Chapter 779: How Dare You All Do This

And it was almost at the very instant the pen stroke was completed.

In the pitch-black underground hall, it was as if accompanied by a heavy thump of the heart.

Thump—

The Fallen Angel, who was desperately trying to channel the full power of the magic circle to launch an all-encompassing assault and influence over the entire Nightfall City, suddenly stiffened. It was as if her consciousness had been violently struck by a massive hammer, her gaze suddenly going hollow. And in the deepest recesses of her pitch-black pupils, it was like a struggling soul was screaming shrilly.

Strands of faint golden light flashed rumblingly amidst the surging black mist that enveloped her entire body.

Even the pitch-black plumage itself gradually began to take on a faint golden hue.

Her power had been greatly affected, becoming no longer pure.

And this development also instantly caused the massive magic circle in the sky above to tremble violently, with mottled sacred radiance appearing in specks and patches upon the pitch-black engravings.

"No! This isn't right!!"

In an instant.

Her consciousness abruptly cleared, her teeth clenched tightly, and traces of sinister black electric arcs gradually emerged on her face.

She suddenly clutched her head, as if realizing something, her massive wings bursting open abruptly as she let out a sharp, agonizing shriek.

"Something is trying to interfere with me! What is it?! What is it?!"

Her gaze twisted around ferociously.

It seemed capable of piercing through the entire hall, landing directly upon the whole of Nightfall City shrouded beneath the magic circle.

She could already feel the resurgence of the main consciousness within her body, and the pace of that resurgence had suddenly accelerated dramatically at that very moment, beginning to fiercely contend with her for control of her body.

But this was impossible!

The mottled flaw that had appeared in the magic circle could still be explained as a contingency plan left behind by that Holy Angel.

But with the partial assistance she had received from the Jailers, how could that personality possibly, at such a critical juncture, appear to awaken and launch a struggle for control of her body?!

This was definitely not a coincidence!

In an instant.

It was as if she suddenly remembered something, like certain things that should never have been forgotten suddenly flashed through her mind.

Her body trembled, and she abruptly raised her head, murmuring to herself:

"Could it be..."

In her mind, there instantly materialized the blood-stained quill that had been kept in low-profile containment within Nightfall City.

Its origins were far from simple.

In that Holy Angel's memories, Sir Aiwen had once discussed the quill's origins with her, offering speculations and suspecting that it held authority over certain aspects of fate. However, for some special reasons, she had been compelled to cease her observations of the quill.

Just like... it had been deliberately forgotten.

"Authority?!"

In that instant.

Her pupils abruptly dilated.

As if certain deliberate acts of [forgetting] and [overlooking] in her thoughts had suddenly been made clear to her, she immediately shook violently, realizing the gravity of the situation.

It wasn't that the Holy Angel had coincidentally awakened at this moment; rather, she was being targeted by some form of authority!

It was that quill!

It was trying to interfere with her process of corrupting the entire city, trying to interfere with the course of the future from a higher domain!

In that moment.

She realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Damn it!"

In an instant, she extended her pale arm, gritting her teeth. While pouring all her power into the magic circle, her consciousness simultaneously locked onto the Abnormal Creature Center within Nightfall City through the magic circle in the sky above.

Hum—

In a flash.

Under the influence of her formidable power, the black mist within the fog began to gather.

A colossal black hand that blotted out the sky abruptly pierced through the roiling black mist high above, wreathed in sinister black energy, and under the pale, horrified gaze of every living being in the city, it rumbled down toward the Abnormal Creature Center, crushing everything in its path.

She was trying to halt the quill's writing, launching a lethal strike.

[That evil personality has finally realized the problem she had long overlooked. She has discovered the quill and is attempting to launch an attack against the innocent quill. However, due to the interference from the main consciousness within her body, this strike of hers unsurprisingly goes astray, causing no harm whatsoever to the quill.]

In the quiet room, the quill scribbled rapidly across the parchment.

The blood-red script faintly glowed with light.

And at the very moment the script landed, that shrieking, ferocious giant hand also grabbed down at the same time.

But just as it was written on the paper, when the giant hand pressed down, due to some unknown reason, there was a slight deviation in its trajectory, causing the power that should have precisely annihilated her room to shift just a little off course.

Boom—

Amidst the tremendous roar, half of the Abnormal Creature Center's buildings were destroyed under that giant hand.

Yet, incredibly coincidentally, not a single bit of damage was done to that room.

[That evil personality flew into a rage. Although she was vaguely aware of the quill's existence, her anger and impatience caused her control over the magic circle to grow increasingly feeble.]

[And it was precisely at this moment that Sir Aiwen, with his profound mastery of magic circle theory, finally located the crucial breakthrough point to unravel the ritual magic circle, coordinating with the Godweaver Head. He immediately launched a decryption and assault on the entire magic circle, and the damage to the circle further undermined that evil personality's control over the body.]

The quill scribbled away.

And just as it was written on the paper.

Little details, along with seemingly unintentional coincidences and adjustments, ultimately contributed to Sir Aiwen's stage-by-stage progress in deciphering the magic circle.

"I've found the weak point! Godweaver! Interfere with the nodes I've marked immediately! Now!"

With that urgent roar.

In the great hall, the Godweaver's sinister voodoo fluctuations also immediately invaded the ritual magic circle, launching fierce strikes and attacks against the several points Sir Aiwen had marked.

Rumble—

In an instant.

The Fallen Angel abruptly turned her head, her gaze turning pale.

The entire ritual magic circle trembled violently, and in the sky outside, a corner of the intact magic circle suddenly snapped with a crack as a pitch-black fissure appeared. A flood of fragments cascaded down from the heights, and the madness afflicting the consciousness of every living being in the city was abruptly alleviated.

The magic circle had suffered damage!

Like a precision machine, perhaps just one broken component would trigger a chain reaction of failures, ultimately causing the entire machine to spiral completely out of control.

"How dare you all do this!"

Her expression twisted into extreme fury and venom.

Her massive wings snapped open in an instant, and a gale erupted throughout the great hall. Countless chains, like sinister vipers, clattered and surged toward Sir Aiwen and the others who were deciphering the magic circle.

That silver-haired Girl let out a cold snort, her gaze icy. Her figure instantly materialized before Sir Aiwen and the others, and with a single punch, she blasted apart the dense wave of chains surging toward them.