Chapter 446: Roselle, the Shadow of Order

Chapter 446: Roselle, the Shadow of Order

Borrowed power inevitably has its time limits.

The Time Reset Talisman is practically a divine artifact when dealing with matters that have a certain concept of time.

This was the first time the Time Reset Talisman had been used, allowing Him to better understand its function. The next use would surely yield even greater results.

As the Vessel of the Stars stood on the sea, looking at the dark red ocean stained with black slime and blood, his gaze passed over the blood-red tentacles in front of him and focused on the distant island.

Since the Fallen Mother Goddess had already unleashed her fury, now was the perfect time to head to the island, especially with the Primordial Hunger rampaging there.

*Bang! Bang!*

The surrounding blood-red tentacles had already prioritized the Vessel of the Stars as their primary target, with even the black tentacles from the sky crashing down.

In response, the Vessel of the Stars easily opened a portal, avoiding all attacks and arriving on the island.

Without the need to worry about the Hope, the Vessel of the Stars, now mastering six different extraordinary pathways, was both offensive and defensive. These mindless tentacles couldn't stop Him at all.

Upon reaching the island, He saw the Primordial Hunger grabbing a black tentacle and swallowing it. Halfway through, He spat it out, complaining about the foul taste.

Seeing the Vessel of the Stars arrive, the Primordial Hunger turned to scrutinize Him, "Are you a follower of the Stars or an incarnation of the Stars?"

Without waiting for an answer, He chuckled, "Judging by the Fallen Mother Goddess's rage earlier, you must be the incarnation of the Stars."

"You're too slow."

"..."

The Primordial Hunger turned away awkwardly. He had indeed been slacking off when the Fallen Mother Goddess was raging.

Caught by the Stars, it was truly embarrassing.

Perhaps dissatisfied with the taste of the black tentacle, the Primordial Hunger picked up a large bone club and began smashing everything in his path!

From the tomb entrance to the depths of the Black Emperor's mausoleum, He smashed everything in his way.

The Vessel of the Stars followed slowly, occasionally looking up at the dark, lightless sky.

The previously pierced opening was once again engulfed by darkness, becoming a playground for black tentacles, while the sea had turned into an ocean of red tentacles.

Sensing the Vessel of the Stars on the island, black tentacles crashed down like mountains, only to be shattered by the Primordial Hunger's club.

He seemed to possess pure strength, easily destroying everything in his path.

Was this His authority?

Or was He intentionally revealing this side to lure me into observing Him?

Because once fully understood, it becomes easy to target and defeat Him.

Smashing through everything, they arrived at the depths of the Black Emperor's mausoleum.

Inside was empty, except for the dark walls and the central high platform.

On the high platform was a massive chair, seemingly prepared for a giant. It appeared to be made of iron, with complex, twisted, and intricate patterns engraved on its surface. The top of the backrest extended into the shape of a crown.

At this moment, the chair was empty, facing the darkness, silently waiting for the return of its master, the Black Emperor.

"Is this chair prepared for me?" The Primordial Hunger glanced at it, "But it doesn't look tasty."

He tried to approach the platform but felt a binding and restrictive force, like invisible shackles, wrapping around His limbs and body, making it difficult to move.

"Black Emperor's order?" The Primordial Hunger grinned, exerting force throughout His body, contending with the Black Emperor's remaining order. A sound of shattering shackles was heard, and He regained His freedom.

"I can swallow even the rules and order of that bastard, the Child of Chaos, let alone a mere Black Emperor."

The Primordial Hunger opened His mouth, inhaling deeply. The shattered invisible order shackles were sucked into His mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

As He tried to move forward, twisted vortices appeared around Him, and metallic clashing sounds came from His stomach.

"I forgot, this is just an avatar."

The Primordial Hunger muttered apologetically, then focused on digesting the restless Black Emperor's order shackles inside Him.

Unlike the restricted Primordial Hunger, the Vessel of the Stars was not affected by the Black Emperor's residual order here.

