At this moment, outside Fort Saga.
Owen raised his head, his expression extremely solemn.
The Traveler, Angele, silently appeared behind him, also looking up at the sky.
They had activated their Spirit Vision. In the eyes of Beyonders skilled in Spirit Vision, they saw things that ordinary people couldn't.
Above the sky, the crimson moon was bright and serene, seemingly an unchanging existence since ancient times, yet it carried an unspeakable desolation and decay.
Beneath the crimson moon, countless translucent spirits, beyond the perception range of normal humans, were flying rapidly into the distance.
These spirits were of varying heights, genders, ages, some were frail old people, others were innocent children. Their spirits were either incomplete or whole, some had just died, others had died long ago, buried deep underground, becoming vengeful ghosts.
Their forms were diverse, and their spiritual powers varied. Among them were Beyonders, their spirits tempered by potions, but without exception, they were all numbly drifting towards the distance, following some kind of power.
This was wrong, this was all wrong.
As Owen, who had already advanced to Sequence Five Gatekeeper of the Death pathway, he was also an expert in spirits and related rituals.
But the military personnel seemed completely unaware of the spirits in the sky. They were blinded by anger, forgetting all the consequences.
"It's probably the effect of a ritual magic, gathering the dead souls that haven't dissipated," Owen whispered.
"Moreover, this sudden battle is also problematic." Angele used the extraordinary power of the Recorder to cleverly avoid the surrounding crowd, only communicating with Owen on a spiritual level.
They were currently among the troops. The troops, ready to march, were secretly moving according to the orders of the military high command, planning to cross the Alexi River and launch a night raid on the Feysac border fortress under the gaze of the red moon.
The actions of the military high command at this time were too bizarre.
Lower-level officers couldn't detect it, and even if they did, they would subconsciously ignore these somewhat abnormal arrangements due to the current atmosphere.
With the death of the demigod Rupert Augustus, the military high command should have immediately reported to the Loen royal family to stabilize the border situation, rather than launching a night raid on Feysac here, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
But their current actions were completely aimed at truly starting a war.
In the already unstable situation, once a war broke out, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the three countries and the righteous god churches.
The chaotic and missing anchors would also have a significant impact on the seven gods maintaining the seals.
But this atmosphere was clearly wrong. The surrounding people were hot-blooded, their tension and fear were unbelievably low. This wasn't the normal reaction of ordinary people. Yet Owen couldn't discern the source of this wrongness.
The anger that arose in his heart was also swelling, as if only seeing the enemy's blood could soothe the violently fluctuating emotions.
He subconsciously felt something was wrong, and faint totems symbolizing the Feathered Serpent vaguely appeared on his armor.
"Calm down, don't be controlled by your emotions."
As a marionette, Angele shouldn't have such emotions, but the existence of the 'Bionic Puppet' module allowed her to break free from the limitations of the Marionette Master's control. However, the flaw of the 'Bionic Puppet' module also gave her the weakness of emotions.
It was like the most perfect artificial creation being fitted with an antenna, but also developing its own artificial will, with both good and bad aspects.
However, any emotional fluctuations that violated her 'persona' would be detected by the marionette itself.
This was why, after the death of the demigod Rupert Augustus, when the pollution emanating from his shattered spirit body affected the city's population, she remained clear-headed, able to rationally maintain her emotions and reverse-discover the reason for the pollution.
That demigod had been completely polluted, becoming one of the ways the Dark Side of the Universe influenced the real world.
Which ancient god that had survived to this day didn't have a few tricks up their sleeve?
Calming his emotions slightly, Owen asked, "How are things on your side? Do you need help?"
Angele glanced at Owen, then shook her head.
She had lost contact with Tang, and the spirit thread connecting to that side had also been completely severed.
Tang should have concentrated all his spirituality to fight the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe. And now all her actions were spontaneous behaviors arising from the 'Bionic Puppet' module.
Of course, she could directly contact her creator and inform the System.
"You've already found that vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe?" The usually not-so-bright Owen immediately saw something from the marionette's reaction.
"Where are you? What's the situation over there?"
