Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1136

In the dim room, Louise’s skin radiated a sacred light, mirroring the holy aura that enveloped the god before her.

She slowly descended, taking Jenkins's outstretched hands. Her wings folded slightly as her immaculate left leg crossed behind her fair right, and she bowed her head, pressing her soft lips to the back of the god's hand.

“Go, fight for me. I will be watching over you.”

The god spoke, handing the White Bone Holy Sword to his angel. She offered a gentle smile before transforming into a streak of white light, shooting out the door and into the gloomy night sky. Behind her, ethereal feathers spiraled through the air, drifting among motes of white light before vanishing completely.

The deity watched his angel depart, then turned his gaze to the small body on the bed. Even with all his divine power, he couldn't be sure if his choice was right or wrong. By becoming an angel, Louise could never be resurrected as a human, yet it also granted her a near-eternal existence.

He looked down at his cat, and the cat bravely met his divine gaze.

Jenkins sighed inwardly, feeling the dwindling divine power within his soul. Just then, he noticed a horrifying sound from the south—the sound of space itself shattering.

Fortunately, the angel summoned by the quarter-piece of the God's Child Umbilical Cord was the Angel of Fire, and the fire element would be severely suppressed in such a torrential downpour.

In that respect, it seemed the god of fate was still smiling upon this land.

Miss Bevanna, who was battling the second angel to break its seal—the Angel of Air—in the western part of the city, cried out in alarm. Even from the opposite direction, they could hear the southern angel shattering its seal.

But Nolan now had no power left to stop the evil god's angels. The appearance of the angel of the Righteous God, Mother Earth, to intercept the first one—the Angel of Earth—had been a stroke of incredible fortune. The mortals dared not hope for such luck a second time.

Nolan's champions now faced an ineffable divine entity that could command the very air with a wave of its hand. And controlling the air was but a trivial fraction of its terrifying power.

The angel punched the air, unleashing a meteor shower that Mr. Davies's coffin barely managed to intercept. It cried out the holy words of its god, the twisted characters and terrible power of the text warping the very laws of physics in Nolan; Miss Bevanna’s book burst into flames as she desperately pitted text against text. The angel then gazed upon them all, its higher-dimensional mental power seizing control of their minds. A brawny man with a trident gouged out his own eyes, sacrificing his sight to gain the energy to resist the psychic assault...

The sharp snap of fingers echoed through the air, briefly overpowering the sound of the downpour. Prismatic lines flashed through the sky, leaving faint, silvery-white wounds on the angel's body.

Of all those present, only Miss Brolignans and the Saint from the Church of Creation and Machinery were capable of harming the angel.

During a lull in the fighting, Miss Bevanna glanced at the outlander. She realized the diviner had changed. A transformation beyond mortal comprehension had taken place. To put it simply, she had crossed the threshold between level eight and level nine.

“Do not worry about the Angel of Water in the south. Our only responsibility now is the one before us.”

The diviner announced to the others during a pause in the fighting.

Before Miss Bevanna could finish, she suddenly heard the chime of bells, the call of pipes, and the strum of harps. The curious instruments wove together into the purest of holy music, followed by the soft chanting of countless young children.

A blinding white light erupted from a corner of Nolan. Amidst the soaring hymns and the young girls' chanting, a small figure appeared in the sky, a shimmering mote of golden light.

Wings unfurled, scattering white feathers and flower petals across Nolan. Though tiny, the figure's presence seemed vast enough to eclipse the entire city.

Every mortal who laid eyes upon the girl and her pure white wings could not help but cry out in awe. They even felt their weary bodies and minds, battered by the tainted rain, being healed.

Carrying a white holy sword, the tiny angel flew south, enveloped in hymns and a shower of petals that seemed to materialize from nowhere. In her wake, flowers bloomed, adorning rooftops and streets alike.

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Miss Bevanna heard the demigod from the Church of Starry Sky and Equilibrium whisper beside her, her eyes fixed on a detail Bevanna had missed.

“That is an angel who has descended in its true form! Its core being may be weak, but it has manifested with its entire body!”

Miss Brolignans answered Bevanna's unspoken question, then sighed at the deck of cards in her hand. The angel they faced had frozen in mid-air. Even in its true form, the newcomer could only handle one Angel of Slaughter. The Angel of Air before them was still a battle for mortals to fight.

Jenkins understood this perfectly, which was why he, too, was troubled.

With my remaining divinity, I can't possibly deal with all four angels at once, he thought. The most powerful one, the Angel of Fire, is about to descend. I have to find a way to handle this.

He casually pointed a finger at the purple mote of light before him, and his dwindling divine power poured into [The Unknown Path] and [Destiny's Stage]. The power of fate surged instantly.

Threads representing fate and causality materialized around him. Their intricate connections and tangled knots, however, were but a trivial ripple in his divine sight.

He nodded. Aided by the omniscience and fated guidance granted by his divine state, he finally found the answer he sought. Placing the small cat on his shoulder, his body dissolved into shimmering golden motes of light and vanished from Louise's living room.

The motes of light converged on the other side of the city, coalescing in the basement of Jenkins's home. The god and the cat, having teleported using divine power, materialized in the room.

With a wave of his hand, the glass jar containing the three-quarters of the umbilical cord appeared. He gripped it tightly and began to shake it, using the power of his divine domain to transform the bizarre cord within.

His hands moved with divine speed, leaving afterimages in the air. As his power flowed into the jar, it began to glow with a brilliant golden light, shining like a miniature sun.