Chapter 479: Disaster Giant As Count Puyver rushed into the rapidly changing weather and struggled forward against the strong wind, heavy rain and lightning, the "fairy" wearing a blue beret, as the manager of the "hostel", was very close to the darkness of the Breeze Ballroom, and also found an opportunity to pass through the mysterious and illusory iron door. She knew it would be very dangerous inside, but the will of the gods was her thoughts. Even if she died there, there was nothing to be afraid of. Instead, it would allow her to gain the praise of the gods and return to the eternal fantasy kingdom. Unfortunately, the location where she appeared was directly in mid-air, directly in the depths of the storm, smoke and fire. The huge figure was reflected more clearly in her eyes: It was like a charred giant, with no flesh or blood left. The charred metal skeleton was filled with blazing purple flames. It formed a seemingly complete body, but it was full of cracks. Lightning, hail, fog and other illusory symbols kept gushing out from it. This magnificent purple flame and iron-black metal skeleton seemed to contain some indescribable knowledge and represented many real phenomena that were indescribable and difficult to describe. Tick, tick, a large amount of bloody, magma-like yellowish pus slid down from the cracks on the giant's body. They bloomed into black purple fire and various weather phenomena in the air and on the ground. Just by seeing this scene, the "goblin" wearing a blue beret was burning from the inside out. There was obvious, instinctive fear in her eyes, and she eagerly reached out and pressed towards the void in front of her, entering a state where she could not be touched. But her physical condition did not improve at all.
With a bang, every flesh and blood and every cell of this "fairy" was ignited, including the pair of transparent, dragonfly-like giant wings behind her. She twisted in pain a few times and turned into a "fairy" made of red flames. Her eyes were completely empty and no longer had any spirituality. As the dragonfly-like wings formed by flames flapped, the mutated "fairy" danced around the giant's figure, as if surrounded by a cluster. Rumble! Bolts of lightning struck around Count Puyfer, and purple flames bloomed nearby. He was caught in the heavy rain and endured the hail that smashed his head and body and made him bleed, and finally broke through the thick smoke. Perhaps because of the Sauron family blood in his body, he was lucky enough not to suffer any other effects. As soon as he saw the smoke in front of him become thinner and the heavy rain no longer blocked his vision so obviously, Puif excitedly raised his head and looked at the giant figure that was dozens of meters tall. He saw outside the iron-black skull, in the purple flames, an extremely distorted face of pain appearing and disappearing from time to time. This face was surprisingly similar to Puifur himself, the main difference being that the eyes were not brown-red, but black like weathered blood, dead silent and extremely empty. When he saw the giant figure, Count Puifur also started to burn. It brought intense, unimaginable pain, but his head remained up, his gaze still fixed on the face of the giant figure. In the purple flames surrounding the iron-black head, faces that seemed to be filled with resentment, hatred, or madly cursing all living beings kept appearing one after another. They were both men and women, and had a certain degree of similarity with the giant and Count Puif, growing on the surface of withered hearts floating in the purple flames. Puif saw the many ancestors in the family oil paintings, and with his face distorted by the fire, he struggled to raise the corners of his mouth. In Teng's movement, he also turned into an elf made of fire, but he did not fly around the out-of-control giant. Instead, he was attracted by his family blood and plunged into the dangerous purple fire on Tiehei's head, and into the face of Fomonda that disappeared and appeared from time to time. In an instant, the two merged together. On Fomonda's empty and painful face, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and there was a little more spirituality in his eyes. He opened his mouth and let out a scream filled with desire for destruction and madness. Along with this scream, the ground that was burned out by the purple fire shook dramatically, and clay dolls crawled out one after another from the depths. They were also very tall, at least three or four meters tall, with a burnt iron base and dotted with large amounts of dark red blood.
