Chapter 141: To the Destined Banquet
"The law is calling me."
On a night in Backlund, Amon sat on the roof of a building, staring at the bright starry sky.
"The law of aggregation is taking effect. Could it be Pales? Or... His monocle flashed a cold light, reflecting the fuzzy virtual image at the top of the spiritual world.
"... Could it be Sefirah Castle?"
His gaze moved back to reality, to the endless starry sky. In his eyes, the dark night sky was not beautiful. Instead, it was filled with countless, extremely tiny cracks, like a glass curtain full of holes.
Outside the curtain, a giant face of indescribable horror was pressed against the invisible curtain. He recognized it; it was the face of the Master of Fate.
"Thinking back, if I can't eat Antigonus and Belit, it seems like swallowing you would be a good idea." He licked his tongue and showed a greedy smile, "It must be delicious."
As if it had sensed Amon's covetous gaze, the extraterrestrial being named [Ring of Fate] also cast its gaze towards Amon.
Even though they were separated by the thickness of the night sky, Amon seemed to be able to sense the tangible sight of the [Ring of Fate].
Maybe it was an illusion, maybe not, Amon could sense a sneer in that look.
"Do you think it's ridiculous for me, who is not even a true god, to covet you?" Amon adjusted his monocle. "Yes, even gods are nothing in front of you."
"However, God of Fate, I have always wanted to ask you a question," Amon stood up and looked up at the night sky. "Since you are in charge of [Fate], you must know the answer to this question, right?"
"Is the reason you covet this world due to your desire to dominate adjacent pathways, or is it actually due to the [fate] of extraordinary aggregation?"
"Fate is fluctuating," Will Ausetin opened his eyes in the dark wasteland, "What a pure desire...what a feeling of [hunger]."
"It's like a monster has emerged from the river of destiny, trying to drink up all the water in the river of destiny.
General. "
"[Primal Hunger]?" Will narrowed his eyes.
"No, not strong enough. It's like being suppressed by something, as if the endless feast has been stopped by force."
"[Box of the Old Days]?"
"The Aurora Society brought that here."
"It's quite appropriate," He laughed.
Come, "It is really appropriate and interesting for the insatiable gourmet to rush to the blood-stained banquet."
"What a pity! If possible, I would also like to attend this banquet."
Will fell silent, staring at the false starry sky above the dark wasteland.
The starry sky dissipated under Will's gaze, revealing an endless river of mercury.
That is the long river of fate, or rather, that is the embodiment of fate in the eyes of the [Snake of Fate].
Faintly, Will saw the shadow of a milky white dice looming in the depths of the endless river.
The illusory dice spun rapidly, and the number stopped at 1, as if it was cursing Will.
"It's useless." "He" narrowed his eyes. "Your real body is not here, and I am in the state of reincarnation. Even if you are the [Uniqueness], you cannot interfere with me in the slightest."
"You are mocking me again...Dice of Probability...You are mocking me again...
"What are you trying to tease me about this time?"
"Is it mocking me for not having a body and being unable to attend the feast? Or is it mocking me for not having ended the cycle of fate and being so weak?"
"Or are you just showing off and I can't swallow you now?"
As if to confirm Will's last words, the probability dice rolled again, this time it was 6.
point.
"Haha.....Your temper is as bad as ever, and as infuriating as ever."
Will's eyes focused, dispelling the phantom of the probability dice, leaving only a long river of mercury.
God gazed at the endless mercury-colored lineThe river, recalling the shock I felt when I first saw this long river.
"Teacher, if you were still alive, would you have waited for the opportunity to accommodate [uniqueness]?" Will murmured to himself.
"You waited from the Second Age to the Fourth Age. If you could really wait until today in the Fifth Age, you should have waited for that opportunity, right?"
"The banquet is about to begin. There are still two days left," Emlyn sat on the roof of the Harvest Church, staring towards the northwest, "the banquet is about to begin."
"You seem to care a lot about the banquet, Father White," a voice came from behind, causing Emlyn to look back, "Are you pitying the innocent lives that will be affected?"
"Why are you on the roof, old man?" Emlyn stood up and looked at Bishop Ultravsky behind him. "Aren't you awake at night?"
"During the time I was at sea, I had long since gotten used to not being able to sleep," Ultravsky looked towards the Intis Embassy, "and had long since gotten used to the pitch-black darkness."
"No matter what, I am also a Beyonder. Of course I care about the things that are spreading like wildfire throughout Backlund's Beyonder circle."
"Old man," Emlyn pondered for a moment and asked, "You are from Feysac, you must be more familiar with the officials there than I am."
