Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 582 - Chapter 582: Chapter 178 Conflict

Chapter 582: Chapter 178 Conflict

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Midnight.

No. 29, Laine Avenue, Southern District.

Perhaps due to the historical detours, this era, originally primitive and backward, was mixed with things that shouldn’t have existed.

Just like this house number full of a future vibe, there was no way such an arrangement could exist in the original ancient Greek city-states.

Under the shroud of night, Laine wore black clothes, but his face had somehow changed to a different one.

This was a first-circle Hell System Common Divine Art, [Disguise Art]–the so-called common divine art doesn’t restrict the object of faith; as long as one is a Godhood Practitioner who worships demons, they could gain the right to use this art through prayer.

Just like the healing spells most famous among Godhood Practitioners, first circle [Minor Healing], third circle [Moderate Healing], and so on, were all Order Series Common Divine Arts. As long as the object of your faith wasn’t some chaotic magic creatures, you could use these divine arts.

As for [Disguise Art]’s effect, it allowed the subject’s appearance to change for half an hour, extending the duration and altering the extent of change depending on the Spellcaster’s skill and professional ranking.

So in the eyes of others, the figure walking in the shadows of the Southern District at this moment was a middle-aged man with a face full of stories. He seemed to be one with the shadows, making it hard for ordinary people to track his presence.

Tap, tap–

Footsteps echoed around Laine, but none reached the outside world. Shadows concealed every movement as he hopped over a fence along a row of detached buildings and entered the garden of No. 29.

In the distance, the house was pitch black; no breathing could be heard. Only a few cleaning servants and guards were around, looking as if they had come to the wrong place.

‘Vigilant awareness, but might as well have none.’

Under Spiritual Vision, Extraordinary Power left traces that faded slowly over time, but established realm marks did not.

Like now, Laine could clearly see there was supposed to be a basement in the house, with magical traps set at the entrance.

And in the basement…

‘…A bit presumptuous, there were still preparations inside. If an ordinary person were to look directly at the god statue under an Extraordinary Perspective, the outcome wouldn’t be good.’

Quickly correcting his judgment, Laine also realized something.

In this era, although many Extraordinary Professions had various methods to explore mysterious waves, most people actually dared not use them; only high-ranking Godhood Practitioners dared to loosen the standards a bit.

After all, many things, though harmless if left alone, weren’t meant to be viewed carelessly, such as a deity’s statue.

‘Let’s deal with these bothersome personnel first.’

Identifying the wind’s direction and finding a position at the windward, Laine lifted the restriction of divine art, letting some sounds escape.

He combed through his distant memories for those beautiful melodies and notes; eventually, he found a suitable option and softly hummed the tune of “Goldberg Variations.”

Under the influence of Extraordinary Power, the music not only failed to raise the alarm but also subtly induced drowsiness among the servants… Moments later, feeling that enough time had passed, Laine boldly pushed open the door and went inside.

The servants on night duty between the floors had all fallen asleep; they probably had no idea what their mistress was involved in.

Following the guidance of magical luminescence, Laine easily found the entrance to the basement.

“Disarming requires time… better to solve it violently.”

The best way to deal with such magical traps was to let it trigger a few more times. Anyway, from the luminescence, the energy it contained wasn’t very significant.

Bang–

Bang–

Bang–

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Three muffled bangs, the sound wasn’t intense; after all, this was a cult member’s basement, so she probably didn’t want the arrangements she had made to cause too much commotion. After all, this stuff couldn’t handle real pursuers; it wasn’t meant to guard against enemies but to prevent unexpected intrusions by thieves.

The fourth object landed smoothly with a sound, and seeing that the trap wasn’t triggered again, Laine vaulted inside.

Descending the steps… and unsurprisingly, he saw an opulently decorated small prayer room.

Lady Seville, whom he’d met just today, was lying unconscious in the center of the prayer room. As a first-rank profession leaning toward agility, she unsurprisingly fell victim.

For now, he ignored her, striding forward to take a look at the statue in the center–a strange figure, a faceless woman crowned with peacock adornments.

Peacock… Reaffirming his suspicions, Laine walked over to Lady Seville, and without hesitation, stabbed down.

“Ah–”

A simple and brutal awakening method, accompanied by a scream, Lady Seville instantly awoke from her stupor.

The pain in her arm made her instinctively want to struggle, but the chill at her neck left her frozen. She opened her eyes to see a middle-aged man in black staring coolly at her.

“Good, your psychological resilience is quite strong; you didn’t react irrationally in fear and surprise–this at least buys you a little more time.”

With a slight nod, under the effect of first-circle common divine art [Illusory Sound Art], the manufactured voice emanated from all directions, and Laine himself hadn’t uttered a word.

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It was originally a diversion tactic, but it proved quite suitable here as well.

“…What do you want to do–hiss… you’d better calm down; you probably still don’t know who we are.”

Abruptly faced with change and with her wound still bleeding, Lady Seville quickly assessed the situation.

She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, trying to display a charming smile.

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