for thousands of kilometers, was suddenly split apart vertically. A gilded axe-spear transformed into a dazzling golden rainbow, swiftly slicing through the seawater and passing through the location where Vona was.

The golden spearhead, without pausing, pierced through the crown of Walloon like a long nail through the boiling seawater.

The axe blade swiftly sliced ​​through Valon's viscous, gelatinous body, and cracks immediately spread across his massive, shadowy skin.

But Valon did not die; instead, he struggled even more violently. As the axe blade cleaved through his body, it finally broke free of the silver cursed chains.

Long, black threads, like fibers or tendons, unraveled within his body, forming a cocoon that enveloped the silver crown.

Vona, who was just erasing her traces and hiding, suddenly widened her eyes and silently exclaimed, "My spirit! Damn it! My authority! You liar who toyed with my feelings!"

Splash!

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"How come you're all so fast..."

Chapter 478 The Death of Valon

Both Valon and Vona knew that Sieg would come sooner or later, but the difference was that Valon's authority was related to "calamity" and "reversal," and he was very sensitive to the arrival of crisis.

Vona's authority is closely tied to "dissemination" and "circulation." She knows that Sieg will definitely come, but she has no idea when or how he will come.

Therefore, Valon ran faster than Vona. He directly abandoned most of the spirituality of his body, retaining only the most core part and his authority—symbolized by the crown—and fled swiftly.

Vona followed closely behind, relentlessly chasing after her while grumbling all the way.

"Valon! You ungrateful bastard!"

"As expected, after spending too much time in the material world, I've been led astray by those humans. I actually have the unrealistic expectation that you bunch of idiot spirits would keep your promises!"

"Don't even think about running! I'll follow you wherever you go, and if you dare stop for even a second, I'll call the police on St. Enggard!"

—Buzz!

—Buzz buzz buzz!

Valon is an ancient god from seven thousand years ago, and has been locked in the deep sea year after year, so he doesn't know a common language. But the vibrations of his voice allow any living being to understand his meaning flawlessly, without the slightest error or ambiguity. This is also an endowment of spiritual beings.

The communicative entities in the deep sea are largely like this, much like the people of all nations before the Tower of Babel collapsed in mythology. Just as the Tower of Babel in mythology was built upwards, the things in the deep sea grow downwards.

No one knows how long they chased each other; Valon was like a headless fly, bumping around aimlessly in the deep sea.

Thousands of years later, the environment of the deep sea was very different from what it was back then. It was full of all sorts of messy things. It first crashed into a nightmare 7000 meters deep, then was hit by a heavy cargo ship at sea, rolled out of the nightmare in a daze, and then siphoned seawater and swallowed several unlucky spirits.

But as soon as the unfortunate spirit was swallowed, there was a strange spirit that looked like a human but was not a transformed spirit. As the spirit was corrupted by its spirituality, the spirit's structure was damaged, and traces of ritual appeared.

These rituals were all methods He had never seen before, and there were even some small rituals for monitoring purposes. However, the methods were so complex that they surpassed those of the saints He had seen in the past. Valon hurriedly vomited everything out, shook off the relentless pursuit of Vona, and headed in the direction he wanted to go.

7000m, 6000m, 3000m, 1000m...

Voona, burning with rage, was guessing that Valon would rise directly to the material world when the slime suddenly turned and charged straight towards—

Her sanctuary?

It was a square dwelling that looked like a matchbox. It had no door, but a lifting platform hung outside, with steel cables pulling the platform steadily into the deep sea.

Vona was stunned for a moment, but she didn't have time to think much before she saw Valon about to dive into her sanctuary.

This absurd reality left even her spirit momentarily stunned.

After being stunned for a moment, she came to her senses and was about to reinforce the sanctuary, intending to completely seize Valon, dismember him, and take away his power and spirituality, when a deep, dark, and secretly flowing sea odor, unique to the deep sea below the critical layer, rose up.

Something's not right, absolutely not right.

Her sacred place is 300 meters underwater, which is practically at the edge of human reach. It's impossible for her to possess such an aura.

Walloon doesn't have it either; Walloon is constantly trapped at a depth of 10000 meters underwater, so it's impossible for it to produce such an aura.

Vona suddenly realized, "No, inside my sanctuary!"

But before she could even enter the sanctuary to explore it further, she noticed that the ceiling, or rather the ground floor, walls, elevator platform, and floor above the sanctuary, which was not far from the shimmering water, all had cracks, making it look as if it had only been built recently.

The ability to inflict such a wound on the Sanctuary—whether inflicted internally or externally—chilled a chill down Vona's spine.

The sanctuary is the kingdom of God, and is invincible.

