The black sun hangs high

Chapter 388 Lesson

Just seconds after Theseus finished speaking, the enormous "sphere" that almost filled Hugh's field of vision underwent a new change.

A rich, vibrant life force surged forth from the depths of the sphere, and within mere seconds, these strange colors had completely filled it. Then, Hugh saw countless translucent, soft tentacles emerge from within these flowing "paints."

The size of these tentacles varies dramatically. Considering the size of "Karlon" itself, some of the thinner tentacles may be similar to the "Karlon Tentacles" that Hugh possesses, while others are as thick as trees or buildings, and some are even close to the size of mountains.

Faced with such a change, the tiny figure kneeling on the calm sea made no further move.

It was as if she had become a sculpture devoid of any thoughts or emotions, and unaffected by the outside world.

"Carron" was probably very satisfied with the "obedience" shown by his chosen one. The smaller, translucent tentacles reached out toward Mel. Hugh saw that these tentacles touched Mel's body very carefully and gently. Then, the colors of the rainbow, symbolizing life, extended from the inside of these tentacles and began to swirl and float around Mel's body.

This process, which resembled an inspection, lasted a very long time.

During this time, Mel did not make any move; she remained kneeling quietly in place, waiting patiently for the judgment of the deity before her.

Finally, the inspection is over.

Karl didn’t notice anything unusual about the proxy she had chosen. Although she was about to be devoured, Mel seemed to have no objection to it. It was as if she had already regarded herself as a sacrifice to the gods, or... an infant returning to her mother’s embrace.

Then, the tentacles coiled around him rushed forward, wrapping around Mel's body layer by layer like silk threads, forming a huge "cocoon." They then began to contract inward, slowly moving Mel toward the direction of Calron.

Hughes paid a brief look at Theseus's current state.

However, faced with this situation, the god who was known for his "ever-changing nature" and "conspiracy" remained extremely calm, and Theseus even had time to "explain" to Hugh.

"See, He is actually very cautious, isn't He?"

Theseus chuckled and said, “In fact, from the very beginning of his birth, Charon took a completely different path from the other gods that appeared in Vaan. All believers, followers, and kin are actually his constituent parts. After a long period of expansion and countless devouring and fusion, he has infinitely approached perfection.”

"According to you, wouldn't He be..."

"Yeah, invincible!"

Theseus let out a strange, mischievous cry. It seemed that the scene before Hughes' eyes had put him in a good mood. Although his own condition was not very optimistic at the moment, it had brought Theseus back to his original "funny" mindset.

"However... as I said, it is not truly perfect, but only infinitely close to it."

Theseus laughed and said, "Even when facing his chosen ones and agents, Charon's wisdom would make him extremely vigilant. But when facing the pure power that was originally separated from him, he would become... ha, careless, or to put it simply, he wouldn't care at all, because in Charon's understanding, he held absolute authority in the concept of life, and no existence could affect him."

At this moment, on the sea surface below, the massive Lord of the Ocean had already dragged the "loyal" chosen one into his body. It seemed that this woman, who would later become the Goddess of Magic, had returned to the embrace of that community of life.

But in the next instant, a sudden change occurred.

Amidst the ever-flowing colors of life on that enormous sphere, a strikingly dark hue suddenly emerged, like thick ink dripped into clean water, instantly staining the area nearby.

The Lord of the Ocean began to tremble. The once calm and boundless sea surface was instantly engulfed in enormous waves, causing the entire world to tremble. A heavy and long murmur emanated from within the flowing colors of life.

Hugh stared at the somber color spreading throughout Calron. Now, without Theseus's explanation, he could feel a strong sense of familiarity with this color.

Without a doubt, the power that is constantly "infecting" the life colors around it is Theseus himself.

At this point, Carjung had already begun to deal with this "unexpected situation." He tried to completely eliminate these foreign "contaminants" with a purer and more powerful life force, while also attempting to completely "remove" the damaged parts.

However, this attempt had absolutely no effect.

Although only a short time had passed since Karron devoured Mel, that terrifying, profound aura had already penetrated deep into the heart of this Lord of the Ocean.

Hughes finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "How did you manage to do that?"

“We’ve been planning this since the day I started calling her my mentor.”

Theseus said slowly, "And the inspiration for this plan comes from myself... Heh, you should remember the scene you saw in my memory before, right? Do you remember how I came to Vaan?"

"To be honest, that scene was very chaotic... It looked like you suddenly left the Dark Abyss and then 'fell' down."

"Not too much."

Theseus laughed: "I was originally a 'seed,' a 'seed' born from countless hunts in the Dark Abyss. What made me what I am is the memory and emotion left behind by the prey that were killed. In fact, the other servants in the Dark Abyss Palace are similar to me, except that I am a little special. My concentration is much, much higher than that of my kind. Even the hounds don't like me very much, so I was chosen."

Upon hearing this, Hugh suddenly realized something and asked, "Did the Dark Abyss Palace throw you into Vaan so that you would 'poison' Karron?"

"Well, that's a rough point."

