Chapter 1025 - 10: Princess Sita (2)

Chapter 1025: Chapter 10: Princess Sita (2)

"It’s enough now... don’t push yourself any further, Miss Banriya, please stop and rest for a while." Amilia looked at Miss Witch with a hint of distress, trying hard to transmit her Holy Power, attempting to alleviate the other’s pain as much as possible.

However, she didn’t realize that precisely because of her actions, Banriya Yuri could borrow the fate of "the Hero who destroys the Demon King" from her, to sense the future—in order to see more information.

Spirit medium, spirit vision also requires a medium.

Of course, Banriya Yuri herself didn’t notice this. She unconsciously thought it was due to her own desperate efforts that she could once again receive enlightenment from the Netherworld, triggering her inspiration to see the future... However, the backlash and impact were more severe, and she felt particularly uncomfortable now.

Her whole body, nowhere didn’t feel uncomfortable.

She couldn’t describe how both her physical and soul under great load were teetering, seemingly like precious porcelain under heavy pressure, ready to crack at any moment. Even her breathing seemed extremely difficult.

Everyone quickly came forward to check, after a flurry, they managed to stabilize Miss Witch’s condition.

"..."

"..."

The room descended into silence.

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they understood that Banriya Yuri had undoubtedly reached her limit and couldn’t provide more clues.

"Since we can’t ascertain it, let’s just ignore it for now, assume it’s true like that, and do some homework..."

The silent atmosphere didn’t last long, Erica took a deep breath, glanced at the exhausted Banriya Yuri, and spoke with worry and frustration.

Now is not the time to be tangled up in this. She’s not just a devotee who only sees faith, even if she feels awkward and uncomfortable, she understands that the current focus is not religious strife, excluding heresy. So, she forced herself to calmly and thoughtfully contemplate.

Perhaps for self-consolation, perhaps to provide a persuasive reason, she mocked herself by saying, "Isn’t mythology just like this? We can’t clearly distinguish their complex relationships right now, just verify the things we need to do..."

"...that’s the truth..."

As the supreme leader of the Red Copper Black Cross, Paul was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

At this moment, indeed, it is not the time to argue about the correctness of one’s own heritage, he wasn’t so stubborn.

Especially now, the changes outside are obvious, endangered—

Since last night, disaster has begun to unfold.

After last night, someone just disappeared from the world, and subsequently, heaven and earth roared, and the atmosphere quaked... Whether it was the first impact or an oversized yield like Ivan exploded, causing land plates to shift by millimeters, that remains unknown.

Anyway, it made the whole world explode directly.

Causing a sensation globally.

Besides the extraordinary folks who can directly sense the magic power in the atmosphere and the mysterious origin of fluctuations, instinctively sniffed the smell of impending doom, even ordinary people vaguely sensed something was amiss.

After all, even if they can’t see the essence, they can still perceive the most straightforward energy phenomena. Like the wild boar rampaging in Tokyo City Center not long ago, with a body fifty meters long, as if a character from a tokusatsu film, appeared on the scene, and ordinary people even if they couldn’t see the form of this Divine Beast, weren’t oblivious to noticing earthquakes and such natural disasters.

Though currently there’s no overly explicit natural disasters and destruction, only changes on a macro level, like abnormal ocean currents and atmospheric flows, it was enough to cause many people’s hearts to be uneasy.

Just the same, national-level information control forcibly sealed off the events happening in the Indian Ocean, countries tacitly combined forces to suppress it, only then not causing too much chaos... This was the right choice and the only choice, otherwise, the situation would become more desperate.

But this is bound to be unstoppable—

Because the Tide of Chaos is continuously spreading, if it cannot be contained, the whole Indian Ocean will undoubtedly become the Divine Body of the primitive world.

When the Divine Body, seventy-four million kilometers high, descends, that will be the end time of all life on this planet.

Not knowing what enemy he might foresee, the King of Swords of Southern Europe was directly elated.

