When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1133: 457: Lucifer's Afterimage

Chapter 1133: Chapter 457: Lucifer’s Afterimage

And at this very mont.

A searing heat accompanied by a radiant red light bright enough to illuminate half the night sky erupted, sending an electrifying warmth surging through everyone’s body. Aiwass and Galatea imdiately recognized the source of this power: “That’s… Candle Master?”

“Candle Master has been summoned back to the Dream Realm from the Material Realm!”

Following this was a fierce roar, like that of an eagle blended with a dragon’s cry — a swirling, dark green vortex spiraled upward to pierce the heavens.

Imdiately afterward ca a dazzling amber-colored beam of light.

It was the Lord of Scalefeather alongside Amber.

Had they once walked the Material Realm as well?

“Gemini Mirror… It seems they never appeared in the Material Realm.”

Before Aiwass could ask, Galatea proactively explained: “They have always existed within the Dream Realm, otherwise, I would have been able to sense them—”

“What about the Path of Love? Or perhaps the Beast’s Path… is the Beast Master not present yet?”

Aiwass felt puzzled.

If he were to consider the Beast Master’s tendencies, they would surely appear in the Material Realm.

However, the Miracle did not seal them back into the Dream Realm, which could only an they did not yet exist.

And as “The Sun” continued to dim further, the once-transparent moon began to manifest in view.

But it wasn’t a moon in the sense Aiwass knew — it resembled more of a slightly larger star. Its weak, lifeless light was hardly brighter than the distant street lamps, but it still managed to faintly illuminate half of the night sky.

And at that mont, the already-transford “The Sun” into an “eyeball” suddenly unleashed a brilliant blue thunderbolt, striking directly at the moon!

The moon was hit by this beam, subsequently turning into a teor and plumting into the ocean.

The stars across the heavens grew dimr, seeming to gather fewer and fewer places to reside.

Ground-born beams of light also gradually thinned.

Yet “The Sun” did not die.

It rely transford into a colossal, azure-blue eye suspended in the heavens.

The “eye” widened, shifting focus and scanning downward across the earth. Whenever it focused on sothing, the nearby stars trembled, followed by a beam of light absorbing the chosen target.

The golden-yellow veil across the heavens beca increasingly clear.

Aiwass felt a faint suppression — a sensation reminiscent of the earlier ritual Zhu Tang had perford.

And at that instant.

A blazing long spear appeared from seemingly nowhere, suddenly piercing through the eye, unleashing visible flas!

“— You!”

An enraged, deeply anguished howl roared, shaking the heavens and earth!

This was followed by hearty, triumphant laughter: “Hahaha hahaha!”

Aiwass heard the sound distinctly; he imdiately recalled whose voice it was.

— It was the laughter of Supre Heaven!

“So this is why the Great Sage turned into a one-eyed figure?!”

Aiwass exclaid instinctively.

In the next mont, he saw the eye shrinking and compressing into a black sphere, disappearing alongside the torrential blue thunder around it.

Now, neither the sun nor the moon remained in the heavens. Only a shrunken black sphere, adorned with a massive, bleeding wound.

— That wound was caused by the Heaven Piercing Spear!

Crimson blood trickled down from the wound, forming a brilliant red waterfall.

The blood fell onto the earth, yet did not bring destruction.

That striking red had beco the sole light within this pitch-black world.

The blood shimred like fire, illuminating the dim crimson landscape.

In the distance, a short tree caught the blood, rapidly growing taller before the naked eye.

However, with the eye no longer sealing the sky’s fissure, the once-perfect celestial curtain cracked apart.

No beams of light rose from the ground anymore; the stars above ceased to emit their glow. Stragglers on the ground remained, unclaid.

As the blood descended from the heavens, terrifying and silent Darkness surged outward like an unstoppable tide.

The entire world began to change at a visible pace — as if millions of years of natural cycles were unfolding within re hours.

Creatures never seen before erged — “Beasts” that had never existed. Along with other strange, unfamiliar entities Aiwass had never encountered before.

