Terra Calendar 1590.8.4.

Red moon night.

Evening: 18:10.

Big Ben.

Big Ben is a magnificent bell tower building that towers over the skyline of the city centre. Located on the south bank of the River Thames, it is closely connected to the Houses of Parliament and forms the famous cityscape of the Foggy City.

Big Ben's bell tower has a Gothic exterior and is made of dark stone masonry, with a height of about 96 meters and four clock faces, facing east, west, south and north.

On each clock face there are large, eye-catching clocks with clearly visible hands to tell the time.

At the top of the bell tower is a minaret, the top of which rises high and stretches out to the sky, like a grand tower guarding the fog capital.

When night falls, the exterior walls of the bell tower are illuminated by the lights and become brilliant like a shining star. Every night, Big Ben lights up thousands of lights, lighting up the entire London night sky, becoming a symbol and symbol of the city.

And tonight, Big Ben sparkles as usual.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!!"

"The ceremony is ahead of schedule, the interference of the angel of heaven..."

At the top of Big Ben, the elderly Lando Ermelo Archibald coughed violently, and he covered his mouth with his right hand, a scarlet, rust-like liquid flowing down from the palm of his right hand and dripping onto the floor, rippling a blood-colored flower.

"There is nothing more tragic than life, a man who spins through everything, who believes in the truth and turns a blind eye to it."

Lando Ermelo took out a mask, his blood-stained right hand leaving a visible mark on the surface of the mask.

"What is it that is cursed and popular? What is it that is longed for and expelled? What is forever protected? What is it that is denounced and accused? Who are you who you dare not summon him? "Teacher, the answer to the riddle you gave me back then was 'Rigoletto' and 'Harlequin' in the play, and after you died, I got your answer to the riddle from others, and your answer was 'justice', and when I asked the piercing man, his answer was 'genius'." ”

"What is the answer to the riddle? What is truth? Teacher, the teachings you have given me are getting more and more vague. ”

"Do not go astray into the path of sophistry; Don't write empty words, don't do clichés, don't pretend to be a healthy person or a selfless person; Avoid rhetoric, pursue truth, love yourself, love your country, love humanity..."

"Teacher, I can't do it."

Lando Ermelo looked at his withered and old hands, his eyes showing fear and cowardice, and he trembled and raised the mask in his hand and slowly put it on.

Click-

White barbs pierced the back of his head, the mask smeared over his head, and his eyes began to turn scarlet.

When night falls, the city is lit up with sparkling lights, and the bustling streets are bustling with traffic, and people rush through the crowd, making it feel like you're in another world. In this busy city, everyone has their own story, their own dreams and desires, they are constantly chasing the goals of life, trying to change their destiny, but the cycle of fate always seems to be full of helplessness and banter, like an endless cycle, everyone plays a different role in it, running in the long river of time all day long.

The mask-wearing Lando Ermero's blood-colored eyes showed an obscure glow, and then he looked up at the red moon in the sky.

Boom Boom –

Huge ripples suddenly appeared in the sky of the foggy capital, and then, a huge burning ship appeared in front of everyone.

Accompanying the ship was a dark figure, floating under the blood moon, flying long and fluttering, the night sky as his canopy, and the illuminated cityscape as the background.

He looked down at the historic city with an indifferent expression and a cold gaze.

The massive [Aether Tide] began to surge through the cracks in the void, and the night seemed to be twisted into a huge ripple of water under the light of the red moon.

The blood-red eyes of the Piercing Gong flashed with an ominous light, like a beast in the middle of the night, looking at the blonde young man who was thousands of kilometers away from him, burning the golden chalice on the deck of the ship, and those blood-colored eyes were full of bone-chilling coldness.

He will not make any more mistakes, he will do his best here, he will use the blood and head of Hugh Abraham, the [Aether Tide] of the Spirit Tomb, the billions of living beings in the fog capital, and the foundation of the [Clock Tower] to impact the immortal miracle.

"Death is inevitable for anyone,

We are all one,

Every human life is a whole part,

Every soul that dies is a part of us.

So don't imagine yourself as an isolated island,

Everyone's death is a bell,

Resonate all around us.

Don't ask for whom the bell is tolling,

It rings for you,

It chirps for me,

It rings for all of us. ”

When—

The bell on the bell tower of Big Ben rang and the whole fog seemed to shake.

It stands tall and quietly watches over the city, and whenever the bell rings, it is like a solemn guardian, announcing the passage of time with a sonorous bell.

At this moment, the eyes of the people in the fog capital were unconsciously attracted by the terrifying scene in the sky.

Click, click, click~

The [crown] behind the piercing male began to make an overwhelmed sound, which he ignored and continued to chant.

"The bird of Hermes is my name, devour my own wings to protect my heart!"

Disheveled!!!

The jet-black aura exploded, and then, something terrifying revived from the piercing male's body, and the dense eyes opened from his body.

He slowly stretched out his hand, as if holding an invisible force.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air, as if to foretell the horror to come.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

The sky began to rain blood.

