Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 418 The Power of the Night

Chapter 418 The Power of the Night

Deep Dark Heaven.

The Goddess of Night looked at Shael with a puzzled expression. If she hadn't sent the Mother of Heaven to retrieve the golden phoenix ornament from Azik Eggers, she probably would have made Shael ride on his back right now.

How could this guy just take back the uniqueness of death? The dark divine power He left on it during this time couldn't hold it back, and it was taken away directly. And what is that thing on his left hand? Why does it feel like the aura of the River of Eternal Darkness?

Xia'er didn't care. This time, Xiu's condition was very good. As the embodiment of the End, the authority of the Grim Reaper had never been complete since the beginning of the Fourth Era. At least the End was always separated from the Grim Reaper and Death.

Now, when the "finish line" calls for uniqueness, it's naturally a sure thing.

He gripped the feathered serpent staff, employing no drastic measures, simply overwhelming others with his power, using the "Pale" authority to permeate this dark divine realm, while also reflecting on this change. This power did indeed seem related to the River of Eternal Darkness, but how he had drawn it over remained a mystery...

I just felt it, and then... and then this happened...

However, stopping now is impossible.

The pressure that Xia Er exerted on the Goddess of Night grew stronger and stronger. The eyes of the golden phoenix ornament in her hand seemed to brighten, but they were quickly obscured again by the black, curtain-like mist. In this collision of silence and death, the first to succumb to the pressure and erupt with more vibrant colors became the fuse for all of this.

Those two packets of ketchup...

This fleeting red color awakened Xia'er's rationality, pulling her out of the atmosphere that wanted to dominate and make everything fall into ruin. And the tomato sauce that had lost its color and died actually regained its vitality after the paleness faded.

Chael dipped her finger in the mixture and tasted it; it didn't affect the flavor at all.

"I'm not playing anymore."

Xiaer stopped what he was doing, and the feathered serpent staff in his hand became ethereal, transforming into a semi-transparent spirit that surrounded him. The things that had been destroyed in the divine kingdom began to recede as the color faded.

He sat on a chair that resembled a tombstone, holding two ordinary slices of bread and a glass of water that he had taken from St. Samuel's Cathedral, enjoying his dinner from years ago with ketchup.

Amanisis looked at Shael, who had suddenly stopped, but she still held the black scythe in her hand. She remained vigilant, for in her eyes, everything that had happened today was absurd. It was ridiculous that two packets of ketchup had almost sparked a war of gods.

But Chael enjoyed his dinner quietly and peacefully.

Instead, the Goddess of the Night seemed a little awkward posing there. She was also slightly affected, and two more slices of bread disappeared from the St. Samuel Cathedral in the real world. The wolf swallowed them whole, but Xia'er hadn't finished eating yet.

He was still somewhat embarrassed, and during the few minutes of silence, the eight-armed wolf put away its terrifying form and transformed back into a quiet human. It took another piece of bread and began to eat it in small bites. This was not because it was elegant, but simply because reason prevailed and its behavior was somewhat synchronized.

"Putting aside the facts, are you entirely without fault in this situation?"

After drinking the water in one gulp, Xia Er threw her first punch at the Goddess of Night.

Hehe~

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The Goddess of Night ate her bread, seemingly oblivious to what Shael had said.

"Um.

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"God said that the lambs of the world sometimes stray, but the light always shines."

He jumped down from the chair, or rather the tombstone, and went to the goddess of night, spreading large swaths of ketchup on her bread—at least four servings' worth.

Amanisis swore that she really wouldn't want to pay attention to it unless she absolutely had to.

"What is that?"

The goddess of night refers to something like the pollution of the River of Eternal Darkness.

"The gray fog..."

"I think about it and then I say it," said Xia'er.

But you... but you are now in the audience channel... Although the Goddess of the Night has seen this before, she still has some doubts about God's life when faced with this unreasonable "cross-channel connection to the source".

"It's not that hard to understand. I didn't understand it either just now, but after outputting it for a while, I understood it."

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"That's simulated using the power of the gray fog space, but the simulation will create a connection with the original, so it's still quite frightening."

Xia'er also found it amazing. The gray fog could indeed meet any need that was preserved in the historical fog, and there was no need to worry about the simulation being fake. Although the source material itself had anti-counterfeiting functions, the source castle was disguised too realistically, which would lead to a connection with the Eternal Darkness Branch, and then... it became real.

"If I die, I'm afraid I'll sink into the River of Eternal Darkness."

"Unless you jump into the Sea of ​​Chaos first..."

Seemingly feeling it wasn't precise enough, Xia Er added another sentence, then, as if remembering something, shook his head, "No, why would I do something so stupid, to create a simulated underworld environment, a simulated end of life, a simulated River of Eternal Darkness somewhere in advance?"

"How wonderful it would be to sink into the riverbed you laid after death."

This is a plan that needs improvement, and Shael hopes that the Goddess of the Night can give it some advice.

After hearing this, the Goddess of the Night looked at the bread with only a few bites left in her hand, lost her appetite, and a hidden power wiped the bread away, handing a black scythe to Xia Er.

I'm tired.

The Goddess of the Night scratched her head in rare frustration, feeling as if all her previous plans, preparations, and methods were like expired coupons, full of expectations but impossible to realize.

This thing is pretty useless...

"Shael casually grasped the uniqueness of darkness," the Goddess of Night said, watching him stagnate. "But if uniqueness is so easy to separate, what's the point of the gods fighting?"

This thing is at most a superficial feature. Or if someone gets it, unless they are a hero who moves the goddess of the night with love and faith and their own life, it will not have any effect. Although they can use it directly, it still has no real use.

At least, that's what Xia'er thought before she took control.

Upon grasping it, invisible, illusory threads appeared before his eyes, the largest of which were several points of light, seemingly mythical creatures of angelic level. With a mere thought, he could transform the vast number of believers in the darkness into his Night Herbs and Moonflowers.

Human vitality... is truly tenacious.

"I have no evil thoughts in my heart," Xia'er sighed.