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Following the extremely obvious angelic aura, the "Chariot of the Moon" finally sneaked into a temple.
The hall was enormous, far exceeding the banquet hall of St. Mary's College.
The moment the "Chariot of the Moon" entered, countless angels suddenly came into view.
That moment had an extremely strong visual impact.
Those who have faith in angels may find it difficult to kneel in worship.
The entire hall was filled with angels, kneeling densely on the ground! It was as if all the remaining angels in this "heavenly court" had gathered here.
Their wings were folded, halos spun above their heads, their faces were filled with piety, their hands were clasped together, their chins were slightly lowered, and they closed their eyes in prayer.
Sacred hymns resounded in the void.
A rich divine aura mingled in the air.
The beliefs of all the angels seemed to converge into one, forming a huge phantom of an angel in the hall—a phantom with three pairs of wings!
Under the intense white light, the entire hall was illuminated. In a daze, Dak suddenly realized the source of his long-standing sense of unease.
—None of the "angels" in this entire hall had a shadow! But before he could even process what this meant, the figure that came into view made him frown suddenly, and the suppressed anger in his heart ignited instantly.
But then they saw that on the high platform facing countless angels, a holy cross of light stood in mid-air, and a woman dressed in pure white holy clothes was bound to the cross, her long hair hanging down, her face exquisitely beautiful.
—Those are lambs to the slaughter!
Dark suddenly covered his eyes, and the [Anger +1] that kept flashing through his vision made his eyes turn cold.
Chapter 982 Darkdemon's War (4k)
"Netherworld God Technique!"
Before his emotions completely spiraled out of control, Dark used his unwavering willpower to empty his mind and enter a state of near-death.
Driven by the "Netherworld God Technique," his attention was instantly focused on a tiny black dot, and all his extraneous emotions vanished in an instant.
Half a minute later, Dark slowly opened his eyes, and the [Anger +1] was no longer floating in his vision.
But he still took a deep breath, which stopped his anger from reigniting.
"Have you calmed down?" Aurora asked, grasping his hand. Dark nodded slightly and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not that emotional."
His gaze returned to the high platform. The reality wasn't as bad as it seemed.
The "Aries Armor" worn by Ori Dimon proves this point.
The "Aries Armor," which requires extremely high concentration and magical power to wear, is still intact on her body, meaning that although she appears powerless, she has actually maintained a considerable degree of clarity.
It's even possible that she did it on her own initiative.
If they act without authorization, it could very well ruin her plans.
Of course, this is on the premise that there is such a plan.
Therefore, at this time, you need to observe patiently enough!
Through this process of reflection, Dark's rationality returned. He looked once more at the angels kneeling in the hall, and in an instant, the thought in his mind formed a complete circle.
"What do we do now?" Lucia Artemis approached from behind and whispered.
Orly had also entered the elven camp before, and Lucia recognized her at first glance. However, she waited until Dark had calmed down before asking her questions.
Dark raised his hand and said, "Observe first, but be prepared." Lucia nodded slightly and said, "Understood!"
Regardless of how many considerations they had made beforehand, now that they were sitting in this carriage, they were like ants and clams tied to the same rope, their safety intertwined.
Therefore, whatever decision Dark makes, she will try her best to help. However…
If it were a matter of rescuing people from so many "angels"... even Lucia Artemis felt an unusually profound pressure.
After agreeing, she stepped back slightly and quickly discussed the matter with the grassland spirit, Zenny Burns.
Zenny Burns spoke very little, mostly just nodding or shaking her head. But her hands never stopped, continuously summoning small magical spirits in various ways, stacking up the star rating of the magical spirits layer by layer.
Even if you can't summon the highest-star magical spirit in this environment, you should try your best to create an environment where you can summon it immediately.
In addition, the arrangement of the ritual cards was not overlooked.
Lucia Artemis doesn't actually have as much variety in her spell cards as Zenny Burns. But she has her own specialty; she's prepared to sacrifice and summon "Forest Shadow Panther" and has infused several powerful area-of-effect spell cards with enough magic power.