At the same time, his body began to change, and the black clothes quickly tore in all directions, revealing the countless scars on his body. Each scar was like a river, and his body became the source of those rivers.

【Crown Unfolded: River of Death!】 】

Boom Boom –

Boom Boom –

A desperate force surged out from inside the Piercing Male's body, like a wild torrent, sweeping through the entire space.

It is a river of souls, each of which is an enemy he has killed in the past. Their faces were contorted, full of fear and pain, they were screaming, they were struggling, they were screaming.

The river rushed out, as if it was about to swallow the whole world.

These spirits take different forms, some resemble dogs, some resemble birds, some resemble fish, and some have blurred shapes. They surround the Piercing Duke as if he were their king, their master.

Their presence is not only a symbol of the power of the Piercing Gong, but also a testament to his past killings and sins.

The process seemed endless, and the river continued to gush out of the piercing man's body like a raging flood.

These souls pierced through his body like black tentacles, as if they were about to drag everything into the abyss.

"Ahhh

"Ahhh

The process is crazy and terrifying, with an ominous atmosphere.

The black river swirled in the air, like an evil dragon, with a monstrous might, rushing straight towards the enemy. It was a desperate massacre, a shocking performance.

Faced with such a scene, everyone fell into shock, looking at this terrifying image in front of them that was once just a legend, they looked at this monster in front of them who they once only knew its name, their hearts trembled wildly, their bodies trembled, and their world trembled.

Despair, they felt fear, they felt the imminence of death.

The [River of Death] behind the piercing male was still stretching, and the black flowing water was like the deepest undercurrent in the night sky, like an infinite black hole, devouring all the light.

The Dead River seems to be hunting for food, their wildness, their roar, their struggle, are the deepest threats and intimidations to the living.

Darkness, endless darkness, as if all that was left at the end of the world was the smile of the Piercing Male and the surging river of death.

In this world, there is nothing more real and colder than death.

In the face of such a scene, all the resistance, all the struggles, seem so small and powerless.

The River of Death seemed to be the roar of the Impaler, and it was also his song.

He is the messenger of death, he is the lord of darkness.

His existence is a threat to the living, a contempt for the living.

His smile is a mockery of the living, a mockery of the living.

Three million four hundred and forty four thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven dead souls, from top to bottom, turned into a tide of despair and flooded the fog capital.

The people fell to their knees, wailing in pain and weeping, and before the river of death fell, they had been directly destroyed by the terrible Mima.

The terrible and painful cries of souls in the sky echoed the fearful cries of the people of the Fog Capital on the ground, and at the moment when the [River of Death] unfolded, the [Clock Tower] seventy and five cities were activated at the same time, and a huge distorted force field covered the entire Fog Capital.

When—

When—

When—

Big Ben began to ring frantically, and the massive [Miracle] began to communicate with the Aether Level, making massive distortions of the present world.

[Miracle: Narrator Sublimation!] 】

The people of the entire fog capital fell into a special state of observation, they began to shift from "narrative lifeforms" to "observer lifeforms", their spirituality was increased, their collective consciousness was sublimated towards the ether, and they began to be cut off from the present world, and the river of death penetrated them and emerged around the fog capital.

In an instant, the fog seemed to sink into an abyss.

The streets, the buildings, the lights, all swallowed up by the darkness.

Only the figure of the piercing male, independent in the dark, is like an eternal monument.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless wails and fears echoing, the souls of the dead in the river of death.

Then, like a tidal wave, black rivers gushed out, cut through the streets, invaded buildings, and mercilessly swallowed everything, some not covered by miracles.

The River of Death glows with a faint glow, flowing with a cold breath of death.

In the darkness, the fog was drowned by this unstoppable tide, and only the figure of the Piercing Male, like a judge, looked down on the dead city.

At this moment, Lando Ermero, who was standing on Big Ben, had taken off his mask, and the ripples of time on his face had been smoothed.

His appearance regained the handsomeness of his youth, his body was full of grace and luxury, his figure became tall again, and his beautiful black hair, as deep and smooth as black agate in the night sky, reflected his high forehead and slightly raised eyebrows, revealing a trace of arrogance and excitement.

Lando Ermero looked condescendingly at the black tide.

They waited too long for this moment, and forced out the [Miracle Project] of the [Clock Tower] through the River of Death, and then used the huge [Aether Tide] impact project to make the miracle act on the Piercing Male, burning the thaumaturgical pool of the [Clock Tower], so that the Piercing Male, the [Crowner], entered the forced "Observer Lifeform", and then devoured the people of the Fog Capital, refining tens of thousands of [Philosopher's Stones].

To do this, they need to decompose living beings into salt (body), sulfur (soul) and mercury (spirit), and [the philosopher's stone] is the product of a perfect balance of these three elements.

On Big Ben, a phantom figure holding a book appears behind Lando Ermero, and when this figure appears, layers of mercury emerge from his body.

This is the incarnation of Lando Ermero - [Zosimus].