The Hall of Stars's authority over rules and order far surpassed that of the Black Emperor, even suppressing the Child of Chaos, though this wasn't the Hall of Stars's primary authority.

It made sense; the Hall of Stars invited Outer Gods to meetings, and to make them adhere to its will, it had to possess insurmountable rules and order.

The Child of Chaos suffered because He accepted the Hall of Stars's rules and order and consciously abided by them.

Abiding by rules and order is essential for their effectiveness.

Despite being unrestricted, the Vessel of the Stars did not act recklessly but waited for the Primordial Hunger to clear the way.

Who knew if there were traps set by the Fallen Mother Goddess ahead? Moreover, in the dark corners of the Black Emperor's mausoleum, a hidden figure was watching.

It must be the corrupted Roselle.

He should have been sleeping on the Black Emperor's chair, constantly resisting the Fallen Mother Goddess's corruption.

When the tomb gate was destroyed and the Fallen Mother Goddess's power increased, He awakened from His slumber on the high platform.

*Bang!*

The Primordial Hunger slapped His exposed belly, producing a crisp sound. The omnipresent Black Emperor's order was completely destroyed.

In the Primordial Hunger's eyes, the so-called twisted vortices were smashed into black goo with a single sweep of His club.

He then retracted His white bone club, licked it, tasted it, "Not bad, just has the Fallen Mother Goddess's stench."

After cleaning it, the Primordial Hunger, carrying the white bone club on His shoulder, continued towards the high platform, His gaze growing sharper.

As He reached the high platform and was about to smash the throne, a corrupted black figure emerged from the shadows, accompanied by distortion and chaos.

"Little mouse hiding in the dark."

The Primordial Hunger swept His club, but the figure twisted space, appearing behind Him, reaching out with black slime-covered hands to choke Him.

The sticky black liquid burned and corroded His neck, producing light smoke.

"So troublesome."

The Primordial Hunger didn't turn around but grew a mouth on the back of His head, biting the black figure's hands, tearing them off, and swallowing the severed arms.

"Disgusting!"

He chewed briefly and spat out the remains.

The vomited arm remnants turned into black slime, reattaching to the black figure, restoring His arms.

Realizing the prey was tough, the black figure instinctively used the Black Emperor's authority.

Chaos and distortion filled the Black Emperor's mausoleum, reviving long-dormant rules and order, forming black chains.

Hundreds of black chains wrapped around the Primordial Hunger, unable to harm His strong body but immobilizing Him.

After temporarily binding the Primordial Hunger, the black figure turned to the Vessel of the Stars, appearing behind Him, distorting His surroundings, including His senses and vision.

The Vessel of the Stars stood still, emitting a holy light that illuminated the entire Black Emperor's mausoleum.

Against the Fallen Mother Goddess's power, the extraordinary abilities of the Sun pathway were very effective.

The black figure, living in darkness for years, had never experienced such light.

The black slime on His body sizzled as it evaporated, and He screamed, retreating to the high platform, hiding behind the Black Emperor's chair.

At this moment, the Vessel of the Stars saw the black figure clearly.

He sat on the high-backed chair, His face split with two asymmetric eyes, blood-red without pupils.

In the purifying sunlight, more cracks appeared on His body, revealing blood-red flowers of flesh.

Through the cracks, a blood-red glowing object could be seen inside Him.

It resembled the crimson moon hanging in the sky, though not yet perfect, with many parts not fully formed.

Roselle, transformed into a shadow of order, tried to hide the crimson moon's light, but the cracks increased, and the red light grew stronger.

Rays of crimson moonlight shone through Roselle's body, illuminating reality from the starry sky.

Once the founder of the Intis Republic and a trendsetter, Emperor Roselle was now merely a vessel for the Fallen Mother Goddess to influence the real world.

Dancing to the Fallen Mother Goddess's will, He lost consciousness but retained a trace of His former self.

The majestic throne was His last dignity.