OBS Chapter 587 The Intruder
Chapter 587 The Intruder
Chapter 587 The Intruder
Lu Ze should have realized that the true creator wouldn't let him off so easily.
He killed the sons of this evil god, purged His followers, and even resisted His blessings, turning instead to His mortal enemy, the Fool. Despite this series of blasphemous acts, the Fool offered no retaliation—Luzer almost thought this god was utterly insane and irrational.
However, he had actually been preparing in secret for a long time, and when he made his move, it was a terrifying killing move.
Ouroboros.
The King of Angels, Sequence 1.
A powerful follower of the true Creator.
Although both Sear and A are Sequence 1, the difference between them is extremely obvious. One was born only a few hundred years ago, while the other has gone through multiple eras; one is crazy and chaotic, completely unable to control its malice and can only fight on instinct, while the other is indifferent and calm, as unpredictable as fate itself; one was conceived by an evil god and its spirituality is unstable, while the other firmly controls the path, until it became the King of Angels.
Luze was able to severely injure Suea because of the strong restraint provided by Bernadette and others, and also with the help of Medici and others who had regained their former power. Now, with the other sea kings absent and the item that allowed him to borrow past power already used up, and facing Urolius, whose strength far surpasses Suea's, his chances of winning are extremely slim.
Even so, I must resist!
Before Lu Ze's eyes appeared a series of continuous rings, covered with silvery-white scales, like living snakes, running from head to tail, appearing otherworldly and mysterious.
Within this circle, the orbits of all things are forcibly pieced together. Ends connect to beginnings, endlessly repeating. The crimson sea of blood, barely overflowing from within, surges back. It cannot expand, let alone release those lambs.
On the peaks of Bansi Island, time seems to be caught in a strange loop.
"No...we have to break it!"
Lu Ze thought to himself, fully activating the illusory ocean tide within his body.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of the tide grew louder, penetrating his body and affecting the surrounding space. His efforts seemed to have an effect; imperceptibly, the reverse flow of time around him began to slow down, giving him more opportunities to take other actions.
The ocean currents within him could withstand a true god, while the other party's status was merely that of the King of Angels. He still had a chance. Urolius looked over with an indifferent expression.
He was barefoot, as if standing in the river of fate.
"boom!"
Lu Ze's body jerked violently, and the altar beneath his feet suddenly cracked, nearly causing him to fall. Moreover, an aura of destruction and calamity emanated from within the altar, assaulting his consciousness.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be affected by this at all. But now, as he was concentrating on summoning the tide to resist, this aura successfully distracted him for a moment.
In that brief moment, the situation reversed once again. As if in a dream, when Luze opened his eyes again, he was standing in front of Urolius once more, and the sea of blood still hadn't been successfully released.
Ouroles was indeed unable to control the tides, but instead turned his attention to Luze himself, who was summoning them!
All of Lu Ze's resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of it!
"brush!"
Just then, the space in front of Lu Ze distorted. The ship spirit Antia, with her exquisite features and wearing an asymmetrical black dress, appeared. Although the surrounding atmosphere was almost frozen, her black hair and the hem of her dress swung straight back, as if she were being impacted by a strong airflow, or as if she were being violently repelled by this area.
Antia's beautiful face was contorted with effort, her movements as slow as if she were submerged in highly viscous glue. She looked anxiously at Luze, and slowly, with difficulty, extended a hand to him.
"6
Time seemed to slow to an unnatural degree. Lu Ze could see Antia's mouth opening and closing slowly, but he couldn't hear anything. However, he could roughly guess what she meant, so he stretched out his arm with all his might.
Antia's true form is a ghost ship. By grabbing this hand, one can be transported to the spirit world and escape "Ta".
Ouroboros took a step forward.
Bare feet stepped onto the rough, pebbly ground, the soft sound hitting their eardrums heavily.
"boom!"
Lu Ze watched helplessly as Antia's body was swept away, like a leaf scattered by a storm. In his vision, the beautiful woman in the black dress vanished abruptly, leaving only the silver-haired angel opposite him.
Ouroboros approached step by step.
With each step he took closer, Lu Ze's control over his body diminished. The surrounding air seemed like solidified iron, allowing no room for even the slightest movement of his limbs!
"Medici!"
He roared inwardly, calling upon the red angel within him.
"Stop shouting, just give up," Medici said lazily. "I know what this guy is capable of. In your current state, you can't even escape from him, let alone resist."
"So you mean I'm just going to wait to die like this?"
"The good news is, He probably won't kill you right away," Medici continued, as if shifting into a more comfortable position. "The bad news is, you'll likely be taken over there... to meet..."
"Medici, you good-for-nothing, it's all your fault!"
"Shut up! I don't want to listen to you at all!"
Two other voices arose, arguing with Medici within his mind. At this crucial moment, the three conquerors' evil spirits had inflicted internal conflict!
Whom am I going to see?
Is there a true creator?
That enemy I hate?!
Lu Ze was filled with indescribable rage; a cacophony of arguments echoed in his mind, making his temples throb. Could it be that, as Medici claimed, he truly had no other options?
Fight!
He forced out a Hermetic phrase through gritted teeth: "A fool who does not belong to...this age..."
Now that things have come to this, he must summon the Fool and make the tide and the gray fog collide directly!
Ulorus had already walked up to Luze and calmly met his gaze. His thoughts slowed even further, each word seeming to take ten thousand years to utter.
"...The...mysterious...ruler...above...the gray fog..."
Ulorus fully extended his nearly two-meter-long wings, then closed them to envelop Luze's body.
His vision was filled with sacred, illusory feathers, and the "Angel of Fate" looked down at his struggles expressionlessly.
"...The one who...controls...good fortune..."
The wings had completely obscured his vision and would engulf him before Luze could finish his prayer. A surge of extreme anger and resentment welled up within him, and he fought desperately, trying to utter the final verse.
Just then, he suddenly saw that a piece of Urelius's wing had vanished. It was as if an invisible eraser had wiped that feather from reality.
Through the feather, Luze saw that an intruder had appeared behind Urolius at some unknown time.
The intruder, dressed in a black robe, stood silently.