Bernadette looked at the mausoleum, her blue eyes like the sea suddenly became very deep, like the sea before a storm.

Knowing that her father had been polluted, she couldn't do anything without preparation, so she recklessly opened the door of the mausoleum.

She needs to peek into that river of fate and make a prediction about what to do next-

Sequence 3 of the 'Hermit' path is the Master of Prophecy, and as the name suggests, the Extraordinary of this sequence has extremely powerful prophetic powers. And now Bernadette, who has been promoted to Sequence 2 'Sage', has also been able to take a step forward in her prophetic ability.

In a way, she can indeed make predictions about the power of the 'god' level.

Silently, she 'saw' a scene:

The majestic and majestic dark mausoleum shook visibly, and the heavy and tall stone door opened.

Then, a huge black arm stretched out of the stone door.

The size of the arm was close to that of the trees on the island, and in terms of color and state, it looked more like a part of a shadow, but it was not a thin layer, but filled with flesh and blood, which was extremely strange.

It propped itself up on the ground with its elbows and struggled forward, as if trying to pull out the larger, more terrifying parts that followed.

Bang!

The 'Secret Eye' shattered!

As if in an unbearable way, Bernadette closed her eyes in pain, silently resisting the unknown pollution.

And perhaps it was because of her prophecy that the island became aware of the invasion of outsiders and fiercely resisted it.

To put it simply, the island is 'alive'.

The huge trees that were dark green and almost black waved their branches, pulled out their roots one after another, and then, like humans, approached in the direction of the mausoleum!

The whole primeval forest has come to life!

The dense trees that almost obscured the sky poured in like a tide.

And in the 'forest' that came to life, the huge red dragon with its skin flowing with flames quickly flew into the air, and the eight-legged demon wolf began to run wildly among the trees......

All the transcendent and mutated creatures of this island became restless and came in the direction of the mausoleum.

They are like the island's 'immune cells', rushing to eliminate the foreign germs that have invaded the island.

"Be careful......

Knowing that she had made a big mistake, Bernadette hurriedly reminded her, and opened her eyes with the discomfort, blood and tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

But the 'lush' forest had come before them, casting shadows that completely obscured the sun's rays, as if the whole world had only been left with dark shadows, like a tide rushing up the shore to swallow them up.

And in the midst of that darkness, whispers followed, overwhelming.

The whispers of darkness are like a mother's teaching, telling them how precious life is.

An almost irrepressible thought arose in Bernadette's heart - to conceive life represents the rebirth of hope.

In the past 100 years of her life, there has never been a moment when she longed for the most primitive mating and reproduction as she does now.

The invisible whisper, even unconsciously, polluted her as an angel!

Bernadette was in unbearable pain, trying to transform into a creature of information flow in its purest form, to escape the pollution of whispers with the help of her mythical bioform, to get rid of the strong desire to have sex, and to get rid of the life that was being conceived in her body.

And just then, she heard the bell.

Jingle bell~!

The crisp sound of the bell dispelled the whispers, and restored the tranquility of Bernadette's thoughts, which had been affected by the pollution and were not even clear to her senses.

She instinctively looked in the direction the bell had come from, trying to get closer enough to free herself from the effects of the contamination altogether.

Immediately afterward, she saw the embers.

He holds the bell in his hand, and the melodious sound of the bell helps Bernadette resist the erosion of whispering, and the light blooms!

Jingle bell~!

At the melodious sound of the bell, the light quickly spread and swelled in all directions, enveloping the embers, and also over Bernadette, followed by the forest of teeth and claws, the whispers of the forest, the various transcendent creatures rushing in there, and the mausoleum in the belly of the mountain.

Eventually, the entire island was within the reach of the light.

Bernadette tried to say something, but she couldn't make any sound.

The world is silent, and there is nothing to hide under the white light.

She could see everything around her clearly, and the withered branches were almost reaching her face. But it stopped there, motionless, as if it had been frozen. At this moment, it was as if even time had stood still.

All that left her world was that brilliant gray, neither beautiful nor holy, but brilliant enough!