Theseus highly affirmed Hugh's conjecture: "However, Charon doesn't eat just any 'garbage.' At least, even if someone like me were offered to him, he wouldn't give him a second glance, which is why all those things happened later." "'Unity,' what a powerful force... Faced with such an existence, we have no way to find a loophole from the outside, nor can we find any way to defeat or expel it, so there is only one option left."

"Make yourself a seed, and destroy it completely from within."

Hugh stared intently down below, where the colossal deity, formed from the convergence of countless collective wills and life forces, trembled and struggled in His boundless sea. Under the influence of that black poison, the wills that He had relied on so heavily in the past, which had been aggregated together, began to disintegrate.

“My mentor… in your words, she is absolutely a ‘genius,’ a ‘genius’ that is unprecedented and cannot be replicated.”

When it came to Mel, Theseus’s voice lost its coldness and mockery; he became like a living, breathing person, an ordinary man describing one of his old friends in a gentle tone.

"As the chosen one of Charon, she was the only one who could truly understand and transform that power, and these powers that she transformed and put back into function became what you later knew as 'magic'."

"To achieve this goal, I became a part of her, and she became a part of Calron... In this way, Calron swallowed those 'poisons' that she would never have touched before. From that moment on, the will that constituted Him began to separate from each other. Although they were still part of that great life force, they could no longer merge."

Like an artist appreciating his own masterpiece, Theseus's voice revealed a hint of satisfaction, and he let out a long sigh.

The next instant, the sound that had entered Hugh's ears changed again.

Hugh heard a pure and gentle female voice, so melodious yet somewhat indistinct, like an echo left over from a distant dream.

“Take a good look. Even though what you see now is far less than what it was back then, this may still be an important lesson for you.”

……

"A terrible poison flowed through my body... We fell apart, and an inexplicable hostility filled the consciousness of the group. So we began to attack and devour each other, as if we had become those foolish kin from the past on the land..."

"Just like...you all."

As the community messenger recounted this past experience, the voice emanating from the sea creature representative sounded incredibly sorrowful.

The conference hall was now completely silent.

Everyone's face was tense. The scholars had completely abandoned the wizard's hand and chose to record these terrifying and bizarre messages by hand. The distant scenes described by the community messengers were truly chilling and astonishing to them.

Behind them, the guardian mages from the Law Committee wore solemn expressions. They either stared intently at the figure floating in the sea or clutched their spellbooks, already prepared to turn on them completely. As the most loyal followers of Goddess Mel, they could not tolerate this level of attack and slander. Maintaining their calm and rationality at this moment was already their greatest concession.

As the spokesperson who has been communicating with the community's messengers, Mayer maintained a basic level of composure.

He looked around carefully at the mages who were trying their best to control their emotions, and then Mayer asked the question that existed in everyone's heart in his slightly hoarse voice.

"According to you, the goddess Mel had already completely 'merged' with your deity at that time. If that's the case, did she perish along with that 'Lord of the Ocean'?"

However, the community messenger immediately gave a negative answer: "Our Lord has not perished... Our very existence is proof!"

As if stirred by an anger that shouldn't have been there, the humanoid figure covered in hard scales suddenly lunged forward, pressing its face and body close to the glass. A somber voice emanated from the sea creature representative: "To perpetuate the existence of the community, to perpetuate the purity of our will… our lord has finally abandoned 'union.' As the traitor wished, the tides begin to recede, and the great undertaking that should have been accomplished has come to an end!"

"And she, that traitor who instilled evil thoughts into us, took advantage of my lord's slumber to wantonly devour my lord's body, consume the separated communities, and plunder the power of the sea... Thus, the name of Charon fell into the deep sea, while you false gods returned to the land with everything that did not belong to her!"

Meyer listened to everything the other person said very quietly, and then he fell into deep thought.

He remained lost in thought for several minutes before Mayer looked up.

Somewhat wearily, he nodded to the community envoy behind the glass: "I think I understand what you mean... but now, I need to leave for a while. After all, I am only the host of this meeting and cannot make major decisions on my own."

"...The landwalkers are separated from one another, and that is how it is."

The humanoid figure revealed a sarcastic smile: "Go ahead, the community can wait, you can go and quarrel..."

Meyer remained unfazed by the sarcasm. He gave a polite grin, then turned and winked at several important figures, including the Legerian scholars. They immediately picked up their notes and left the room together.

Soon, the group arrived at another huge room adjacent to the meeting hall.

In this special place, hidden and protected by countless rituals and secret rites, representatives of various countries and forces have begun a fierce "interaction"—they had already obtained firsthand information through magical rituals and delivered records, and as the community messenger said, this information had already caused them to start arguing uncontrollably.

Several other core members of the Dawn Society, including Darth Vader, were also present, and they were at the very center of the debate.

Darthwell's debating skills have always been astonishing. Now, this unassuming man is practically standing on a chair or table, waving his newly healed arm as he relentlessly berates the officials opposite him who proposed handing over "Shug Ernst" as a "condition for cooperation." His harsh words seem to include the opposing royal family and government in the attack.

Looking at the chaotic and absurd scene before him, Mayer coughed heavily twice.

(End of this chapter)