1149 Escape (1/2)
When Audrey and company below the platform saw this scene, it was as if they were admiring a large magic show. For a moment, no one realized what had happened.
A few seconds later, the scene started to turn disorderly. Amidst screams, the king's guards all rushed up the platform.
The Cabinet ministers and the House of Lords nobles subconsciously sought a place to hide, or they mustered their courage to follow the guards to check the scene.
Audrey looked on in a daze. She wasn't too surprised, but she felt that it was surreal.
If Mr. World paid strong attention to someone, it meant that they were being watched by Mr. Fool. And to date, none of Mr. Fool's goals had failed.
This was the will of a deity.
In the other municipal square in Backlund, Melissa, Benson, and company also heard the explosion before realizing that the king's speech had come to an abrupt stop.
After a moment of silence, people began to turn rowdy as they began breaking out into a discussion amidst hushed whispers.
Fear of the unknown and fear of the future slowly occupied their hearts.
…
In the outskirts of Backlund, inside Ruins No. 1.
George III's mind was a blur. ”He” felt something that couldn't be resisted inside ”His” body as a volcano of extreme madness erupted in his mind. It was changing ”His” body while distorting everything around ”Him.”
Indistinctly, ”He” saw a huge black throne, one which ”He” was sitting on. ”He” wore an emperor's crown, looking down upon the real world with great pride. ”He” had rein over his subjects, and ”He” was equal to the deities.
”He” reached out ”His” hand in an attempt to grab this future, but countless curses and attacks of unknown origins kept striking ”Him.” It prevented ”Him” from touching that future.
”No…”
George III's hand, which had faded, hung in midair as ”His” consciousness tore apart as ”His” body mutated completely.
Trissy, who had been reduced to a blob of flesh and blood, enveloped that shadow of order using her countless thick snake hair.
Boom!
In the outside world, in the area corresponding to Ruins No. 1, large amounts of dust were stirred up into the sky like the thickest of smog.
Boom!
The area became a humongous crater that was connected to the Tussock River, opening up an inlet for the river water to rush in.
Rumble!
High up in the sky, lights dimmed as a storm containing immense horror enveloped the area.
Further away on a mountain peak, two figures watched this scene without anyone speaking a word.
They were the Demoness of Unaging Katarina, who was wearing a pure white robe, and the pale, hooded Red Angel evil spirit.
After two seconds, Saintess of White Katarina sighed softly and said, ”The reason we wanted to find her was because Primordial told us that she has strong inclinations towards self-destructing.”
The Red Angel evil spirit listened silently as ”His” expression twisted slightly.
”I know who interfered with my response.”
Katarina thought of various answers, but she couldn't be sure. Ultimately, she chose to remain silent.
The Red Angel evil spirit slowly said a word, ”Evernight.”
After a pause, ”He” suppressed ”His” emotions and added, ”Otherwise, I would've long found Trissy Cheek.”
Without waiting for Katarina to respond, the Red Angel evil spirit turned around and left.
…
In another ruin, a hint of joy flashed past Klein's eyes when he saw the secret mausoleum collapse and spill out copious amounts of blood. But it was ephemeral because he had to turn his attention back to his situation.
With George III's ritual failing and him not becoming Black Emperor, it meant that his goal had been achieved. What followed next was to escape!
At that moment, while the mausoleum's destruction didn't have any significant impact, Reinette Tinekerr followed ”Her” agreement with Klein, and she didn't stay any longer. ”She” first entered the spirit world and fled deep inside it.
The power ”She” borrowed from ”Herself” was coming to an end!
The maintenance of the beautiful, concealment angel had already reached Klein's limits. After it transformed into a strange world, it naturally disappeared.
Inside the half-collapsed ruin, Klein faced the arm of Abomination Suah, Hermes from an ancient time, Emperor Roselle's projection, William Augustus I's projection, and the Angel of Light projection, as well as the thunder that pointed at an unknown location. Anyone of them had the ability to easily kill him.
And for him to summon a Historical Void projection at the angel level wasn't something that could succeed within a few attempts.
Without any hesitation, Klein's body turned incorporeal as he attempted to hide in the Historical Void.
At this moment, a vortex suddenly appeared in the grayish-white fog in his vision. It was made up of countless transparent maggots that extended out transparent and slippery tentacles.
Zaratul!
Zaratul's actual body had appeared!
”He” had been waiting in the Historical Void for Klein!
At that moment, Klein's action of entering the Historical Void could no longer be reversed. All he could do was watch helplessly as he was pulled in by the vortex and thrown into the center!
He wanted to snap his fingers and ignite another paper crane, but he realized that no flames could rise up there.