477 The Many Considerations of The Fool (2/2)
Cherwood Borough, Holy Wind Cathedral.
Terrifying storms that were visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared outside of it, and then they surged towards the east in an unimaginable hurricane.
Whoosh!
The thick, accumulated fog was blown away, and the rich yellow and iron-black colors quickly faded away.
Whoosh!
Dried branches fell to the ground as dust and dirt rose into the air, following the fog into the distance.
Whoosh!
Many of the pedestrians had their hats separate from their heads, and their bodies swayed so much that they had to hold onto trees or walls.
The sailors in the dock area felt as though they had returned to the port city and were witnessing a typhoon.
The smoke in East Borough and the factory district thinned, and the healthy population felt relieved of their slight discomfort.
Boom! Boom!
Lightning leaped and thunder rumbled.
They soon subsided, and a downpour began to cleanse the land.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
”The Church of the Lord of Storms reacted rather quickly this time… It also has to do with us bringing the operation forward and not being fully prepared… Heh heh, those in the middle-class and the tycoons would've shared the same fate in this Great Smog as the commoners if it wasn't for the respective protection they received. They would all be lambs waiting to be slaughtered…” Lady Despair sat on a rental carriage as she leisurely heard the pattering of the rain on the glass windows.
Even though her plans had been ruined in a timely manner, the haze from before had caused more than 20,000 deaths according to her calculations. Furthermore, there would be the subsequent spread of the plague.
With this, I've pretty much digested most of my potion, but this is just a benefit I received as a matter of convenience… With large numbers of the population being wiped out, all this points to the Aurora Order and to the True Creator; no one could guess what the royal family really plans on doing… It's time I leave, along with the True Creator… Lady Despair thought while in a good mood.
Her whereabouts were kept secretive, and she had taken care of everything beforehand; therefore, she didn't have to worry about being surrounded by Backlund's demigods at all.
By the time they found traces of her, she would already be far away from the city!
Just as the Lady Despair was about to leave the carriage, her vision blurred and she saw a figure appear before her.
The figure sat across her. It was a young woman in a hooded classical robe, with black eyes and hair, and a beautiful but dull face.
…
After throwing out the Master Key, Klein held Azik's copper whistle, then he held his breath and waited for the results.
If things failed to develop as he imagined, with the altar's barrier remaining intact, he planned on using Azik's copper whistle to see if he could get any help from the messenger.
If that still failed, he would go above the gray fog and use all the items like the Dark Emperor card. He had to attempt every possibility until the very last second!
At this very moment, there was no crimson moon, let alone a clear full moon since it was afternoon. Therefore, Klein didn't have enough confidence in the curse contained within the Master Key, and he only hoped that the disintegration effects of the altar's barrier would threaten its very existence and cause it to react instinctively, such as communicating with Mr. Door in reverse and transmitting its cry for help to ”Him.”
In just a second or two, Klein saw the Master Key disintegrate into the smallest particles of light and an illusory, distorted crimson.
The crimson quickly faded as it struggled and then suddenly exploded!
In an instant, Klein lost his sense of hearing. He saw the countless figures formed from resentment and indignation all raise their heads and scream.
They rapidly transformed, tinged with a blackish-green, and grew a second skull, a third eye, or even a fifth leg…
They converged into a torrent and surged into Mr. A's body.
Mr. A suddenly opened his eyes, shock and disbelief evident amidst his indifferent blood-red eyes.
Soon after, the radiant layer of light surrounding the altar warped and collapsed.
Boom!
A huge explosion spread out from the center of the altar, setting off a terrifying storm.
Crack! The four thick stone pillars closest to the blast instantly crumbled, and the distant Klein only had enough time to duck and roll before he was sent flying by the shockwave.
Bam!
He hit the wall, flattened into a thin sheet of paper.
The subsequent wind quickly tore apart that thin piece of paper, scattering it in every direction.
Klein himself appeared in the corner, using the walls to withstand the ensuing shockwave.
The destruction caused by the Master Key exceeded his imagination!
The curse that had been forcibly melted away really did have an instinctive reaction, as it transmitted Mr. Door's roar, and the voice of this forsaken entity, who was at least at the level of an angel, contaminated the resentment and numbed the despair needed for the ritual. As a result, the altar lost its balance and embarked on a path of self-destruction!
The moment the blast calmed down a little, Klein rushed out to confirm the results.
The illusionary figure and oppressive feeling in the air had already vanished, leaving behind scattered remnants of the altar.
Mr. A had his body leaning forward as he knelt by a collapsed pillar. He was missing an arm, half a face, and a number of organs. His remaining eye was filled with bone-deep hatred.
However, his wounds were quickly covered with squirming flesh.
After that single glance, Klein didn't hesitate to run.
For him, he had achieved the ultimate goal of foiling the True Creator's descent. If he didn't leave now, was he, a Sequence 6, going to share a dinner with the Shepherd, Mr. A, to welcome the new year?