When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1140: 462: Mushroom Cloud Slowly Rising

Chapter 1140: Chapter 462: Mushroom Cloud Slowly Rising

Mu’s patience and the wanderer’s foresight proved futile.

Their bodies were severed at the waist or sliced through the chest. A violet, eerily enchanting splatter-like pattern erged at the junction of the severed corpses.

A cut at the waist doesn’t necessarily lead to instant death, but the power of Sin and Punishnt perating their bodies certainly will!

Even the dismbered parts began to steadily animate under the corrupting force—it adhered them to the ground with its violet energy, preventing them from being blown away. Yet, it seed they were on the verge of transforming into Demons!

The only survivor was the Amber Master.

In an instant, he transfigured himself into a substance resembling amber—a gelatinous material. Though his previous body had shattered, he manifested on the other side, letting the remains of his original corpse dissolve into a viscous golden adhesive.

Aiwass acted without hesitation—he didn’t even spare ti to remove his clothes, directly transforming into the Sin Beast form.

He had no ti to calculate how much mana it would consu.

If his miracle of resurrection couldn’t bring back his teammates who were dragged into this calamity by him, then what aning would such resurrections hold?

Aiwass let out a mournful cry toward the heavens, a sorrowful deer’s wail that stretched endlessly.

Even within the noisy, chaotic surroundings, his voice rang out crystal-clear, instantly silencing everything else. The world was briefly restored to tranquility.

A ripple-like white halo spread outward from beneath Aiwass’s feet.

The severed pieces of corpse radiated dazzling white light, gradually rging back together; even Cardinal Galatea’s body glowed with a similar brilliance, confirming Aiwass’s earlier perception was correct.

Witnessing this sight, however, the Fallen Celestial Marshal ceased his attack.

“…Oh? The Son of Candle…”

His voice brimd with mockery and venom, full of resentnt and the wicked intent to burn everything to ashes: “Even that deer stands by your side? Fine, fine, fine…”

“Boss, save us—!”

Without a second thought, Aiwass cried out in his heart.

Since his reunion with Aleister, he had rarely resorted to Advanced Divine Arts seeking guidance. Mostly because their fusion had eliminated his previous uncertainties, no longer needing his boss to give him a nudge before acting.

Aiwass clearly understood his purpose, and the issues he faced could usually be resolved through his own strength. Except for his daily prayers, he barely reached out to the Lord of Scalefeather.

But now, the situation was different.

For so inexplicable reason, the Fallen Celestial Marshal could directly strike him!

And it wasn’t the vessel pulled down by the Ring of Ouroboros—it was the true divine form of the God himself!

“Incarnation” is a term used in Ritual Studies. It refers to a spiritually elevated, imnsely powerful being without a physical vessel, rging with a body from the Material Realm, thereby gaining the ability to influence it tangibly. Even when an Earthbound Spirit like Alice possesses a fleshly host, it can count as a form of incarnation.

However, incarnation inherently imposes limits on one’s strength. It’s akin to a full barrel of water being reduced to a re trickle through a faucet. The flow becos controlled but diminished considerably.

Yet the Fallen Celestial Marshal before him was wielding the power of his true form to attack Aiwass—this was bypassing the limitations of the Wall of Balance, and Aiwass had no idea how he managed to do it!

Unless he could unravel the mystery behind this power, Aiwass’s endless resurrections would be futile. It would only perpetuate an endless cycle until Aiwass was forced to completely transform into the Candle Saint—the only way to gain a divine body that could confront the Fallen Celestial Marshal head-on.

“Hee-hee-hee, here we go~”

Without any pause, the flippant voice of the Lord of Scalefeather echoed.

It seed He had been waiting for Aiwass’s call all along. Or perhaps… even if Aiwass hadn’t summoned Him, He had been watching regardless.

“Boss!”

This familiar voice flooded Aiwass with overwhelming reassurance: “Save us!!!!”

“Easy, easy…”

A verdant barrier rose sharply from the earth, montarily shielding Aiwass and his freshly resurrected teammates, whose clothes were now tattered.

