Chapter 86: The Messenger

At four in the afternoon, after confirming that nothing had gone wrong, the two Demonesses left and returned to Bart's place. Silas, accompanying the busy Ada who had just arrived home, suddenly heard a crisp finger snap by his ear, followed by Adeline's voice: "Everyone is gathered, soon entering the dream. Get ready."

Silas's heart jolted. He quickly told Ada, "I'm a bit tired, I'll go rest first."

With that, he hurried back to his bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Closing his eyes, Silas quickly entered a hazy state through meditation, and in a daze, he found himself seated on the throne.

"There is a connection between us," Silas felt a special link between himself and Adeline.

This connection was likely a secret mark Adeline had left on Silas through mystical means earlier.

"Truly, unknown to gods and ghosts!" Silas thought.

"But it's perfect. I can also follow this mark to descend directly or send my messengers over."

...

In a dark meeting room, six people sat together silently, the atmosphere heavy.

"What do you mean by that?" asked the slender man on the right wearing a skull mask.

He was the representative of the Assassin's League, calling himself Dark Hand.

Adeline sneered hoarsely, "You don't seem to know the true face of this city, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Grimman asked calmly.

Adeline tapped the table a few times, producing crisp sounds, and said, "You all tacitly agreed to summon the Primordial Flame here, which has displeased a certain terrifying existence."

"Terrifying existence? Hmph, how terrifying?" asked a muscular man beside the skull-masked man in a low voice.

He was the representative of the Cold Church, calling himself Hyena.

Adeline said lightly, "How terrifying? You wouldn't want to know. Let's just say I only know His codename and title, and my Spirit Vision rose a little."

"His!?" The other five simultaneously raised their voices.

"Yes, Him. Do you all understand now?" Adeline asked calmly.

Instantly, everyone fell silent.

'Him' is usually used to describe sages or deities far beyond human existence.

Those who can be described as 'Him' are beyond the reach of people like them.

"Bluff!" said a young man wearing a black mask dotted with stars in a low voice.

He was the representative of the Apex Aether Research Institute, code-named Constellation.

"Yes! Bluff. Nightmare (Adeline's codename)! The summoning is imminent. I think you want to distract us and sabotage our previous agreement," Dark Hand of the Assassin's League accused in a low voice.

This question was immediately echoed by three others.

Grimman, Constellation, and Hyena all cast distrustful glances at Adeline.

Adeline was unfazed and turned to the young man sitting silently opposite her. "What do you think, Count?"

The young man wore a pale mask that revealed nothing, like a dead man's face.

His eyes always carried deep melancholy; everyone could see he was very unhappy inside every day.

At this moment, all eyes turned to the Count.

Because everyone knew that among the six, the Count was the most terrifying.

"Fortunately, he's not interested in seizing the Primordial Flame or the Grail Document," Grimman breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The last time, their first meeting, everyone was intimidated by the Count's identity.

However, after hearing the Count's purpose, although no one relaxed vigilance, they felt somewhat reassured.

The Count spoke calmly, "I'm not interested in what you want, but I am suddenly interested in the 'Him' Nightmare mentioned."

After speaking, the Count's eyes gradually turned glowing scarlet as he stared at Adeline. "Since you say He is displeased, that means you have contacted Him, right?"

Adeline shook her head. "I once had the chance to contact Him, but I refused."

The Count continued, "Since no one trusts each other, it's simple. Let us confirm whether He truly exists. If He does, and our actions angered Him, I believe none of us here will dare continue."

The other four nodded simultaneously.

Even Grimman agreed.

Then the Count's tone turned cold. "If you cannot convince me, I will deal with you according to our previous pact!"

Adeline let out a hoarse laugh like an old witch. "In that case, I won't be polite!"

She tapped the table again.

The next second, everyone felt their eyelids grow heavy, and the surroundings began to distort and warp.

"Damn!" Everyone's hearts jumped, but at this moment, they could no longer resist the invasion of the dream.

Fearfully, they closed their eyes and fell into the twisted dream.

The Count closed his eyes calmly, showing no resistance, instead willingly entering the dream.

In a daze, when Grimman opened his eyes again, he found everyone standing in a city center square.

"Damn Sorceress! What are you doing!?" The four who were pulled into the dream immediately exploded in rage.

Being pulled into a dream by a nightmare sorceress was simply courting death.

While shouting, the four tried to use spiritual energy to break through the dream and escape.

"Quiet!" The Count suddenly commanded.

Seeing the Count still present, the four calmed down temporarily.

Adeline explained calmly, "Rest assured, I have no interest in your lives."

At this moment, a biting cold wind suddenly blew across the gloomy sky.

"Is this your doing?" Dark Hand asked in a low voice.

Adeline's expression turned serious. "No."

The cold wind grew stronger, and large snowflakes began to fall.

"So cold!" Including Adeline, everyone felt a bone-chilling cold.

Awoooo...

The cold wind accompanied by wolf howls intensified. Under the gaze of the six, six knights clad in silver-gray armor, wielding long spears, riding mighty phantom giant wolves, appeared in the sky.

They carried long streams of phantom light, riding the wind, descending from the sky.

"My Lord above!!!!" Seeing this, Grimman, Dark Hand, Constellation, and Hyena all widened their eyes in shock.

The terrifying aura from these knights suppressed their wills and made their souls tremble.

"Could it be… could it be…" They dared not continue looking and hurriedly lowered their heads, only to find their legs uncontrollably trembling violently.

At this moment, the knights landed. The leading knight, mounted on a giant wolf, looked down and spoke with a crisp, powerful voice like a biting cold wind:

"Foolish mortals, rejoice, be grateful, hold honor in your hearts, and finally bow completely! You are about to receive the greatest honor and fortune of your lives—to hear the holy voice of my Lord!"