Chapter 211: Chapter 184: Infighting Among The Gods of Four Pillars?_2 Chapter 211: Chapter 184: Infighting Among The Gods of Four Pillars?_2 Ash knew they were once again judging him with a guilty mind, and he defended himself in a low voice, “I’ve truly been wronged! Just replace the subject of her sentence with me and it will all make sense!”
“So, you too have been toyed with by the hidden manipulator?” Harvey asked.
In the face of Eternal Damnation’s defense, Cleos felt not a wave of emotion, even a bit of the urge to laugh, “Selena, you’re doomed tonight, and nothing you say will matter. The ‘Gospel Book’ is never wrong.”
Eternal Damnation’s face changed swiftly, and with a cold snort, she said, “Blind faith is a road of no return, and the most foolish thing humans do is to selfishly believe that gods are selfless. Cleos, your blindness will eventually lead you to despair.”
“Do you, a cult leader, even have the right to say such a thing?”
“Because I know God loves mankind,” Eternal Damnation said with a smile. “But God loves Himself even more.”
Cleos closed her mouth, seemingly uninterested in continuing the nonsensical conversation with Eternal Damnation.
Eternal Damnation leaned back lazily on the Silver Throne. “Well then, since you’re so convinced I’m the culprit, Cleos, why don’t you come and arrest me? You surely can’t expect a disabled little girl like me to walk down and surrender, do you?”
The elf woman said coldly, “Waiting for the other cultists to be dealt with, waiting for all external factors to be eliminated, waiting for your fate miracle to have no leverage, and I will personally toll the bell for you.”
Hearing about this most mysterious Magic Faction, the three foreign workers couldn’t help but prick up their ears.
Fate, Truth, Prophecy—these three factions are coveted by all mages, yet no mage knows how to learn them—even in the Kingdom of Blood Moon, there is no systematic way to study them. Every professor at Kaimon Comprehensive University who has researched the Prophetic Faction is embezzling funds.
Although the Prophetic Faction is like a Dream Bubble Shadow, mages still consider it a legitimate faction, while Truth and Fate factions have been denounced by many as feudal superstition—without even a shadow of a Technique Spirit, stories about Fate and Truth Mages exist only in ancient myths. How is this different from the setting of a fantasy novel?
The Magic Factions that even mages who believe in miracles consider feudal superstitions are appearing before their eyes?
“Before taking action, I’ve used up all my points and Gospels,” Cleris said. “From the ‘Gospel Book’, I’ve found a way to defeat you—’cannot harm you.'”
“If I’m not mistaken,” she continued, “your fate miracle twists every attack against you through various accidents, even turning them back on those who bear killing intent towards you.”
“Just now, Kuso tried to shoot you, but the gun bullet hit his own brother by sheer coincidence, and he was killed by your men because of his disturbed mind… A terrifying fate miracle indeed.”
“So, my plan of action is to eliminate your men first, clear all the unstable factors that could help you, and then deal with you slowly.” The elf woman sneered, “How does it feel to watch yourself step into a dead end? Is there a heart nurturing fear beneath that lovely human skin of yours?”
“You are indeed the respected Red Hat Cleos of Crying Sand,” Eternal Damnation said with a laugh. “But you’re wrong about one thing.”
“The ability you described is not a fate miracle, nor am I proficient in this legendary Magic Faction,” Eternal Damnation declared.
“It is not a miracle, not a Technique Spirit, not a Secret Poison, not a Blessing.”
“Nonsense!” Cleos looked around, realized that most of the robed figures were subdued, and without further delay, aimed her gun—not at Eternal Damnation but at—
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Cleos’s gun bullets seemed to carry a miracle, a few shots were enough to rapidly dissolve the stonework of the ceiling. With a thunderous crash, a huge slab of rock was about to fall, ready to smash Eternal Damnation sitting atop the Silver Throne into a heap of flesh!
Ash suddenly understood Cleos’s thought—if I can’t attack you directly, but I attack the stones, causing them to fall and crush you, wouldn’t that avoid your bizarre fate miracle?
It seemed like a wise move; at least Ash couldn’t see any flaws. The robed believers were suppressed and couldn’t save Eternal Damnation, and she herself had no mobility, so to leave the Silver Throne, she would need to rely on a Technique Spirit or a Miracle.
But for some reason, Ash had a strong premonition—Selena was not a Mage!
Besides her claimed “tactile sense,” she had not mastered any Technique Spirits or Miracles!
Just like Heath initially had!
Among the roaring sounds, a strange cracking noise caught everyone’s attention. They looked up to see an odd crack appearing in the middle of the ceiling rock, with a few drops of water seeping through.
Cleos’s pupils contracted sharply, and she fired a gun bullet behind her, the earth swiftly churning into a fortress to protect the children.
The rock completely collapsed, but what followed was a torrential flow of water!
The rest of the ceiling also rapidly cracked open, and water from an underground river cascaded into the underground hall like a waterfall!
“How could there possibly be an underground river right there—”
Cleos watched, her eyes wide with disbelief. The Red Hats had just burrowed through the ceiling to get in; how did they not hit the underground river?
Tears welled up in her eyes with frustration, and she bit her lip, rapidly firing at the floor. Layers of earth walls rose with a rumble, trying to hold back the water.
However, it wasn’t just in front; the walls to the sides began to crumble as well, and the violent river water surged in like an army, as if the entire underground hall was built within an underground sea, bound to be quickly flooded the moment even a small hole was made!
Both the Red Hats and the figures in black robes were swept away by the river water, tumbling in the chaos. Cleos could only rely on her Earth Magic Miracle to protect herself, unable to look after anyone else—for that reason, Ash was also swept away.
Perhaps Ash and the others were too close to Cleos, or maybe she thought the adults didn’t need special protection, so her Earth Magic Miracle only covered the children, leaving Ash and two others exposed.
Ash’s hands and feet were still bound by the Miracle Chains. Unless he could spin his tongue like a propeller, he was absolutely incapable of swimming, so he could only hold his breath and go with the flow until he ran into a soft body and came to a stop.
“You bumped into me.”
“Heh, heh… Sorry about that.”
Ash hurriedly took deep breaths, looking down to realize he was lying on the armrest of the Silver Throne.
The former Cult Leader turned slightly to see his small, soaked companion, looking like a drowned rat.
He now resembled a pervert lying on a little girl’s lap—if she even had laps.
“You just said, you are the Final Observer?” she whispered to Ash, nibbling on his ear.
Ash nodded and then shook his head, wriggling his body to distance himself from the current Cult Leader: “Actually, I’ve repented and started anew…”
“Let me introduce myself again. I am Eternal Damnation, Everlasting Entanglement, Ultimate Endurance,” said Eternal Damnation with a smile. “Pleased to meet you, Final Observer. You can call me Endurance.”
Ash was a bit stunned: “(⊙o⊙)… You can call me Observer.”
“Then, Observer, please go die.”
Selena lifted her head high, then slammed it down hard—
Bumping her forehead against Ash’s!