When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1262: 538: Great Sin: Fallen Vines

Chapter 1262: Chapter 538: Great Sin: Fallen Vines

After Saint John left, Aiwass approached the place where the Fallen Celestial Marshal disappeared.

He extended his hand slightly and touched the void.

Ripples floated like water waves, and a rune erged from them.

It twisted reality, constantly changing, and finally stabilized into the shape of the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s feather.

—This is a Celestial Marshal Shard.

With mixed feelings, he held the purple-black feather in his hand, and a system panel appeared before Aiwass:

[Celestial Marshal Shard-Fragnt of Fall and Sin]

[—The law of Fall and Sin, the remnant of the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s power. Use it appropriately and there is a chance to beco the Fallen Celestial Marshal or the Sin Heavenly Master.]

Only two short lines, yet the information was startling.

“…Ready, Vinesse?”

Aiwass spoke softly, summoning the Book of Law.

[Of course.]

The voice of the Night Fiend resonated in Aiwass’s mind.

Thus, Aiwass drew the Sin Card of the Night Fiend from it and gradually brought the feather closer to the Sin Card.

At the mont it touched the Sin Card, both burst forth with a purple radiance.

The card, transparent like athyst, suddenly gained color and transford into the likeness of Vinesse!

Only now, Vinesse appeared a few years older, her figure more mature.

Her hair was as black as ink, rging with the night.

[Great Sin: Fallen Vinesse (The Lovers, Demon)]

[Level: 51]

[Path of Transcendence, Attribute: Darkness]

[Upright Summon·Shadow of Fall]

[Requirent: Dark 5]

[Instant, Non-contact, Imdiate Effect]

[Effect: Summon the power of fall to the target location to create a Shadow of Fall of oneself or a target, lasting eight minutes; the Shadow of Fall obeys Vinesse, possessing all the abilities, mories of the target, and holding 80% of the original strength; if the Shadow of Fall kills the original, it permanently replaces them; only one Shadow of Fall can exist at a ti]

[Reverse Summon·Vinesse]

[Requirent: Dark 5]

[Sustain: Dark 5*per day]

[Action, Summon]

[Effect: Summon the Envious Beast Vinesse to fight for you, Vinesse is considered a summoned creature; in non-combat state, the Envious Beast Vinesse can transform into a Night Raven, entering follow state; only one Great Sin Beast can exist at a ti]

[Authority: Great Sin Mark·Sin-bound, Great Sin Seal·Demon Transformation]

“Got it!”

Aiwass suddenly punched the air, unable to conceal his excitent, his eyes lit up.

As Aiwass expected—

Vinesse indeed acquired the authority of the Fallen Celestial Marshal!

Dream Realm, Crystal Mountain Range. This is a transparent mountain range where ice is the rock, and snow is the soil.

The Silver-Crowned Dragon perched atop the Ice Mountain suddenly opened its eyes.

Because the Ice Mountain beneath it suddenly cracked.

“Quiet,” the voice of the Silver-Crowned Dragon was indifferent and rciless, “it has nothing to do with you.”

“How could it… have nothing to do with ?”

A deep voice echoed from the depths of the Ice Mountain beneath it, a dark red shadow approaching the Silver-Crowned Dragon beneath it like a mirror: “I’m pleased, is that not allowed—Voldemort? How long do you intend to steal my identity, hmm? You thief…”

“I rely borrowed your na, Arthur.”

The Silver-Crowned Dragon said calmly: “They have known since the beginning, it can’t be considered deception.”

“Oh? Hmm… hmm hmm…”

The Demon Dragon beneath the Ice Mountain humd twice, and the red demon shadow dissipated once more.

Dream Realm, Primal Wilderness.

Any territory not occupied or influenced by forces above Celestial Marshal, is called the Primal Wilderness. Composed of every chaotic, aningless dream of all beings, it occupies more than 80% of the Dream Realm.

In front of a fishing cabin, the severely injured Celestial Yaksha leaned against a white lion, with two ghost maids beside him tending to his wounds.

He sighed in relief, relaxing: “That little fox… actually did it.

“Hahaha, ti to celebrate! Bring the wine!”

“You’ve already quit drinking, Lord Celestial Yaksha!”

One of the maids warned.

“Tsk…” the Celestial Yaksha clicked his tongue, thinking he could get away with it.

Dream Realm, Forest of Amber.

Here, there is no life or vitality, only tree after tree of amber trees—called trees but more like tombstones made of amber. Each tombstone bears a na.

And within the largest amber, the white-haired, white-winged Winged Ones girl quivered her eyes slightly, then continued her slumber. Nestled beside the amber, a gigantic white skull lay quietly—no sign of human design, its origin animal unknown. Amber flas burned in its pupils, as if pondering sothing.

Dream Realm, Great Tree Nation.

Everywhere here is forest, each tree no less than thirty ters high. The space below is dim and cool, while the sky is forever illuminated by the burning Sun. Humans and elves chosen by the Candle Master, Dawn Celestial Marshal, or Candle Celestial Marshal live here after death… This is the land of pure benevolence, a carefree “Heaven.” Candle Master often resides here as well.

“Eternal Vanguard” Castening kneeled on one knee before the Candle Master, confessing to once again damaging the divine artifact granted by the Candle Master…while the Candle Master calmly licked the wounds on his body. Those wounds faded away like scratches erased by a rubber, disappearing one by one as if they never existed.

“How is it?”

The Candle Master spoke in a steady, gentle voice: “The miracle caused by my child.”

“…As you said.”

