This tall knight, the leader of the Shadow Knights, was manipulated by Bolaris himself. The leader slowly drew his sword at his waist, while hundreds of red eyes glowed behind him, opening in the shadows.
Cecily's words startled Polaris, "What does omnipresent mean?"
"Because of my particular experience within the Tower, I have a strong aura of Jugzoth, and my spirit world is always trapped in the temporal labyrinth within the Tower, isolated from the world. Only a very small part of it was able to return, and thus I was like a ghost, unable to return fully.
The other swirling painting hanging above the wall behind him gradually subsided, returning to the paint on top of the canvas. And at that moment Cecily's state became very eerie as he placed the horse lamp on the floor and slowly sat down, curling up into a ball.
"The blood pact is still in effect." Pierre removed his glove armor, revealing the back of his right hand with an odd blood mark on it, "We
"Two of these three great angels are stationed in Zocta and in the Tower of Wisdom; they are the Immortal of the Ages and Avogomont respectively. These two angels are directly under the control of the Pope and are one and the same with him.""Pope Condé has launched a strong campaign, and the two great angels, the Archaic Eternal and Avergomont, have both possessed him, and Jugzotus has lent him considerable power.It stuck in her throat like a sore thumb, and she couldn't speak."I am ready to do whatever it takes to complete the mission, so please escort me.""Destroying the main gate of the tall tower, before the gate could not be destroyed by me alone. But now, along with the earthquake, the gate's sealing formation should be damaged, so with my combined efforts with you, it should be possible for me to destroy the main gate. After destroying the main gate, we will prepare our flying wings or cloaks, prop them up, and pocket the hot airflow to
Some field trumpeter, inspired by the sound of the heavens, blew the Internationale on his trumpet. The loud sound of the trumpet stirred up the excitement and pride that had been suppressed for years, decades, centuries and even thousands of years in all of them, and they sang the Internationale in unison, which at once dealt the deadliest blow to the enemy, who fell to their knees and clutched their heads in agony, their eyes wide open.Esme Crane knew it wasn't Anna talking to her, it was Naija."God is eternally alone, and this is the fifth law by which you become a god.Esme Crane, you abandoned me long ago, and you have long since ceased to be a part of me. You replaced me, and you are the world god now." She sobbed with grief and anger.Esme Crane was forced to take a step back, her coat fluttering, but her expression remained calm.From among the seams of the bandage, wisps of black flesh and blood would seep out. It was as if the inside of the ban
Esme Crane's world... That was her second thought.Suddenly, she realized that she was actually in tears.She felt a moment of unprecedented peace as all the sights of her short life swept through her mind in a flash. She gathered her last strength and used her strongest burst of power to stab at the All-Seeing Eye above the Blood Infant.Polaris could not remember how many times he had fought and killed, so much so that when he turned back, there were few of his companions left around him, and the ground was full of ambulatory bodies, all of the Shadow Assassins who could not maintain their Shadow spells, revealing their bodies in the darkness.The blood baby in Jeremiah Moore's belly then let out a horrible cry, and all of the Shadow Assassins' internal organs were shaken and bleeding, and many of them turned blind and deaf in an instant.He needed to go on a tour of the world and find a place where he could enjoy the dragon's food.A horr
"Professor!" Someone called out to her from her side. She turned around to see two female students trotting towards her. "Good morning, Professor. We happen to have some questions for you." She suddenly got a lump in her throat. "Professor?" The two female students looked at her strangely. "Sorry, I seem to have forgotten something. What did you guys want to ask?" She replied as she control her emotions. The two students had no doubts and asked several academic questions. Despite the very different times, she answered their questions without hesitation, as if her academic literacy had kept up with the times. But questions still linger deep inside her. Where is Esme Crane? What the hell is going on? She walked with the two female students to the building, entered the classroom, and started teaching as she was supposed to. It was as if she has done it before, and it didn't feel out of place. The long 90-minute session had finally ended, and she had completed her teaching d
Esme Crane woke up with severe pain in her head, and her joints seemed to have been broken and reattached. A strange feeling came over her and it seemed like she had never felt so precarious as now. She opened her eyes, and then before she could do anything else, unfamiliar memories flooded her mind. Those are the memories of someone else's life. This person with the same name as her, named Esme Crane, lives in a world that is probably parallel to Earth. Her father, Calvin Crane, is a second-generation descendant of the Republic of Dejhess who came to the Mhadrrith Empire and now he was a worker, her mother, Sofia Ramirez, is a Mhadrrith Empire native, she is a housewife, and her brother, Reuben, who is eight years her junior. The cultural level of the former owner of this body is not very high. She dropped out of school in the middle of the 7th grade and she didn't quite understand the concept of the Dejhess Republic and the Mhadrrith Empire. Esme Crane wondered why she appeared i
Esme Crane reminisces about the petty ruins of her life's memory. Her previous life. She couldn't remember who her parents were, but one thing she was pretty sure of, she moved out at the age of sixteen. Of course, the paperwork was difficult for her, but in a short time, she was able to adjust to her new living situation. The apartment complex she lived in belonged to her father, he probably just wanted her to disappear from his sight as soon as possible. But why she was kicked out of the house, she has no memory of them. She fends for herself and earns a living, a florist shop is an ideal location for that. The owner of the store is a very gentle and kind person, he has accepted her as a part-time job in his shop. The summer months are when she is at the flower shop the most. The money she earns is used to pay for school fees and personal living expenses. Her life remained so peaceful during the three years of high school. In college, she had another incident. What it was, she st
"Are you here to wait for me?" So the next moment, she foolishly spoke to a cat, as if she believed it could answer her. The black cat, of course, did not answer her but narrowed those extremely beautiful cat eyes, it lowered its head, placed the pocket watch on the ground, raised its right front paw, licked its paw, and then washed its face. Only when she spoke did she realize that she was subconsciously speaking Vridhirc, the main language of the current kingdom as if she was influenced by the instincts left in her original body. She tried to open her mouth and repeat the words in English quietly, confirming that she could still speak English, and couldn't help but feel relieved. Esme Crane took the bread and sausage and scanned the interior of the worker's workshop, which was dark with only a little light and the smell of iron filings to her nose. The hearth, as she thought, still had embers left in it, giving off warmth. The cat led Esme Crane to the backyard of a single stone h
The night was uneventful. It was just after dawn when Esme Crane was already walking above the foggy country roads. She used a rag as a headscarf to wrap her face so as not to be recognized. Her footsteps are hurried and she looks around, describing herself as furtive. The incandescent day, on the other hand, is the outdoor prayer day in this world, probably because most people are religious. On this day, most people will gather in the central church or square of their residential area for a long daytime mass. England in the mid-nineteenth century because of the first industrial revolution, the city began to fill the air with industrial soot, coupled with the temperate maritime climate brought about by the perennial rain and fog, its capital city of London gradually has the name of the fog capital. It wasn't long before she reached Emerson, a river that runs south of Zocta, a tributary of the Dorrans River that runs through the entire city of Zocta, and the town of Emerson is named