Veridian's voice was calm, yet like a red-hot branding iron, it seared mercilessly into the "Plague"'s will that teetered on the brink of collapse.Main course.The "Plague" — that weak, marsh-gas form — churned violently, emitting a silent shriek laced with terror and fury.He is the Fourth Seat of the Council of Ash! The walking realm of decay! The calamity that even gods tremble before!And now, he's become someone else's meal!"Blasphemer!""You will pay for your arrogance with the price of eternal rot!"The last thread of primordial power was squeezed out.A jet-black-green poisoned arrow, condensed with ultimate malice, ignored physical distance and shot straight at Veridian's soul core.This was His final counterattack.A do-or-die bid to drag everything down together.However, Viridian stood rooted to the spot, utterly unmoving.He didn't even form the slightest thought of raising

But before that, Viridian had one more pressing matter.A feast that had not yet ended.Silver Sail City.Viridian's figure appeared without a sound in the deepest part of the Sacred Abyss Workshop.This was no longer merely a smithy.......The floor and walls were engraved with brand-new runes forged by the joint work of the Termination Law and the Power of Sin.They lay like a series of precise surgical blades, radiating a cold light.The air was thick with a stifling tension, as if the entire workshop were holding its breath, awaiting the start of a dissection.In the center of the sealed chamber, a complex ritual array was slowly turning.At the heart of the array floated a feeble, constantly writhing green orb of light.This was the remnant husk—the very source—of the "pestilence."It had been drained of almost all its power by the city-grade prison, leaving now only a divine core on the brink of death

In the crevice between dimensions, a void that no star chart could mark.Silver Sail City had already transformed into a living fortress woven of holy light and pestilence.The hall of the Ashen Council was dead silent.But Lilith's unusual reaction had seeded new doubts in him about the true nature of that power.The "negative review" from Silver Sail City, together with the boxed soul core of the Ash-Walker, floated silently in the center of the great hall.And the "prey" he had personally lured, those about to arrive at Silver Sail City—what sort of "surprises," or rather, crises, would they bring him?Information itself is a kind of mockery.......It was like an invisible needle, piercing the eternal indifference of the high ranks of the Parliament."Plague" — an Apocalypse Knight, together with His retinue, was captured alive by a mere mortal...This was no longer a failure.This is humili