Castening lowered his head to acknowledge but was sowhat restless: “But why was the first path opened that of transcendence? This might cause unrest in the Material Realm…”

“Luce leaving is inevitable.”

Candle Master said warmly: “Whether it’s peace or turmoil, it is the choice of all beings. We just need to watch over.”

“That’s what you say.”

“But before that, I’ll first make a trip to the Source River,” Candle Master looked up, “to bring back Ruo’an… She’s a very gentle child, you’ll like her.”

Dream Realm, Grey Hole.

The forr activity nest established by the Grey Celestial Marshal. It might appear anywhere in the Dream Realm, simulating into any form… such as turning into a room next to a frequently visited shop, or another path deep within the dense forest, to capture wandering Phantom Demons.

Apart from its true master, no one knows the real form of the Grey Hole. At the mont, it has turned into a crowded café where a faceless man in black, and Cardinal Loki with white robe and flaming hair sit together.

“I think, perhaps the Fallen Celestial Marshal truly is dead—”

The faceless man in a black suit, shaking his head, said: “What do you think, Loki?”

“Die well.”

Loki replied succinctly: “Aiwass’s abilities indeed exceeded my imagination, I’ve lost.”

The faceless man chuckled and asked: “Even if there’s a possibility that the Serpent Celestial Marshal’s plot might succeed?”

“…Then Aiwass will deal with him.”

Loki said calmly, standing up and respectfully saluting the Lord of Scalefeather: “Now the era begins to change… I must continue forward, my Lord.”

“Oh? Beco a Celestial Marshal? Now?”

The Lord of Scalefeather crossed his arms and reclined, saying with interest: “Not running away, but heading towards the endga? I didn’t bring you over from Candle Master to watch you go to your death.”

“I will change the destiny’s end. Whether I succeed or not… it will bring you joy, my Lord.”

Loki said word by word: “Please grant the shard of the Grey Celestial Marshal.”

The Lord of Scalefeather chuckled softly: “That thing… wasn’t it already on you from the beginning?”

As his voice fell, Loki suddenly realized—he seed to rember so forgotten power.

But that was impossible! When his soul was fished out from the Source River, it was clean, solitary, without carrying anything…

Without a doubt, it was a lie!

Yet it had already turned into reality.

The authority of [Lie] was handed to Loki by the Lord of Scalefeather.

The disguise of the “Grey Hole” gradually collapsed, and the Lord of Scalefeather stood up, turning into a mass of void.

——Dream Realm… focal point.

In the intersection of the six elents, there stood an incongruously luxurious villa.

The Serpent Celestial Marshal, dressed in flannel pajamas, silently walked to the water dispenser.

Opening the water dispenser, what ca out was cola with ice cubes.

On TV, a skit from the Spring Festival Gala that he had watched countless tis played in a loop, the Serpent Celestial Marshal ignored it as he passed by. Every room in the house was lit, yet there was no sense of life… or rather, no “living person’s aura.”

There was no one here.

No souls, no Angel Envoys, no friends.

In another room, a computer was running a ga he had never shut down. It was supposed to be an online ga, yet now it had only one “player.”

The na of the ga was — “Ring of Ouroboros.”

The Serpent Celestial Marshal didn’t operate anything, the “ga” ran on its own— the player had defeated the Fallen Celestial Marshal, collecting the dropped materials and equipnt. The chat box was flooded with teammates’ praises and reflections, while the Serpent Celestial Marshal watched it all, his icy indifferent snake eyes devoid of human emotions.

“… Just a minor mishap.”

The Serpent Celestial Marshal’s tone was as calm as always: “But it doesn’t matter. Such a variable is within the acceptable range.”

He muttered to himself.

He walked to the computer desk and sat on the chair. His left hand picked up a dim yellow photograph.

On it, Lucifer was smiling brightly. Frad in a cheap industrial-style blue-green plastic fra that was completely out of sync with the “decor style” of the luxurious villa.

Of course, the Serpent Celestial Marshal couldn’t have photographed Lucifer with a cara— this was an object created by the “law of Evolution” he obtained later, based on mory and imagination.

Even this entire villa was a construct born from the Serpent Celestial Marshal’s imagination, not allowing anyone entry.

Below the photograph, red marks were drawn with a pen.

Six red Xs, and two red checks.

Eight cycles, eight deaths. Now it was the ninth.

There would be no tenth.

The Serpent Celestial Marshal gazed at it for a long ti, his right hand holding a pen, pondering sothing.

But he put down the pen, pondered for a long while, then slowly let go of his hand.

“——This, is unnecessary.”

He said softly.

Before the photograph reached the ground, it turned into fine sand and completely disappeared, without even the sound of landing.

“Who’s next? The Shadowy Celestial Marshal?”

The Serpent Celestial Marshal murmured, as if abandoning so obsession: “Forget it, it doesn’t matter… anyone will do.”

He stood up. Pulling open the curtains, looking outside.

“Soon… very soon…”

Looking out from the windows inside the villa, he didn’t see the spectacle of six elents resonating.

He never saw those scenes.

——When he looked out from the house, he always saw the dim yellow after ti had frozen.

He never belonged to this tiline from the start.

Thus he could never truly have anything in this tiline.

“[Void Whisper]… the death of the world…”

The Serpent Celestial Marshal murmured the knowledge obtained at the end of the world.

rely so, his serpent eyes gradually turned to dim yellow, his expression still cold and emotionless: “Just wait and see.”

Only the left hand that had just held the photo fra slightly clenched into a fist.