Call~!

The wind whistled by, like something expanding to the whole island with the light, and followed,

Bang!

In a brilliant light, a shock wave swept through everything.

Bernadette could see the dead branches in front of her being swallowed up by the 'invisible', then crushed, destroyed, and slowly disappearing into the air, then the 'tree people' connected by the dead branches, then the whole forest, to the red dragons that soared in the sky, or the demon wolves that rushed to the jungle, everything was shrouded and annihilated.

Syllable!

The light quickly explored inward, and returned to Ember's hands, as if everything had just been an illusion.

However, when Bernadette looked around, all she could see was flat but incomparably desolate land.

The ground is bare, not to mention the forest, not even a single weed.

It seemed that nothing but themselves could rise above the soles of their shoes.

Bernadette subconsciously looked at the mausoleum, as if she was worried that the mausoleum itself would be damaged.

But when she looked up, the mausoleum was still standing not far away.

It's just that the original mountain that wrapped the mausoleum has disappeared at this moment, and it seems that it has also been annihilated in that shock wave.

Ember, Bernadette, mausoleum.

Aside from the barren earth beneath their feet, they were the only thing left on the island.

Bernadette looked at the young man beside her, her lips slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something, but finally fell silent.

Ember put away the holy bell of Yu'er Shika and walked unhurriedly to the mausoleum.

Bernadette followed behind him, watching him approach the stone door of the mausoleum, placing her hands on the two heavy stone doors.

Bernadette reminded in a low voice:

"There's something behind the door, something to do with the pollution just now."

For Bernadette, the prophesied 'creature' that escaped from the mausoleum was a deadly threat, so she instinctively rejected the act of opening the stone door directly.

But for Ember, it may not even be a problem.

So Bernadette didn't try to stop it, just reminded her.

Thundered!

With a heavy pouring sound, the stone door of the Black Emperor's mausoleum was slowly pushed open, revealing a narrow gap that could only accommodate one person to pass through.

Through that gap, Bernadette saw the inside of the mausoleum of the Black Emperor.

The light from the sky pierced through the cracks, enough to illuminate a corner of the mausoleum, but it didn't illuminate anything.

The interior of the mausoleum was still dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Bernadette frowned slightly, she didn't see anything, nothing came out.

It was silent, except for the sound of the water swaying—the water that had come from all sides after the island had been flattened.

Ember seemed to be unguarded, and stepped into the mausoleum.

Bernadette hesitated, but followed.

But the moment they entered the mausoleum, a shadow suddenly burst out of the shadow inside the door, enveloping the embers in the blink of an eye!

As if it had a life of its own, the shadow expanded into an illusory human form and pounced on the embers, trying to give him a new life as a mother.

Bernadette reacted quickly, and the endless stream of information turned into waves and rushed into the shadows, trying to keep it barricaded inside the door.

Because in her prophecy, there was a similar scene.

Although for some reason, it was not the dark arm that appeared, but the shadow in front of him.

But it's essentially the same!

But just when Bernadette was about to get it, suddenly.

Her body was completely immobile, as if she was firmly bound in place by an invisible shackle.

Immediately afterward, a pair of illusory and sacred white wings naturally spread out behind her, as if she was passively fighting against something.

In the next second, on the pair of angel wings, the white feathers fell one after another, and they grew deformed, thin in the air.

The fluffy limbs, and the gaps created by the cascading feathers opened one after another, as if they had become countless eyes.

The distorted feathers let out a crisp laugh, causing the 'clucking' sound to echo in her ears.

They all came to life and became miniature 'feathered people'.

This reminded Bernadette of some fairy tales her father had told, where elves no bigger than their thumbs would appear.

In a flash of thought, Bernadette felt an itch in her right eye.

The eyelashes of that eye grew rapidly, turning into tiny arms that propped up to her face, trying to pull them out.

"I see it! I see it! Bernadette's right eye protrudes with a vascular protrusion and a childish and light voice of its own, as if gaining its own intellect and consciousness.

Almost at the same time, Bernadette's left ear jerked down, covering the ear canal.

