Moreover, she could feel that... the phenomena she could perceive at present were merely "appearances". The true essence of all this... required her to go deeper into a deeper level to find out.
"Barrier".
This is Qi Ji’s preliminary judgment.
A space similar to a "barrier", overlapping with reality but isolated from it... suddenly descended into this university.
The traces in the sky and the noise in the air are the residual power that "escaped" from that space. In fact, they are very small and can only be seen by those with strong enough perception.
In essence, it is somewhat similar to the "prototype of the kingdom of God" that Qi Ji had casually created, but it is much smaller in scale, only a few kilometers in radius.
Moreover, the "sealing" work was done quite crudely, and it actually affected the real world, allowing people in the real world to notice traces.
"It should be an effect mainly composed of the 'Chaos' field... Is it the work of that evil cult?"
After briefly analyzing the composition of this "barrier", she realized that the "New World" sect, a heretic of the "Renormalization Movement" that claimed to represent the "true will" of the "Goddess of Disaster" Fusa, might have taken action.
"Have they confirmed Roman's identity? Speaking of which, these guys are really brave. They actually chose this time to take action..."
Obviously, Emperor Octavius VIII made a wrong judgment. On this day when all heroes gathered...that group of Protestants actually dared to take action.
"Is it pure madness, or... is there some other agenda?"
Qi Ji folded his hands over his chest, muttering something meaningful, while quickly scanning the campus, and immediately found a familiar breath.
"We can't confirm the truth yet... Let's just go and join in the fun and wait and see what happens."
With a thought, she flashed and teleported directly to the vicinity of the aura.
The scene in front of my eyes changed rapidly, as turbulent and distorted as the surface of a disturbed water.
When everything settled down, the first person she saw was Roman standing dozens of meters away... looking up at the sky with a look of horror on his face.
"Hello……"
Qi Ji wanted to say hello, but before he could say anything, the extremely tense spirit in Luo Meng's body suddenly trembled, and then the whole person disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a mark like a glass crack on the spot.
"…Uh, let's go."
Seeing Roman disappear, she shrugged her shoulders, walked slowly to where he was originally standing, reached out her hand and gently touched the lines that were healing and fading rapidly.
"It looks familiar... I feel like I've seen it somewhere..."
Thinking about it, she stretched out her hand and probed directly into the crack, then clenched her fist tightly.
"Snap! Snap! Snap! ..."
The self-healing of the cracks completely stopped at this moment. Then, as if some huge force was expanding from the inside, the cracks floating in the air quickly extended and expanded outward, making crackling sounds.
"boom!"
The next second, the extremely dense lines burst open with a bang, and a vertical crack suddenly appeared in the space, the size of which was just enough for one person to pass through.
Through this crack, one can see countless twisted, dirty, weird and blasphemous colors and outlines, as well as countless ghostly and swaying shapes, as if it were a passage leading to the abyss of the underworld.
"As expected... His abilities are very close to that Saint, but there is a huge gap in their levels..."
That’s right, the path that Romon embarked on is the same as that of Fasti, a core member of the “New World” sect who calls himself the “Secret Saint”, a legendary powerful man who specializes in the field of “Chaos”.
She had known this for a long time.
The power of the "Chaos" realm is the one she has the least exposure to among all the realms she has mastered, and her knowledge of it is relatively poor. She is not even clear about the authority corresponding to this realm.
As of now, the abilities in this field seem to be deeply related to "space"... However, they are different from the space-transfer abilities obtained from the "Mysterious Form in the Starry Sky".
However, there are two points that are quite consistent.
The first is long-distance movement. This should be the signature ability of the "Secret Saint" Fasti. Romon, who is also a fourth-level strongman in the "Chaos" realm, is far inferior to him in this aspect.
The second point is...
Subspace manufacturing.
She exerted a little force on her feet and stepped into the crack without any hesitation, entering into the mysterious and unknown world that she had never explored personally.
After her figure was completely swallowed up by the colors and outlines of that space, the cracks closed and faded at an extremely fast speed, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.
It was like the door behind the hero who was conquering the demon king suddenly slammed shut when he stepped into the palace deep inside the castle.
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In the upper town of Twilight City, close to the suburbs, there is an area of high-end villas.
Nancy tied her long dark blue hair into a low ponytail, and wore black men's suit trousers, a white shirt and a black denim jacket. She walked on the quiet and elegant streets of the villa area, looking at the exquisite Western-style villas on both sides.
"No……"
She seemed to have been walking around this area for a long time. Her heroic face showed a bit of distress. Suddenly, she lowered her voice and murmured to herself:
"Ms. Cecima, it seems that your judgment is wrong. That guy should not be in the high-end community."
“I did sense divine pollution from an unknown realm nearby. The characteristics of that pollution are almost identical to those that appeared in the Stoner Orphanage.
"But since we can't find him, that means he doesn't live here permanently, he just stayed for a while."
An illusory, erratic, unreal female voice sounded in Nancy's ears, speaking in an indistinguishable tone.
The female voice was clear and ethereal. Although it was not beautiful enough to sound like the sound of nature, it was very clean and clear, like a fairy flapping its wings and whispering in a fairy tale:
“We can use this villa area as the center, search for surrounding communities, and expand outward little by little…
"The Imperial Palace Circle can be left for last. There is the main church of the Sunset Spiritual Society, and Amon's apostles are stationed there. Other demigods will basically avoid it on purpose."
