My different world is game mode.

"The evil god has resurrected."

"There is also the Abyss School hidden in the darkness..."

Lindsay finished her story.

Prizm and Liz's expressions became more serious than ever before.

The history of the abyss is too long, and has become blurred and disappeared in history, only preserved in the most ancient corners.

After hearing this, they also regarded the abyss as just a simple enemy.

The evil god is different.

The stories of the end of the mythological era, those heroic epics of mortals slaying gods, are still circulating on earth today.

Even the humble status of believers today is due to that history.

Especially Prizm and Liz, as believers, they understand the methods of evil gods better!

"..."

"Damn it!"

"My Apocalypse only made me regard it as an enemy, and I also thought it was a new god that succeeded secretly. But I never expected that this guy actually had such a background!"

In the dark room, Prizm shook his head and scolded.

A threat to the One God.

He only knew through Revelation that this was a terrifying existence that even threatened the existence of believers, but the current situation was obviously more serious than he had expected in the past!

Liz on the other side was also feeling uneasy.

Being kindhearted by nature, she could no longer hold back when she thought of the terrible rumors about evil gods harming people in the myths.

She wanted to tell the other people in Dark Street the news immediately.

But Lindsay in front of her obviously had no intention of ending the conversation. She needed to stay here and wait for the man in front of her to tell her other news.

"No matter Dark Street, the [City of Law], or the lives of any innocent people, they should not be destroyed for such a reason." Lindsay comforted the two believers. "As long as there is still a conscience in their hearts, everyone thinks the same way."

Lindsay looked at Alathorn again.

The one-armed painter's expression was equally solemn.

But when looking at Lindsay, there is an inexplicable weirdness.

After all, they are partners who have lived and died together.

Lindsay easily understood Alason's complicated expression.

——In the Seven Seas Alliance, it would be fine if you could provoke an eighth-stage degenerate artist. After all, there was Wala Wala at that time, and everyone was involved.

——But what about now?

——Originally you were just planning to return to the [City of Law] to find your hometown. Now you are involved in the issue of the Abyss and the terrifying existence of the Fallen God and the Evil God.

——Legendary heroes are like this, wherever they go, something bad is bound to happen!

"..."

Lindsay remained silent and could only smile wryly and shake her head.

Alason was equally helpless:

"Okay, I'll tell the Seven Seas Alliance about this."

"But Robinson, I'm not optimistic. The Red Zone's will is to restore trade first."

Lindsay suggests:

"Then go tell the [Embassy], at least let the whole universe know - the enemy from the past has been revived in the modern era. We cannot let them hide in the fog forever. The biggest taboo is to keep the enemy in the dark while we are in the light!"

Arathorn nodded naturally:

"This is natural."

"They have always been responsible in this regard, no problem."

In addition to delivering letters and goods, the messenger also tames wild beasts.

When some major crises occurred on earth that affected the whole world or even the entire universe, they also delivered news for public welfare purposes. Such incidents have occurred several times in the past.

Lindsay has a very valid point.

Seeing this, the conversation was about to end, and Liz, who was fidgeting, immediately stood up:

"Robinson, thank you for your reminder. Mr. Arathon, I'll leave this to you as well."

"I will tell everyone in the dark streets about what happened here immediately, so that people will realize that danger is around them!"

Liz then turned and left.

Her long red hair was like a flickering flame in the darkness and soon disappeared outside the dark door.

Prizm was still sitting next to Lindsay and Alason.

He looked at the two people in front of him, and suddenly a doubt arose in his heart. The skill of [Apocalypse] also told him that this was very important information.

"Mr. Arazon, I actually have a question."

"Every world capital in the universe can try to restore contact with the [City of Law], but why did it have to be the [Seven Seas Alliance]?"

"It seems to me that you should know the reason."

"..."

one question.

This directly led to Arathorn looking at Lindsay.

The two looked at each other, and to outsiders, it seemed that they were discussing whether to tell the truth.

But in fact it is.

The answer lies in this one look.

[Seven Seas Alliance] resumed contact ahead of schedule because of Lindsay.

He defeated the remnants of the eighth-stage fallen artists, and such deeds were engraved by the truly powerful. Even some artists outside the universe, after hearing this legend, made a rare return to the Seven Seas Alliance.

None of them intended to interfere with this fate, but they wanted to witness it themselves.

Therefore, it was because of Lindsay's own adventure that he finally opened a passage to the outside of the [City of Law] in advance.

Arathorn remembers Lindsay wanting to protect her identity.

He used a more euphemistic approach:

"Mr. Prizm, this matter involves the top secrets of the Seven Seas Alliance."

"But I can tell you that this is the conclusion reached after discussions among several great artists. We have no intention of invading this world or having any other conspiracies or tricks."

The painter's voice is quite frank, and his emotional essence also expresses this frankness.

"..."

Seeing this, Prizm did not continue to ask.

After all, the gap between the identities of the two parties is too big, otherwise the dark street, which has always been xenophobic, would never accept an artist with unknown origins and who always likes to stir up trouble to live here.

Prizm also stood up like Liz:

"In that case, I'll leave for a while."

"It's enough for Liz to notify Dark Street, but I also need to tell some friends in other districts about this news."

"..."

At this point, this unexpected meeting tonight was about to come to an end.

But as soon as Prizm walked out of the house, Lindsay and Alason stopped in their tracks.

In other words, everyone in the dark street stopped moving!

The powerful and solemn golden light of the law descended from the sky.

The will of the Knights of Law has descended from the sky, covering the entire street.

"..."

Lindsay's expression became particularly stiff.

Because just as he thought, this thing was completely a skill performed by an individual, and it was not a rule of [City of Law] that he could be exempted from.

The only good news is that the opponent's strength is only at the seventh stage.

Rather than the despairing eighth stage.

Lindsay moved his wrist and distanced himself from Alason:

"The current situation."

"Think of a way, can you handle it?"