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Click——! ! !
A crisp, clear sound, like shattering glass, yet seemingly piercing through countless realms!
The Wall of Nothingness shattered instantly! Like a broken mirror, countless starlight-laden fragments scattered and flew everywhere, only to instantly dissolve into the mist of the underworld!
Behind the wall was not a chaotic void.
A small, steadily rotating vortex, no more than one meter in diameter, was clearly visible!
At the core of the vortex is a deep, ethereal blue starlight, as profound as the universe, while at the edges flows a vibrant, verdant magical glow, like that of a forest in early spring!
Two completely different energies, yet perfectly blended at this moment, formed a stable and mysterious entrance to the passage!
A gentle breeze, carrying an aura of tranquility, abundance, and eternity—completely different from the deathly despair of the underworld—quietly emanated from it!
The intersection of the underworld and paradise!
Just as he was about to take the final step before entering the node—
"Hello~"
A familiar voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and a touch of surprise, came from behind me without warning!
Furi's muscles tensed instantly, not from fear, but from pure fighting instinct and extreme vigilance against the change in his environment!
He had just escaped that life-or-death ordeal from which there was no turning back, and now a voice was coming from behind him? This violated the core rules of the level!
However, he could never mistake that voice!
It's Yvette!
The demonic eye envoy who had recently parted ways with him in this underworld through a spatial rift, without any prior agreement!
"You thick-browed, big-eyed fellow..." the voice continued, tinged with a playful teasing, its distance so clear it seemed to be just a few steps behind him, "...are you looking for this too?"
Thick eyebrows and big eyes? Furu's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. This description... was indeed Yvette-esque, with a touch of flippancy, and precise.
He didn't look back.
This is a vigilance ingrained in one's very bones. Having just passed the "Orphic Threshold," any sound from behind is enough to trigger the highest level of alarm.
The remaining magic within him surged instinctively, the star compass on his wrist flickered with an eerie light, and the mithril pointer trembled wildly, pointing...behind him!
Target confirmed: Yvette's presence elicits a strong reaction!
This is not an illusion! It is a real individual with powerful magic!
How did she get here? And just as he had broken through the bottleneck and the pressure dissipated?
Furu forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, maintaining his posture with his back to the newcomer. His body was like a cheetah poised to pounce, his mental energy highly concentrated, sensing every subtle fluctuation behind him.
"Oh my, what a coincidence!"
Yvette's voice carried a hint of exaggerated surprise, and footsteps sounded, seemingly getting a little closer.
Furu could clearly sense the cold and vast perception emanating from her, unique to the Demon Eye, like invisible tentacles, greedily scanning the node vortex and his suspended star dagger in front of him.
"Me too! Someone asked me to come here specifically to find this... um... 'rat hole'!"
Her words were light and airy, but the phrase "entrusted by someone" was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.
The two had just "cooperated" at the entrance to the Great Tomb of Albion not long ago, but now they "coincidentally" met at this most secret point in the underworld... This coincidence itself was full of tension.
"Shall we continue our cooperation?" Furu asked.
silence.
The silence was extremely brief, yet it seemed to be stretched out by the viscous time of the underworld.
Then, a soft laugh broke the silence.
The laughter was crisp and clear, carrying Yvette Velvet's characteristic cynical and playful tone, yet it was like a honey-coated ice needle, precisely piercing the core of Furu's current predicament.
"Ah……"
"Isn't it necessary?"
She sang in a languid tone, each syllable seemingly swirling on the tip of her tongue before being uttered.
“After all…” Her voice chuckled more, carrying a knowing, even slightly gloating tone, “…you shouldn’t be able to turn back now, right, Furu-kun?”
The air seemed to freeze.
The eternal sighs of the underworld flowed beneath my feet, and the emerald green vortex of starlight swirled silently before my eyes.
One stood with their back to them, their vigilance as cold as ice; the other drew near, their laughter like knives.
An invisible standoff formed instantly before the very beginning of the process.
Furu's fingers silently touched the cold hilt of another spare dagger at his waist. The starlight on the dagger, hovering before the node, seemed to sense its owner's emotions, its flow subtly quickening.
How can someone who can't turn back guard against those who covet from behind? How can they stop another competitor with the same clear goals and freedom of action?
"Oh my?" Yvette's voice rang out again, tinged with exaggerated surprise, but her intentions were obvious. "This 'mouse hole'... looks even more 'delicious' than I imagined. That stingy teacher Mayastia, at least didn't trick me this time?"
Her footsteps rang out clearly and without hesitation. Not backwards, but...forwards!
Towards Furi, and even more so towards the crucial vortex in front of Furi!
One step, two steps...
The sound of footsteps on the cold stone slabs felt like footsteps on Furu's taut nerves. Each step closer meant she was one step closer to her goal, while Furu's passive situation worsened!