However, this is on the premise that there are gods in the divine kingdom; without gods, the sanctuary and the nightmare are not much different.

The crack was widening, creaking and groaning. Instead of seawater seeping in, tiny tendrils were protruding from within.

After noticing Vona's presence.

—Click!

Her tentacles smashed through the wall, and one after another, large, colorful bubbles with tiny tails squeezed out of her sanctuary. Then, one after another, small lobsters with black and gold scales tumbled and crawled out of the crack.

Vona vaguely saw that the scene of her office in her sanctuary had disappeared, replaced by chaos, with scattered fragments of information, like meteorites in the universe, streaking across the chaotic void.

The two thieves who entered the sanctuary, like Fatty Jin, fell into a coma and were weakened in spirit.

Valon had completely vanished, leaving only a silver crown and a spirit whale chewing at an extremely slow pace.

Voona found it difficult to describe the whale's appearance. Even when observing her own sanctuary, she could only see a small part of the giant whale, such as its dark golden eye shadows or its fin bones that rose up like mountains.

Judging solely from spiritual power, it's estimated to be at the human Sequence 3 level. Like Valon, it's a pure numerical warrior, but its numerical power is even stronger than Valon's.

After Valon shed its tail to survive, it would be remarkable if it could even reach Sequence 5.

No wonder...

She didn't even know how this thing managed to get itself into her sanctuary.

From the smooth top of the whale's head, a cloud of water mist rapidly spewed from its nostrils, and a shimmering silver crown flew into the hands of the remaining little thief.

The remaining surviving thief, dressed in a priest's robe, had her bright red ponytail dim in the chaos. She sat on the forehead of a giant frog carrying countless eggs, as if standing on a mountain peak, with the eggs behind her resembling low-lying peaks.

—Its spirituality is also very strong but very mixed, around Sequence 3, but it did not establish a sanctuary. Instead, it is burdened with a lot of nightmares, some of which exist in history, and others that Vona has never even heard of.

She is the spirit born from the Silver Castle financial city; news from all over the world converges in her, and the history she has never heard of exists in only a few possibilities.

Voona looked at the egg follicles on the frog's back in disbelief, then looked at Vera.

Vera, looking completely bewildered, clutched the crown and stared at the whale. "Why are you giving it to me?"

boom!boom!

The whale sneezed twice, spraying water mist from its head.

"Should I put it on?"

The whale sprayed another ring of water mist.

“Wearing it is no problem,” Vera said, gesturing as she spoke, “but how am I supposed to get up there? I can’t just turn into a spirit in the sea with you all, can I?”

Vera's voice had barely faded when...

A colorful bubble, trailing a tiny tail, like a tadpole draped in rainbow colors, flew to Vona's side.

With a "bang," the bubble burst.

Vona, as if waking from a dream, immediately expelled all the humans from the sanctuary.

After the humans in her sanctuary were kicked out of the material world, the whale and frog first became illusory, then their outlines became blurred, and finally they turned into bubbles in the void, leaving only a mixed and chaotic aura.

Vona recalled the nightmare of the frog carrying follicles on its back, and vaguely said, "Is this the origin of Solomon's seventy-two pillars? And then there's Sulph..."

Chapter 479 The Father of All Things Has Really Descended!

As Vera brought Tia's animal companions, three bells rang in the gilded square, and the sky gradually brightened.

Although the city hall's marble archways and temple-like corridors were reduced to ruins, the gilded sailboat statue in the square also bore the marks of the explosion.

But on the streets leading to the gilded square in all directions, outside the police cordon, there were temporary platforms made of wooden crates that had been erected early in the morning. Citizens who had come early stood on the platforms and looked up at the gilded sailboat statue, waving small colorful flags and cheering.

The coachmen also picked up a large number of passengers early in the morning, all heading to the Gilded Square.

Although it was still early, nearly a thousand people had already gathered around the Gilded Square. Some were carrying small colorful flags, some were carrying candles and crosses, and some had even bought a book in Arabic script from a bookstore and joined the pilgrimage without even reading the contents.

Most of them were novice believers in Wallonia. They woke up early in the morning and found that they had all experienced the "grace of dreams," which they considered to be some kind of unknowable miracle. They then connected the two events to the explosion that occurred in the Gilded Square the previous night.

As for why the bombing is related to the dream, forget about it. The fact that they happened together suggests some kind of omen. Maybe the Council of Six was just too stupid, and the Father of All Things sent down divine lightning to eliminate the evil!

At first, people came to the gilded square in twos and threes, but then more and more people came, and eventually even the unbelievers were swayed and went there in person.

