The distance.
Although the last shell of the mysterious fruit has fallen, strangely, the blood-red mist shrouding the mysterious fruit shows no sign of dissipating.
This seems to indicate that it hasn’t completely lost order!
"Why is this? Isn’t the shedding of the shell the prelude to losing order?" The Observer was somewhat perplexed. From the various effects when the shell fell before, complete loss of order should have occurred the moment the shell was completely shed. But the current situation seems a bit different from what they speculated?
Have they overlooked something?
Are there other steps before complete disorder?
Just as the Observer was doubting himself, a shocking change appeared in the distance that left everyone stunned.
The previously overlooked Number 03 suddenly let out a piercing, heart-wrenching scream!
It was like the wail of a painful banshee from the dark abyss, carrying visible shock sound waves spreading in all directions.
When the sound waves spread around them, Angel’s brow slightly moved, and the surrounding green patterns filtered out all the destructive energy from the sound waves. What entered their ears was only the hysterical scream.
Within this scream, Angel heard a complex array of emotional information.
Wailing, pain, anger, defiance... and deep regret.
From the emotions read, it could be seen that Number 03 might have always retained a shred of sanity, but was previously suppressed by the power of the mysterious fruit. This suppression led to the continuous accumulation of 03’s emotions until this moment, when they were finally released.
However, releasing emotions does not mean that Number 03 was saved.
She herself knew very well that she was doomed.
The wailing now might just be a way to vent her frustration, expressing her unwillingness through this means.
Their speculation was not wrong; after the wailing, the bark-like skin of Number 03 started to crack and crumble.
The skin was just the beginning. Next were the fat, muscles, internal organs, bones... Everything inside and outside Number 03 dissolved like a statue made of sand blown by the wind, turning into yellow light particles.
And these yellow light particles formed a line, merging into the blood-red mist above.
Strangely, the blood-colored mist that had long shrouded the mysterious fruit finally began to fade with the injection of the yellow light points.
Behind the mist, the metallic mesh structure began to faintly appear.
"So that’s it... The final condition for the mysterious fruit to completely lose order was not to devour sea beasts and wizards, but to perform a blood sacrifice on the parasitic host." The Observer finally understood why Number 03 seemed unscathed before; logically, the mysterious fruit did not have the ’emotion’ to support the parasite. It turned out the mysterious fruit had long set it up, making Number 03 its ultimate sacrifice for rebirth and complete disorder.
The Observer previously held a negative view of Number 03 due to the current chaos she caused. Now, the view still isn’t good, but one has to admit that Number 03, as the final sacrifice, bought them time.
They should be able to leave here before the disorderly thing completely loses order.
With this thought, the Observer turned back to look at the space rift.
At this moment, the space rift had already opened to half a person’s height. However, there was still a large amount of spatial cutting energy inside, and it was still impossible to stably connect the two ends.
Nevertheless, the enlargement of the space rift allowed them to see the newcomer beyond the rift.
It was a young boy with his head lowered.
His appearance couldn’t be seen for now, but his hair was a mass of blazing flames, and his skin was deep bronze, reflecting a bright orange sheen under the fiery hair’s illumination.
"Fire Luo People?" The Observer murmured.
The Fire Luo People are a humanoid race from the Majestic Plane. Their hallmark features are their dark skin and blazing fiery hair, making them a fire-friendly race. If this race produces ability users, they mostly relate to fire manipulation. In the Majestic Plane, they are considered a rather powerful race, and they have always harbored hostility towards outsider wizard humans, viewing them as invaders.
If any nation in the Majestic Plane encounters riots or protests against outsider humans, the Fire Luo People are often behind inciting these actions.
Wizards are no fools; they are fully aware of the turmoil in the Majestic Plane, but they never target the Fire Luo People. Do giants need to pay attention to the nonsense of ants?
Moreover, many human wizards are actually even more chaotic individuals than the Fire Luo People. They prefer chaos to a united nation. Even if it means making themselves targets as a source of chaos, they are quite willing.
Angel also saw the newcomer, but he had long received the news and knew full well the newcomer’s identity: the Lord of the Phantom Spirit City, Gluz Deward. However, he hadn’t expected this Lord to be a Fire Luo person. Or was this simply another avatar for his divine thought?
As Angel speculated in his heart, the Fire Luo person opposite suddenly raised his head.
The slightly long fiery hair obscured his eyes, but his high nose and slightly curved smile were visible.
The Observer found that slightly eerie smile somewhat familiar and felt a slight sense of dread.
At this moment, because the space rift was torn open again, a large amount of wind immediately poured into the void.
These strong winds also tried to scatter the Fire Luo person’s fiery hair.
At this moment, the Observer finally saw the true face of the Fire Luo person. Admittedly, from a human aesthetic perspective, this was quite a handsome young man, with perfect facial proportions, and his eyes were the same bright orange as his fiery hair.
However, the first thing the Observer noticed wasn’t the Fire Luo person’s appearance, but the emblem-like pattern on his brow.
The pattern had a regularly rounded outer boundary, with beautiful lines inside that depicted a beast pattern from an unknown origin.
"This is..." the Observer’s pupils suddenly shrank: "Gluz Deward’s Phantom Inscription!"
Hearing the Observer’s exclamation, Polo Ye beside him smugly said, "Shura, you’re not that uninformed."
The Observer’s expression turned somewhat unsightly.
Seeing this, Angel wondered if he should say something at this time... Even if he knew who the newcomer was, he should appropriately pretend to keep his persona intact.
"Sir, what is the Phantom Inscription?" Angel picked an appropriate question to enter the topic. In fact, he genuinely didn’t know.
The Observer was about to speak, but Polo Ye beat him to it: "The Phantom Inscription was created by the great Lord of the City. Every Diamond Citizen of the Phantom Spirit City is granted a unique Phantom Inscription, possessing incredible power."
Angel suitably displayed a shocked expression: "Huh?! So, the noble assistance called by the Lord is the supreme Diamond Citizen of the Phantom Spirit City?"