"Alright, let's not talk about this for now."
Tang steered the conversation back on track. He hadn't come all this way just to see a Witch.
Before finding Owen, Tang had roughly scanned the surroundings through Euclid's space and hadn't found any trace of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe.
He might be in the Intis or Feysac garrisons in this area, or he might be in the wilderness. In any case, he was beyond Tang's observable range.
And this was, after all, a demigod, a vessel of divine descent. If he really wanted to hide himself and wait for the opportune moment, a high-sequence demigod without spectators, even with a demigod-level Extraordinary stationed here, might not be able to find his tracks.
The fluctuations in fate Tang had previously seen originated from the Hornaches Mountains, from this arid Orkney Highlands. The location of his own fate fluctuations was in this area, and the time of the fate fluctuations could also be determined by continuing to observe the astrolabe.
Tang himself, through the spiritual intuition enhanced by entering that space multiple times, vaguely sensed that this might be the opportunity.
The prerequisite for cooperating with the old grandfather and eliminating Amon's avatar in Tingen.
"Do you remember that previous demon, possibly a vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe?"
"A demon of divine descent? Your guess? Wait... are you sure? He appeared here?" Owen straightened up, his expression even more horrified than when he had just heard about the Sequence Seven Witch.
Tang nodded, then magically put the Sun Scepter back into the System space.
"I can only say it's a possibility," something occurred to him, and his face became somewhat gloomy, "Father met him. I'm very certain that was the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe."
"He wanted to cooperate with Father to stir up a new Pale Disaster in Backlund, but Father refused. I suspect that the Blood Sect's ritual in other places succeeded, allowing the Dark Side of the Universe to cast down more power, and he plans to perform an even stronger ritual in the Orkney Highlands, in a place bordering three countries where battles occur frequently and could potentially trigger a national war..."
Hmm, every word I said is true, but confirming that the demon is a vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe and knowing that the demon appeared here was only seen through Euclid's space and the astrolabe...
Tang explained the scene he had previously seen through the marionette and the words his father had said, finally concluding, "The vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe has ill intentions. You must be careful during this period. That demon, that vessel, is probably really hiding somewhere here, just waiting for the ritual to be completed, under the conditions of a large-scale blood sacrifice..."
To make the evil god descend.
If that vessel of divine descent really succeeded, then the Orkney Highlands would face an unprecedented disaster, and this disaster would likely affect the entire Northern Continent.
This might be a severely polluted body cast down by the Dark Side of the Universe, or it might be that evil god behind Him, whose power pierced through the seals of the Seven Gods, affecting the entire land.
Either way, it was chilling.
And on the border, the power of the churches was not that great.
Most of the Extraordinary individuals belonging to the churches here were of middle and low sequences. Even demigods would find it difficult to protect themselves when facing a potential disaster.
"I will send some messages to the Church of Evernight and the Abyss of Storms. I will also stay here in the near future."
And deal with the problems here by the way.
Coincidentally, not long ago, his potion digestion had passed the halfway point, allowing him to control a second marionette.
And the Never-Ending Theater was also in urgent need of some new marionette additions.
Having marionettes and not having them, the quality of marionettes, this was a very significant difference for Extraordinary individuals of the Seer pathway.
Tang turned the Theater Owner's Ring on his left pinky finger, seriously considering things in his heart.
Under the serene and distant crimson moon, a carriage slowly drove into a small manor.
When the carriage stopped, Liliana Bernstein stepped out and entered the manor surrounded by servants.
This was Colonel Bernstein's residence, but Colonel Bernstein hadn't returned here for a long time.
The maid carefully took off Liliana's cloak and tidied her appearance. "Miss, do you need to prepare a bath?"
"Wait a moment, I'm a little tired and need to rest for a while first." Liliana's voice was very pleasant. She looked at the maid beside her very gently, making the female maid feel a moment of daze.
Realizing her gaffe, the maid quickly came back to her senses, but her face was still flushed, secretly regretting her mistake just now.
"Alright, Miss, I'll come back later."
The maid hurriedly left the room. Liliana looked at herself in the mirror, and in the room where she was the only one, she showed the most perfect smile to the mirror.
She quietly touched her cheek, her eyes seeming to admire. Her face was beautiful, the result of years of proper maintenance, a youthful face.
Every glance and smile was full of innocence and gentleness. In this area, on the border, with such looks and such status, she was very well-received by everyone.
That smile was incomparably sweet. Liliana slowly cupped her own face, her eyes clear, making it difficult to notice the very well-hidden, deep-seated disgust and hatred in those eyes.
She chuckled softly, her voice the same as before, but with an unidentifiable eeriness.
After a while, waiting for herself to calm down, after she adjusted her emotions, she stood up, and her body shattered like an illusion.
Her figure disappeared, entering an underground area of unknown depth.
There, a full-length mirror cracked with a snap, rapidly disintegrating, silver light flashing as the fragments scattered all over the ground. A figure appeared here.
As a candle was lit, the candlelight illuminated this dark space, revealing a bloody scene.
In this underground room of unknown depth was a simple operating table. On the table beside it were several empty glass containers, as well as some unsterilized tools of various shapes stained with blackish-red.
There was a strong smell of blood here. The ground was covered with various dried bloodstains that were impossible to clean. The same was true for the walls and ceiling.
This place was like a slaughterhouse.
Liliana's sweet smile was out of place with the bloodiness here, but she seemed extremely familiar with it, lightly stepping to open another door in the room, revealing a clean and tidy room inside.
This stark contrast caused a twisted pleasure to rise in one's heart, and Liliana was the same.
She stepped into the clean and tidy room and looked at the only storage shelf in the room.
The shelf was densely packed with various glass bottles. Under the candlelight, each bottle contained a viscous liquid, keeping the organs inside in their most fresh state.
And Liliana, as if looking at the most perfect collection, looked at this shelf of vessels, revealing a pure smile without any malice.
(End of this chapter)