The remaining people in the crowd were true believers who knew of the existence of Wallon, plainclothes police officers from the Council of Six who rushed in to maintain order, priests from St. Engard, and even some secret cultists.

Those true believers who already knew of Valon's existence also stood on the high platform, waving colorful flags and loudly proclaiming Valon's greatness and miracles. They took the opportunity to spread their privately compiled doctrines, and claimed that He was the left hand of the Father of all things, the angel who calmed the storm, the uncle of the oak tree in the earth of the sixth God, and the maternal uncle of the king of the fourth God.

The plainclothes officers mostly came from the Religious Security Department, which belonged to the Council of Six. The Council of Six and these Walloon believers did not have a good relationship, as they represented "two separate lines," and the Walloon believers hated the Council of Six more than the Gem Island Chain. They would definitely arrest them if they encountered them.

But now the plainclothes officers looked relieved, completely indifferent, only responsible for maintaining order, and even looked at the believers on the stage with some pity.

The affairs of Walloon have been taken over by Saint Enggard, and no matter how capable Walloon is, he cannot escape being imprisoned again.

The cultists come here to stir up trouble, learn from the new experiences of the Walloons, improve their own core doctrines, enhance their proselytizing abilities and oratory skills, keep up with current events, and strive for their respective gods.

Meanwhile, in the nooks and crannies of the crowd, priests from St. Engadine gradually joined in, partly to learn about the enemy's characteristics through the on-site missionary activities of the Walloon believers, and partly to eliminate any spies or monsters who had infiltrated the area.

The Langhilde family wasn't originally required to be involved in this matter, but Sif had previously made a deal with Tia, using the Shrike to intimidate old Eric.

Old Eric was already uneasy about his involvement in the religious transformation of Wallonia, and Sif, with her fatherly affection and filial piety, threatened him with Saint Enggard, so he allowed Sif to mobilize the family's resources to cooperate with Saint Enggard's actions.

Shami and Sif also arrived at the scene and hid in the crowd as Carter instructed.

Xia Mi asked cautiously, "M-Mr. Crow, how many is this?"

"Thirty-one members of the Walloon Cult, one bishop! Hiccup! Two from the Truth Cult, two from the Thorn Rose Garden, two from the Holy Cross, and a whole bunch more whose names I can't recall, hiccup!"

Shrike, drunk, lay sprawled on Shami's head and commanded, "Charge! Shami! Show these cultists what's what, and if you win, I'll make you Saint Vincent!"

“I… but I can’t win. There are so many cultists here! And there’s a sixth-order bishop. Even if Sif comes, it won’t work. We have to wait for the priests of Saint Engard to arrive…”

Xia Mi glanced at her sister Sif with trepidation.

Sif wasn't particularly scared, but simply reminded him, "We should wait a bit, brother."

"Otherwise, if you were caught by cultists in a situation like this, being taken for human experimentation would be the least of your worries. If you were used as a vessel by an evil god, oh my god!"

Xia Mi said nervously, "Don't scare me!"

Xia Mi had just taken a few steps back in fear when she bumped into a shirtless, burly man dressed as a fisherman. Before she could apologize, a thunderous applause suddenly rang out in her ears. Many people waved colorful flags and cheered with flushed faces, seemingly not caring if they shouted themselves hoarse.

The cultist on the stage was over sixty years old, with a long beard that dragged on the ground. He wore a hood and carried a rattan cane, looking like an ancient sage or wizard from a story. His attire was exceptionally convincing.

But what is even more convincing is the multiple rituals surrounding him—loud speeches, life affinity, kindness, and the allure of humanity.

He raised his cane and enthusiastically extended his hand, saying, “The inspiration of the Father of all has come! This inspiration has come to each and every one of us! The great and awesome day of judgment is near! The God of mercy, grace and compassion, God of hosts, who appears in thunder and storms—Valon—has come!”

"He will judge with his own hand. He will not judge unjustly, nor will he show favoritism to the poor or the powerful, but will judge the world in righteousness. The righteous will live into the kingdom of heaven, while the wicked will perish and be condemned to hell. Do not disbelieve—"

"For He has revealed the kingdom of heaven in the dreams of mankind through the voice of the Father of all things. Ask your brothers and your neighbors, and you will know that such things have happened!"

"Now all who believe in him should do good. All who sail on the sea should not hide their faces from those in distress; all who trade should not cheat for profit; all neighbors should live in peace with one another; all parents and children should be tolerant of one another—for this is his will! Do not waste your time following vanity; do not squander your possessions so that your families go hungry; do not follow idols, for he does not dwell in any image carved by human hands, nor in any material thing. Having foretold the kingdom of heaven in your minds and thoughts, he will also judge sin with fire in your minds and thoughts!"