"Do you think that Feysac will send someone to attend the banquet?"
"If Feysac really sends someone to the banquet, it must be for Ambassador Kneo," Ultravsky said without hesitation, "Although there will be a marriage, the Einhorn family and the Soran family are still enemies."
"What about you vampires?" Ultravsky asked, "Will the vampires be interested in this banquet?"
"The vampires have no interest in the banquet itself," Emlyn recalled what Marquis Nibais said a few days ago, "but they are very interested in the Rose School that came here."
"Everyone knows that on the day of the banquet, the Rose School will send out its top leaders to hunt down Gehrman Sparrow. The elders in the clan are very interested in the visitor."
"When the time comes, there will definitely be a fierce battle."
"A banquet has touched the hearts of all of Backlund," the giant bishop sat down and sighed, "Ask yourself, when I was Vice Admiral Dusk, I didn't have the courage to come to the banquet."
"If Gehrman Sparrow dares to come to the banquet, I will toast him regardless of whether he lives or dies."
"Do you need me to make you a drink?" Emlyn laughed. "As a [Potion Master], I can make you the most perfect drink, right?"
Ultravsky laughed and took out a bottle of wine from somewhere.
"Then have a drink."
"Okay," Emlyn took out a wine glass from somewhere, "have a drink."
"To the coming feast."142: Banquet Guests
"Mr. Ambassador."
Inside the Intis Embassy, the deputy reported respectfully to Kneo.
"All five invitations to the banquet have been mailed out. I believe they have been delivered to the invitees by now. Only the sixth invitation bundle, which is to Gehrman Sparrow, has not been mailed out yet."
"You don't need to send out the sixth invitation," Kneo grinned. "Put up a table in the most conspicuous place at the main entrance of the embassy and put the invitation on the table."
"Then our host of the banquet will be able to get the invitation easily."
After saying that, Kneo looked at the embassy's logistics manager, who looked a little frightened.
"The restaurant's seats and tableware are all set.
"No problem, sir," the person in charge said quickly, "besides that, the decorations, dishes, and a series of other useful and useless details have all been arranged. All that's left is for the guests to be seated."
"Very good." Kneo laughed, "Very good.....23 hours left...
"Seven seats, six invitations, sincerely invite everyone to join the banquet...
"Let's get started…
Witch Cult, Inside the Base
A low-ranking witch handed over an envelope and presented the letter to [White Witch] Katarina and [Lieutenant General of Disease] Tracy.
Tracy opened the envelope and took out the package inside. After just one glance, her eyes widened immediately.
"You are cordially invited..." She read out the words one by one, "[Lt. General of Disease] Tracy Pellet, to attend the banquet hosted by the Intis Embassy at 7:30 this Saturday evening."
"We are honored to invite you to be one of the six guests... Admission by invitation only... Admission time: 7:30 pm to 8 pm
"Crazy..." Tracy threw the letter to Katarina, "That Hunter is simply crazy!!"
"What a joke..... actually at the banquet
Sending invitations less than 24 hours after the opening... Catalina also glanced at the invitation, her face livid, "This has disrupted everything we have planned."
"There are four more guests, who will they be?!"
"That's not the point!!" Tracy shouted. "The point is whether I should go or not?!"
Teeth, eyes wavering, "This...
"How about...I need to ask for your urgent instructions first.
"Sincerely, Beth Andrera
Beth held the invitation with her eyes wide open, filled with confusion.
"You invited me to a banquet?" he muttered in a low voice, "Do you think I've lost my usefulness and want to use this opportunity to get rid of me?"
"No, it's impossible. This method of handling is too easy to circumvent. As long as I don't go to the banquet, even if the Intis Embassy is blown up in the Demigod War, it has nothing to do with me."
"What kind of conspiracy is this [conspirator] weaving?" After saying this, he closed his eyes.
"Well, let me see what you have up your sleeve."
"Sincerely invite you, Ambassador of Feysac to Loen, Xi Yan
"What does this mean?" In the Feysac Embassy, Ambassador Hiran held the invitation and narrowed his eyes. "Invite me to a banquet?"
"Perhaps Kneo Soren has noticed us
"You'd better not come to the banquet," said the giant-like demigod of the Church of the God of War.
"Yes," said the Einhorn family.
The demigod also echoed, "You are only Sequence 7. The standard of this invitation is too high for you. If you go rashly, you may not come back."
"Okay..." Xilan shrugged, "But I can't just ignore the invitation, right? What if the other guests go and I'm the only one who doesn't?Go, won't I bring disgrace to Feysac?"