The carriage gradually filled with the smell of smoke. Meanwhile, Dark was telling Angry about his discovery.
Angry knew more about the "Golden Armor" than he did, and immediately discerned Aurelia's true condition.
But she clearly hadn't noticed the incongruity of those "angels." "Now that I think about it, the 'water angels' sealed within the 'Orb of Truth' actually had no shadows," Angry said softly, staring at the platform.
Dark said, "Although the presence or absence of a shadow is something that can be seen at a glance, it is actually easy to overlook this difference before one becomes aware of it. After all, we have become so accustomed to the existence of shadows."
Aurora said, "I didn't notice them before you pointed them out. But where did their shadows go?"
Angry said, "That vanished shadow must have a special meaning. Perhaps the reason these 'angels' have become like this is because they've lost their shadows!"
Dark said, "I have the same thought. Someone must have separated their consciousness from their bodies by peeling away their shadows. That's why we're seeing this now. As for where their shadows went... if we assume their shadows weren't destroyed... we have seen shadows on the ground before!"
Aurora looked up abruptly, unable to contain herself, and said in a louder voice, "Those black shadows lingering in the streets!"
Dark nodded and said, "Although there's no apparent connection between the two, existence itself has meaning. Even compared to the other creatures in this 'Heavenly Court,' those black shadows are far too bizarre. But nothing in this world can be created out of thin air. If those black shadows were actually peeled off from the 'angels,' then their strange characteristics don't seem so hard to accept."
Aurora's heart skipped a beat, and she said, "Since those shadows were peeled off from the 'angels,' what if we reconnected them? Would they return to normal?"
Dark said, "Putting aside the fact that the two appear to be separate entities, it's completely unimaginable that they could merge into one. Even if we forcibly connect them, would it really restore the 'Angel' to normal? If it fails, wouldn't it cause the 'Angel' to fall?"
He actually had another idea.
Even if those "angels" regain their sentience, will they necessarily become allies?
As he spoke, Dak continued to observe.
The "Lunar Chariot" has risen high into the sky and is hidden in a corner of the ceiling.
From this vantage point, the vast majority of the "angels" can be seen. If the surveillance is well-done, even the smallest movements of each person can be clearly observed.
But as Dark observed, he still couldn't find anyone among the "angels" who looked like a "leader".
They knelt in the temple and prayed devoutly, binding a light-attribute "lamb" to a cross, which on the surface appeared to be a complete "sacrifice".
The earliest meaning of sacrifice was to seek the protection of the gods by offering sacrifices.
At this moment, Ollie is the sacrifice that is to be offered.
However, the one performing this sacrificial ritual was an "angel." What, then, was the purpose of this "angel" performing such a ritual to resurrect a higher order of gods?
Dark instinctively felt that it couldn't be that way. After all, the twelve gods of Mount Porobos were not dead.
Of course, even if they weren't dead, they would be extremely vulnerable at this moment. Otherwise, it would be impossible for angels belonging to the gods to have become like this.
"coming!"
Just as Dak was pondering this, a person who looked like a "leader" finally emerged from behind the platform and slowly walked up to it.
The "angels" in the audience continued to pray with their eyes closed, and not a single one of them raised its head because of his appearance.
The entire environment was suffocating.
But what's puzzling is that the person who looks like a "leader" is not an "angel"!
As Darke watched it appear, he couldn't help but clench his fist.
The creature that resembled a "leader" wore a black robe that completely covered its body, revealing only a face covered by a shattered mask.
It emitted no aura, and the part of its face visible through the gaps in the broken mask showed no distinguishing features.
But it walked upright, with coordinated limbs, looking like a humanoid creature. "Fairytale animal? Little rabbit, slowly approach," Dark sensed a danger and issued the command.
"Fairytale animal? Little rabbit" immediately drove the carriage silently toward the high platform.
The "angels" on the ground were all praying with their eyes closed, and none of them noticed its presence.