The silvery liquid of mercury flowed, twisting and winding on the ground like a living thing.

It seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and as a mysterious force guided its direction and form, a huge circle was soon formed.

The pattern of the circle is composed of countless intricate patterns and symbols, and each line flows with the light of mercury. The flickering silver light casts a dark aura, filling the entire chamber with an atmosphere of mystery. These symbols and patterns are like a loom woven with magic, and each thread is a vital part of the circle.

In the center of the circle, a mysterious symbol shimmered brightly.

This symbol represents mysterious power and secret knowledge, and is the heart of the entire circle, and mercury constantly wriggles around this symbol, as if pursuing its mysteries.

Zosimus floated in front of the circle, holding an ancient codex and chanting an ancient incantation in a low voice.

"God is the glory of all things, as is the holy man and the holy nature. God, like the mind, nature, and matter, is the beginning of all that exists, for He is wisdom, meaning to direct them forward. The Divine One is also the beginning, nature, energy, necessity, consummation, and renewal.

In the abyss, there was boundless darkness, water, and a wonderful breath of intellect, all of which existed in the chaos through divine power. Then a divine light was emitted, and the elements were solidified from the essence of the liquid state. All the gods divide the part of the original essence. ”

【Ritual of Stealing: Supreme Son】

For this moment, Lando Ermelo had waited a long time, and in order to steal [the miracle] first, he would have to shatter the protection of seventy-five cities.

And the easiest way to break something is to dismantle it from within.

For example, now.

Click, click

In the distance, the shelter circle belonging to Ermero's exclusive classroom collapsed instantly, and the members of the Ermelo family who stayed inside the circle looked at the broken circle in horror.

"No..."

"Roar!!

Almost instantly, the entire classroom was enveloped in a river of death.

The ink-like darkness, filled with a foul smell, surrounded the classroom, staining the sky black.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in this darkness, and all life trembled under this darkness.

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Westminster Palace.

It is a magnificent Gothic building with intricate spires and cornices, and towers towering over the skyline. The whole building is mainly gray stone, exuding a heavy historical atmosphere, and the façade has exquisite carvings and patterns.

At this moment, the entire Palace of Westminster was covered in a black wave, and the only clean lot was where three people stood.

Broly, who was dressed in a plain robe, was steaming all over his body at this time, and the [Beowulf] behind him frantically punched and hit the surging tide, and he relied on his own strength to create a vacuum in the tide.

"If you can't cure the disease this time, you'll really die." The immature children's voice sounded in the vacuum.

Turce was about to cry and look at himself who had shrunk again, and the clothes on his body looked extremely bloated and fat for him now.

His original state was that of a teenager in his early tens, but under the [element impact] of the piercing male, the [reverse chronological disease] on his body was directly aggravated, and the whole person was directly reversed back to his early five years old, and he was directly dried back to his juvenile state from the juvenile state, and even more unlucky, he was also infected with [ore disease].

Turce clasped the gray crystals on his arm, which were attached to the flesh and covered in a massive, twisted mimanine that was contaminating his spirit.

After studying it for a while, he looked to the side for a week that was gasping for breath.

Of the three, Broly was the first to wake up from the [Elemental Impact], and it was because of him that the three of them were not taken away by the River of Death in the first place - the [miracle] of the Fog Capital did not shelter the three of them.

"Also... It's ok..." Zhou slowly stood up from the ground, his face looking a little pale.

Turce breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of a week unharmed, and then, clenching his little fists, he yelled at the blonde angel on the other side of the sky.

"This TMD is your so-called plan, damn golden retriever, you unscrupulous black-hearted boss, black-bellied man, squinting, careful..."

Turce, who was in a young state, cursed milkily, and after scolding for a while, he felt a lot less angry, while cursing, he actually kept looking at the piercing man who was confronting the blonde youth, and he was secretly relieved to see that the other party did not slap the blonde youth to death, but looked at the blonde youth with a vigilant face.

It seems that Abraham still has his hole cards.

Soon, Tours looked at Lando Ermelo Archibald, who was standing on Big Ben.

"Damn, this black-hearted golden retriever teleported us here, it must be so that we can get rid of that damn thaumaturgical nobleman, I really don't want to let go of any oil and water, make the best use of it, and if the employee is not dead, he will call him to death."

Tours, who was in his infancy, sighed helplessly, then looked at Broly and Zhou.

"Let's go, our goal is already very obvious."

"Hmm."

Broly nodded, and then he lifted him up to the face of Tours' astonished gaze, and let him ride on his shoulder like a father.

"You... What are you doing!? Turce's face flushed with excitement.

Bastard, I'm not a child!!

"It's more convenient to fight like this." Broly replied succinctly.

“·····” Turce stopped talking, he looked at the vast river of death, and finally chose to remain silent.

"Let's go."

Beowulf behind Broly began to forge a path in the River of Death, and a week of relief summoned Zorro to help.

The trio began to march against the blood-red river of death towards the arrogant thaumaturgical aristocracy.

(End of chapter)