chsdbacks Chapter 279 Praising the Fool
Chapter 279 Praising the Fool
Chapter 279 Praising the Fool
What kind of monster is this?
"Dark Wolf" Cortal escaped to the early days of the Second Era. Apart from those who experienced the ancient times firsthand, almost no one could trace back to find the exact historical fragments in which he hid. However, the Spear of No Darkness behind him was still not shaken off.
He tried to make a wish, but the effect was worrying. He attempted to transfer the artifact through the puppet, but the spiritual intuition of the person in charge was frantically warning him that even if the puppet was hit, he might perish under a single shot. Unwilling to accept this, he summoned the projection of history, pulling out the dangerous, terrifying, and uncontrollable Antigonus.
Although the Antigonus he knew was also only Sequence 2, as an angel, he was not ignorant of the outside world. He also knew that Antigonus would later grow into the King of Angels. With the historical projection of Antigonus and the curtain in his hand, he still had a chance to fight back.
The Celestial Curtain was thrown out, its eyes dark and full of vicissitudes, with tufts of coarse black hair growing on its cheeks. Through grafting, Antigonus disrupted the lock of the Spear of No Darkness. Because of the hidden seal of the Goddess of Night in the real world, even the historical projection of the Cotalla Fish did not need to worry about being backstabbed. The half-mad Fish could not sense this place at all.
Only after Kotal actually tried it out could he be sure that he had not lost control of the historical projection. This meant that he now had combat power close to that of the Angel King, and that the false sun could not kill him at all!
However, the joy did not last long. Arrogance was overshadowed by the pleasure of reality, and ambition grew in the heart. The cautious wolf was confident until a giant dragon covered with gray-white scales opened its mouth and appeared before the historical fragments of the Second Age, the Budding Age and the Twin Age, which were running wildly in Cortal, and took a bite!
The body of the attacker is as fragile as paper; if you hit it, you can kill it.
"Wish Demon" Kotal fell, consuming one of his resurrection attempts.
In a secluded stronghold, Cortal, who had been resurrected at a predetermined location through a pre-prepared contingency plan, had his pride shattered. No longer daring to look directly at the sun in the sky, he obediently found a place to hide.
Amidst the mists of history, the colossal gray-white dragon slowly materialized into human form. Since the summoner was already dead, the historical projection he had summoned naturally ceased to exist. He directly grasped the falling Celestial Veil.
The previous attacks were, of course, spurious attacks. How could they not know the methods of the Gui San family? They even hid in the history of the Second Era before Cortal.
He has already 'imagined' his form as an imaginary dragon. There is nothing difficult about doing this. He just needs to simulate extraordinary abilities, and he does not lack the corresponding mystical knowledge.
"We got the curtain back, but what's the use of it?"
Xia'er shook the curtain in her hand, which seemed to be woven from black velvet, and draped it over her shoulders like a robe. Countless ways to use it flashed through her mind, the most useful of which, of course, was...:
"Don't even think about it unless you beg me."
His figure blurred and, through grafting, directly returned to the "sun" rising in the Eastern Continent.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Eastern Continent, Amon, who was exploring the secrets of the First Era with Chernobog and the others, looked at the sun in the sky, pinched his monocle, and revealed a slightly helpless smile. The Eastern Continent, which was once a "pure land", was not so safe anymore.
The one who has the clearest understanding of all this is surely the true Creator.
This evil god, shrouded in madness and extreme negative emotions, has actually improved in condition. As the former creator, it is not difficult to see Shael's current state.
Even if it's just a virtual personality that carries some of the characteristics, that's how the audience's power is. They are not bound by the external image and feel that it can be as strong as they think. As long as the person's status, knowledge, and essence are not a hindrance, it can perform as if it were a vessel descended from the gods.
He was somewhat surprised that once Xia'er made up his mind, he immediately illuminated the entire Eastern Continent. Moreover, the other party might not really need the first blasphemous tablet, just like in the Fourth Era, even after losing the first blasphemous tablet, he still had the authority of the Chaos Sea.
This is the right to be entangled with fate, and this weight is not something that can be easily lost.
Let's return to the "sun".
By day, it transforms into the sun, purifying the curse and pollution of the Eastern Continent.
At night, draped in a curtain, they repair the shattered spirit world of the Eastern Continent, connecting the broken fragments of the spirit world.
There's actually no real benefit to this, and since there's no benefit, naturally no one has a strong desire to stop it.
Beneath Chernobog lies the Chaos Sea, above the barrier in the sky, above the Spirit Realm, lies a gray mist. Deep within the gray mist is the Source Castle, resembling a colossal portal of light. He could feel a double surge of energy, and in his heart, only that classic phrase remained:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
Sometimes, having too many choices can be a source of suffering.
Silver City.
Almost all the residents of Silver City participated in the meeting. The former chief, the Saint of the Death Path, Harwick, felt no discomfort under the sunlight. His faith in Shael was extremely devout, and this faith brought him fervor, as if he himself had become righteous and holy.
He officially announced that the city of Silver would henceforth convert to the Fool.
The sun in the sky, like a miracle, is the very light that fools share.
"Pray with me."
"Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune. Thank you for turning your gaze to this cursed land and bringing us the light and hope we long for."
Former Chief Harwick took the lead in praying to the Fool, and the six elders of Silver City did the same. Even Lovia, who believed in the True Creator, prayed devoutly. The hope promised by the True Creator was still in the future, but now the light had arrived, so let us sing praises and extol the mercy of the gods.
"Praise be to you, Mr. Fool."
Although he didn't know when Mr. Fool had done this important thing, and hadn't revealed any information beforehand, it didn't affect "Sun" Derrick's admiration for "Patient." Little Sun even felt a little guilty now, because he had almost wavered in his faith in Mr. Fool for some reason, which was really wrong of him.
Mr. Fool, thank you so much.
Derrick looked at the sun in the sky and muttered to himself. He had now awakened from his previous delusions. Mr. Fool had indeed not said beforehand that he would make an attempt, but such a great being as Mr. Fool had profound meaning in every move he made, and there was no need to say anything to them.