Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1129

The appearance and disappearance of the angels was not the end, but merely the beginning. A mortal's seal could only restrain them for a short while. Whether a Righteous God's angel could be summoned in that brief window would be the greatest challenge determining Nolan's fate.

"What just happened?"

The maid standing beside Jenkins stared blankly out the window, blind to the celestial phenomenon and remembering nothing of what her eyes had just captured. The minds of ordinary people were not strong enough to process such an event, and so, they forgot.

"Nothing. The weather's just turning."

Jenkins shook his head, then instructed the maids, who were trembling unconsciously, to prepare a bath and a change of clothes. He placed a hand on Audrey's shoulder, and a gentle flame flowed over her body, evaporating the rainwater. Yet, Audrey still hadn't recovered from the psychic shock of the angels' appearance.

"Can you tell me now? What exactly happened to you two?"

The black pillars of smoke from the four angels' descent had completely merged with the dark clouds in the sky. As the ominous clouds spread further, what was effectively an angelic domain enveloped the entire city.

Marked by the angels' arrival, the condition of the dying Brolignans on the sofa worsened. Jenkins had to continuously channel his life spirit into her just to maintain her body's integrity, using her physical form to anchor her soul and temporarily preserve her life.

The consequence, however, was that the moment Jenkins let go, Brolignans would die instantly.

With the raging downpour as a backdrop, Jenkins listened patiently as Audrey recounted her story, only then realizing that he, too, was connected to this whole affair.

The matter traced back to the beginning of the month, when he had delved into the Mirror Realm and returned safely. The repercussions of that event were far-reaching; beyond discovering the huntress's true identity and Miss Kate's draconic awakening, there were other details Jenkins had yet to grasp.

"You mentioned something," Audrey began, her voice heavy. She wasn't on the verge of tears, but the drenching rain and her own weakness left her feeling dreadful. "While you were moving through the underground pipes to evade the monsters of the Mirror Realm, you found an area littered with human bones, both fresh and old."

Fini sat beside Jenkins. Audrey didn't ask who she was, but seeing the similar expression of distress on the girl's face, she knew this was another young woman Jenkins had helped.

"Sometime ago, the local churches deduced that the cultists of the Dead Man's Whip were attempting to summon an angel, and a key step in their ritual involved a blood sacrifice. My teacher and I performed a large-scale divination in the basement, which allowed us to connect the location of the sacrifice to the information you provided. We then pinpointed the cult's lair with great accuracy. They have ties to the Gear Artisans' Association, which is why they've been hiding underground. It's also why the city-wide searches have turned up nothing for so long."

What happened next was predictable. Having found the crucial lead, the two women didn't report their findings to the local churches. Instead, they went to investigate on their own. They did this partly because they were both extremely high-level Enchanters, and partly because Brolignans insisted on it.

"Before we acted, we each performed a divination on the outcome. My teacher's reading predicted that if we went alone, she would achieve an extraordinary success and see the path from an eighth-level demigod to a ninth-level one. My divination, however, showed that if we acted alone, one of us would meet a fatal end."

The results of their individual divinations were bizarre. Not only did they receive completely contradictory conclusions, but unlike the typically obscure and difficult nature of divination, the signs in both readings were remarkably clear and effortless to interpret.

As a result, both Audrey and Brolignans clung to their own interpretations. In the end, Audrey, being slightly less powerful, was persuaded by her teacher, which led to today's disaster.

"We successfully located the cultists' lair. With ample preparation, the operation went smoothly at first. We swept aside the low-level Enchanters on perimeter guard with ease. But just as we were about to find the gate to the core area, someone else broke in."

Jenkins asked, his right hand gripping Brolignans's wrist. A green radiance, like a spectral flame, flickered over both their arms. But even so, the color continued to drain from Brolignans's face. Jenkins knew she didn't have much time left.

"Not cultists from the Dead Man's Whip. It was someone from the Gear Artisans' Association, apparently here to observe the ceremony." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N0veI.Fiɾe.net

Observing the ceremony, of course, meant witnessing its completion: the four angels' slaughter of Nolan City.

"He brought a strange object with him, something as large as a standard steam furnace. It could automatically create bizarre clockwork contraptions and had the power to control machinery. We were temporarily held back. My teacher, worried that any delay would invite other complications, decided to divine the object's nature to find a weakness... and then... this happened."

It was an almost unbelievable turn of events. While the world was fraught with peril, where a single glance at certain things could be fatal for a mortal, Brolignans was an exceptionally powerful mortal. Even a forced divination of a Cursed Item should never have brought her to such a state so quickly.

Diviners naturally understand the risks of scrying unknown objects; they have specific methods to ensure their safety. That being the case, there was only one possibility—

She had divined an incredibly powerful Cursed Item, one with a terrifying origin.

Jenkins speculated silently, giving a slow nod.

Diviners always say you can never fully trust your own readings, nor should you ever treat the results as absolute fact. The very first lesson for any apprentice diviner is to study how the ancient seers were, one by one, led to their doom by their own divinations.

In that sense, Brolignans was truly dying the death of a diviner. It was their inescapable fate, a destiny that even a demigod could not avoid.

As they spoke, Brolignans's fingers twitched. Sensing she was about to wake, Jenkins immediately fell silent and turned his attention to the woman on the sofa.