"Row."
Nancy nodded and turned to go to the nearby residential community when the voice in her ear suddenly rang again:
"Wait... Let's go there first."
As soon as she finished speaking, Nancy felt a "guidance" in her consciousness. Following the guidance, she saw a tower with white as the main color in the distance.
That is the landmark building of the Imperial University.
"National University?"
Nancy frowned slightly and asked doubtfully:
"What's wrong? Ms. Cecima, did you sense His presence there?"
"No, not Him."
Cecima denied it with a vague and illusory voice:
"But also an acquaintance."
"An acquaintance?" Nancy was slightly stunned. "...Who?"
Cecima replied calmly:
"You've only met him once. That day in the twilight sea, when we were fighting the out-of-control Bona, there was a mysterious 'saint'. It was him."
“It was that guy.”
Nancy remembered it immediately. After all, one of her long-distance movement abilities came from this person, and she had a deep impression of him.
A gloomy, pale, and thin face flashed through her mind, and she suddenly felt a little strange:
"He's at the National University? That sounds dangerous. He doesn't look like a good person."
"I told you before that I suspected that the whole 'Bona Dengsheng incident' was driven by that guy, Yao Liuliu."
Cecima said in a faint voice:
"This man who calls himself the 'Secret Saint' is the only ultimate participant in this incident about whom we know almost nothing.
"I think if we use him as a starting point, we might be able to find some clues."
"really……"
Nancy agreed, and then raised her voice a little:
"Then let's go quickly. This weird guy actually showed up in a place like a national university. He might be up to something big... Even if we can't get any information about Yaoliuliu from him, it's a good thing to monitor him."
As she finished speaking, a ball of blazing orange-red flames suddenly rose from her body, completely enveloping her tall body.
"call!--"
Scorching hot wind and air waves burst out, and she turned into an amorphous flame, suddenly rising into the blue sky, crossing the sky, and flying like a meteor towards the Imperial National University in the distance, which seemed to be normal.
As Nancy soared into the air, an invisible wave quietly spread around her, like ripples on the surface of a lake, gradually blurring and covering up the shining and bright flames so that they were not too conspicuous.
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Chapter 351 Conspiracy Trap
confusion.
This is the only theme here.
Countless dirty and blasphemous colors filled every corner of the space, swaying and flowing restlessly.
The indescribable outlines and shapes carry a wet and sticky touch, stirring in this flowing color, never stopping.
Romon stood in the chaotic void, looking around, and saw almost the same scene everywhere. What came into view was the disgusting colors like slop foam and the mysterious outlines that were difficult to distinguish from each other.
"A 'secret realm' that was carved out independently... Haha, only that guy has such a method."
His face was livid, his eyes were extremely serious as he spoke in a deep voice, his senses fully focused on the chaotic surroundings.
In such a weird and absurd scene, direction, position and sense of space lose their meaning.
Although the surroundings are crowded and chaotic with colors and lines, it does not seem cramped or limited at all. Instead, it inexplicably gives people an impression of being extremely vast and seemingly endless.
"You did come in."
A hoarse, gloomy male voice, mixed with a sinister and malicious smile, came from an unknown direction.
Hearing this voice, Luo Meng's face immediately became even colder and more murderous. He no longer had the image of a kind and fashionable avant-garde old man. Instead, he was given a layer of strong gloom and horror...
It was like a demon born from a hell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
He did not look surprised at all. He turned his head to look at a certain position in front of him and said in a voice that was almost freezing:
"I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You've become stronger."
As soon as he finished speaking, the direction he was looking at suddenly became frenzied.
The dirty colors that looked like water and air retreated like the tide, and those mysterious creatures that appeared and disappeared like ghosts also scattered, as if they were afraid of some powerful natural enemy, or as if they were avoiding a king who ruled them.
A thin, withered and pale figure then appeared.
The purple-black robe with a classical shape and ominous appearance, the sickly pale skin, the gloomy and lifeless face, the deep sunken eye sockets that contain evil and cruelty...
"The Secret Saint", Fasti.
"Nineteen years."
This core member of the "New World" sect sneered, with no hiding of the malice in his tone:
"You, a traitor, haven't changed at all, you still have that disgusting face.
"You knew it was a trap, but you still came in alone to confront me... Do you think that walking into a trap like this will make me believe that you really have the chivalry of self-sacrifice?
"Don't think I don't know what dirty tricks you have in mind... Haha, it's exactly the same as before. This kind of self-touching hypocrisy really makes me sick no matter how many times I do it."
Just like his title, the "Secret Saint" can only exert his full strength in this strange and chaotic "secret realm".
Here, his power is far greater than in the real world.
If Roman was rational, he should not have taken the initiative to step into this space which was to Fasti like water to fish, but he still did so without hesitation.
Because if he refused to fall into the trap, then Fasti, this madman with no mercy or compassion, would definitely show up at the Imperial National University and kill without hesitation.
If he did so, he would definitely be killed by the strong men gathered in the school in a very short time, but before that, even if it was only a few seconds, it would cause unimaginable casualties.
For a "saint", killing a group of ordinary people... is too easy.
Even if he did nothing, just unfolding the "mythical form" was enough to instantly drive hundreds of teachers and students crazy, die suddenly, or mutate on the spot.