Chapter 639 Asagao (4k)
"I think……"
"Let a Mystic Eye user possess a 'Gem' level Mystic Eye..."
"Using these hands myself..."
"Gouge out your most precious 'eye'..."
"Such a scene..."
In Iskandar's demonic eyes, the azure light suddenly intensified, like the bursting forth of a frozen star's core.
"...perfectly suited."
A crushing defeat in terms of status!
This is a power that a faker could never achieve in his Heroic Spirit Origin state!
The imposter of that time, though his "forced" Mystic Eye was powerful, ranking among the "Noble Colors" and even touching the edge of "Gemstones," was still limited by the framework of his Spirit Origin and the upper limit of his mysticism.
It may be able to coerce mortals and influence Heroic Spirits of the same rank, but it is absolutely impossible for it to control Matou Ike, who possesses a "Gem"-level Mystic Eye and is empowered by Beelzebub's authority and the Blood Ring of Principle, in such an absolute and unquestionable way!
It is even more impossible to force someone to commit such an instinctive act of self-destruction while the other party is resisting with all their might!
But things are different now!
The imposter is no longer a follower.
She is the newborn god—Iskandha!
She has forged her own divine core, bearing a unique divinity that integrates the records of the three vast realms of "The Imposter," "The Conqueror," and "Zeus"!
It also absorbed the immense magical power and remnants of faith accumulated over two thousand years in the Albion ley lines, refining this divinity into something incredibly solid and powerful!
Divine infusion! Exceptional ascension!
With such a vast infusion of divinity and the blessing of authority, the "forced" magic eye, which originated from the essence of the "imposter," has already undergone a qualitative leap!
Its inherent "rules" have been infinitely strengthened, refined, and upgraded!
It is no longer in the category of "magic" or "magic eye"!
Its status has already risen to a level close to "power" itself!
as--
The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception of the ancient god of death, Bael!
When Bayel was still a mortal or a powerful necromancer, even though his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception were terrifying, he still needed to "understand" death and "cut" the lines/points of death.
However, when its divinity was sublimated and it became the ancient god of death who was in charge of death, its demonic eyes underwent a fundamental transformation under the infusion of divinity and authority!
"Stare and die"!
No need for understanding, no need for severance! Its "gaze" itself carries the absolute law of "death"! Wherever the gaze falls, the concept of "death" is manifested and descends!
Those who are gazed upon, regardless of their rank or the strength of their defenses, have their existence "ended" directly and forcibly declared! This is the ultimate sublimation of divinity over the essence of the Demon Eye—
Elevate "capability" to something akin to "world rules" themselves!
At this moment, Iskandar's "coercion" is exactly like this!
Supported by the divine core and vast divinity, this "coercion" is no longer a simple mental manipulation or physical control.
It is the manifestation of the power of the "absolute command"!
Its rules are simplified to the most basic and violent form: eye contact lock and willpower coercion!
Ignoring barriers of will! Ignoring magical defenses! Ignoring the laws of physics! Even... to a certain extent, ignoring the resistance of the target's own rank!
When Iskandar's azure demon eyes locked onto Matou Ike and issued the "command" to "gouge out his eyes," the command itself transformed into an "absolute law" imposed upon his existence that must be executed!
Like the death god Bayer's "stare and you die," this is a "rule overriding" of lower-dimensional beings by a higher-level being!
Matou Ike's "gem"-level "twisted" Mystic Eyes might be able to briefly interfere with the divine punishment lightning, but when faced with this absolute command that originates from the essence of the divine core and is sublimated into "coercive power", its resistance is like trying to stop a tsunami with a carving knife!
Matou Ike's body was like an insect frozen in amber of time, with every joint emitting a stiff, teeth-grinding sound that defied physiological structure.
His head was forcibly turned to the side by the cold, absolute will emanating from the golden and silver demonic eyes. The muscles in his neck twisted and tightened, and the veins bulged, as if he were struggling on the verge of death, yet he was firmly imprisoned by invisible laws.
His right hand, the one that once drove the "Twisted" Demon Eye to tear through space and defy divine punishment, has now become a cold instrument of torture for self-destruction.
The five fingers, as if driven by an invisible hydraulic press, slowly, heavily, and irresistibly curled upwards. The index and middle fingers, bearing immense force, groaned from their knuckles, precise and cruel...
He dug at the edge of his left eye socket, which seemed to radiate magic!
puff!
The fingernail pierced the skin! Scalding blood mixed with the forcibly torn magical light, instantly spurting out from between the fingers, tracing a shrill arc in the dim light of the Underworld. The intense pain, originating from the tearing of nerve endings, was like icy venom, flowing upstream along the forcibly controlled nerves, piercing fiercely into Matou Ike's core consciousness, frozen by the "gaze"!
"Ugh—!" A muffled groan, barely suppressed, escaped from his clenched teeth, and blood trickled down the corner of his lips.