318 Kill Him
As the illusory sound of a door closing emanated from the other side of the Moon Realm rift, the Moon Realm Calamity completely severed the connection between the Lake of Entropy and Currere’s illusory history.

On the tranquil lake, the three colossal projections lapsed into a protracted silence.

After a considerable time, the eternal being with eight spider legs extending behind Her and a somber crown on Her head spoke, “The Calamity has temporarily sealed off the rift. For the time being, unless The Bounded is willing to assist us in opening the border, only you, The Dreamer, can temporarily exert a large-scale influence on Ravenwood.”

In that temporarily fabricated history, the undead who believed they were still Forest Elves had their perception of the world woven from the Lord of Nightmare’s dreams.

However, The Dreamer—who was enveloped in mist—refused in a deep voice, “That’s between the two of you. It’s never been part of my contract.”

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“But the situation has changed.”

“Then, what does this have to do with me? If you hadn’t proposed this ‘brilliant plan,’ would things have ended up like this?” the Lord of Nightmare shrouded in mist retorted angrily.

“It’s up to you how you want to settle the score, but as you know, things are different now. The Calamity is now qualified to ascend the Eighth Holy Spirit’s throne. Furthermore, he has Heartless’s full support… It’s even possible that Mocker will back him in the future. To us, this has far surpassed the level of frivolity,” Beatrice urged in a deep voice.

“Oh? Is that so? Then remind me. Perhaps it would be better for me to align with the Calamity when the time comes?”

Although Zamara’s words dripped with sarcasm, on the other hand, She had a trace of seriousness when She spoke—She didn’t possess much motivation to fight over Currere in the first place. Even though Steelheart Widow had caused a stir in the entire Moon Realm, it never compelled Her to depart from Her nightmare curtains.

To Her, it didn’t matter who ultimately obtained the complete Precept. As long as the reconstituted Currere possessed the concept of nightmare, She didn’t care.

Dreams relied on reality to exist. If She obtained Precept and transformed Currere into a world of dreams, this dream would transform into a new reality.

Compared to the most extreme worlds in the Void Sovereigns’ philosophy, She even believed that the current Currere was rather satisfactory.

“So, you still wish to distance yourself? Just because you rendered him some aid at Black Crow Gaze? Don’t forget that you’re also on the Calamity’s hit list,” Beatrice countered, aware of the other party’s thoughts and dismantling Her plan.

Zamara, who had been about to speak, fell silent immediately.

Camilla, who had been quiet until now, spoke up.

“Beatrice, the current situation is entirely different from what you promised…”

Her voice was soft and slow, but with Her words, pus-filled boils and colorful mold started to appear on Beatrice’s projection.

She was using Her authority to attempt to erase Beatrice’s projection from the Lake of Entropy.

The Calamity didn’t choose to compromise as Beatrice had anticipated. Instead, he was determined to fight Them head-on—be it the salvation of the 40 million Forest Elves or the life and death of His former and current companions, none of them could halt that fellow’s resolution.
Although She concealed it extremely well, once the Calamity discovered it and destroyed it, it would inflict extremely severe and irreparable damage to Her.

“Believe me, as long as we unite, the entire matter will remain under our control,” Beatrice persisted with Her persuasions, ignoring the corruption spreading across Her.

Even at this moment, Her voice conveyed the confidence that everything was under control.

“Forget it… Dreamer, can you sever Floral’s dream and make her awaken and return to the other side?”

Camilla disregarded the six-eyed Goddess of Conspiracy and turned to inquire of the Lord of Nightmare.

“It will take time. After all, there’s a protective barrier personally imposed by the Calamity on the other side. Even with this year being your year and your authority, the power I can project into Currere is too weak. I have to use the three Astral Lighthouses in Emerald Province as a medium,” Zamara responded promptly.

“Very well, I’ll transfer the authority of those three lighthouses to the Nightmare Swamp…”

Beatrice, who had been disregarded by the two goddesses, stood rooted to the spot. After a prolonged period, She asked incredulously, “It wasn’t easy to trap the Calamity in this timeline. Are you truly considering sending him back?”

“Otherwise? Your brilliant plan has failed. Now, we can only retrieve this fragment of history back to the Lake of Entropy to minimize losses,” Camilla replied without turning Her head.

Although She couldn’t make this portion of history Camilla’s reality, Camilla could still strip away this power and make it a part of Her Moon Realm domain. Although She had lost complete control of Ravenwood, She could still reclaim something from her 5,000-year investment.

Beatrice’s rotting form flickered between Camilla and Zamara. She gazed at the Goddess of Starvation and Corruption and asked earnestly, “Don’t tell me you’re so naive as to believe that… as long as the Calamity is released, he will cease seeking revenge?”

Seeing that the other party remained silent, She continued, “Even if you compromise this time, don’t tell me you won’t have any conflicts with him in the future? If you release him so easily this time, when he ascends the Eighth Holy Spirit’s throne and fully grasps the Precept, you and him—no, you and Him are destined for a decisive battle.”

Camilla stopped and stared at the other party for a long time before saying slowly, “What are you proposing?”

“This is our best chance to eliminate him,” Beatrice replied.

The Goddess of Conspiracy’s words made Camilla erupt in laughter. Her laughter shook the clouds above the Lake of Entropy.

After a prolonged period, She ceased laughing and said, “Alright, then please tell me. How should I kill the Calamity who’s still in Currere and has seized a portion of the Eighth Holy Spirit’s authority while the World Shell still exists?”

The Calamity’s defeat of four Moon Realm Legions alone remained vivid in Her mind. Unless the Calamity’s escape route was entirely sealed and a Void Sovereign took action, no one could kill him.

“I have a plan,” Beatrice answered.

“Stop talking to me about your absurd plans,” Camilla snapped, Her voice rising as She waved Her hand, reducing Beatrice to dust.

She already despised this utterly unreliable ally.

“The Dreamer, the right to use the three Astral Lighthouses is here,”

Camilla announced after wiping out the Whispering Empress’s projection. Then, She summoned three deep black dots representing the Astral Lighthouses, making them float towards the humanoid mist that represented the Lord of Nightmare.

Zamara nodded, but before She could answer, one of the three deep black dots exploded suddenly.

After an intense and silent explosion, a pitch-black spiderweb spread out between Them.

“Valk isn’t the only one who concealed a Demon General in the Astral Lighthouse… At the bottom of Emerald Province’s Healer Lighthouse, I sealed my Demon General, Silence, as a hidden card,”

Beatrice’s face materialized on the spiderweb.

“William Kane is trapped in your timeline. Judgment 7, who can wound you, isn’t with him. There’s also the strongest incarnation you’ve spent 5,000 years creating…

“Now, as long as I make Silence stop being silent and topple the Astral Lighthouse, your power can enter Currere through the Moon Realm rift and assume your true strength through that incarnation… Therefore, please tell me now. Do you want to reject such an opportunity to completely annihilate the Moon Realm Calamity and transform your timeline into true history?”

Camilla fell silent.

On the spiderweb, Beatrice, who had already predicted the other party’s ultimate response, revealed a vicious grin.

“I’ve already told you that everything is under my control.”