The masked man on the platform drew an ancient magic wand from his waist. With a slight shake, flames ignited at the tip of the wand.
Then, it suddenly raised its wand high, making the flames burn fiercely, as if it were holding up a torch!
After that, it began to chant in a very special ancient language, raising its hands continuously in time with the sound.
The countless "angels" below the stage opened their eyes one by one as it performed. But no brilliance could be seen in their eyes.
Although they are "angels," they are also "walking corpses"! However, this does not reduce their danger.
They could clearly understand the masked man's words, and might even be controlled by him.
Dark had prepared for the worst; the "Soul of the Moon Goddess" had already appeared beside him.
"What is that guy saying?" the "God of the Moon" asked in a low voice, frowning.
There was no similar language in Dak's knowledge base, so he could only guess from his gestures and emotions.
But there are also two elves in this carriage!
Upon hearing this, Nazani Burns immediately said, "This is a language that has been passed down from a very ancient time, and it must have been used as a common language in that era. I can recognize some words, if needed..."
Dark immediately said, "Please!"
Zenny Burns brushed a strand of hair aside and said, "It's talking about...burning, abyss, pollution, light, sublimation...burning at the stake."
As soon as she finished speaking, the masked man on the stage waved his wand forward, instantly creating a ring of fire on the stage.
The flames on the ring of fire burned fiercely, making the pure white holy armor on Ollie appear slightly red.
Ollie remained motionless with her head bowed.
Upon hearing the words "fire execution," Dark activated [Moon God (Divine Armament)].
A silver light shone from his body, and the bright moonlight shone down, making silver armor appear around him.
What the masked man was saying and what his intentions were were no longer important.
He began to prepare with complete focus.
On the high platform.
The masked man finally stopped his long-winded sermon, which only he could understand. He brandished his wand, and the flames burned ever brighter; Dark could only detect his excitement in his tone.
The entire platform was ablaze with flames, but the circle it had drawn remained empty.
But after it had expressed its desire to perform, it bowed as if taking its final bow, and then suddenly jumped backward and leaped into the flames.
As it leaped out of the circle, the surrounding flames suddenly surged in.
"aim!"
[The Demon King Aldrich] suddenly arched his back.
Dark Dimon, who had already evolved into "Lunar God," drew the "Lunar Bow" to its fullest extent at the car door, and moonlight gathered into an arrow, which was attached to the string.
Angry was already dressed in the "Aquarius Holy Armor," and even Aurora nervously clutched the corner of the snakeskin peeking out from below.
Lucia Artemis and Zeni Burns were also waiting for Dark's order to immediately sacrifice and summon the highest-ranking magical spirit.
But the anomaly occurred on the high platform.
Behind Ollie, who was bound to the cross, where the flames were dancing, ripples suddenly appeared in the space.
Dark's fingers clenched, and the "Eye of Truth" stared intently at the stage. Space itself seemed to shatter in that instant!
Two golden-armored paladins suddenly emerged from the void, accompanied by "angels" with halos above their heads. They reached out and grabbed at the cross in mid-air.
"Albert Grantham!"
"Emily Grantham!"
The sudden appearance of the "Twin Paladins" was completely unexpected.
But their actions were clearly biased towards the good.
Dark suddenly narrowed his eyes and released the bowstring taut. The "Arrow of the Moon" pierced through the barrier in an instant, shooting towards the masked man standing in the flames like a beam of light.
The masked man was just behind Ollie.
At this moment, stopping the "Twin Paladins'" rescue would be a piece of cake. Dark's "Arrow of the Moon" was aimed directly at its brow, moving at a speed so fast it seemed to turn into light.
The masked man raised his left hand and casually caught the "Arrow of the Moon" between two fingers, while his right hand held a wand that flashed towards the "Twin Paladins"—in that instant, the mental shock of the "Arrow of the Moon" was triggered, and the masked man was stunned for 0.5 seconds.
But this mere 0.5 seconds of dizziness was extremely important at that moment. The masked man's body froze in place.
The Twin Paladins, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed the cross and pulled it into the void rift.