Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1084

Mr. Halama Rynsarm was the old man to whom the ancient elf had intended to entrust his will. He and Jenkins had met just this past Monday. In fact, that wasn't their only encounter. Not only was Mr. Rynsarm a regular at the Corpse Gentleman's gatherings, but he had also sold something at Pops Antique Shop last week.

"You say Mr. Rynsarm is a stranger, just like you? I don't think so. I believe Mr. Rynsarm is human. Are you suggesting he's simply from another city?" Orıginal content can be found at novel✦fire.net

The old elf raised his teacup, about to take a sip, but paused at the question. He looked at Jenkins with suspicion.

"He's human? Are you certain? I've known him for a very long time—since about a hundred years ago, and he looked exactly the same back then. I am quite sure that he, like me, is no ordinary human. He's a stranger, just as I am."

"He is absolutely human."

Jenkins replied with absolute certainty. The blue spiritual glow of an aberration was impossible to hide.

The old elf didn't question Jenkins's conclusion. He set down his teacup, squinting in thought for a moment before speaking again.

The number of human subspecies is vast. Some even consider peculiar races, such as vampires, to be a human subspecies. But among these, some differ so greatly from normal humans that they are considered new races—aberrations. Others, however, possess only a few special abilities or physical traits that distinguish them from ordinary people, without truly setting them apart.

"But let's not dwell on that. He brought me some important news this afternoon. Oh, by the Prosperous Forest, it's quite astonishing."

He wore a mysterious expression as he spoke. Seeing Jenkins looking at him intently, he lowered his voice.

"Those cultists, the followers of the evil god, they plan to summon an angel!"

He saw the surprised expression he had hoped for on Jenkins's face. But Jenkins wasn't astonished by the mention of an angel—he already knew about that. He was astounded by how incredibly well-informed Mr. Rynsarm was.

"He couldn't be deliberately misleading me, could he? Is this whole thing a trap?"

The coincidence was too great, forcing Jenkins to treat everything with caution. But then he immediately recalled the All-Seeing Card from that morning. There was no faking something like that. Even if the cultists weren't the ones planning to summon an angel, he was undoubtedly going to be involved with angels very soon.

"This is crucial information," Jenkins pressed. "Do you have any more specifics?"

"I do have some. Those cultists who worship the evil god, the 'Lord of Slaughter,' are attempting to summon a Slaughter Angel to conduct a massive blood sacrifice in Nolan. They claim the End of the Epoch is at hand, and the only way to escape the great cataclysm is to attain eternal life through horrific slaughter."

"The great cataclysm at the End of the Epoch again?" Jenkins muttered under his breath. "So many of these heretical cults have been claiming they're trying to avert disaster. The Club of Light Chasers, for instance, claim they must transform into light to be with their god, while the Gear Artisans' Association wants humanity to shed the shackles of their fragile mortal forms..."

Jenkins murmured quietly, hoping the old elf might offer some opinion on this "great cataclysm at the End of the Epoch," but the elf clearly had no intention of pursuing that topic.

"Summoning an angel is a complex and arduous ritual, so they have been forced to find an alternative method. Their ritual is divided into three parts. First, they require a high-level power to serve as a bridge to a higher dimension. Second is the blood sacrifice, which is indispensable—only slaughter can please that evil god. And finally, the 'Exotic Tide.' The origin of this ritual is the aberration known as the 'Slaughter Angel,' which is itself a degraded version of a true angel serving under the evil god. The power of the Exotic Tide allows for a precise summons of that evil god's angel!"

The old elf explained this all in a rush, raising one finger for each point. After raising three, he summarized.

"The high-level power is said to be related to the Evil God's Child incident a while back. The blood sacrifice may already be complete, or mostly so—it's too late to prevent it. As for the Exotic Tide, they are preparing multiple instances of the ritual simultaneously. Even if the Orthodox Church gets this information now, stopping its completion will be difficult. Nolan... disaster is coming to Nolan once more!"

The old elf lamented, shifting his body as if he were unaccustomed to the soft sofa.

But Jenkins shook his head.

"Is it really such a disaster? If an evil god's angel descends, can't the Orthodox Church summon one of their own? Mr. Siannod, the Church can pray for a god to descend to the mortal realm. Is summoning an angel truly that difficult a feat?"

Hearing this, the old elf gave a small smile.

"It seems your understanding of these complex, near-miraculous divine rituals is far from complete. Allow me to explain. The Orthodox Church can, of course, summon angels. But you must understand that when a god descends to the mortal plane, it is by their own great power; mortals merely extend the 'invitation.' Summoning an angel, however, requires mortals to provide the power to support it. And the methods for summoning angels known to the Orthodox Church in this era are not so simple that they can be completed in an hour or two. Without knowing the precise time of the evil god's angel's arrival, it is impossible for mortals to summon their own angel at the perfect moment. And to summon one immediately and sustain its presence until the evil angel appears? That is even more impossible. The cost would be unimaginable."

"In other words, once the evil god's Slaughter Angel truly appears, mortals will have to resist it on their own for some time before the Orthodox Church can bring down an angel of their own—unless they can learn the exact time in advance."

Jenkins concluded after a moment of thought.

"Precisely. So even if the evil god's angel does appear, it won't pose a threat to the entire continent. The angels of the righteous gods will arrive sooner or later. But while this incident may not escalate to the level of the recent undead catastrophe, it still presents a significant risk."

The old elf nodded, acknowledging the assessment.

Compared to the complex ritual of summoning an angel, calling upon a god was, of course, much faster and simpler. But both Jenkins and the old elf knew it was utterly impossible. A god would absolutely not respond to a summons for the mere purpose of fighting an angel. It was like how Jenkins, despite being annoyed by the pet chicken his neighbor Mr. Goodman was looking after, couldn't quite bring himself to do anything about it.