Sky Mountain Garden No. 10.
’Nothing’ stood at the living room door, dressed in a pitch-black maid outfit, expressionless, like a human wax figure.
"Hello, miss." Mr. Death tried to greet tentatively.
’Nothing’ remained expressionless without any reaction.
Really aloof? Mr. Death habitually adjusted his glasses.
Mr. Death made further attempts without crossing the line, such as leaving the living room, trying to find topics of interest to ’Nothing’, and generously giving compliments.
’Nothing’ watched coldly, still without any reaction.
"This is not a true life form, but more akin to a puppet device like a ’Magic Puppet’, but of a very high status. Just a hint of the aura it emits makes one’s scalp tingle."
’Mr. Death’ didn’t want to entrust life and death to others, striving to find a chance to escape.
"My magical item hasn’t been taken, one of them is called [High-imitation Doll]. Its status isn’t high, only Quasi-Excellent, but it can choose a target and transform its appearance accordingly. Of course, this can’t fool the ’black maid outfit’... Destiny’s Blessing [False Disguise] allows false things to possess temporary reality, quite suitable... Now the consideration is... if the [High-imitation Doll] can truly deceive the other party, the next problem is, how to escape."
Mr. Death thought for a long time, felt it credible, and hope surged in his heart.
But just then, a chilling cold swept from behind, and through the full-length mirror in front, a pair of indifferent eyes could vaguely be seen watching him.
The hope that had just surged in Mr. Death’s heart shattered...
’Mr. Death’ made a small move, unfortunately, it was too obvious, noticed by ’Nothing’, and was nipped in the bud before it even began to be implemented.
Yang Qizhou, through an invisible ’spirituality’, and feedback from ’Nothing’, reached a conclusion, and a smirk of mischievous pleasure instinctively appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But soon his smile subsided, his gaze returned to his phone, and his expression became slightly serious. The episode of the ’Realm of Light’ had reached a critical moment, once Harriet was saved, he might reveal the plot of the ’King of Nature’. Now, it’s best not to be too distracted.
With a tap of his finger, the text continued to refresh.
"The Guard Commander, who was also about to be executed, was shocked to see you, saying... it’s you, the explorer of ’Asgard’."
"You remember the hostility shown the last time you came to the ’Realm of Light’, and seeing his current situation, a smirk of mischievous pleasure unintentionally appeared at the corner of your mouth, saying... last time, you were the Guard Commander of the Prophet, and now you’re a convict about to be executed."
"The sarcasm was evident."
"The Guard Commander’s expression changed several times, wanting to speak but holding back, finally falling silent."
"Holy Envoy from the Divine City, you have helped me, helped the ’Realm of Light’ a lot, no longer can I let you be troubled because of me."
"The one speaking was ’Harriet’, explaining why he doesn’t recite the full name of the God of Victory."
"This guy is really too sincere, for not wanting to harm his clan, he voluntarily handed over the Holy Object [Feather of the Grey Bird] representing the ’Prophet’, and also for not wanting himself to get into trouble, he’d rather be executed than recite the God of Victory’s full name. Why didn’t I see this before?"
"You subconsciously grinned, already too weak to complain in your heart."
"At this moment, the blazing sulfur fire, the boiling doomsday aura, like a ’god’ descending, and the oppressive forces emitted by the ’Doomsday Apostle’ and the ’Doomsday Knight’ silenced the once-excited ’Northern Realm Clan’."
"But then a voice full of endless chill echoed... ’Harriet’ ’Beduo’, still saying you haven’t conspired with outsiders to destroy the ’Realm of Light’, then what are these two doomsday lives?"
"Beduo was the name of the Guard Commander."
"The speaker was none other than the brother of the previous ’Prophet’, the current Prophet ’Dorama’."
"A rich life aura dispersed, a green stream of light surged, quickly transforming into a giant tree under the sky, suppressing the ’Doomsday Apostle’ and ’Doomsday Knight’ at its roots, as a white figure walked forward, holding a scepter in one hand and a feather in the other, exuding an indescribable charm."
"With Dorama’s questioning, the crowd became more enraged, filled with high-pitched shouts and curses."
"You muttered, yet not indulging the ’Prophet’ of the ’Realm of Light’, seeing a circle of rings appear around, countless black slimy tentacles dancing, strands of silver light exuding, the once-rich green scenery dimmed significantly in an instant."
"The power of [Feather of the Grey Bird] was ruthlessly suppressed by [Residual Ring of the King of Truth],"
"You are never polite to your enemies, immediately invoking the authority of the ’Iron Blood God’, wielding the Iron Blood Spear, transforming into a ’Battle Angel’, and kicking ’Dorama’ in the chest, sending him flying like a cannonball, with a bewildered face, coughing up blood vigorously, all happening so fast that ’Dorama’ didn’t even know what occurred."
"You descended from the sky, a kick aimed straight at ’Dorama’s head."
"The terrifying sense of crisis stimulated this ’Prophet’, unleashing unprecedented potential, with a crisp bird hymn ringing, the surrounding trees, flowers, and even the entire ’Realm of Light’, seemed to come alive, converging from all directions."