And the Lord of Scalefeather’s endless muttering drifted to Aiwass’s ears: “Pay attention, Little Ai. Lucifer hasn’t left the Dream Realm, so directly filing a complaint against him is futile.”

“So then… what’s going on here?”

Aiwass’s thoughts reached out.

The Lord of Scalefeather’s will instantly responded: “You’ve sent yourselves to the fringes of the Dream Realm. This world has been sustained by Preservation Arts for so long, it has already detached from the Material Realm, existing within the fissure between the Material Realm and the Dream Realm—much like Fairyland.

“Like how the Great Sage once helped you by striking soone with lightning, or how Supre Heaven extended a finger during your ascension ritual—the Wall of Balance restricts direct descent of divine beings to the Lower Realm, but they can still influence the Material Realm under certain conditions. After all, the Gods don’t physically enter—they rely send their power.

“It’s like standing outside a fence charged with electricity while holding a gun and firing inside. As long as they withdraw swiftly, the Balancers won’t interfere or te out punishnt… Do you understand now?

“This fractured world—if it were fully broken, you’d have fallen straight out. In this half-shattered state, anything they do will leave no traces… because the world is about to completely collapse.”

“What should I do then?”

Aiwass asked anxiously in his heart. “Boss, can your power penetrate through?”

“Of course.”

The Lord of Scalefeather replied leisurely, “I’m already on my way, but you need to hold on for now. Stall them with so verbal tricks, buy so ti?

“The Dream Realm follows a concept of ‘distance.’ Lucifer is here… Perhaps it’s because today is April 7th—that unforgettable day for the Fallen Celestial Marshal.”

Hearing this, Aiwass froze in his Sin Beast form.

He already bore imnse guilt toward Lucifer, and now he couldn’t stand to face the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s wrath.

“…How long?”

Finally, Aiwass asked for confirmation.

“Quite a while yet.”

The Lord of Scalefeather chuckled ambiguously: “Think of sothing? You should have a way.”

“Understood.”

Aiwass’s voice turned resolute.

He knew what the Lord of Scalefeather ant.

—He had one remaining resurrection.

Perhaps it was ti to use it here…

Once, the Shepherd had successfully influenced the Fallen Celestial Marshal with the Nurturing Skill, which indicated that the Marshal wasn’t immune to its effects.

Though it might not permanently alter the Marshal’s will—if he could just buy so precious ti, that life would be worth it!

At the very least, he had to ensure the innocent could be sent away first!

That life would co due after the Fallen Celestial Marshal fell to mortal dust!

The resurrection was ant to counter the Marshal—it was rely being deployed prematurely. So long as Aiwass avoided true death in the future…

His dialogue with the Lord of Scalefeather flowed as swiftly as lightning.

Despite their extensive exchange, on the outside only an instant had passed.

As Aiwass, still in Sin Beast form, made up his mind to confront his guilt and suicidal urges, reverting to his human form to enact the Nurturing Skill—

The Defiant Fla Butterfly suddenly shot forward like a teor!

She charged into the amorphous darkness, cutting through it like blazing fire—a streaking Fire teor!

“Lia!”

Aiwass instinctively called out the Defiant Fla Butterfly’s na.

Her voice, equally resolute, replied: “Let try first!”

She had heard the conversation between Aiwass and the Lord of Scalefeather, and thus recognized one key fact—

If the Fallen Celestial Marshal could briefly interfere, it was because this world hovered in a state of near-destruction yet not complete collapse…

What if she could accelerate its destruction?

Facing the Fallen Celestial Marshal, Demons like the Night Fiends had no place in the battle; the Wild Hunt King wasn’t equipped for widespread destruction.

Only she could assist Aiwass now!

In an instant, the Defiant Fla Butterfly’s body ignited with Dawnfire.

Her life force was ablaze.

The radiance of the fire coalesced into a singular point.

After a brief mont of stagnation, the world erupted in a blinding white light.

It was the radiance of a miraculous dawn, illuminating the heavens and the earth in a sunless, darkened world—

The very next mont, a mushroom cloud rose slowly into the sky!