Chapter 702 - 389: Sky’s Rift (Double-Length)

Vic appeared unconcerned: "If conditions permit, of course, I don’t want to take risks either."

"A hurricane won’t quietly wait for a sapling to grow into a towering tree."

At this point, Vic turned around, leaning against the railing, looking at the sky, and smiled.

"Moreover, the will of the Black Tide is still protecting me, isn’t it?"

Upon hearing this.

Fernar was stunned for a moment, then also smiled.

He came to help Vic under Rogel’s instructions, naturally understanding the key.

Moreover, his talent [Psychic Vision] also tells him that the gaze of that great being is also on Vic.

Of course, [Psychic Vision] and his strength have not yet reached the level where he can directly gaze at that great being.

The reason Fernar knows this is because after using his talent and seeing Vic’s specialness, he did not suffer any erosion or pollution...

Only the great being he has faith in would deliberately refrain from releasing their power excessively, so the answer is obvious.

But naturally, Fernar didn’t directly tell Vic these things.

He’s smart. From his situation and Fernar’s arrival, he has already deduced who is secretly helping him.

"Protection is protection, but ultimately, we have to rely on ourselves."

Fernar was not only responding to Vic but also presented his own thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Vic didn’t speak but instead looked at the black cat to the side.

Seemingly sensing Vic’s gaze, the black cat paused its grooming, quietly sitting, with calm in its eyes.

"Vic, there’s a good chance you’ll die on this journey."

Its words were harsh, even making one feel cursed upon hearing them.

But Vic wasn’t displeased, nor did he refute.

He just slowly put away his smile and looked at the sky, sighing softly.

"Indeed..."

"This time, I might not be so lucky..."

Crack—

As if to confirm Vic’s words.

At that moment, the edge of the once clear sky suddenly showed an extremely conspicuous... crack!

Within that crack was endless gloom and danger.

Vic’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Sensing this, Fernar also looked up sharply, seeing the crack in the sky.

"My God! What is that?"

"Damn, why is the sky cracking?! Master of the Black Tide above..."

"Master of the Black Tide, please protect your most devoted believers..."

At Magrela’s harbor, countless people also witnessed this scene, filled with fear and unease, repeatedly chanting the name of the Master of the Black Tide, trying to find peace through it...

...

[You have absorbed part of the power of Trading Authority.]

Almost at the same time.

Rogel felt a tremor in his heart, suddenly opening his eyes, looking up to the sky.

His gaze penetrated the ceiling of the Black Tide Cathedral, taking in the scene in the sky.

The terrifying crack in the sky was clearly visible to him.

Rogel withdrew his gaze, his expression calm, though he couldn’t help but feel a slight ripple in his heart.

Mephisto... ultimately couldn’t hold on.

The crack in the sky is naturally a sign of its impending fall.

[Hint: As a high-tier lifeform, you have received guidance information from the world. Please check the specific contents on your own.]

With this message came the guidance from the essence of the world in Rogel’s mind.

The Old Gods, who have dominated the world, are about to fall.

An era of chaos and strife is arriving.

Construct the ladder to godhood, ignite the supreme True God’s fire, and you will become the new sole leader of the coming era!

Whether it is absolute light, chaos, order, or endless darkness...

The ending is not singular; the world will evolve into its destined form!

"Interesting."

Rogel closed his eyes again, continuing to absorb the Trading Authority Guide.

This guidance from the world is not just given to him; surely, other high-tier beings in the world will receive it successively.

It’s not complicated, simple yet contains the principles of the world’s essence.

That is, the upcoming winner will command the world’s order.

Whether it’s a world filled with light and hope.

Still a broken, lifeless, and deathly silence of darkness.

Everything is possible...

...

Kizi Holy Hall.

As the stone chips rustled down, the Kizi God stepped down from the stone platform. The faceless appearance became exquisite, but looked very androgynous, making it impossible to tell if it was male or female.

Accompanying it was a beautiful maiden beside it, her body covered in large patches of scorched red skin, with faint glimmers of fire emerging from it.

On that beautiful, non-human face, there were also burn marks.

And in the place where "Disease of Excessive Desire" used to be, there was now an irregular tumor, looking very restless and uneasy.

"Chaos is coming!"

The female voice was incredibly grave.

"That damned old guy might soon awaken from ’hibernation,’ the situation is dire!"

The man’s voice carried anger and unease.

Both genders in one, it was the manifestation of the Kizi God, which allowed Them to manipulate the power of desire more intensely.

"We can’t wait any longer, this is the last chance!"

The incredibly beautiful Ember Pain said calmly.

Their status even seemed higher than the former Disease of Excessive Desire.

This was actually a reflection of the inner inclination of the Kizi God.

If not for spreading Faith, They probably wouldn’t choose to use such a vulgar method.

"Gather the other Demigods and charge into Mother Goddess Land again!"

"Even if we fall, we must not be manipulated by Them anymore!"

The angry male voice was utterly resolute.

"First, find the Master of the Black Tide."

The female voice appeared somewhat calm, but it wasn’t denying the other’s words, just proposing a prerequisite.

Their intentions were consistent; Neither wanted to be restrained by the Mother Goddess anymore.

...

Balahavi, City of Harvest.

"Hahaha, the sky seems to have cracked open..."

"It’s okay, just stitch it up with a needle... and it’ll be fine..."

"Another harvest, truly delightful and joyful..."

Even when the sky cracked, most people in the City of Harvest still didn’t show fear or unease, they remained cheerfully oblivious.

It must be said, sometimes being truly foolish is better than being clear-headed.

Of course, they seem foolish, but the ones who made them fools are not.

Deep underground in the City of Harvest, Pope Alfredo of the Harvest Church also wore a look of intense unease.

In front of him was a giant blood cocoon, inside of which seemed to be nurturing something terrifying.

Above this blood cocoon was an unconscious blonde woman’s head, with the golden divine glory on her forehead representing her true identity... Goddess of Harvest and Fertility, Meteaga.

The blood cocoon below was actually Her body!

Pope Alfredo slowly floated up to Meteaga’s head, gently caressing her swollen face with one hand, and her belly with the other, filled with deep affection and love.

"Meteaga, my beloved..."

"Once our child descends, the world will bow at Their feet."

"When the time comes, whether it’s the Mother Goddess or the damned Black Tide Secret Society, they will be enslaved by us..."

At this, Alfredo sighed lightly.

"Unfortunately, my dear, our time is running out..."

"Once She wakes prematurely, we will revert to how it was before, and all previous efforts will be in vain..."

"I don’t want you to be enslaved again..."

He took out a knife and forcibly cut a bloody piece of flesh from his palm.

"Meteaga, eat me, turn me into nourishment for our child, it’s the only solution..."

He handed his flesh to Meteaga’s mouth, his face filled with love, speaking tenderly.

As if hearing his words.

Although Meteaga’s head did not open her eyes, she gently shook it.

Tears began to overflow from her eyes.

After a moment, as if making a decision, her head slowly sank back into the body, and soon, only a depression was left where Meteaga’s head had been...

Accompanied by a dull chewing sound from within the blood cocoon.

The pulsation within the giant blood cocoon became more pronounced.

Alfredo turned, chuckled lightly, seemingly unsurprised by Meteaga’s actions, not feeling pain, and wore a smile of no surprise on his face.

"Love you forever, dear Meteaga..."

How fortunate he felt to have encountered such a gullible goddess.