791 Saboteurs (1/2)

The sky that was always pale and lifeless, the black, white, and gray environment that was dead and quiet, and the rotten undead creatures that wandered everywhere, were the greatest features of the World of Souls.

In this place, the Dark Mountain Range that stretched from the southwest to the northeast was somehow broken into three sections. Some mountains were on top of other mountains, overlapping each other as if they were doing acrobatics. The dark and gray trees also existed, but they were utterly lifeless and looked like coffins.

The famous space gaps of the Dark Mountain Range had also been reflected, but they were joined in the sky and stabbed into the ground, serving as the ”end of the world” on the other side of the mountains. As Silver Moon Alterna twisted the space, the World of Souls was affected too.

At a certain corner of the chaotic reflection of the Dark Mountain Range, where enormous trees enshrouded everything, a complicated and strange magic circle had appeared at some point. The silver magic patterns that extended toward the underground world and the void were mixed with some symbols of divine powers. Together, they constituted the magic circle that was flowing nonstop like a ball.

Watching those magic patterns and divine symbols wander in the void in a strange but rhythmic way, Lucien felt that his head was as dizzy as when he read legendary classes on ”Astrology and Elements”, except that he calmed himself down and stabilized his soul easily this time.

Fernando, whose red magic robe dangled on the ground, stared at the magic circle with lightning bouncing in his eyes. He said in a low voice, ”Is it really fine?”

He did not specify what he was asking, but his focus and the current environment undoubtedly suggested that he was asking about the magic circle for demigod advancement.

”There shouldn't be a problem.” Lucien did not give an affirmative reply, because nobody was 100% confident about such things. ”If things do not go as we planned, we will immediately abort the operation and return to Allyn.”

Fernando lowered his eyes and covered the silver arcs of light in it. ”We've spent a long time in the World of Souls preparing for the magic circle. Now that all the preparations are done, let's begin.”

”Alright.” Lucien nodded his head and cleaned his black bow-tie. He then took out the silver Moon Timer, which was full of mechanical beauty. After the cover of the watch was opened, the environment was immediately covered in the mysterious and unpredictable changes of time.

After checking the time, Lucien closed the Moon Timer, but this time, instead of putting the Moon Timer in the pocket of his waistcoat, he simply stuffed it into his black double-breasted suit with the silver chain.

Then, Lucien took off the black double-breasted suit that the Robe of Grand Arcanists turned into, the Congus Ring, the Holm Crown Ring, the Snow Medal, the monocle, and all the other magic items, before he slowly walked to the center of the magic circle ”nakedly”.

After helping Lucien to gather those magic items, Fernando looked at him in a white shirt and a yellow waistcoat and said in a low voice, ”Watch out.”

Lucien nodded. He took out many magic gems and filled them into the empty holes in the magic circle as the power source for the initialization. Then, he would make use of the power of the World of Souls, as well as the power generated by the power of faith and the power of feelings.

The brilliant or quiet magic gems were embedded into the holes of the magic circle, making the spherical circle that was mysterious and amazing in the first place even more colorful and dreamy.

Lucien extended his right hand and pressed the rising stone platform at the center. He then opened his mouth and let out the remote voices that carried the air of the passage of time.

Then, the stone platform burst out the brightest brilliant that flowed to every location in the magic circle along the lines. The magic gems were lit one after another, and all the mysterious symbols arose.

The whole magic circle was brighter and brighter. At this moment, from the magic patterns that stretched into the ground, illusionary and dark water slowly flowed out.

The hundreds of square kilometers around were immediately contaminated by the aura of arrogance, greed, hate, jealousy, pain, lust, and hypocrisy, exactly like the most desperate and negative feelings in everybody's heart. Even though their bodies were still alive, their souls had already sunk into hell!

Right when the negative feelings that represented the primeval devils emerged, sacred and hollow songs and hymns echoed in midair, and the pure light that looked like little angels poured along the symbols of divine power that extended into the void. They were so solemn and lofty that the sky within hundreds of kilometers was like paradise on earth!

If one were to listen more carefully, they would hear that what was being praised was the great God of Steam, the dominator who mastered the boundaries of life and death and Atlantis on earth.

Those spots of light gradually turned into an image in midair. It was a bald dwarf; a bald dwarf with admirable air and creepy patterns on his head.

Bolts of lightning were launched from the head of this ”Yuri” like mental waves and crawled into the void.

In Dumute, Heit, the God of Craftsmen, suddenly froze into a statue. He was covered in the brightness of godhood that other people could not see, and the statue of a bald Yuri surfaced inside his body!

He had thought that he could steal the power of faith from Lucien, the ”God of Steam”, after learning the secrets of Yuri's statue, but at the critical moment, he became an energy source and provided the power of faith of a whole country of dwarfs!

Inside the World of Souls, the ”paradise” in the sky and the ”hell” on the ground surged toward each other the moment they appeared as if they were sworn enemies. As a result, half of the spherical magic circle was covered in holy and overwhelming white, and the other turned into the corrupt, devastating blackness.

Entangling each other, they rushed toward Lucien who was at the center!

Lucien was about to be penetrated by the power of faith and the power of feelings when a hollow and distant hymn suddenly came over from the sky. A sacred, magnificent pillar of light hit the center of the spherical magic circle where Lucien was at!

In the high sky, a seven-floored mountain of light almost appeared concretely, and the faces of the angels were clearly visible. Standing before the projection of Mountain Paradise was a gray-haired old man, who looked gentle and peaceful and was holding a platinum staff.