Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 654 - 0654: Madness (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 654: Chapter 0654: Madness (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Konordel City.

In the outskirts, within a certain farm.

In a somber warehouse.

“No … spare me, please spare me!”

A white man tied to a stone pillar, looking at the blood stains splattered all around and the basin full of bloody eyeballs on the opposite side, can’t help but scream in despair.

“Bacter, didn’t you always crave for the power of mystery?”

A cultist of the Evil God wearing a black robe sneered, “Now … offer your eyes, and you will perceive the divine, returning to the embrace of the Divine …”

“No …”

Tears and other fluids splatter from Bacter’s eyes. He is just an ordinary salaried man, trying hard to change his fate. If he had known things would turn out like this, he would have rather died than join this heretical sect.

“Ah!”

Next moment, a heart-rending scream echoed from the warehouse, but because the location was so remote, with few people coming and going, no outsider could hear it.

The black-robed cultist threw the still-bleeding eyeball into the basin, took a towel and wiped his hands, then went to the two-story wooden building outside the warehouse.

Sitting on the wooden lounge chair was a middle-aged man looking like a wealthy merchant.

He had grizzled temples and was puffing on a dark red wooden pipe, seemingly enjoying the mellow tobacco leaves from the southern plantations.

“Sir … the next sacrifice is ready.”

The black-robed cultist bowed, “The quantity this time far exceeds the last. Our Lord will be very pleased.”

“Good … the Ancient Evil Eye will not forget to reward you.”

The middle-aged merchant chuckled: “Your professional rank… can also be raised by one level.”

“Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!”

The black-robed cultist was elated and withdrew.

After he left, the look on the middle-aged merchant’s face became both amused and pitiful.

The other party was the owner of this farm, who wanted to acquire transcendent powers and came into contact with the ‘Eye-worshipping Sect’.

Members of this ‘Eye-worshipping Sect’ active in the Federation were actually filled with spies from various factions of the Chris Empire.

They deceived the public, held rituals worshipping the ‘Ancient Evil Eye’, and kept making ‘adjustments’, just to attract a real ancient evil creature to descend here!

For this, they initially offered up some ‘baits’, such as some level one to two professional information, attracting a large number of believers.

“Who would have thought… the fanaticism of Federal people for the mysteries is so unimaginable!”

The middle-aged merchant joyfully continued to puff his pipe: “Although the church and The Eleventh Bureau are investigating, we have similar arrangements in many cities… where the evil god will finally appear is something nobody knows. After this time, I can also accumulate enough merit to be reassigned back to the Empire…”

…

“Zeal … is far from being enough …”

What the middle-aged merchant didn’t see was that above the farm, an elderly man in a white robe, holding an old sheepskin scroll, was slowly observing this place.

The Wild God — Shewinado!

It did not choose the form it showed to Su Lu last time, but appeared as an old human with blurry eyes looking towards the city.

“The Lady of Radiance allows the Chris Empire to act this way, seems to have been calculated… and the Demon also has its own plans… this is a battlefield for two supreme beings…”

Even the lord of arrogance does not dare to rashly get involved in a dispute at the supreme level.

Shewinado unfolded the sheepskin scroll in his hand and chuckled, “Scripture of Zeal … it is very compatible with my Language of Arrogance.”

This divine being, no one knows whether it’s an incarnation or not, began to whisper:

“Everyone has a factor of madness in their hearts …”

“The extreme fear will ferment extreme madness …”

“Go mad! Kill! Enjoy the ultimate pleasure brought about by arrogance…”

…

In the city.

Elizabeth was holding a paper bag packed with long loaves of bread, ready to take home for dinner.

Suddenly, a whisper reached her ears.

It was a language she couldn’t understand, yet a sudden irritation spread from the bottom of her heart.

The bread in her hand dropped to the ground, and she looked around in terror.

The galloping carriage seemed as if it was going to swerve off its path, hitting her and smashing her into pieces, leaving a large splash of blood on the wall.

The young gentleman next to her turned bright red, wheezing heavily through his nose, looking like he could pull her into the alley and tear her dress at any moment.

The fat woman beside her might, at any moment, stab the scissors in her hand into Elizabeth’s eyeballs!

The whole world seemed to be holding an intense malice towards her!

“Ah!”

Her beautiful face suddenly became hideous and she violently threw her handbag at the young gentleman beside her.

Thump!

Blood splattered!

At the same time, in front of her, a shop window shattered, and two men, grappling with each other, rolled out onto the street.

On the public road, several carriages collided at full speed without trying to avoid each other, causing a terrifying traffic disaster, but people around them ignored it.

Their eyes were bright red, and they were screaming madly, picking up any weapons they could find and attacking the people around them, regardless of gender, age, ordinary people or even the Transcendent ones!

The whole city suddenly became a battlefield, turning into a human hell!

…

“Is this… finally unavoidable?”

Sean looked at the city beginning to go mad, instinctively feeling a connection with the content in the Ritual, making him sense the danger.

This was the breath of divinity!

“Is the misfortune that the Chris Empire once suffered going to befall the Federation?”

With a wry smile, Sean made a remark.

He might be slightly idealistic occasionally, but he knew the weight of the issue.

This level of transcendent catastrophe was something even he, as a sixth-level transcendent person, might not be able to stop even if he successfully ascended!

“It seems… the three scenes I saw in the Ritual eventually all pointed to here… A high-level ‘Disaster of Misfortune’ like that fully meets the conditions to become the [Emperor of Disaster]…”

After giving some thought, Sean landed on the ground.

Boom.

The ground immediately caved in, forming a cavern and swallowing him, with the surface recovering as before.

“My Lord…”

In the temporarily made cavern, Sean started by praying to the ‘Spirit Lord’, and then began to prepare the Ritual.

A massive spiritual body emerged from the Spirit World, taking the form of a giant catfish. The huge mouth opened and spit out a walking corpse—Polon!

The birth of [Emperor of Disaster] required a blood sacrifice of a [Necromancer King] in the midst of a wide-spread disaster of misfortune!

Now, all the conditions were ready. Having prayed to the gods and assured himself of their protection, Sean was full of confidence.

“Let’s begin!”

Adjusting his mood, he began to ascend to become the [Emperor of Disaster].

…

“The city…”

In the suburbs, a middle-aged businessman in the farm was stunned as he received the information. A hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, “This is the best chance… prepare the Ritual immediately, and summon the Ancient Evil Eye to descend!”