CHAPTER 506: CHAPTER 250: YOUR BLACK DEMON KING IS BACK! _4

The sphere’s rotation frequency was getting faster and faster.

Franky wanted to shout and scream to distract the Time Travelers; it was all he could do now, but the black tendrils anticipated his thoughts and tightly bound his mouth.

The magical field became strange, and he could feel that something was being awakened.

The existence known as the ancestor of the Time Travelers.

A malevolent Evil God who takes pleasure in destruction!

And he would witness the process of the Evil God’s descent upon the world. Indeed, the Time Travelers had no need to kill him, because what would follow would be enough to drive him to madness and a painful death—this was the inevitable fate of all humans who beheld the Evil God.

But the Time Travelers, they no longer belonged to the human realm.

The incantations of the Time Travelers grew more intense, in a language he had never heard before.

—Please emerge from the dark void and respond to our call.

He could only guess the meaning of the incantation from the translations he had read in books.

The speed of the white sphere’s rotation increased, and he could hear a response from within.

The Evil God answered the call of the Time Travelers.

Franky widened his eyes; destiny had guided him here, yet only as a witness—he would see the Evil God’s descent and could do nothing.

He wanted to close his eyes, but the delicate strands splitting from the dark tendrils forced him to keep them open.

Countless thoughts accompanied by anxiety and unease surged forth; Franky could not foresee what he would see, but he was certain that all rituals involving the Evil God would invariably end in a bloody tragedy.

The "Headmaster’s" emotions grew more and more agitated. The hooded figure wielding a scythe was even more devoutly kneeling before the sphere, raising the scythe high above their head, as if willing to dedicate their entire self to the forthcoming great being.

Amid the constant intertwining of white and red, Franky heard other voices.

"Come, have another one, it’s very sweet."

...

Hmm?

The soft, somewhat saccharine voice was completely out of place with the current scene.

He gradually saw the silhouette within the light and shadow, she was standing, with her arms intimately draped over another figure’s shoulders, almost pressing her entire upper body onto the other person. It was a very intimate posture, one Franky had only seen between lovers in deep affection.

"I am pondering a new possibility... hmm."

A cold, sweet fruit was placed into the mouth of the seated figure, and the woman’s voice was cheerful, "No worries, you keep thinking, I’ll feed you."

Evidently, the Time Travelers were also stunned by the scene before them.

They had completed the ritual, awakened the being they revered, almighty yet cold and ruthless... what was it again?

The light dissipated, revealing a man and a woman before them.

Franky’s confusion was no less than that of the Time Travelers. First, he couldn’t understand why Lindong would emerge from that white sphere.

The only good news was that she didn’t look terrifying and didn’t drive him insane.

And the couple, engrossed in their affection, also noticed the commotion behind them.

Lindong turned around and was met with a familiar face.

"Headmaster, why is it you?"

Immediately after, she sensed the peculiarity of the surroundings.

The pitch-black, narrow space, the male bound to the wall by correcting tendrils, his mouth tightly wrapped.

"...I didn’t expect you to have such hobbies; rest assured, I’ll keep it a secret for you."

"Who are you?"

The Time Traveler asked sharply.

In theory, he knew who Lindong was, but now he was so angry he’d lost his wits.

He should be questioning why Lindong emerged from the sphere.

"I’m Lindong."

This wasn’t the answer he wanted!

Where was his goddess?

Where had his long-cherished goddess gone?