Facing Owen, who was unaware of the existence of the 'Bionic Puppet' module and still regarded her as a marionette, how could Angele answer? She could only smile, facing the bleakness of life with a smile.
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Being a marionette was truly a shitty job that anyone could do, once you started, you couldn't make a sound.
She finally understood the Theater Core's thoughts and had the beautiful hope of dying and falling into eternal slumber.
Owen: ...
"Where are the spirits coming from?"
He asked in a low voice.
Angele glanced at Owen again, and Owen returned her smile.
Angele had no choice but to slowly disappear, entering the spirit world, "I'll go take a look. You follow the main force and don't mess around. The high-level members of the Night and Storm Churches should be here soon."
As for the demigod of the Artisan Church... ah, those who know, know.
In the last few seconds before entering the spirit world, she still poked her head out to instruct, "Absolutely, absolutely don't mess around."
"Don't worry," Owen nodded, looking very steady and reliable.
Angele's expression was suspicious, but thinking that she was, after all, a Traveler, just confirming the origin of the spirits, what could go wrong in a few minutes... that was it, right?
The moment Angele left and Owen turned to enter the crowd.
A gale swept in.
Night suddenly fell, the crimson moon appearing even larger. The thoughts of the agitated crowd suddenly became peaceful.
"The wind has come."
Behind the countless spirits, two figures had appeared at some point.
The two didn't say much. The gale, accompanied by the tranquil and deep darkness, followed the direction of the spirits together.
Inside the valley with a strong smell of blood.
The earth had cracked open at some unknown time, forming a deep and slender fissure. This seemed to be the eye of something. Dense black mist was continuously drifting out from it, merging with the countless symbols constantly shattered by the spiritual whip, giving birth to many black and round monsters, with a huge eyeball occupying most of their bodies and slender fluff covering the rest.
Those monsters were constantly killed by the escalating punishments of the 'Trennsohst Brass Book', yet they constantly merged with the black mist and resurrected, endlessly multiplying and spreading outwards.
Even though the door to the abyss was sealed by its connection to the 'Trennsohst Brass Book' and the decrees of enhanced reality, the existence of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe was enough for some of its authority to overflow.
And this small overflow was enough to cause extremely terrible disasters to the real world.
When the mists of history utilized by the 'Trennsohst Brass Book' could no longer sustain themselves, the gaze from the abyss would descend upon the real world.
All the actions of these people now were merely delaying this process.
As long as the door to the abyss was opened, his mission would be accomplished.
At that time, even if the Night, the Sun, and the Storm descended, they could only clean up after him.
The vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe looked at the demigod who had appeared before him at some unknown time, tilted his head, the malice and excitement in his eyes almost uncontrollable.
"Marionette?"
It was a tall male wearing ancient armor, his ancient, unwavering eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuations, lacking the emotions that humans should have.
Sequence Three of the Red Priest pathway, War Bishop.
When Tang left Tingen, he brought this highest-level marionette he could reach.
Sequence Three was a powerful combat force even in battles at the angel level.
And the Never-Ending Theater, even as a sealed artifact formed by the extraordinary characteristics of a Sequence Two Miracle Worker, its range of manipulating marionettes couldn't possibly span most of Loen, directly extending here.
Besides Tang, the 'Moment of Luck', a sealed artifact formed by the extraordinary characteristics of the Trickmaster and the Winner, could also control Sequence Three marionettes.
However, this War Bishop's controller wasn't Tang, nor was it the 'Moment of Luck'.
Under the influence of the 'Trennsohst Brass Book', the power of the demons couldn't be fully exerted. The War Bishop grabbed the nearby chains. In just one move, the chains piercing towards the middle-aged man seemed to have been subjected to extremely powerful force, flying high and smashing down like a heavy hammer from above.
With a huge roar, the earth trembled violently, like an earthquake.
The middle-aged man's body swelled up. As soon as the smell of sulfur appeared, the spiritual whip and the death penalty arrived. The silver-white, constantly flowing characters on the parchment enlarged and shrunk one by one, as if shouting something, resonating with the mists of history and Euclid's space, constantly pouring power from the future into the past.
