Audrey and the others below the stage watched the scene as if they were enjoying a large-scale magic show, so much so that no one reacted to what had actually happened for a short while.
A few seconds later, chaos erupted. Amidst the rising screams, the soldiers of the King's Guard rushed onto the platform.
Cabinet ministers and the House of Lords either instinctively looked for somewhere to hide, or mustered the courage to follow the soldiers and inspect the scene.
Audrey was slightly stunned, but not overly surprised. She just felt it was a bit unreal: People and events closely followed by Mr. World meant they were under the gaze of Mr. Fool, and up until now, Mr. Fool had never failed to achieve his goals.
This was the will of a deity.
In other municipal squares in
After a moment of silence, people gradually became agitated, whispering and muttering to each other.
A fear of the unknown and the future slowly took hold of their hearts.
...
Outskirts of Backlund, within "Ruins No. 1".
George III's consciousness had become extremely blurred. He only felt an irresistible, extremely maddening consciousness erupt like a volcano within him, changing his body and distorting everything around him.
Vaguely, He saw a massive black throne, saw himself sitting upon it, wearing an emperor's crown, proudly looking down upon reality, ruling over all people, equal to the gods.
He reached out, trying to grasp this future, but countless curses and attacks from unknown sources fell upon Him, making it so He could no longer reach it.
"No..."
George III's hand, which had become a blur of rules, stopped mid-air. His consciousness was completely torn apart, and his body fully mutated.
Triss, who had already collapsed into a mass of flesh, covered this shadow of order surrounded by countless thick, long snake hairs.
Boom!
In the outside world corresponding to "Ruins No. 1", the mountain forest suddenly collapsed inward, kicking up clouds of dust that permeated the air, like the thickest smog.
Boom!
An enormous deep pit formed in that area, connecting to the Tussock River and drawing in the torrential river water.
Rumble!
The sky rapidly darkened, and a storm filled with boundless terror shrouded the area.
On a mountain peak farther away, two figures stared at the scene, neither speaking for a moment.
One was the "Undying Witch" Katerina, draped in a holy white robe. The other was the "Red Angel" evil spirit, wearing a hood, its face pale as death.
After two seconds, the "White Saint" Katerina let out a soft sigh and said: "The reason we had to find her is because the Original told us she has a strong tendency towards self-destruction."
The "Red Angel" evil spirit listened silently, his expression slightly twisted: "I know who interfered with my response."
Katerina thought of one answer after another, but couldn't be sure of any of them, and ultimately chose to remain silent.
The "Red Angel" evil spirit slowly uttered a single word: "Night."
He paused, suppressing His emotions, and added: "Otherwise, I would have found Triss a long time ago."
Without waiting for Katerina's response, the "Red Angel" evil spirit turned around and left directly.
...
In another ruin, Klein, upon seeing the secret mausoleum collapse with a bang and a great torrent of blood flow out, only had time for a flash of joy before he had to turn his attention back to his own situation.
George III's ritual failed. He failed to become the "Black Emperor". This meant his goal was achieved. The priority now was how to escape!
At this moment, taking advantage of the significant impact caused by the destruction of the mausoleum,
The power she had borrowed from her past self was almost at its end!
The beautiful-faced Secret Angel had also reached the limit of Klein's power to maintain it, and after transforming into a strange world, it naturally dissipated.
Inside the half-collapsed ruin, Klein was alone, facing the arm of "Pestilence" Snea,
And summoning a projection from the historical void at the Angel level again would not be something he could accomplish in one or two, or even three or four attempts.
Without hesitation, Klein's body instantly turned ethereal, trying to hide into the historical void.
Just at this moment, a vortex suddenly emerged within the grayish-white fog in his field of vision. It was composed of countless transparent worms, extending smooth, transparent tentacles in all directions.
Zaratul's true body had appeared!
He had been waiting for Klein in the historical void all this time!
At this moment, Klein's action of entering the historical void could no longer be reversed. He could only watch helplessly as he was drawn in by the vortex and pulled towards its center!