Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1128

With the diviners gone, Jenkins was about to suggest that Fini stay put while he went on alone to find a way to stop the cultists' ritual. But before the words could leave his lips, he caught sight of a carriage cutting through the storm outside.

The carriage tore through the downpour as if possessed, pulling up just outside the courtyard. The horse pulling it, seemingly driven by some unseen force in a desperate flight, collapsed the moment it stopped, its body going rigid as it fell into the rain, nearly toppling the carriage with it.

"Gods, what is happening?"

Everyone in the living room watched, stunned. Then, they saw Miss Audrey practically burst out of the carriage, supporting a deathly pale Miss Brolignans as she hurried into the courtyard. Neither woman had an umbrella. The rain soaked their long hair, leaving them looking utterly wretched.

The maid immediately hiked up her skirts and hurried to open the door, with Jenkins right behind her. Miss Audrey, hair still dripping, saw Jenkins the moment she came inside. She looked so weak she nearly collapsed into his arms, but thankfully the maid was there to support Miss Brolignans.

Jenkins cast aside any awkwardness, grabbing his teacher's wrist and activating his [Life Source]. Green light flared, burning like a flame. He could feel that Miss Audrey's vitality was severely drained, though he had no idea what could have caused it. Under his treatment, however, a hint of color slowly returned to her face.

"Quickly, my teacher..."

Jenkins took each of their hands in turn and found that both were suffering from a severe drain on their life force. Miss Audrey's condition was clearly better, but Miss Brolignans was in a terrible state. More to the point, Jenkins realized he couldn't heal her.

"It's no use," Jenkins declared, his voice tight. "I can't treat the soul. What on earth did you encounter? Miss Brolignans's soul... it seems to have been grievously wounded."

Jenkins asked, his voice laced with anxiety. To his senses, the older woman's life was like a candle flickering in the wind. Even if he kept feeding it the fuel of his life spirit, he couldn't stop the bonfire of her vitality from burning out.

Yes, the demigod diviner was dying.

The maid was already dabbing at Miss Audrey's hair, but droplets of water continued to trace paths down the ends of her hair and over her pale cheeks. Her lips, almost devoid of color, trembled. The sorrow in her eyes was something Jenkins had never witnessed before; for the first time, he realized just how fragile she could be.

"Jenkins, we encountered..."

A flash of white blinded him for a second, and he realized it was lightning. It was followed by a deafening crash of thunder that seemed powerful enough to shatter the entire city, exploding across the sky and cutting off Miss Audrey's words.

"Praise the Lord of Slaughter! Praise the killing, praise..."

In an instant, a low prayer and an ethereal song completely drowned out the sound of the storm. Everyone watching the world outside the window stood, unable to stop themselves, and gathered by the glass, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Every heartbeat in the room seemed to fall into the same rhythm. Gripped by a thrill that made their bodies tremble, they stared, mesmerized, toward the horizon, witnessing the greatest miracle a mortal could ever hope to see.

In the rain, four black pillars of smoke rose like celestial columns, anchoring the four corners of Nolan. In the wind, wretched wails and the hymns of holy spirits blended into a prelude to slaughter.

The very space Nolan City occupied underwent a bizarre transformation. For a fleeting moment, fundamental laws of reality warped before snapping back into place. The world was plunged into utter darkness. The mortals below were oblivious to what was happening, while the Enchanters who understood could not bring themselves to accept it.

"We've witnessed six gods descend at once before. This is just four angels. It will pass."

In front of the Gate of All Things, Captain Bincy looked up, his eyes seeming to bore through the solid rock above. Since he was injured, he was exempt from the operation to confront the angels, and could only wait here for his next orders.

"Angels... To think I'd live to see this day."

Papa Oliver murmured, standing in the church courtyard with dozens of other Keepers of Secrets from the Church of the Sage. The rain seemed to age him further. They had to summon the Sage's own angel, and they had to do it fast.

"Has the age of myth returned? Am I actually seeing angels?"

The great dragon of the Evergreen Forest circled beneath the dark clouds, its expression of stunned disbelief almost comical.

"I knew destiny was approaching. Jenkins, it's up to you now."

The old elf, Siannod, stood at his apartment window, an ancient wooden bow in one hand. His other hand, resting on the sill, trembled uncontrollably. Behind him, the elderly Halama Rynsarm looked as though he had aged a decade in a single moment, his head bowed as he stared blankly at the floor.

A great bell tolled and a sacred hymn swelled. Clouds gathered as the light fled, and an eerie power swept across the land. The rain drove the wind, and the wind churned the clouds. The four pillars of smoke seemed to hold up the collapsing heavens, and upon that sky, four magnificent, faceless, and formless figures truly appeared.

"Mercy—like water, merciful, to drown all!"

A sorrowful cry echoed from the great pillar of smoke to the south, as tattered, white-feathered wings unfurled within it.

"Calm—like the air, calm, to freeze all things!"

An icy proclamation came from the pillar to the west, as tattered, black metal wings spread wide.

"Passion—like fire, passionate, to incinerate all!"

A furious roar erupted from the pillar to the north, as complete, grey wings of bone stretched out.

"Weight—like the earth, heavy, to crush the world!"

A distorted prayer emanated from the pillar to the east, as tattered wings of pure spirit unfurled.

The four voices spoke as one, their words echoing in the minds of every Enchanter in Nolan:

"By order of our Lord, slaughter shall end all, and slaughter shall begin all. We bestow upon Nolan the calamity of the final slaughter!"

A shockwave of golden spiritual light radiated from the four pillars, overlapping to divide Nolan into four quadrants. And as the angels of slaughter beat their wings, dispersing the smoke, they revealed forms no mortal could describe and faces that defied all words.

From the ground, five points of light shot skyward. Amid the chanting of five demigods, a divine ritual array of blinding brilliance erupted, anchored by Nolan's five Orthodox Churches. Using every street, every building, and every living soul as a node, four indestructible prisons materialized in an instant. The angels, after their brief, terrifying appearance, were sealed away.