These clay dolls squirmed and changed as if they had their own lives, transforming into soldiers guarding this area. Almost at the same time, a violently burning meteor fell from the sky. The meteor streaked across the sky and fell towards the edge of the fog. boom! Amidst the loud noise and shaking like a meteorite falling to the ground, a figure appeared inside the meteor and stood up straight. That was Snarna Einhorn, wearing iron-black blood-stained armor. The angel, who was over meters tall, had long crimson hair and wore extravagant earrings. Without the slightest hesitation, he expanded his body, revealing the form of a mythical creature that was very similar to Fomonda Soran's current state. It is a giant that represents disaster and is composed of various symbolic elements such as fire. ………… Below the invisible flames burning quietly in the sky, on the other side of the wilderness, Puaris de Roquefort, wearing an elegant black dress and a matching veiled hat, was gazing at the magnificent city not far away. She did not allow her husband, housekeeper, children, etc. to move into the "inn", but arranged for them to temporarily move out of Trier and live in a suburban town outside the city walls. After a brief look, Mrs. Pualis turned her head and looked at the man who was only twenty or thirty meters away from her. Although the man looked to be in his fifties, his thick blond hair was only slightly gray, and there was no cloudiness in his lake blue eyes. He has a neat beard and unusually deep facial features, and it is obvious that he was an absolutely handsome man when he was young. This is the "Man in the Ring" of the "Sinners" organization, Voisin Sanson! Roche-Louis Sanson's father. Mrs. Pualis turned her gaze back to the city that seemed to have no end. She felt that something was calling her somewhere there, slowly shrinking and expanding, like the embrace of her mother that had been forgotten deep in her memory. She took a step forward. ………… Franca didn't expect that as soon as she walked out of the mirror world, she would see the "missing" Gardner Martin. As an undercover agent for both the Tarot Club and the Witch Cult, she instinctively felt guilty and subconsciously wanted to say hello and "What a coincidence." However, she was no longer the ignorant newcomer who had just crossed over. The world she had seen and the battles she had experienced would rank among the top even within the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society. So, she reacted quickly, yelled "Get down" at Anthony Reid, and while hiding her figure, she threw herself to the ground to the side. Almost at the same time, dozens or even hundreds of white fireballs condensed around Gardner Martin, who had deep eyes and was wearing a silver-white full body armor. They whizzed out and bombarded the position where Franka and Anthony Reid were originally standing. The only thing in Anthony's eyes was the figure of General Philip in a black cloak, and Franca's voice of "get down" echoed in his ears. He was also experienced, and although he didn't understand what would happen, he still dodged according to his teammates' instructions and made better corrections based on his own ideas - he pushed down hard with his feet, and instead of going to the side, he pounced directly at General Philip. Amid the rumbling sounds of the series of explosions, General Philip was somewhat stunned to see a greasy middle-aged man in military green camouflage uniform staring at him with hatred and rushing towards him. Do I have a grudge against him? As this thought flashed through Philip's mind, his eyes darkened and lost focus. He "saw" a large number of intertwined destinies and saw where the "threads" probably came from. So you are the survivor of the sacrificial company... You were lucky to escape at that time, and now you dare to come back for revenge? General Philip sneered disdainfully. As a Sequence 5 "Reaper" of the "Hunter" path, he chose to believe in the great "Goddess of Fate" and accept the corresponding gifts because he saw the limitations and problems of the original path in the field of mysticism and saw the inevitable doomsday.
He wanted to become a demigod in a short period of time and obtain the protection of a great being to survive the end of the world, which was something that normal channels could not give him. Therefore, although the initial part of the path of the "Goddess of Destiny" was very weak and had many restrictions, he accepted it without hesitation. You know, the Sequence 9 "Dream Loser" corresponding to that path of gift only gave him a state of not dreaming and the ability to sense the flow of fate. He also lost the possibility of relying on dreams to gain spiritual enlightenment. Sequence 8 "Musician" is slightly better. It is said that in some worlds, "musicians often blind themselves so that they can listen more attentively to the voice of fate and play it out." However, this requires a lot of preparation and enough time to play in order for the target's fate to be affected and change to a certain extent. There is no essential difference between Sequence 7 "Fortune Seer" and "Fortune Teller", except that they can directly see or hear the revelations of fate without the need for a medium. At Sequence 6, the recipient of the "Goddess of Fate" finally has some more powerful abilities - those who see fate can relay that fate and directly affect the target. However, after each use, they must remain silent for a long time and keep themselves silent, which is very restrictive. This sequence is called "dumb". Only after faking death and breaking away from its original fate, the Sequence 5 “deceased” was no longer affected by the previous restrictions and could function more normally. As a dual-Sequence 5, General Philip saw the source of Anthony Reed's hatred from the intersection of fate, and laughed. A voice that sounded like it had been imprisoned for a long time rang out in his chest: "Fate cannot be avoided. You will eventually become my sacrifice." Along with these words and the rumbling sound of explosions, Anthony Reid recalled the bloody scene when the camp was attacked, and could not help but tremble in mid-air. Plop! He fell to the ground, holding his head in fear. Not far away, behind a half-collapsed gray-white stone pillar, Lumian and Janna heard the voice "Get down" at the same time and recognized it as Franca's voice. Franca came in too? How did she get in? Lumian was shocked. (End of this chapter)
