Chapter 154: Listen, the Evening Bell Has Called Your Name

In the library.

"That black monster should have already reached the immortal level," Luke and Clausen huddled together, discussing the more advanced mystical ratings of mystics in low voices.

Clausen stroked his chin, squinted at the window, and murmured, "It's clear that neither of these two existences are true deities, but rather parts of deities, or incarnations. According to the system left over from ancient times, the black monster's rating is indeed immortal, and that one… should have already stepped into that realm."

"That form…" A trace of fervor flashed in Luke's heart.

According to legend, for each profession, only one person could enter that form.

Because that form was a profession, a source of rules.

"Look! Look! The Lord of Death and Storm has made a new move!" At this moment, Helles and Bernice no longer needed to call out; everyone's attention was focused on Him.

Every move captivated everyone's nerves.

Silas, on the throne, slightly sat up and, with a casual flick of his silver-grey gauntleted finger.

Instantly, the numerous souls prostrating around Silas, as if receiving some command, turned and formed a wave of souls, rushing towards the black great bell on the temple.

Dong...…

Instantly, a continuous, distant, and prolonged bell sound was continuously emitted, spreading throughout the entire city along with the biting cold wind.

Silas looked down at the Dark Offspring below and said calmly, "This bell sounds for death, transmitted from the abyss, entrusting countless hatreds, countless resentments, countless angers, countless sorrows."

The knights below seemed to sense something, their bodies quickly gathering and arranging themselves into neat formations beneath Silas's throne.

Chuck's resonant voice, like the clang of metal, echoed through heaven and earth:

"This bell sound is the incarnation of death. Ignorant and foolish beast, son of the goat who vainly attempts to subvert the rules and return the world to chaos, feel honored! Be grateful! This is my Lord's gift to you!"

Then, each of the knights behind him recited one of their divine lord's titles.

"Lord of Storm and Death!"

"The One True God of the Secluded Valley and the Abyss!"

"Ruler of Dreams!"

"Master of Death!"

"Sovereign of the Mist!"

"Controller of Sound!"

"King of the Wild Hunt, commanding souls and wolf packs!"

"Lord of White Frost, bringing silence to the world!"

Then, Silas's calm, deep voice, full of majesty and pressure, sounded.

"Listen! The sound of the Evening Bell, transmitted from death, has called your name. Countless souls rising from the abyss are calling your name. Based on the will of the souls, I grant you death."

Dong!

Instantly, the sound of the Evening Bell reached its limit, as if calling for something.

Silas raised his hand and casually grabbed at the air.

This grab seemed to have caught something intangible. Then, he swung it downwards.

Swish, swish, swish, swish…

In that instant, no one knew what had happened.

But under everyone's horrified gaze, the Dark Offspring's huge body was disintegrated into tens of thousands of pieces by a mystical force.

Countless fragments fell to the ground, constantly emitting an incredibly bizarre black aura that sent chills down one's spine just by looking at it.

"That is… materialized death, the manifestation of the rules of death!"

"He changed its structure, even everything about it," Luke muttered, leaning against the window.

Clausen's attention was not here, but on the silver long spear in Silas's hand.

"That spear, and this bell sound, could it be that he is the one from ancient times…" Thinking of this, Clausen dared not continue, bit his lip, and fell into deep contemplation.

Outside, the Dark Offspring, which had been disintegrated into countless fragments, quickly returned to normal at this moment.

"Although it has recovered, why does it feel like something is missing?" Adeline and Logan, who could still understand some of the intricacies, muttered to themselves.

Luke sighed. "He won. The extra-domain laws have been broken by this Evening Bell's sound. The shadow of death has tainted its body; the concept of death has been attached to its body, meaning it can be killed and will no longer heal infinitely."

Hearing this, all the clergymen stared wide-eyed and turned to look at Luke.

This level of knowledge, this logic, was already beyond what their minds could comprehend.

Maa ruaa rawr!

At this moment, the Dark Offspring had already sensed something was wrong and began to struggle desperately, its arms flailing wildly, attacking frantically.

Silas sat upright on the throne and said calmly, "Deal with it!"

"Yes! My Lord!" the knights roared, once again rushing down from the sky, engaging in the second battle.

On the edge of the warship, Vanas lay趴 (pā - to lie on one's stomach/to sprawl) there, her eyes shining with countless excitements and splendors.

She had seen everything very clearly just now. She knew this was not a dream; she knew all of this was real.

"I serve Him! As long as He can protect our country, I can offer Him everything I have! What Three Moon Church, what Radiant Church, what Sun Sanctuary, all go to hell!" Vanas's mind was filled with Silas. Countless fanatical thoughts constantly echoed in her heart, driving her to completely submit to His divine might.

On the ground, Ron sat on the ice with a chuckle, looking at the Dark Offspring, which was constantly being dismembered and could no longer heal. He felt no anger or sadness, but rather a sense of relief and liberation.

"I see clearly! I finally see clearly! My doubts, my desires, everything about me has been satisfied. Thank you, Silas. Keeping you here was indeed the most correct decision."

Boom!

At this moment, under the attack of the knights, the Dark Offspring slowly fell, losing the last of its strength to move.

"We won! We won! We really won!" In the library, everyone hugged each other and celebrated like a carnival.

This hell, this despair, this nightmare, was finally about to pass.

The blood moon in the sky was gradually setting. On a corner of the horizon, a sliver of sunlight appeared.

The darkest hour had passed, and light was quietly arriving.

Silas raised his head and found that the entire magic circle had become very unstable at this moment.

"Once this magic circle collapses and the outside rules rush in, my existence is very likely to be discovered by Them. I must resolve all matters before the sun completely rises."

Thinking of this, Silas stood up, trod on countless resentful souls, and descended from the sky to the mortal world.

Standing beside the Dark Offspring, Silas uttered some obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient words: "Little fellow, do you have any last wishes?"

"You… you… why help…" Amidst piercing howls, intermittent thoughts were transmitted.

Silas said casually, "Because this is my domain."

"Mother will not forgive you, father who betrayed the astral plane…" After the Dark Offspring said its last words, its entire consciousness completely disappeared.

With the disappearance of its consciousness, the body, which had been disintegrated into many pieces, also quickly collapsed.

First, it turned into black mud, then this black mud rose up and dissipated into the most primitive energy between heaven and earth.

Only a skull burning with green flames and a pitch-black leather glove were left at the original site of the sacrificial magic circle.