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Chapter 399: Chapter 266 Goodnight (Vote for monthly ticket!)
 

After embracing each other for a while,

Chen Lun asked Floey about what new abilities she had acquired since her advancement to Soul Consoler.

Although he had glimpsed through Peek Life that Floey’s panel had two additional skills, he couldn’t view the details. Judging solely by the names of the skills did not provide accurate information.

This seemed somewhat different from the Moon Path he was familiar with in his past life.

“Aside from a qualitative change in my Supernatural Power, both my physical constitution and Mysterious Resistance have been enhanced accordingly, it seems I can also condense the ability to sever souls into the form of light waves for long-range attacks…

The other new ability is to use my body as a vessel to collect ‘Soul Power’; each time I shatter a target’s spirit, I can retain a small portion to continually augment myself, though there is a certain limit,”

Floey explained without any reservation.

Chen Lun nodded.

‘Indeed… the skill ‘Soul Bundle’ is just as I remembered it.’

All Soul Consolers could nearly always congeal black light waves in their hands for combat, which is a standard ability. These black light waves carry the power to obliterate souls.

‘And the skill ‘Requiem’ seems unique to Floey… Could it be due to the Supernatural Asymmetry Law?’

Chen Lun thought, then suggested to Floey:

“Those are some nice new abilities. You might try developing them further… like condensing the form of the light waves to be more refined, or shaping them into arrows, bullets, or curved Sword Qi, for instance… This wouldn’t only increase their power but also save Physical Strength and adapt to combat in different environments.”

He offered some ideas.

These were paths players had found after extensive exploration in his previous life.

Having once belonged to the Moon Path himself, Chen Lun had naturally conducted his own research as well.

“Mm… I’ll try my best,”

inspired, Floey replied thoughtfully, with a smile.

Chen Lun recalled that the Soul Consolers he had encountered before mostly used their Sequence Ability crudely, without much finesse.

But with the accumulation of knowledge from players, he could give Floey some pointers to help her progress faster.

Chen Lun looked around, then observed Floey’s complexion, finding that she wasn’t showing any discomfort from a low Sanity Value, and said:

“Let’s continue exploring this place for a while longer and try to harvest as many Lost Souls as possible… That should provide you with a sufficient accumulation of ‘Soul Power’.”

He had another goal, which was to delve deeper into the mine to find the next cabin’s location.

With Floey, whose Combat Power had improved a notch, she would be a good assistant.

It would help her accumulate strength and also enable them to find the remaining Sequence Six Supernatural Knowledge more quickly; why wouldn’t he?

“Okay,”

Floey nodded, agreeably accepting the proposal.

So Chen Lun continued deeper into the mine with her.

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Yellow Iron City.

The basement of Yarlin’s villa.

The End’s Cocoon and the members of the Red Apple Church gathered here together.

The central sofa and table had been moved away, and the wooden floor was inscribed with a complex and profound irregular pattern in blood. On both sides of the Array, nine severed fingers were used as candles, fixed to the ground, and lit at the tips.

A vessel purely cast from skulls was filled with transparent sundown chrysanthemum dew.

It dripped slowly downward, plopping onto the prayer Array, mingling with the blood, making it appear as though the entire Array was slowly writhing.

They were conducting a high-level ritual, praying to the Dim Lady.

Three members of the End’s Cocoon, clad in red robes, knelt on the ground, continuously chanting the Dim Lady’s deeds and noble name.

Time passed.

The severed finger candles were simultaneously extinguished by an invisible breeze.

Thin wisps of smoke accompanied by the abrupt cessation of prayers cast a hush over the surroundings.

In the forefront of the Red Apple Church group stood a tall man with long red hair reaching his waist and deep-set facial features.

It was Archbishop Lafa.

Lafa had completed the Incarnation from Gallup’s body and was now calmly observing the dark Array before Him.

The pattern on the ground began to ooze blood outward until it filled the entire circular Array.

From the bubbling blood pool, a blurry female silhouette slowly emerged.

The people instantly knelt down, including the monks of the Red Apple Church.

They bowed their heads low, not daring to look directly at the Deities.

Only Lafa slightly lowered His eyelids.

Lafa bowed to the blood pool’s figure, saying solemnly,

“Respected Dim Lady, Lafa pays homage to You.”

The figure made of blood laughed lightly with a voice rich in seductive power.

Everyone present suddenly felt their blood no longer under their control, pulsating rapidly, and their heart rates increased.

“The believer of Lady Rose… if you awaken me, it had better be for something important,”

the Dim Lady said with a tone that turned indifferent.

Seeing this, Lafa did not waste time and spoke directly:

“Your Majesty, the Dim Lady, Desecrated Duke Ragnar did not mean to anger You… it was all the fault of the previous Pope Doromi Purness, and the former members of the ‘Ten Cores’ of the Blood Abbey…

I humbly beg You to lift Your hand high, to remove the mark on the Desecrated Holy Sword so that the Desecrated Duke may return to this world… I am willing to offer You the highest sacrifice—”

Lafa took a deep breath.

“An entire city.”

The Dim Lady fell silent for a few seconds.

The members of the End’s Cocoon were also shocked by Lafa’s words.

An entire city?!

