They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 238 The Carnival of Pollution

“It’s just a solar eclipse, what’s there for me to be afraid of?” Bucklowe continued, repeating his previous statement.

"Just a solar eclipse?" Ivan looked at him, deliberately drawing out the sound of his words.

If the sun is revered as sacred and radiant in Endernes, then a solar eclipse is an absolute omen of misfortune and disaster.

After all, the divine power of the radiant sun leaving its mark on the world implies that there will never be a solar eclipse in the sky, and many people live their entire lives without ever seeing a real solar eclipse.

Astronomers who believe in science have proposed that when the moon moves between the sun and the planet we live on, that is, when the three are exactly in a straight line, the moon will block the sunlight from reaching the planet, and thus a solar eclipse will occur.

However, due to the existence of God, the Sunrise would not allow the moon to be seen during that time, while Barclay successfully made the moon's shadow appear during this period.

The appearance of such celestial phenomena signifies that the divine power of the sun is being further corrupted. If those who believe in the sun were to witness a solar eclipse, they would be plunged into great panic.

Some say the moon reflects the sun's light, but there are also areas where sunlight doesn't reach, where strange life forms unimaginable to humans thrive, and where another civilization exists.

The projection of this type of civilization is manifested in a scarlet color, and people fear it, calling it the "Red Moon".

In the dark, sunless lands of the moon's shadow, unfathomable civilizations gave rise to a new faith.

The god who accepted the sacrifice to devour the radiant sunrise was none other than the legendary embodiment of darkness, revered by the Red Moon Church as the "Crimson Mother."

Previously, influenced by the power of the Crimson Moon, Little Swaal's tentacles also turned into black threads, at which point the Crimson Moon had already quietly approached.

“We are such devout believers, our true leader, the faceless god. Look, for you, we can even summon the red moon you seek.”

"so?"

Lia countered with a question.

"What? So, as a god, you're not even willing to praise the efforts of your believers? Since you're unwilling to become the kind of god we want, we're of course happy to fulfill your long-held wish to see Crimson."

Then, let all those who see the crimson be contaminated by the extraordinary and face death.

Only deceased patients can maximize their value. I believe that after your death, the extraordinary beings that arise from you will be more sensible than you.

"Even if it means all those who witness the red moon suffer mental pollution?"

When I first saw the Red Moon in Winstown, it was only a small part of His gaze, yet it filled the entire Winstown night with extraordinary beings, forbidding everyone from going out at night.

Now that the Red Moon projection has been actively summoned by Meme Four's Barclay, the impact will be even greater, as these people never hesitate to use any means to achieve their goals.

Just now, seeing only that tiny black corner at the edge of the sun, Ria was already experiencing auditory hallucinations. He seemed to hear someone calling his name, but upon closer listening, he heard no sound at all.

Ivan looked up, staring directly at the sun: "Do you think I don't exist? I don't care what methods you used to make the moon visible during this period, but the Red Moon has always been temperamental. Once its pollution fully descends, you will be the biggest victim here."

"It doesn't matter, who cares about one or two clones?" "Don't think I don't know that the damage to your clones will directly affect your main body. You say you don't care, but you're probably heartbroken."

Ivand mocked Bucklove for not telling the truth, then suddenly changed his attitude, his expression becoming more ruthless than ever before: "Stop with your thoughts, human life is not something you can play with."

If you insist on bringing the phantom of the Crimson Mother to life today, including attacking my students, I will make you understand the meaning of the word "regret."

"How—was it written?"

Bucklow mimicked Ivand's words in a sarcastic tone. The next second, Ivand reached out his hand to him, and a wave of distorted space emanated from his body and rushed straight to Bucklow.

In a very short time, Ria saw Bucklove's once young and handsome face rapidly wither and age, with layers of wrinkles and loose skin, like tree bark covered in green hair.

At that moment, Bucklowe flinched, otherwise he wouldn't just have half of his face sagging, but his entire body, including his body, would have lost all mobility due to aging.

"You still retain such power? I've heard that the Order Association claimed to have completely dissolved your abilities. It seems they also have a greedy side, and now they're still hoping to use you to obtain things they have no right to touch."

As he grew increasingly frail, Bucklowe raised his hand to look at his current physical condition, abandoning most of his body before old age took hold.

Those places, which resembled withered tree bark, crumbled, and the man took the opportunity to completely hide himself.

"I've hidden the key to summoning the Crimson Phantom among the audience of this circus. If you can find it and destroy it, then you've won the game, and I won't pursue the Faceless One any further."

"If you still can't find it after the red moon phantom has fully descended, then congratulations, everyone will die."

"Let's all indulge in this polluting frenzy!!!"

After uttering his last words, Barclay fell completely silent. Ivand sat in his wheelchair, his legs, which had been covered by a blanket, now seemed to have undergone an unsettling change in shape.

A bunch of things of unknown origin were rising and falling below, and Ivand gave a helpless look.

"Don't get angry. Anger is a big no-no for us, even though that guy is trying to provoke me too."

He turned to look at Ria: "Remember, don't believe anything Hephaestus says; every word he utters has its own sinister purpose."

"I know."

Lia turned her head and shifted her gaze to the audience below the stage, as if she were examining a group of identical lambs.

Barclay said the key to stopping the Scarlet's arrival lies in this, and if that's false, everyone in the circus, including the performing animals and trainers, and even the performers behind the scenes, could be the key.

If the Battantusa coin were used, the correct result should be deduce, but after the last time it was used, Ria had some doubts about the accuracy of the result.

"There's no need to question it; as long as the result isn't vertical, the answer it gives must be correct."

(End of this chapter)