Chapter 486
Reconnecting
If Enyo was promoted to an Apostle by Supreme Heaven because of war, then Akropolis was promoted purely for his talent.
The Lizardmen are an ancient race, even older than the Elves. In the era of dragons, they were synonymous with short-lived beings.
It was an era when the sun had not yet been born, and the world was plunged into darkness, lit only by a solitary moon. The whole world was filled with swamps, seas, and wastelands. In this hot and humid, dim world, only three major categories of races existed: “Those with scales,” “Winged Ones,” and “Those with breasts.” All sorts of strangely shaped creatures gathered together, able to communicate without language or writing.
Snake People, Lizardmen, and Harpies were all ancient races that existed at that time.
Dragons were the darlings of that era because they all inherited the bloodline of the “God of Stealing Scales and Feather Theft,” the Lord of Scales and Feathers. Therefore, dragons could transform into any race at will, and possessed extremely long, almost infinite lifespans.
Akropolis was the first to discover that if the blood of the Snake People was taken as “leaping blood,” it could heal wounds; if taken as “quiet blood,” it was a poison that would kill upon contact with blood.
He realized that all things in the world have duality, and poison and medicine can be mutually transformed. Thus, he was blessed with the power of balance and embarked on the path of creating potions. From this perspective, he could be considered the most ancient Alchemist. This is also why both Alchemists and physicians can refine potions.
However, when he created potions, he did not pursue “why this is so,” but rather “how to achieve it.” Therefore, he gradually deviated from the Path of Balance to the Path Adaptation, and gained the attention of the Lord of Scales and Feathers.
As Akropolis neared the end of his life, the Lord of Scales and Feathers gave him three drops of his own blood, wanting to see what kind of medicine he could refine.
Akropolis used all his knowledge and power to refine three unique potions, intending to leave them as an inheritance for his daughter. When all these potions were refined, he died from being unable to withstand the power of these miracles. His daughter cried for him for a long time, but in the end, she decided not to keep the three divine potions her father had left her. Instead, she fed them all to her father’s corpse.
Upon taking the first potion, the dead man was brought back to life. Upon taking the second potion, Akropolis returned to his youth.
Upon taking the third potion, the Lizardman, whose lifespan was no more than thirty years, reversed his fate as a short-lived being and transformed into a powerful, immortal dragon!
He lived on the mortal plane for a long time as a dragon before traveling to the Dream Realm. But few knew that Akropolis, who had long been “dead,” had already turned into a dragon. This was because he used the dragon’s power of transformation to turn himself back into that withered old Lizardman again.
Akropolis did not possess any combat skills.
His body was simply powerful, reaching the extreme of the concept of “health”!
Akropolis, transformed into a dark green dragon, flapped his wings and conjured a翠 green poisonous wind.
The two storms collided with a roar, and the cracks on the artificially created small world became more apparent.
Akropolis flapped his wings and clenched his fists.
Amidst the storm, his body suddenly disappeared, instantly appearing before Enyo.
His claws, without any finesse, slashed straight down.
Enyo raised her invisible giant hammer and fiercely collided with the enormous dragon!
After a brief pause, the ground began to shake more violently.
The expelled force blew in all directions. The scarlet storm, like a split tree, revealed a straight, azure line in the middle – the original color of the sky.
As if the heavens and earth were being created, the azure line suddenly expanded, turning into a blue block.
The scarlet storm instantly scattered to both sides!
The constantly shaking ground turned to dust, and space finally could not bear it, making creaking sounds like stepping on snow, and cracking into numerous fissures.
The warm “amniotic fluid” from the surroundings surged inward from the cracked space.
Enyo, after being hit hard, only swayed her body.
She coughed violently, and her right hand momentarily became weak. The plague toxin that even an Apostle’s body could not withstand was accumulating within her.
But even so, she grinned and was about to counterattack fiercely.
She swung her invisible heavy hammer, and with one blow, the space was covered with countless hedgehog-like black cracks!
A sharp typhoon, like a blade, condensed again from the rupture in that world!
