Chapter 728 The Great Ring of Fate

Chapter 728 The great ring of fate...

The lively day gradually fades away, and dusk embraces the night, ushering in the night sky. The stars are sparse tonight, and gray clouds cover the falling stars, making the whole night even more quiet.

"Is it okay if we just look at it like this?"

On a small hill not far from the Eternal Sun Church, Miss Frenk held a telescope and watched uneasily what was happening inside the church.

Although her knowledge of mysticism was limited, she also knew that evil sacrificial activities were being held in the sacred church that was supposed to be illuminated by the eternal blazing sun.

Basically everyone in the village was involved. Lumian was forcibly tied up, and Aurore was deprived of her mind and the ability to move freely.

"This is just Lumian's dream. In other words, this is a fact that has already happened. Even if you take action now, you can't really change anything." Forsi explained.

We can only be spectators...

Understanding this fact, Miss Frenk raised her foot and kicked the two men and one woman who were lying motionless on the ground several times.

Just now, these three people suddenly found them and wanted to expel them from the village. The mysterious Ms. Fors just waved her hand and easily made the three people fall asleep.

"Miss Muggle, you must last until the end." Miss Frenck prayed silently in her heart.

At this time, Forsi discovered that there was the same trio of people on the other side of the Eternal Sun Church. They were the investigation team that came to investigate the anomalies in Kordu Village.

"The believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun actually have good minds, but it's just a pity." Forsi sighed with emotion.

Among the members of the major churches she has experienced, the believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun often have a strong sense of justice and a dazzling character like the sun.

Unfortunately, the Eternal Sun has fallen, and today’s Church of the Eternal Sun is no longer what it used to be.

"The brilliance of the sun will always bless those who devoutly pursue the light."

Claude whispered something, which made Forsi feel something different.

The sun, does the true brilliance of the sun still exist?

Forsi did not and did not dare to continue to think deeply.

In the church, Lumian is completely desperate. The only thing he can do now is to find a way to anger them and make them kill him, so that time may fall into a loop again.

"Taste the taste of despair in pain, this is your final outcome." The priest laughed and asked someone to hold a rag to cover Lumian's mouth when he wanted to curse loudly.

"Uh huh..."

Unable to speak, Lumian glanced into the distance. Aurore, who stood still with empty eyes, struggled even harder. He was punched hard in the stomach again, causing him to curl up in pain.

"Keep an eye on him."

After admiring the pain shown in Lumian's eyes for a while, the priest was satisfied and turned away, heading towards the altar.

As he went away, the surrounding villagers seemed to come alive and began to discuss different topics in small groups.

"The constellations are about to change."

"Yes, once the constellation changes, our destiny will also change, and then we don't need to be farmers all our lives."

"Our luck is about to come, and we will all make a fortune."

"I want to find a beautiful woman to marry and have a bunch of kids."

"I'm going to live in Trier. I heard that it is the most prosperous place in the entire Republic of Intis."

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Amidst the murmurs of discussion, Lumian, who overcame pain and despair, began to think about the whole story.

What made him most incredible was how could that bastard priest remember what happened in the time loop?

Every time a new time cycle begins, he does not show anything unusual. In every time cycle, he is very consistent in completing certain things, and never goes beyond the limit.

Could it be that he acted out this deliberately?

This is too scary, no, it is too scary!

At this moment, Lumian fully understood how terrifying the enemy he was facing was!

With such a level of disguise, even the most skilled actor in the world may not be able to perform better than him.

"The only way I can do now is to find a suitable suicide method. As long as I die here, everything will change."

After thinking for a long time, Lumian could only come up with this solution. He tried to enter deep meditation, wanting to accept the gaze of the two mysterious and terrifying beings, and wanting to use their power to make himself collapse and lose control.

But he still failed because his meditation had no effect at all.

At this time, a figure wearing a black robe and a wide hood walked outside the church, with his entire face hidden in the shadows.

His presence gave the priest a respectful and humble attitude.

Lumian tried his best to reverse the direction of his body and looked over, wanting to see what happened.

"Are you wondering why your meditation failed?"

The figure walked towards Lumian. The familiar figure and the unbelievable voice made Lumian widen his eyes.

When the figure approached, Lumian clearly saw the true appearance of the man in black robe.

He was a young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, with slender limbs, short black hair, and light blue eyes, quite handsome.

This face is extremely familiar to Lumian, because he can see it every day when he looks in the mirror!

This is himself!

"Who are you!"

Lumian was shocked and asked, but the cloth stuffed in his mouth blocked his words.

The man ignored Lumian and smiled as he walked towards the parish priest. He looked at the sky and said, "Let's start the ceremony."

"Okay." The parish priest lowered his head and ordered people to carry Lumian to the altar.

Lumian tried desperately to struggle. Although his body was very flexible because of his dancing, he was still carried to the altar and tied up in the face of several strong men.

The thorn ring with black liquid flowing was shining on Lumian's body, leaving him no strength to struggle.

In his daze, he saw Aurore walking towards him, looking at him with empty eyes.

"The constellation is finally changing!"

"The great day that belongs to us is finally coming!"

Amid the discussion, the smell of gray amber, lilac, and tulip began to spread, and the spiritual candlelight began to light.

Lumian vaguely saw the parish priest open his mouth and shout in ancient Hermetic language: "The Great Ring of Fate!"

Thump, thump!

Lumian's eyes were dark, and he could clearly hear his heartbeat. It seemed that some scenes he had experienced in the depths of his memory were slowly dragged out.

His head swelled in chaos, and his heart was burning, as if something was drilling out.

The parish priest did not care about Lumian's changes, and continued to chant in a pious and fanatical tone: "You are the great reincarnation, the destined fate, the cause, the result, and the process!"

Suddenly, the two candles on the altar representing the gods stretched their light and became the size of a human head.

Inside the church, a humming sound blew, and the villagers seemed to have turned into statues, with silver-white and black tumors slowly protruding on their faces, backs of hands and other exposed places, one after another.

The silver-black light that was originally only around the altar spread rapidly in all directions, enveloping the entire church and the entire village.

In the sky, the clouds dispersed, and the crimson moon became deeper, emitting a light close to blood red.

The villagers began to talk in a dreamy voice: "The constellations have begun to change..."

"Good luck is about to come..."

At the same time, the thorn ring with black liquid flowing in front of Lumian began to wriggle, and gradually grew a silver-black eyeball.

It was a taboo that should not belong to this world. Once it appeared, it made the surroundings fall into an almost absolutely forbidden area.

Seeing this scene, the black-robed man and the parish priest looked more fanatical, kneeling on the ground and shouting: "Great Ring of Destiny!"

"Your devout believers are listening to your oracle!"

The parish priest trembled all over. He really didn't expect that such a sacrifice would actually attract the arrival of the gods.

The great ring of destiny, He is now sending a ray of consciousness into that thorn ring!

Is this an affirmation of his own efforts?

But soon, the silver-black eyeball seemed to be frightened and quickly retracted into the thorn ring, and all the strange phenomena around it disappeared.

"Great Ring of Fate..."

Before the parish priest in charge of the sacrifice could be surprised, the thorn ring with black liquid suddenly exploded, spraying out filthy and smelly black substances, which covered most of the church.