"This..." The demigod of the Einhorn family also began to have a headache. "It seems that this is not the case.
"Why don't you just go to the banquet?" The demigod quickly came up with a solution. "I will temporarily accept you as a member of my [Legion], and then use the ability of the [War Bishop] to remotely transfer power to you."
"Your body is not strong enough, and we haven't worked together before. I can only give you the power of a pseudo-Sequence 4 at best, and there will be significant side effects. But until now, I can only bear with you."
"Okay, no problem," Xilan gritted his teeth, "For Feysac's face, I'll risk it all!!"
"Sincerely invite the Deputy Director of Military Intelligence Section 9, Major General Qiunas Kilger...
"Are you kidding?" Qiunas looked at the invitation in disbelief. "You actually invited me?"
"It's best to accept the invitation," Duchess Georgina looked at the invitation as if it were some delicious food, "Although it disrupts our plans, it's also a great opportunity."
"German Sparrow and Sherlock Moriarty are definitely in cahoots," she said bluntly, "Edsac, Capin... no matter which force is planning to make an enemy of us, this invitation is a good opportunity."
"It doesn't matter if that adventurer doesn't come," Georgina narrowed her eyes, "We can take this opportunity to eliminate those followers of the evil god!!"
"Sincerely invite [Mysterious Queen] Bernadette Gustave… to attend the banquet…
Bernadette stared at the letter for a long time without saying a word.
"Interesting." She finally spoke.
"At a time when the theory of my father's resurrection is prevalent, inviting me to a banquet... is really a trick, Kneo Soren," she looked out the window, "are you trying to use my appearance to confirm this rumor?"
"In other words, you were the one who spread this rumor?"
"Whatever," she stood up and flexed her fingers, "maybe this is an opportunity to prevent a high-level disaster from happening.
"Let me take a risk and give it a try."
Chapter 143: The Guest Arrives (Part 1)
"A new party is about to begin, but the old one hasn't ended yet."
"A banquet changed the sky," said Flora, gazing at the distant sky in Backlund. "The royal power above the star realm was divided into five parts, and the overstepping Creator fell."
"Five royal powers, four thrones, who will take the last vacant royal power?" She narrowed her eyes and stared at three locations within the star realm.
"Is that you, arrogant tyrant?"
In the first place, an endless storm was accompanied by deafening thunder, and a terrifying human figure made of white lightning stood on the vast ocean with huge waves.
As if in response to Flora's doubt, violent lightning surged across the sea, displaying the power of endless disaster.
"Is that you, proud sun?"
In the second place, bright rays of light are spread on thousands of sunflowers, and the righteous man constructed by pure white light sits in the depths of the extreme heat wave.
He may have heard the doubts, or he may not have heard them, but no matter what, this originally pleasant and refreshing afternoon suddenly became hot, as if the sun was showing its great light.
"Or is it you?"
Third, endless books are like birds and butterflies.
Butterflies were flying around the seemingly infinitely tall white tower. On the tower, brass eyes were scanning as if looking for something.
Seeing this scene, Flora Jacob's eyes darkened. After a long while, she finally squeezed out a word from between her teeth.
"It can't be you, traitor."
"Do you really think you understand that book?"
After saying this, she withdrew her gaze and looked towards the land of Backlund.
"At the grand banquet, under the gaze of the audience, time passes by minute by minute. When time reaches the limit, Klein Moretti will walk towards the turbulent banquet scene."
"No god wove this, no writer wrote it, and all the audience can do is watch."
"The magician who calls himself the Fool will
What a rich drama we bring?"
There are still 7 hours until the banquet starts.
"Let's place a bet!!" [Eye of Wisdom]
At the old gentleman's party, the fat pharmacist Darkwill shouted loudly, "Bet on whether Gehrman Sparrow will come to the party!!"
"Call the bet!!" A Beyonder took out a few pounds, "I bet he won't come to the banquet!!"
"I bet he'll go," said the woman who had bought the Briber formula from Klein a long time ago. "20 pounds."
"30 pounds, I won't go!!" said another Beyonder. "If I really go, it's like I'm actively stepping into the trap of the official Beyonders."
"Hey, Fat Pharmacist," said the fellow who offered thirty pounds, "as the initiator of the bet, why don't you bid?"
"100 pounds," Darkwill took out a bag of money, "I'll bet 100 pounds that he will go!!"
"Heavy bets!!" one person exclaimed, "Have you made a fortune recently?"
"I've seen that guy before, and he can definitely do what he says!!" Darkwill shouted, "Who dares to bet against me?!"
