In high-level battles, there is rarely a chance to use a charm—no one would willingly give their opponent time to pull out a charm and recite its incantation. Tris managed to do so only because she had ignited a strange black flame from the inside out, and the black flame seemed to drain all heat from the surrounding area, causing thick ice crystals to form. Outside the ice crystals, nearly invisible strands of spider silk wound backward, layering upon each other to form a huge cocoon.
Relying on these three layers of defense, Tris bought herself a second or two. She took out a rectangular, diamond-shaped charm and chanted aloud: "Yesterday!"
Transparent flames ignited within the eerie black flames, and the diamond-like charm silently disintegrated, merging into the void.
This was a charm Klein had specifically provided for this witch, so that the destruction from all three directions could be transformed into main attack points.
Tris immediately saw a grayish-white mist and found the scenes of her past, like stars, densely scattered within it: There was him wandering the streets as a child; him being controlled by the underworld, engaging in swindling, theft, and deception; him joining the Gnostic Order and becoming an "Assassin"; him enjoying endings, enjoying bloody slaughter, enjoying how people were incited to tear off their masks and reveal their bestial nature; her having to willingly become a "Witch" for various reasons; her beginning to spread disasters; her being arranged by the
Tris moved her mind, and one of the images enlarged, filling her entire field of vision.
In that patch of light, the lawn outside the window was like a carpet of green, horses walked slowly, and the holes of a golf course were faintly visible. Inside the room, an antique cabinet blocked the view from the doorway.
The past Tris stood at a relative edge, looking outward, with a sapphire ring on her left hand.
At that time, she had not yet reached Sequence 5, and in herself, she didn't have the power her current self needed to borrow. However, she had a ring from the Demoness Sect, closely related to the "
It was precisely this ring that Tris wanted to borrow!
Suddenly, this elegantly designed sapphire ring appeared on Tris's little finger. But unlike the past, the current Tris had already integrated the mark, submitted to the "Primordial Demoness," and undergone a massive transformation, becoming a Sequence 4 demigod.
In other words, although she was not yet a sturdy "Divine Descent Vessel," she already had the qualifications for it.
And that sapphire ring allowed her to briefly gain a certain initiative.
Taking one more look at the past scene, Tris, as the spider-silk cocoon cracked inch by inch, the thick ice silently melted, and the eerie black flame was eroded, raised her left hand, closed her eyes, and smilingly pressed the sapphire ring against her forehead.
The ring melted like metal, flowing half-real, half-illusory into Tris's head.
At that moment, the eerie black flame had been completely stripped away by Prince Grove, and a spear of blazing, pure white light was thrown.
At the front of the spear, two pristine white wings unfurled layer by layer, like an angel's, embracing the spearhead and sealing off all surrounding space, leaving the target with no chance to escape.
Just then, Tris opened her eyes—deep black.
Her hair rose one strand after another, all becoming as thick as little snakes. Their outer surfaces were slick and eerie, with either distinct black-and-white eyeballs embedded at the tips or snake-like heads growing out, mouths slightly open, tongues flickering.
The spear, condensed from pure light, stopped in front of Tris, as if held back by an invisible hand, unable to advance another inch.
It quickly became stained with a grayish-white color, turning from illusory to real, as if carved from stone.
With a swish, the spear plummeted, hit the edge of the cliff, and shattered into countless pieces.
Around Tris, the grayish-white color, as if alive, spread rapidly in all directions. Wherever it passed, stone became tougher, and other things turned to stone.
The various rituals originally arranged in "Ruins No. 1" were also dyed grayish-white, preventing the angels guarding the other secret tombs from immediately noticing the changes here and descending.
Prince Grove was instantly surrounded by the grayish-white spreading from the void. He could only rely on the blazing light emitted by his crown of thorns to maintain a small safe zone, unable to transmit his words or the prohibitions he wanted to impose.
Tris, who no longer had any distinction between the whites and irises of her eyes, didn't even glance at her previous opponent. Surrounded by her hair of snakes that blotted out the sky, she took a step towards the secret tomb at the bottom of the dark valley.
Boom!
The earth began to shake violently, a muffled roar came from the depths, and one after another, red meteors trailing flames appeared out of thin air, flew past the witch Tris, and smashed into the tomb.
In an instant, these ruins suffered multiple disasters.
George III, who was at a critical moment of advancement, sensed this scene. Intense confusion and rage surged in his heart.
Painstakingly dividing some of his power and utilizing his pre-arranged measures, he forcibly "distorted" the surrounding area, spatially isolating the dark, solemn secret tomb from the real world, preventing the earthquakes and meteors from getting anywhere near the target.
Boom! Boom!
Amidst the various disasters, cliffs crumbled, the ruins began to collapse, and George III's furious voice came from within the secret tomb, now a world of its own: "Have you lost your mind?"
For a Sequence 4 demigod to forcibly accept the power of a descending True God meant only one ending: death!
Tris laughed, the skin on her face stretched to its limit, cracking inch by inch, revealing the blood and flesh beneath that seemed to be writhing wildly.
The now extremely terrifying witch gave a light "Ha" and said: "At the end of a good story, shouldn't all the villains die?"
"Take you, for instance... and take myself, for instance..."
Before Tris could finish her sentence, she, with that chilling smile, crashed down like a meteor towards the secret tomb whose surrounding space was distorted, intending to forcibly destroy it.
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Inside another tomb, Klein didn't push himself too hard. He quickly ended his connection with "Sefirah Castle," appearing as if he was praying to "The Fool" for aid.
The earlier commotion almost made the angels present stop, but unfortunately, that concealed angel was a Historical Void projection summoned by Klein, only continuing to fight on instinct, making the chaos even worse.