Chapter 1019 - 8: Different Paths, Same Destination?

Chapter 1019: Chapter 8: Different Paths, Same Destination?

In that instant, it wasn’t just Erica who felt utterly stunned.

Even her uncle Paul, the supreme commander of Red Copper Black Cross, had his expression twist into something especially bizarre.

As for the Divine Ancestor Guinevere, there was even less need to mention her. Her very identity meant she knew far more myths than any human Magician. So at this moment, her little face was completely filled with strangeness and incredulity, as if she’d just heard something utterly absurd.

Even though she still didn’t know the specific reason, nor the ins and outs of it.

That didn’t stop her from using what she’d seen and heard to associate, deduce, and let her thoughts scatter in all directions...

For example, Athena’s final counterattack, and the sarcasm before she left—these bits of information were all crucial. Once Guinevere reacted, she had vaguely realized where the problem lay. It was just that the possibility was far too shocking, making this Divine Ancestor loli instinctively reluctant to believe it.

Yet right now, she still couldn’t bring herself to accept that ridiculous possibility.

The situation before their eyes seemed to have become even more outrageous... Not Zeus from Greek Mythology, but Brahma Heaven from Indian Mythology?

"The sleep and awakening of the highest Soul..."

As he tasted these words, the young man suddenly laughed.

After a long silence, he nodded and spoke softly: "Perhaps that’s it..."

"..."

"..."

Stillness. Silence.

The congealed air spread soundlessly.

Probably only Amilia and the others were somewhat at a loss about this.

These few Otherworld travelers who had come from Ante Yisula World, of course, couldn’t possibly have deeply understood the mythological systems here. At most, Amilia herself had skimmed a bit back then. But at the time, she’d also done it to restore her Magic Power, with a somewhat utilitarian mindset and actions...

So she’d only managed to grasp a simple, general understanding, without researching the details much.

After all, the mythological systems here were vast and complicated, each more excessive than the last——

Any single one of them was not something you could easily straighten out, let alone so many different mythologies all mixed together in the same world.

For Miss Brave, who had grown up in Ante Yisula World hearing only the Church’s single religious doctrine, this was an utterly inconceivable matter, and it made her doubt whether trying to understand this world through religion and mythology was even the right idea.

As for the two of them, Amelinda and the other, ever since they’d come over here, they hadn’t had a single moment to rest. These days they’d been ceaselessly running around following Miss Brave. From Japan to Italy, from the surface to satellite orbit, they’d used up practically every second of every minute, so exhausted they didn’t even have time to eat or sleep.

So how could they possibly have time to do anything else?

They didn’t even really understand this world yet; there were still many things they hadn’t figured out.

Things like Erica’s identity, Red Copper Black Cross’s background, and so on and so forth—Amelinda and her companion didn’t really know much. They simply trusted the Hero; because of that trust, they felt there wouldn’t be any problem. Most likely those were comrades Miss Brave had made after coming here first, kindred spirits she’d gotten acquainted with.

Just like back on the Holy Cross Continent when they resisted the brutality of the Demon King’s Army...

Miss Brave had fought battle after battle, gradually earning the recognition of other heroes and the support of the Church...

In the face of a shared crisis, people from all directions didn’t distinguish between each other and didn’t even need to know each other’s names; for the sake of the same goal and faith, they could unite under a single banner.

——That was basically how it was.

Thus the three members of the Hero party were all completely muddle-headed, unable to react at all, and only felt the atmosphere was off, which in turn made them all tense up.

"You... what kind of joke are you trying to make..."

Erica gritted her teeth, feeling her thoughts in utter chaos. Even she couldn’t treat this lightly. Probably because her subconscious wanted to escape, she reflexively wanted to deny the reality before her. But before she could finish speaking, her pupils shrank to the extreme.

"Wait, your... your hand?"

Her voice couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

"Hm?"

As if he’d discovered something interesting, Gu Mo raised his arm, his tone sounding quite intrigued: "Looks like it’s just about to disappear..."

He didn’t know when it had started, but his arm had unconsciously turned transparent.

It was as if it had lost its supporting form, like insubstantial qi evaporating and dispersing.

From his sleeve to flesh and bone, all of it was like that. It seemed to have begun from his fingertips; in just a blink, it had almost spread up to his shoulder, as if something were devouring it. Light passed through it with ease, without a single bit of refraction.

"How could this...!!"

Miss Brave’s expression also changed drastically at his side, and she hurriedly reached out to grab him.

The Holy Power that seemed to be constantly growing surged along with her will, flowing outward to encompass his body, trying to shield him by its protection.

Yet her hand closed on empty air; at that very instant, the young man’s other shoulder and arm also vanished completely, as though erased by a Power from a higher dimension. His existence was like an outline drawn by a brush—when the eraser swept lightly across, it too would be wiped away.