"Come on, I'm coming!!"
"And I...
As the initiator of the party, [Eye of Wisdom] Isengard Stanton laughed.
"It's great," he said, sitting comfortably in the chair.
"Thanks to that banquet, the official
Time will take care of us wild extraordinary people."
"If only there were more days like this,
alright. "
Brave Bar.
"The Rose School of Thought will definitely take action.
"Yes," Maric looked at Sharon, "Should we seize this opportunity and go directly to the Loen military to snatch the mummy?"
"Not enough time." Sharon shook her head. "The location is unknown. We can only wait."
"So what should we do next?" Ian asked worriedly, "Should we do nothing?"
دgame and wait for the right opportunity, that's what the teacher said." Sharon said simply and clearly.
As she spoke, Sharon couldn't help but recall the scene of her battle against [Master of Secret Dolls] Rosago.
She had thought that the man would never be able to defeat an enemy three levels stronger than herself, and that she could only rely on herself to have room to struggle.
However, in the end, the man delivered a truly fatal blow just when he was about to lose.
She once thought that even if they possessed the [Mysterious Door], she and Maric would have difficulty resisting the pursuers of the [Rose School].
However, that man used the [Key] filled with strange curses to turn the entire battle situation around.
Thinking of the past and the legends that drifted from the sea, Sharon's doll-like face actually showed some anticipation, as if she was no longer an exquisite doll, but a girl looking forward to the future.
The heart beat faster, the blood circulated faster, and the delicate doll-like face inexplicably became a little redder.
She looked into the distance, at the embassy that had sent Rosago there, and at the Shura Feast that was full of murderous intent.
"Let's get started."
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"Have a party!!!"
A voice sounded from the embassy. Although it was destined not to be heard outside the embassy due to the volume and the walls, it didn't matter.
The sound itself is a symbol.
In the night illuminated by the crimson moonlight, the kerosene lamp pierced the silence of the night.
All the personnel who were secretly monitoring this place held their breath.
"Be careful," said Archbishop Horamick of the Steam Church, "wear your special glasses and be careful of Amon sneaking into the venue!!"
"[Night Watchers]All units, please pay attention." Archbishop Anthony put on his glasses, and his voice echoed in the ears of every Night Watcher. "Carefully identify your surroundings and beware of invisible people."
The light of the kerosene lamp grew brighter, and a gorgeous carriage slowly emerged from the darkness.
In front of the carriage, two tall and black horses were walking slowly, as if to show the composure of the carriage owner. The gorgeous carriage then crossed the path the horses had walked.
The emblem on the carriage revealed the identity of the visitor.
"It's the carriage from the Feysac Embassy." Leonard repeated in a low voice, "How did they come here?
Already?"
"Stay alert," said Thorst. "This is starting to get complicated."
Two tall black horses stopped at Inti
In front of the reception gate set up by the Sri Lankan Embassy, the door of the carriage opened immediately, and Ambassador Feysac walked out of the door.
"7:33," he took out his pocket watch and looked at it. "It seems that I am not too late."
"Welcome, Hiram Einhorn
"Sir," a man came out of the embassy, "do you have an invitation letter?"
"Here it is," he waved the invitation.
Huang, his eyes stayed on the invitation card in front of the reception door.
The invitation letter said, "Can I come in?"
"Please."
The shrill laughter resounded through the quiet night sky. Just as Ambassador Hiram was about to step into the embassy, he turned his head and looked into the darkness to the side, towards the place where the laughter came from.
Wearing a suit that is formal enough but very devilish
Beth Andrellad, wearing a checkered dress and a mask, walked out of the darkness in the distance and appeared in front of everyone with a smile on her face.
"7:34, I'm definitely not late," he
Step by step, I walked towards the reception door and
Everyone's eyes were on him. "Devils must behave like devils."
"I didn't expect that the demon that caused so much trouble in Backlund recently would also receive an invitation." Shiran looked in the direction of Beth, "The taste of the Intis people is as bad as ever."
"I think it's pretty good," Beth said with a hearty laugh, shaking out the invitation, "Maybe my taste isn't that great, is it?"
"My [Danger Premonition] is giving off a strong warning, but I think there is still room for recovery," he said loudly, looking around. "After all, you are all here for Gehrman Sparrow, right?"
"If you guys attack me first, maybe he will be scared and won't dare to attend the banquet~" He opened his arms and laughed heartily, "Then, I will lose the big picture while gaining sesame seeds, which is not worth the loss, right?"
"The best way would be to wait for