Akropolis exhaled a dragon’s breath, and the newly formed typhoon was continuously shattered. Enyo’s body was corroded by Akropolis’s dragon’s breath, which was filled with potent poison, becoming increasingly weak.
While the two Apostles were fighting fiercely in the small, temporary world, Eivass simply felt himself sinking into a drowsy sleep.
The previous moment, Isabel was still teaching him the details of the Shadow of Avalon ritual. Then his consciousness suddenly became blurry, as if he had accidentally fallen asleep.
When he woke up again, the entire world around him was burning fiercely.
What happened?
Eivass’s heart suddenly pounded.
He was still in Moriarty Manor, and even in his own bed. But Moriarty Manor had already turned into a sea of fire. Outside, there was shouting and screaming. Eivass looked out the window and saw a giant statue faintly visible in the distance.
The giant statue shot out a whistling beam of light, leaving a scorched trail on the ground.
Under the night sky, gargoyles flew everywhere, obscuring the sky like bats.
Eivass’s eyes widened, and he froze.
“Holy crap, how did the Star Antimony people reach Glass Island so suddenly?”
“How long did I sleep?”
“Or did someone erase my memory for a few days?”
“Dad, did you come back!”
Leah’s joyous voice rang out.
“Leah,” Eivass immediately asked the flying Flame Butterfly, “What happened? Is my memory missing?”
“No, Dad.”
The Flame Butterfly replied without hesitation, “Your memory is fine. It’s just that the Ascension Ritual suddenly became unstable.”
“…Ritual?”
Eivass was somewhat surprised.
How could the Ascension Ritual go wrong?
“Yes, the Dream Realm has become unstable. It’s still in operation, but you Ascenders seem to have lost control.”
The Butterfly of Paradoxical Flames, Leah, gave a clear answer. “Two or three days have already passed. This is the early morning of the fourth day…”
Hearing this, Eivass understood.
The Ascension Ritual was impacted by something, causing them, the Ascenders, to completely lose control of the “roles” they were playing.
It was like being “disconnected.”
Fortunately, after they were disconnected, their roles could still act autonomously, not turning into puppets and being exposed.
It was fortunate that he had taken the Drunken Dream T, and wasn’t thrown out when the Dream Realm fluctuated. He still had a chance to “reconnect.”
It was also fortunate that the Butterfly of Paradoxical Flames was a Phantom Demon, able to transcend them, the controllers, and exist independently within the Ascension Ritual.
As a result, the moment he reconnected, the dungeon time had already jumped to the early morning of the fourth day.
Eivass had no idea what had happened in the meantime.
Damn it, this is completely different from the original plan.
Eivass beat his thigh to relieve his anxiety.
He had just told Isabel that he would arrive at the Church by dusk on the second day.
Isabel must have already left. But she clearly hadn’t arrived at the Church on the second day, otherwise the Ascension Ritual would have been over. So she was currently somewhere before arriving at the Church.
And Avalon was finally attacked by the Star Antimony people on the fourth day.
Damn it, I can’t contact Isabel at all now. I don’t know how she’s doing, or if she’s following my original plan.
This time, it can only rely on tacit understanding.
I hope she doesn’t enter the Church by dusk on the fourth day.
Eivass suppressed the urge to shout “Is anyone there?” and calmly opened the door and walked out.
Soon, as if hearing him open the door, the door to the adjacent guest room was also opened.
From it emerged Sherlock, wearing pajamas and looking astonished.
Without giving him time to think and organize himself, Eivass said with a stern face, as if he were just an NPC, “Something seems to have happened, Mr. Hermes.”
“…What?”
“Look,” Eivass pointed out the window, “The Star Antimony people have invaded.”
“…Ah?”
Sherlock uttered a sound of disbelief. “How could… I am…”
He clearly hadn’t figured out what was happening, and instantly fell into self-doubt.
Meanwhile, on the other side, when Stranger woke up, he found himself in a village.
The moment he opened his eyes, an Alchemical Bomb landed before him.
An old man’s body was blown to pieces, and half of his calf flew up and hit Stranger in the face.
Stranger’s eyes widened, and his brain instantly stopped functioning.
(End of this chapter)