Had the Red Apple Church gone so mad?!

Only Lafa knew that aside from the Esoteric Cult’s former Pope, Doromy Purness, whose spirituality had been taken early to the Rose Garden of the True God to avoid calamity, all others killed by the Lady of Shadows had been branded with marks on their remnants.

It was the handwriting of the Lady of Shadows, meant to prevent the Red Apple Church from resurrecting Them.

It was divine retribution for the blasphemers.

No matter how closely the Red Apple Church guarded the Desecrated Holy Sword, as long as the Lady of Shadows did not let go, the Desecrated Duke would never be able to return to this world.

“Hmm… You are Ragnar’s progeny, wishing to resurrect your own father?”

The Lady of Shadows said.

Lafa’s breathing hitched ever so slightly, then returned to normal.

The Lady of Shadows was an angel at the end of the Sequence, a being of the Sub-God level, so it was not surprising that she knew his secret.

“Yes, esteemed Lady of Shadows.”

Lafa candidly acknowledged this.

“Your bargaining chip is too small, it does not move me… Moreover, you do not even qualify to negotiate terms with me.”

The Lady of Shadows said.

A foreboding feeling suddenly surged in Lafa’s chest.

Again, He smiled, as the blood-colored shadow suddenly waved a hand.

“The clanging prayers, the ceaseless noise, just for your tiresome words… Disturbing my sweet dreams comes with a price.”

Buzz!!

Bloody red engulfed the darkness, as if blood burst forth into endless crimson light.

Suddenly, everyone felt as if all their senses had vanished.

Not knowing what had happened.

A moment later.

Lafa knelt on one knee, his face deathly pale.

This incarnation of His had nearly dissipated in the bloody light just moments ago.

Looking up, that terrifying blood-colored shadow had vanished without a trace, and corpses littered the floor all around.

Whether it was the monks from the Red Apple Church or members of the Esoteric Cult from the Cocoon of the End, every single person present had collapsed to the ground without exception.

Their bodies drained of blood and spirituality, turned into mummified corpses.

Lafa’s expression was calm.

But inside, He was filled with rage.

The anger came quickly and left just as fast, and soon, Lafa let out a light chuckle.

He couldn’t help but reflect inwardly, the Lady of Shadows, Your Majesty, truly was a deity of capricious nature.

“Since this plan is unfeasible… it seems I must continue to work towards resurrecting the former Pope for the Church.”

Lafa disregarded the corpses scattered haphazardly at his feet and walked straight out of the basement.

His figure slowly disappeared, leaving behind one last murmur:

“By the way, it’s time to visit that Diviner, sir.”

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Night.

Chen Lun and Floey dined together.

They had hunted for quite a long time in the Immortal Realm, and because Floey’s Sanity Value was limited, in order to extend their time, they first took the “Serenity Potion” prepared by Maggie and then drank the fine wine brewed by Chen Lun.

Among the Supernatural Wine treasured by Chen Lun, there were a few bottles that could restore Sanity Value and enhance the speed of sanity recovery. The effects were pretty good, though Floey got a bit drunk again.

After returning to the present world, her face flushed, she held back a bit of drunkenness and quickly prepared a meal for supper.

The two ate together, not speaking much.

This time, in the mines beneath the gloomy plains, their harvest was quite bountiful.

With Chen Lun’s protection, Floey went all-out harvesting, brandishing the Great Scythe with a swish. Either because of Chen Lun’s inspiration or her own remarkable perception, she even managed to unleash a dark blade wave in the heat of battle.

Though the arc-shaped wave of dark light was somewhat unstable, it could be considered a success in shaping the “Soul Bundle.”

Chen Lun was quite surprised at the time.

After this hunt, Floey maxed out her passive skill “Requiem” and also greatly increased her Mystical Accumulation.

Once she assimilated and consolidated this portion of her strength, she should be considered the core strength of the Circus at this stage, next to Chen Lun.

Even Noah, who had also advanced to the Mid Sequence, would have to take a step back.

The mines beneath the gloomy plains were like a leveling ground tailored for Floey, with Chen Lun leading the hunt, making the efficiency staggeringly high. In a short time, it allowed Floey to experience the exhilaration of reaching the pinnacle right after advancement.

Meanwhile, Chen Lun successfully found another two cottages in the mine and acquired the Supernatural Knowledge of “Sequence Six – Aerial Acrobat.”

‘I’ve gathered five out of six parts, only the last one left, then I can proceed with advancement.’

Chen Lun was in good spirits.

‘Tomorrow, continue the dungeon run, get it as soon as possible!’

After dining.

The two went upstairs to rest, but while climbing the stairs, Floey was somewhat unsteady.

Seeing this, Chen Lun directly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, supporting her, and took her back to her room.

Floey lay on the soft bed, her light golden hair spread out on the pillow, unspeakably beautiful. Moonlight poured through the window, casting a gentle glow in the room.

Chen Lun looked at that delicate face, silent for a few seconds, then leaned down with a smile and kissed her forehead.

“Good night, my nun.”

He stepped back, slowing his pace, and quietly left the room.

Only after the door closed with a nearly imperceptible click.

A sweet smile emerged on Floey’s face.

“Good night, Lord Jack.”