"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it! The ear shouted in a slightly high-pitched voice.

If she didn't use her spirit to perceive it, Bernadette would definitely think that there was a little girl next to her, covering her ears and stomping her feet and screaming.

Without giving her any room to buffer, every cell and hair in her body began to scream, screaming for a new life from her body.

"Obviously, everyone is an independent life, why should they be attached to you?" Her hair was growling.

"We've got a new lease of life, and we want to be independent!" Her guts were growling.

"Let me out! Let me out! It was as if there were countless bugs wriggling under her skin.

Her whole person, her whole body, came to life.

That's the new life!

Bernadette in this state is struggling enough just to fight against the 'living' body.

But even so, she was still distracted by the embers on the side.

He is closer to the shadows and is theoretically far more affected by the 'new life' than Bernadette.

But in reality, Bernadette didn't see any signs of mutation in him.

A distorted shadow loomed over the embers, trying to seep more of them into the embers. Even Bernadette could feel the 'anxiety' of the shadows, and he was desperate to bring the embers to life.

But no matter how the shadow penetrated, the embers remained unmoved, unaffected.

He just calmly raised his palm and grabbed Shadow's neck.

"Freshmen?"

Ember shook his head with some regret:

"It's a little useful, but not much."

The Fallen Mother Goddess is an outer god, but after all, she is only an outer god.

He has a strength far beyond Sequence 0, but due to the existence of the barrier, the power that can penetrate this world is limited after all.

It's like the power projected on this island, barely reaching the level of Sequence 1, but unless the barrier is further weakened, this direct projection of power will only be this level at best.

For Bernadette, who is only in sequence 2, if she comes alone, it is almost certain that she will be tainted by the fallen mother goddess.

But luckily, Bernadette wasn't the only one who came.

And the embers, and the 'fools'.

Ember hopes that the Fallen Mother Goddess will give him a new life, and this is almost the best solution at this stage - to use the new life to separate the other one completely, instead of invading each other as he is now.

Syllable!

The shadow was casually tossed aside, and he struggled to his feet, ignoring the flames burning around him.

Ahhhh

Under the scorching flames, the shadows became more and more distorted, and he fell to the ground in pain in a twisted scream, like a victim struggling to survive in a sea of fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bernadette once again transformed into a creature of information flow in its purest form.

The 'activated' parts that represent 'new life' are stripped from her body and her body is restored to its purity.

When she regained her adulthood again, the 'message' that had been stripped away also changed.

There are eyelashes that have turned into arms, and there are puddles of flesh that are constantly wriggling, growing out of eyes and limbs.

But she still couldn't move, and her body was still suppressed by the 'rules'.

She looked up at the embers, who were still unaffected, and were walking towards the mausoleum.

Without hesitation, a spirit flew out of Bernadette's back, took out a ceremonial silver dagger from her clothing pocket, cut her boots short, shredded her trouser legs, cut off her coat and shirt, and plucked the feathers from her three-cornered hat.

And with her complete series of movements, her body regained its freedom and was no longer suppressed by restraints.

Bernadette lowered her eyebrows slightly, she was not happy about it.

It's obvious.

This is Russell's mausoleum, with two very different powers - the rebirth of the 'outer gods' and the rules of Russell.

And that also means that Russell, her father, is really here.

She didn't look at the shadows scorched by the flames, and quickly kept up with the embers.

There is no need to use the 'voyeurism' ability, and everything here is clearly presented in front of her eyes:

The interior of the 'Black Emperor's mausoleum was empty, with nothing but the dark walls and the high platform in the center.

On the high platform, a chair for a giant resembles an iron chair, with intricate and twisted patterns engraved on the surface, and the top of the backrest extends upwards in the shape of a crown.

At this time, there was no figure on this heavy and huge seat, as if waiting for its emperor to return.

"Why is it empty?"

A look of confusion flashed in Bernadette's eyes, the 'rules' that exist here clearly tell her that the owner of the throne is here, and the 'Black Emperor' is here, but why is the seat empty?

(End of chapter)