But seeing the shock and nostalgic gaze in Galatea’s eyes, Aiwass understood… this must have been the terrestrial spirits from the “Age of Darkness.”

In the heavens above, the starlight condensing across the firmant gathered instead onto the singular discolored eye. The black sphere radiated with golden-yellow light; its wound seed to contract and diminish, though it was unclear when or if it would ever fully heal.

“— This is Atlas’s sin.”

And at that mont, a magnetic voice resonated from above, behind Aiwass: “Thus, the breach in the heavens should be nded by him. Until the celestial canopy is restored, Atlas will bear responsibility for sealing the hole in the sky.

“The act of sacrifice belongs to the domain of ‘Strength.’ The initial reason for war was to gather offerings for the gods… now those offerings are needed for this occasion. Skin torn from bodies may nd skin; seeds planted may yield more wheat. The blood spilled by The Sun births all things, and all living things’ blood shall sew the heavens shut.

“As punishnt for Atlas’s harm to the world, the authority of sacrifice, once judged by the Hourglass, was transferred to the Serpent Father… And thus, the broken sky was ultimately restored by the Serpent Father.”

Aiwass turned back to look at the supposedly incomparably beautiful youth behind him.

He stood at least four ters tall, resembling both a giant and a moving statue.

Why “supposedly”? Because his body was shrouded in radiant golden light, translucent and glowing. His hair was a translucent gold; his skin, too, was an ethereal golden hue, like a figurine yet to be painted, with no discernible features or details.

The only unmistakable feature of his identity lay in his wings —

Typically, Winged Ones possessed only one pair of wings, while a few might bear ear wings or waist wings.

But the youth before Aiwass had six pairs of wings — a total of twelve. Beyond the wings on his shoulders, additional pairs adorned his back, while one pair each extended from behind his ears, his elbows, and his ankles.

These pure white wings were encrusted with gold and jewels at their fragile sections, adorned with intricate designs and embellishnts.

Compared to his semi-transparent body, these wings were solid, immaculate, and warm.

“You are…?”

Aiwass hesitated in confusion.

And Galatea’s eyes widened in astonishnt, frozen as though locked in place.

Watching this scene, it seed as if she had returned to the distant past.

“You may call … Lucifer.”

The second King of the Winged spoke gently: “It’s been so long, Galatea. I’ve been listening here for quite a while, learning your language. Thankfully, it has lost its mystique; it wasn’t too difficult to pick up.

“Greetings to you, child akin to ‘Serpent.'”

He spoke as he knelt halfway, extending his right hand toward Aiwass, explaining, “The ‘Serpent’ told this is a gesture of goodwill.”

Aiwass’s mind montarily froze.

Lucifer… wasn’t he the Fallen Celestial Marshal?

He extended his hand cautiously, slowly shaking hands with Lucifer: “Hello…”

“Fallen Celestial Marshal… I once wished to beco the Winged Celestial Marshal.”

Lucifer seed to read Aiwass’s thoughts.

He shook Aiwass’s hand warmly and amicably, then gently embraced him, pressing his face against Aiwass’s cheek. He then stood and took two steps back.

Looking up at the still-bleeding sky, his voice was steady yet radiant, as if reciting sacred praise in rhythmic tones:

“When Atlas steps into the Fourth Source River, I shall inherit the title of ‘Winged Celestial Marshal’ and continue protecting the Winged Ones.

“However, sothing may have gone wrong with the ceremony… caused by deceit, betrayal, sin, and… fall.”

He gazed at Aiwass with no trace of hatred, only pity and sorrow: “I am not Lucifer himself, but a consciousness preserved through Preservation Arts.

“I cast away my wings, leaving them here. Along with the heart of my beloved and my radiance.

“They are the only treasures I wish the filth not to stain.

“— I have preserved these mories all this ti, waiting here. And yet, instead, you ca…

“Will you still deceive ? Just as you did in the past?”