Logically, the Yesterday Once More charm borrowed the power of the Uniqueness, and even the byproduct of the Uniqueness couldn't last too long. But now, the power of these rules was still strengthening further, without showing any signs of weakening.
This was the grafting of the past and the future.
The middle-aged man couldn't understand this mystery. Before he could react, the War Bishop had already appeared before him.
The Red Priest and the Abyss were both extraordinary pathways extremely skilled in melee combat. The next moment, the two forces collided, the powerful wind and the unrestrained spirituality and divinity, like pollution, frantically devoured the surrounding ordinary things.
While dealing with this marionette, the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe tried to pollute the opponent's spirit threads and find the hidden Marionette Master.
After the sudden sense of danger that had risen instantly dissipated, that strange Marionette Master was gone, making him slightly concerned.
If there wasn't a high-Sequence Extraordinary of the Seer pathway hiding nearby, then that hidden Marionette Master had a magical item on him capable of controlling high-Sequence marionettes.
Whichever it was, he needed to be wary. An Extraordinary who could avoid his gaze and hide many secrets must be paid attention to.
And in the next moment, flames suddenly erupted from the War Bishop's body, and the figure of the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe suddenly became sluggish.
His spirit threads had been grabbed!
A spirit worm that had long since died was now peacefully staying within the War Bishop marionette's body. It seemed that a gaze was cast from an extremely distant place, manipulating the spirit threads of the demon in front of him through this spirit worm, trying to transform him into a marionette.
This prevented the vessel of the Dark Side of the Universe from continuing to search for the disappeared Marionette Master nearby.
A troublesome marionette, a troublesome Uniqueness.
He restrained the madness in his eyes that wanted to kill everything in front of him, and the earth trembled at this moment.
He wanted to forcibly open the door to the abyss, allowing more of the abyss's power to spill out, destroying the rules here, and polluting the rules as well.
Within Euclid's space, ascending to the center of the entire space, the scene within a hundred miles fully appeared before Tang.
He held the Sun Scepter, raising it high, facing the crimson moon before him.
He couldn't control Sequence Three marionettes, nor did he use the 'Moment of Luck' magical item.
He had installed a 'Bionic Puppet' module on that War Bishop.
Letting the Theater Core in Tingen control the Sequence Three War Bishop. Separated by such a distance, and with the high level of both, the extraordinary power of the Abyss pathway to capture emotions and corrupt people's spiritual level had no effect on the marionette.
And the 'Bionic Puppet' module?
Who said this thing could only be used on his own marionettes?
'Uh, this, uh, this...'
The System squeaked and yelled, 'You shouldn't advance to Trickmaster, the Parasite next door is more suitable for you!'
"Nonsense, nothing of the sort."
Tang brushed off his System's words. Then, his figure suddenly left Euclid's space and appeared in mid-air in the real world.
He had already borrowed spirituality from his future self once in Euclid's space. After replenishing it, Tang used Euclid's space to achieve short-distance travel, and in mid-air, he snapped his fingers with his left hand wearing the Theater Owner's Ring.
"I pray for a miracle."
In an instant, the crimson moon disappeared.
That demon seemed to notice something. With just a moment's distraction, his stomach slammed hard against the War Bishop's fist, and he was sent flying.
Flames instantly enveloped the demon, the aroma of the burning flesh was nauseating.
He wouldn't die easily, Tang knew, and the Theater Core knew as well.
In just an instant, the crimson moon disappeared, and a dazzling sun appeared in the sky, replacing the originally gentle and serene moon.
The Theater Owner's Ring could be regarded as a prop pointing to the Never-Ending Theater with ritualistic effects. Even across a great distance, facing an angel, as long as spirituality was stimulated, the Theater Core that could respond to the entire world could provide feedback.
The reversal of the sun and moon, this was a miracle!
The next moment.
Tang poured his spirituality into the Sun Scepter in his hand.
'Praise the sun, praise the sun, praise the sun—'
Countless spirits were still flying towards here in the distance. Tang raised the Sun Scepter, and the twisted sun symbol transformed into black sunlight.
"Let us, praise the sun!"
Black sunlight, fire coverage!
(End of this chapter)