The candles on the altar burned steadily, releasing spiritual light. The layers of illusory images seemed to be layers of curtains, being moved at the same time at the intersection of space, like bead curtains rippling and blooming.

After the devout believers finished praying in front of the altar, they lowered their heads respectfully and patiently waited for the response from their faith.

But... there was no response for a long while.

"..."

"..."

Is my Lord still fighting against other beings?

I remember that this situation has happened several times before, so the response will not be so timely... But it seems that it was more than a hundred years ago. It seems to be the period when the fight with the original moon was the most fierce. Could it be

Have you gotten into a group again recently?

Charles Gustave was naturally a little confused. He couldn't help but raise his head slightly. He saw the spiritual wind vibrating and the spiritual light blooming. The two pulled and intertwined with each other, seeming to tear a gap above the altar.

The gaps in the universe appear both real and illusory.

There was a giant boy at the other end of the passage, vast and majestic. This giant boy seemed cold and indifferent, but he knew very well that this giant boy could burst out infinite light and heat at any time that could illuminate the entire galaxy and the entire world.

, when the light that is countless times more dazzling than the explosion of a star rushes in, even the gods are not willing to face this ruthless sight...

And such a majestic and great eye is very likely fighting with beings on the battlefield and beyond the starry sky. At this moment, because of its own rituals and prayers, it turns to this world and devotes a little energy to staring at the realm of reality.

.

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help but feel his breath suffocate and his heart felt hot.

Awe and piety intertwined in his heart, turning into a particularly complex and fanatical emotion. It seemed that even though he was completely different from before and had become an angel walking on the earth, this moment seemed to be no different from before. Just like before.

When I was a mortal, facing the glory and vision shown to me by the being who stood at the forefront of divinity, I couldn't help but feel the urge to worship...

next moment--

"The application is limited to pass..."

"...acknowledge it!"

Calm and indifferent fluctuations resounded directly in the mind. It was a mechanical, electronically synthesized sound.

This was not the first time he had received a grand revelation from a great existence, so Ciel was not surprised at all. He had long been used to it, and now he was naturally only happy, because he knew very well that this response meant that his request had been granted.

And almost at the same moment when the great divine enlightenment fell, the surrounding spiritual power suddenly shook unnaturally, and the illusory passage or portal had a faint feeling of crumbling. This was some kind of power trying to pass through,

But because the "road" is too narrow, the result of forcing people to squeeze through is that the passage becomes unstable.

However, the transferred files are not too big to begin with, and are barely acceptable...

At best, it is equivalent to a comparative dictionary. Its function is to allow Ciel to translate and understand Russell's diary word for word based on the information instilled.

But it’s limited to this, such as certain dialects, Internet memes, Martian script, etc. If you can’t get it, you can’t get it. There’s nothing you can do about it. Of course, even so, it’s probably enough to make someone

An old father is dead.

As for Ciel's own perspective, he saw that as the pure light of spirituality spewed out, at the other end of the illusory passage, thousands of strange fonts suddenly flew out, and they seemed to be glowing.

The particles, like exquisite projections, flew towards his position and merged into his astral body the moment they appeared.

Immediately afterwards, all kinds of information emerged in my mind.

Those are weird and neat square characters...

"Praise be to you, my Lord!"

Charles was overjoyed and excited. He had been working towards a goal since his father's death. After one hundred and fifty years, he finally achieved his goal today.

Suppressing the excitement deep in his heart, he packed everything up respectfully, exited the secret basement, and returned to the space above. Next, he had another mission and needed to stay in Tingen for a while.

But before that—

He sat back down behind the counter and took a deep breath.

After all, just like his sister Bernadette, how could Charles not care about the changes in his old father in the last few years after he truly has the ability and conditions? No matter what, he wants to find out why.

That's why my father became so paranoid, so indifferent, and... so crazy...

He slowly reached out and grabbed the stack of yellowed pages in front of him. The ominous truth about his father's later years was among them.

Turning to the first page, this angel with the appearance of a young man began to read seriously. Soon, several obvious wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows, giving him a slightly confused look.

Turning to the second page, after a moment, the frown deepened.

