Chapter 865: Chapter 271: Kingship’s Theft, Sophia Jones’s Origins_2
The low-tier card masters watching the scene couldn’t help but feel a fear arising from the depths of their souls, an instinctive urge to kneel in submission.
Barre Shepherd, with eyes slightly squinted, realized that sothing big was about to happen.
Above Arthur’s head, the Thorn Crown emanated a Holy Light of Kingship. He took out a gem-encrusted dagger and sliced it across the palm of his left hand, blood trickling out with a faint golden hue.
It seed to be a ritual for initiating so kind of blood sacrifice.
Guided by an invisible force, the spilled blood slowly ford a vast Nine-point Star Array on the land.
Behind Arthur, a Demon God Tyrant with a crown forcibly extracted threads of black silk from the sky.
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In an instant, a super-cognitive power, like chains of rules, surged through the world. Fear gathered abruptly, like thunderclouds before a storm.
This ti, it wasn’t just Leonard Churchill who could see it; everyone saw the rolling black air condensed by the Law of Fear.
A great terror that made souls shiver was spreading throughout the Mysterious Realm.
Barre Shepherd, squinting, stared at the black clouds above and looked at King Arthur, whose body was a manifest blend of fear and the law of kingship, and murmured to himself, “Protected by the Life Pattern of Kingship, indeed he cannot be killed…”
He didn’t stop it, nor could he.
At this mont, the four Knights below the King also assembled into a square formation.
In the center, Arthur’s face turned pale, but the fury in his brows solidified even more.
The old man realized that although this fellow’s Air was getting stronger, the cost was extrely high.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have resorted to it at such a ti.
In one hand, Arthur continued to drip blood into the array while chanting a secret Augustus family incantation: “The eagle of Lanlingster soars through the Infinite Abyss Rift, atop the ancient Iron Throne, there sits the legend, the King of Augustus, ah… Hero, night traveler through the Dark Empire, as the Four Soul Flowers bloom, the lost pioneer, the great Fear Dominator…”
This was an ancient tongue of the Taron Royal Family from three thousand years ago, incomprehensible to bystanders, resonating in the ears like the low whisper of demons but not registering in the mind.
But everyone could clearly see that with each segnt of the spell recited, the oppressive clouds in the sky had beco so dense that they seed on the verge of collapsing.
Nearby, several streets displayed a scene akin to the apocalypse.
Only then did the scattered onlookers realize sothing terrible was about to unfold, and they started to flee in every direction.
And at that mont, the only thing left on Arthur’s handso face was a fierce, savage smile as the Spell was completed: “Tyrant Domain· Infinite Horror!”
Suddenly, it was as if a rule within the Mysterious Realm had been triggered.
Death Air rose tumultuously.
All who were still alive saw the Enlightennt: “Divine Ruins Treasure House Berserk Mode activated, Fear Manifestation, high-level trial difficulty…”
Having retreated a great distance, Leonard Churchill also saw the prompt and glanced sideways, locking eyes with Sophia Jones at his side.
He said, “You saw the Enlightennt too?”
Sophia Jones nodded gravely, “Yes.”
Leonard spoke in an equally helpless tone, “That Augustus wants to kill everyone…”
Sophia was silent, her sense of imminent danger even more acute.
Although unsure what “Berserk Mode” implied.
The difficulty of the Mysterious Realm was already high before, and if it increased further, few might make it out alive.
Leonard also realized that this Divine Ruins Treasure House really seed like a semi-finished version of the Alternate Dinsion.
The difference was that the external Alternate Dinsion operated entirely on AI autonomously, with creatures and monsters possessing their own intelligence; whereas this Divine Ruins Secret Realm rely had so rigid monsters, and even required administrators to adjust so background rules.
But control by human hands, this was truly a Divine Artifact of inheritance.
After a brief exchange, the two did not stop.
Leonard led Sophia Jones towards the Underground safe areas he had previously cleared of monsters.
The next mont, countless monsters throughout the vast city ruins went berserk.
They no longer wandered aimlessly, but as if bestowed with so intelligence, they actively began hunting the living humans.
And the Super Tier Undead Spirits dormant in the darkness, one by one, awakened.
Throughout the large city ruins, an atmosphere of fear began to boil over!
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However, to everyone’s surprise.
Just as the Mysterious Realm was undergoing these strange changes, next to the pit at the Upper State Prison in Sinless City.
A shattered mirror was reflecting every move of the New King of Orlan.
On the other side, Camilla with silver hair that flowed with no wind, also cut open her palm, dropping blood onto the ground, which gathered into a Magic Array identical to the one under Arthur’s feet in the mirror.
She echoed the mirror image, chanting the sa Curse: “The eagle of Lanlingster soars through the Infinite Abyss Rift…”
Camilla’s actions almost perfectly overlapped with Arthur’s in the mirror.
As the incantation ca to an end, Camilla’s Holy Grail of Kingship in front of her also erupted with a surge of Law power, as if a contract had been completed.
She sensed a connection with the Divine Ruins Treasure House!
Not far away, several people watched Camilla’s every move with bated breath.
It could be said that this usurpation of control was a critical turning point in the entire plan.
Only if Camilla succeeded could they gain control over so of the rules within the Mysterious Realm.
That was the most crucial prerequisite for eradicating the Old Days Believers.
Finally, after a mont, the array shone brilliantly, and Camilla was enveloped in a special glow.
Faint, yet like a spark, it brought hope to those who saw it.
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