Capítulo 565: Chapter 565: The Distant Celebration Feast
Chapter 565: The Distant Celebration Feast
The Abyss of Storms, a sacred land solely for the followers of the Storm Lord, was stained with an unprecedented shade of blood today. The flowing blood, a shocking and vivid red, stripped away the sanctity and tranquility of the place.
Without the Storm Lord's intervention, the High-Dimensional Overseer made his way to the Storm Church step by step. He glanced at the sky, intending to destroy the Storm Lord's earthly sanctuary under His gaze, leaving His followers without spiritual refuge.
Cracks appeared in the initial barrier, and the storm continued to rage. From the Storm Lord's divine realm came His uncontrollable roar of anger.
The Goddess of the Night, the Earth Mother, the God of Steam and Machinery, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom all turned their gazes towards the scene.
Since the Storm Lord had not asked for help, they would not easily intervene to free Him. This was a necessary precaution.
Being trapped in His divine realm for a while was better than risking a backstab from other deities.
The God of Steam, an ally of the Storm Lord, communicated with Him briefly in His divine realm before returning to His own, keeping a close watch on the realms of the Storm Lord and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
As for the specific situation in the Abyss of Storms, other deities could not directly observe it. It was the Storm Lord's domain, and only He could control the happenings there.
In the Abyss of Storms, the gaze of Gaard II fell on a young man approaching him. The man appeared to be in his early twenties, with a gentle smile and an innocent demeanor, but corpses were strewn behind him.
The High-Dimensional Overseer , an outer god from the stars, harbored deep hostility towards the Storm Lord. He had often provoked at the edge of the Abyss of Storms but always slipped away after each divine descent. Now, He had returned, and the deities did not respond to His call.
"Pope? A devotee of the Storm Lord?" The High-Dimensional Overseer did not seem in a hurry to act. "If you change your faith from the Storm now, you can still be a Pope, but as my devotee. Of course, you can refuse, but you will leave another corpse here today."
"Only faith in the Storm is the true path in this world."
Gaard II maintained a calm expression, even smiling slightly, and said in a tone as if inviting someone to join the faith, "If you are willing, you can also believe in the Storm like me, and be free from all worries."
The High-Dimensional Overseer merely snorted coldly, losing interest in further conversation. The chaotic space expanded from His body towards the Storm Church, enveloping Gaard II as well.
Gaard II's expression grew serious as he took out Sealed Artifact 0-32, the Never-Ending Theater, and threw it forward as if casting a curtain.
A black curtain blocked the High-Dimensional Overseer . As the chaotic space approached, the black curtain began to glow as if about to play a drama.
Gaard II glanced at another Sealed Artifact in his hand, the Distant Celebration Feast, sighed, and merged it into the black curtain.
An ancient, little-known celebration feast began to unfold.
First, an ancient bronze long table appeared, with three indistinct figures seated around it. Each held a knife and fork, their eyes excitedly fixed on an object in the center of the table—a golden, sun-like entity.
The golden sun, radiating infinite warmth, lay quietly on the table, no longer hanging high in the sky but becoming a tempting feast.
The three shadowy figures, their hunger and urgency evident even through the curtain, could not wait to taste the golden sun, eager to devour it!
As the ancient history played out on the curtain, the High-Dimensional Overseer watched curiously, wondering which part of history this was.
Who were the three figures at the table?
A thought crossed His mind, and He found Himself able to see through the golden sun's perspective, observing the three shadowy figures.
Looking down, He realized His body had crossed into the black curtain, becoming part of the distant celebration feast.
He had become the sun lying on the table!
The High-Dimensional Overseer frowned, trying to break free, but felt His powers completely drained, surrounded by cold, desolation, madness, chaos, and anger.
How could a small curtain suppress His authority and power so completely?
Interesting.
Let's see who you all are.
The High-Dimensional Overseer sneered and began to observe the three shadowy figures closely.
He saw the shadow of the Storm Lord in one of them and confirmed it was the Storm Lord before fully ascending to Sequence 0.
If one figure was the Storm Lord, the identities of the other two were naturally revealed.
They were the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and the Eternal Sun.
In the Hall of Stars, the Lamp God had mentioned that the fall of the Ancient Sun God was due to the betrayal of the Storm Lord, the Eternal Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
They had betrayed the Ancient Sun God at a critical moment, devouring His body, leading to His demise.
This matched the story unfolding on the curtain.
It was a dark, fallen feast filled with betrayal and lies.
Understanding this, the High-Dimensional Overseer saw the three betrayers, knives and forks in hand, beginning to tear into His body, eating with ravenous hunger.
No!
Knowing that allowing this to continue would lead to His demise, the High-Dimensional Overseer urgently sought to escape this history.
But no matter what He tried, He could not avoid the fate of being devoured, just like the Ancient Sun God.
The three diners, now frenzied, abandoned their utensils and began tearing with their teeth like wild beasts.
The pain of His soul being torn apart reflected on the High-Dimensional Overseer , but He ignored it, actively seeking a way out.
This curtain world seemed like a real historical event, and His current power could not break through it.
Unable to force His way out, the High-Dimensional Overseer began to observe everything carefully.
He noticed a blank painting on the wall, directly facing the long table, capturing the betrayers' hideous actions.
"Am I inside a painting?"
The High-Dimensional Overseer tried to ignite the painting but to no effect.
"There's more than just a painting; other unusual forces are at play."
Before He could find a way out, the golden sun on the table had been completely devoured, leaving only bones and a black shadow of emotions like anger, resentment, madness, and chaos.
The black shadow symbolized the future True Creator, but what did the bones represent?
As the High-Dimensional Overseer pondered, the Storm Lord, the Eternal Sun, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the black shadow, and the bone remnants all looked at Him simultaneously.
A new feast began on the long table.
Outside the Storm Church, Gaard II stood pale but resolute, gazing at the black curtain before him.
He could only hope the invader would fall within.
When the feast in the black curtain ended, a dim light flew out from it.
The light landed, forming the High-Dimensional Overseer 's figure. Gaard II was shocked. Could even the Distant Celebration Feast not prevent this tragedy?
The High-Dimensional Overseer glanced at Gaard II, but before taking a step, His body shattered like a delicate porcelain, breaking into pieces.
"Storm, protect us."
Gaard II closed his eyes, gazing at the stars, and prayed devoutly.
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