Turning to the third page, his expression gradually darkened.

…………

…………

——Primitive island.

——Located in the huge mausoleum of the "Black Emperor".

"Ouch, don't touch it!

"

Seeing the figure in the light and shadow opening his diary page by page, his expression gradually became particularly weird, and Russell was furious.

Realizing that her image in her son's mind was collapsing, she couldn't help crying out in grief.

The twisted power possessed by Sequence 0 of the lawyer path seems to be out of control at this moment. It is running wild and trying to completely destroy the order of everything in the world. But in the end, it can only be in the realm inside this mausoleum.

It is raging inside, and it is tightly restricted so that it cannot be vented. Therefore, it cannot cause even the slightest change or distortion to the outside world of reality.

The Black Emperor, who has not yet been fully resurrected, is ultimately unable to prevent his image from collapsing.

"..."

"..."

As time gradually passed, Russell sat on the throne with dull eyes, an expression that looked more sad than heartbroken. She finally realized that she had decided to write a diary, and regarded it as the only tree to which she could express her feelings.

Damn, how stupid is this thing?

Which page of the diary is Ciel looking at?

Why does his expression look so ugly?

Is it because he had an affair with a young lady from some house when Matilda was pregnant? Or was it because he participated in the impact organized by the Intis nobles? Or maybe it was his record of fooling around with the witch... Damn it, myself

Why did you write those diaries in the first place, and why didn’t you burn them all with fire!

"Russell, how do you feel now?"

The ghost opposite undoubtedly had plenty of patience, and it was only now that he smiled and asked.

It's okay not to ask, but asking is like triggering a switch——

Russell suddenly stood up from the Iron Throne with a snap.

She glared angrily at the illusory spirit, the invisible god that only existed in her own point of view, and her words became extremely fierce: "No, no! It's impossible... Don't even think about interfering with my will!

"

At this moment, the Black Emperor seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw. She waved her hands repeatedly, as if she was trying to deny reality with a strong will, or to convince herself: "That's right! I should have thought of that.

! It is absolutely impossible for Charles to be controlled by you. The Church of the God of Steam will never allow such a thing to happen, and Bernadette and Bonova..."

"..."

"..."

"Haha, you are very confident in the Church of Steam, but have you forgotten what happened in the past?"

Gu Mo said something dull, because his tone was so dull that he didn't know whether it was a kind reminder or a mockery intentionally or unintentionally.

The Church of Steam should have been Roselle's strongest backing. At least for a long time, the God of Steam and Roselle were so close that they could wear a pair of pants together as allies.

It's just that Russell has a temper that doesn't want to be manipulated by others, and she also knew some things she shouldn't know at the time, so she made up her mind to go into danger. And in this regard, she also chose the path that was part of her original trajectory.

This route, the real goal at that time was to forcefully switch to the non-adjacent lawyer path, and the Black Emperor of Sequence 0 become a real god.

But before that, he first needs to upgrade from Sequence 2 to Sequence 1 to increase the probability of success in becoming a god. At that time, the God of Steam and Machinery in his path has already given birth to Sequence 0, so it is impossible for him to be there.

Upgrading to Sequence 1 on one path, naturally you can only turn to the adjacent path to seize the slightest chance...

For the Steam Church, this problem is even bigger.

After all, the enemy of every extraordinary path is certain. Russell's behavior is almost equivalent to directly showing off his horses and horses to compete with the God of Steam and Machinery.

"So what? After I was assassinated, the God of Steam should have understood my plan. She will not be my enemy."

Faced with the verbal attack, the god on the Iron Throne remained unmoved. He only believed in his own inference more and more. He firmly believed that the chaotic projection on the other side was just interfering with his thinking and rationality, so he whispered extremely calmly:

"And I am Russell Gustave! Just the name is enough!

"

Even in the later years of Russell's life, he was at odds with the Church of Steam because of certain things and had mutual dissatisfaction with each other. However, in the end, they did not completely break up. After all, Russell was of too great significance to the Church of Steam.

In fact, neither party can afford a complete break.

"You are very rational at this time..."
To be continued...