That single-minded person, filled only with muscles, swordsmanship, and the Demon King as his opponent, had just returned to his territory last night, without having time to rest properly and relax, felt the vibration from the other side of the earth, felt that power and majesty.

Thus, he immediately set out again, eager to witness what kind of Defiant Gods could possess such prestige.

Merely descending, seems like it could destroy the world...

This is definitely a worthy opponent!

As for Erica and the others, they couldn’t stop as well, they initially wanted to head straight to the Indian Ocean, because there was no other choice, only where there are clues, they go there... But ultimately, they still traveled relentlessly through night, returning here to seek help at the Shrine from Banriya Yuri.

Not only because both Erica and Amilia had seen how strong this Miss Witch’s spiritual vision was, but also because shortly after the incident, the Magic Association received a message from the Far East, which was communicated by the Official History Compilation Committee.

It was some crucial clues that Banriya Yuri had foreseen in advance with her spiritual vision and suggested it could help them...

So, sensing hope, the group quickly rushed to the East.

"...If it’s the Savior, then perhaps our Red Copper Black Cross’s Supreme Spell might come in handy... At least, it might have some restraining effect, right..."

"You mean... the Word Spirit of Golgotha?"

"Exactly, it’s the hymn of Jesus Christ at Golgotha’s execution site, lamenting before his death, imbued with the cry of the Son of God and the Holy Spirit, baptized in holy terminal blood, even Gods can be wounded by this spell! To recreate the miracle of the execution of God’s son, it should be able to restrain the Savior..."

Erica and her uncle quickly discussed, trying hard to find the source of their own heritage, restrain the faith of Gods, attempting a teacher-ancestor-betraying strategic plan.

Their expressions were all unnatural, others even more so, but they could only force calmness.

"But what if it’s not the Savior from the Bible, but the one who brings the end from Indian mythology?" Paul raised this question.

"This, this... Let me think..." Erica frowned, seriously troubled.

If it’s the Bible that she is more familiar with, then there seems to be a little method, such as the Word Spirit of Golgotha she mentioned or the Holy Spear Longinus, theoretically, they can inflict real damage, a specialized attack on Jesus Christ.

But if it’s the White Horse Karchi from Hinduism, the last incarnation of Vishnu’s Ten Incarnations, descending at the world’s destruction end, slaughtering all unlawful people on earth, clearing obstacles for the arrival of the next cycle of completeness, known as the existence that brings the end...

How should one use the knowledge of mythology to formulate a targeted strategy?

She felt anxious.

"Or maybe I have a way."

Just at this moment, a clear voice echoed from outside.

Everyone was slightly startled.

The next moment—

The door of the room opened with a swipe, a slender figure appearing in the doorway.

"Hui... Hui Na?"

Lying on the tatami, Banriya Yuri weakly looked towards the direction of the door, recognizing the figure of the girl.

"Yes, it’s me..." The slender girl nodded gently, simultaneously removing the long cloth bag strapped on her back, "I’m here for this, Grandpa wants to see you..."

"Grandpa?"

"Yes, but first to take you to the Netherworld..." The girl said so.

......

...

The Netherworld.

A domain located between the Domain of Life and the Undying Domain.

It seems like deep green mountains house an ancient wooden house concealed amidst, with its doors always open.

In front of an old-fashioned campfire, there are three dim figures, one of which is a peerless beauty seated properly, wearing noble princess attire from the Heian period, a brightly colored twelve-layer kimono, possessing tea-brown hair and glazed-clear pupils.

"Mage, old gentleman, please bring them over... This is my heartfelt request."

The Princess of Glazed Pupil politely spoke.

"Are you really confident, Princess Sita?" a hoarse voice sounded.

"...No..."

The Princess of Glazed Pupil sighed softly, "But I have no choice but to take a risk, ever since Lord Rama disappeared, I have faintly foreseen the arrival of this day..."