When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 649

Chapter 649: Chapter 53 The Shepherd and the Ring of Ouroboros_2 Chapter 649: Chapter 53 The Shepherd and the Ring of Ouroboros_2 The rivers beca tainted, fruits on the trees sprouted black spots, and even the stored grains were contaminated.

The shadows continued to spread, firm and slow.

Save for the moonlight in the sky, every other source of light was completely devoured, obscured.

The world seed to have regressed to primordial tis; people hid in fear at night, not daring to venture out.

War had to be paused.

No one could make out where the enemy was, nor where their comrades stood.

Even the vision of the Transcendents was obstructed by this curtain of shadow; a lit fla would flicker and die out in an instant as if caught in a strong wind.

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And within the coffin, Lancelot I suddenly reached out and grabbed the dagger in his chest.

Then, he pulled out the dagger instantly!

In that mont, his visage, already aged, visibly rejuvenated at a speed the naked eye could follow, returning to how he looked in his thirties.

However, he didn’t completely revert to the historical appearance of Lancelot but instead had black hair and black eyes.

The Power of Shadows coalesced into war patterns on his face, his pupils dark with a tinge of purple, like an overripe grape.

An overwhelming oppressive force startled Aiwass.

His presence was even stronger than a Night Fiend’s—just being there, the intense sense of existence made everything around seem so out of place.

It was as bizarre as a 3D character appearing in a 2D environnt.

The shadows that had burst forth and now extended beyond Glass Island began to flow back at several tis their original speed, like ti running backward, continuously pouring into him.

Yet the things that had been polluted before remained tainted.

The light returned in an instant.

The candle flas leapt up with a whoosh, trembling violently, and the chapel lit up again.

Even the three candles on Aiwass’s mitre were lit all at once.

Lancelot I opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the coffin.

His bones crackled loudly, and his aura gradually shifted from stone, from a corpse to a living being…

slowly gaining the breath of life.

“Children, I have returned.”

He opened his eyes and spoke in a friendly, serious, and earnest manner, “Is there anything that I need to do?”

The miracle of resurrection from death.

And not just that—it was also a miracle of reversing age.

Seeing this, Aiwass paused slightly, as if a thought had struck him.

But the inspiration was fleeting, and he didn’t manage to grasp it directly.

…Strange, it actually worked?!

How could it work?

Aiwass was montarily confused.

He had just prepared to backstab the Counselor and kill him.

Shouldn’t he have directly summoned the Shadowy Celestial Marshal?

Or is it that, in this world line, my grandfather hadn’t tampered with the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow?

If the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow is the Ring of Ouroboros, then what should have been summoned is the Shadowy Celestial Marshal.

And if it’s Lancelot I who is resurrected, how could my mission possibly include the point “ensure civilian survival”?

Could it be that the host was just scaring , testing my courage?

“…Hmm?”

At that mont, Lancelot I suddenly paused.

He looked at Aiwass, frowning slightly.

“Have I seen you sowhere before?”

“…How could you have possibly seen ?”

Aiwass, sowhat helplessly, could only respond to His Majesty’s inquiry, “I am Aiwass Moriarty.

A descendant of Mordred…

but since our line consists of adopted sons, I shouldn’t have any blood relation with Knight Mordred.”

“Of course not Mordred…”

Lancelot I murmured softly, “Having stayed in the Shadow Nation for too long, my mories of my life are a bit blurry.

Let think…”

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Not because he rembered sothing, but because he clutched the spot in his heart where he had been pierced, showing an expression of discomfort.

He violently stretched out his hand and tore his clothing.

On the spot that had just been pierced in his chest, a small snake appeared—it coiled near the wound, biting its own tail, forming a ring.

Purple radiance shimred on Lancelot’s body, and an extrely intense force of Transcendence burst outward.

——Is it the Ring of Ouroboros now?!

Upon seeing this scene, Aiwass instantly had an epiphany.

All his doubts were cleared up!

The resurrected Lancelot I was actually just a sacrifice for completing the Ring of Ouroboros ceremony!

To complete the Ring of Ouroboros ritual, it required a sacrifice of a Transcendent at the world’s extre level…

Although Aiwass still didn’t understand how those who summoned the Fallen Celestial Marshal managed to do it…

However, Lancelot I, who had just been resurrected and returned from the Dream Realm, undoubtedly t this condition!

Thinking of this, a sudden impulse, an idea, occurred to Aiwass.

Lancelot I himself was also a Transcendent of the Sixth Power Level on the Path of Authority!

The Angel Envoys of the Path of Love were unreliable and uncontrollable.

Those from the Path of Authority were sowhat better.

One might also consider calling upon the Apostles of the Silver-Crowned Dragon…

They were once comrades-in-arms of Lancelot and might be more controllable.

So Aiwass reached out his hand and placed it on Lancelot’s chest.

——Ring of Ouroboros, I can do it too!

He could directly modify the target of the Ring of Ouroboros—preventing the descent of the Celestial Marshal of the Path of Love, instead allowing only the Angel Envoys of the Path of Authority to descend.

If it were the Angel Envoys of the Celestial Marshal, then they could still put up a fight, which was better than fighting a Shadowy Celestial Marshal; if it were the Apostles of the Silver-Crowned Dragon, there would be no need for battle at all!

The initial preparations for the ceremony had been completely ready by his grandfather, so Aiwass was able to start the ongoing ceremony in an instant.

But what was strange was that Aiwass suddenly found sothing inside him getting activated by the ceremony as well.

That was…

“…Shepherd’s Nurturing?!”

Lancelot suddenly realized, “I rember now, you are a Shepherd!”

…What?

Aiwass was stunned for a mont.

But he had no ti to ask or explain.

As the Nurturing Skill ran automatically, the Ring of Ouroboros ceremony was subtly twisted.

In an instant, the purple radiance transford into a sanguine ring.

It was like an array, spreading out with the two of them at its center, enveloping them both and completely shielding them from outside view.

If Aiwass had the chance to see what this array looked like, he would find that it was identical to the array he used when sealing the Great Sin Beast, as well as the arrays in the Book of Law!

“Wait a minute!”

The Counselor just wanted to ask what was happening.

But he was suddenly seized by a premonition of dread—

There before, the Fla Butterfly that had been perched on Aiwass’s shoulder had sohow changed back into “Liya.”

She was looking at the Counselor with an icy deanor, yet she appeared rather eager to try sothing.

“…Why are you looking at like that?”

——Did I just do sothing wrong, or say sothing wrong?

The Counselor might have realized sothing but still held out hope: “I have sothing important to say to Bishop Moriarty…

very important…”

To his dying day, he refused to believe that Aiwass was the Promoted One.

“Guess?”

Liya’s lips curled into a slight smirk.

She raised her hand toward the Counselor.