Chapter 45

Morse had never tried to break into the luxurious palace surrounded by rings, and he didn't plan to try this time either - in fact, he didn't know where the Lord of Pleasure in Paradise was.

So he decided to solve the problem from the core area where the real universe was changing, that is, the palace of Lokos. Many breaths gathered there, and he had smelled enough corruption.

If he could avoid entering the ocean, the curtain that cuts between reality and the invisible sea would be directly stable, and he wouldn't have to consume more energy.

Before Morse went to the palace made of marble and gold, another incident that was happening attracted his attention.

He unscrupulously vented all his annoyance at being interrupted on the eldest prince who was too tired to drag on the ground, and the specific form was to kick the bastard's spine.

The chuckle around his ears flowed away like fine sand, and the smell of rust brought by the dripping blood gradually became stronger.

"What kind of important tool are you, child." Morse murmured in a low voice.

Some things seemed to pay a bizarre amount of attention to Perturabo. He had never seen thousands of voices behind the curtain consuming power in the real universe so unitedly.

Then, a possibility that was so terrible that even if four wills came at the same time, it would not be as terrible as this, finally stubbornly poked out from the corner of his mind that he subconsciously ignored and came into his consciousness.

He couldn't really be speaking for that guy...

Morse gritted his teeth and cursed at the Seat of Bones while he was furious.

Damn it...

He had collected countless obscene words for tens of thousands of years, so much so that he even compiled a very thick catalog for them in his mind. He released his simple attacks according to his own catalog.

Of course, the language used was not for secular communication.

Runes were released invisibly from the black Greek toga. The language older than the old night was the basis for his survival to this day. People used it to spread their names, so their language was distorted.

Conceptual blood flowed from the corner of Morse's mouth. This was not a physical loss that quickly became imperceptible to the naked eye in the real universe.

His defense was effective, and the noise in his ears was almost inaudible. However, he knew that for the gods in the vast ocean, there was one thing they often couldn't learn, that is, to stop losses in time.

He needed to save some power for their arrival and the stability of the curtain here.

The next moment Morse appeared at the side door of the capital of Lokos. Several soldiers under the command of the eldest prince, who were opening the heavy doors with perfect defenses to allow the foreign army to sneak in, fell to the ground in an instant.

After a simple inspection, Morse destroyed their bodies.

Even the Dark Lord would not waste his blessings on any vulgar soul who worshipped under its veil.

Harkon made full preparations for this treasonous usurpation of power. The plan was likely to start with Caldis's murder of the messenger: they could not have been unaware that this would first attract Perturabo, who was currently in the limelight in Olympia, and his spears and guns that far surpassed the technological level of other countries.

The subsequent escape was to make others relax their vigilance, which was more conducive to his meeting with the support of other countries and the Cult outside the relatively empty Rokos, and cooperating with the contactors in the capital to control the situation and attack the core of power.

Considering the limitations of Harkon's own ability, Morse had to think that the Cult had made a great contribution.

Regardless of whether the Lord of Thousand Colors had a little love for this rebellion at the beginning, the current rebel group was obviously inseparable from the Chaos Power.

So it was good to kill them all.

Morse temporarily found a spire to hang the eldest prince on the top, freeing his hands to speed up the action.

His already pitiful patience was consumed faster than the life of the Fallen. The relatively cumbersome use of conventional psychic energy gradually decreased, and more obscure and almost unimaginable pronunciations that humans could make directly pried up the foundation of reality through the most basic coding.

Thirty minutes later, Morse decided to temporarily give up his throat. When a series of mysterious sounds vibrated his vocal cords and caused his torn throat to recover, he could no longer say a word. All the key holders, servants, craftsmen, cooks, cleaners, and even high-ranking courtiers, aides, doctors, judges, and writers who were linked to this rebellion turned into blood from the inside out. The blood ignited the golden fire of nothingness. In the outer circle of the illusory flame, countless evil spirits screamed and died in the swaying light and shadow.

In the ten bell towers of Lokos, all the night watchmen died at the same time. One of them spilled the oil lamp on the wooden steps of the bell tower.

The summer of this year was particularly dry, and this bell tower was only half-repaired last week due to a miscalculation of material allocation. The fire on the wick burned the bell tower itself, and the structure of wood and stone began to crumble.

This cleanup was not limited to the city of Lokos. Across the mountains and ridges, the entire surface of the planet, wherever there were people, there were people suddenly falling to the ground.

Such phenomena caused heavy exclamations and panic everywhere, and countless people screamed and cried. The night of half of the planet and the day of the other half were filled with fallen traitors who were slapped into eternal death.

Extreme fear and anger were spreading in Olympia like a disaster. Such an emotional wave was enough to make any unborn salivate. However, the part of the compound generation command used to fight against the erosion of the Supreme Heaven was like a steel anchor deep in the waves, blocking the further exploration of the power of destruction.

The twinkling of the starry sky became more and more obvious. In the deepest and darkest place in the vast darkness, there were endless voices laughing at the price added by a small chess piece to the chessboard. The chess pieces moved, the chips increased, and everything changed endlessly.

The most favorable condition for Morse now was the relatively superior environment in all aspects of Olympia, which had not been particularly favored in the endless years in the past: no wars of excessive intensity, no harmony of warmth and desire, no desire for excessive technological advancement, and no rotten and corrupt foundations.

The planet was far enough away from the border of the veil to limit the large-scale invasion of chaotic forces.

Blood, fire, and smoke were appearing in many directions within Morse's vision.

It was the time when the sun would rise from the sky, but the sun was still dark, and the illusion of blood flowing out of the moon had changed a lot.

The dazzling palace covered with gold, silver, and jade was located in the center of the endless illusions. Before entering the hall, Morse finally made up his mind to make his last preparation.

He returned to his workshop and removed the cloth, revealing the stone statue he had carved all those years ago.

He had spent three years carving the old statue before Perturabo came. Ten years had passed since the child came to him and the statue had been re-carved. Now was the right time.

He had deliberately avoided all details related to mysticism because he wanted to make a work of art, but it would be easy to add if he wanted to.

He pressed his fingertips on the surface of the statue, and the stone fragments flew up. In an instant, all the emblems and images were associated with the object represented by the statue, and the runes on the blade he held were all re-carved, leaving only the last unfinished rune.

If completed, the blade would light up extremely brightly, like a lighthouse beacon in the night ocean, piercing the stars and clearly marking a guiding path.

Morse pulled the long sword from the statue's hand and took the eldest prince from the previous spire, and walked towards the palace with these two objects.

He would complete the last rune when he had to. Of course, he didn't think things would develop to that point.

After he stepped into the palace gate, the burning bell tower finally collapsed.

A flock of flying birds were startled and scattered aimlessly towards the remaining nine bell towers.

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