Ding-ding-ding! The telegraph in the captain's office suddenly stirs, as if a new message is about to arrive. Yet neither Craine nor Leonard can focus—they are staring fixedly at the ticking seconds, their eyes red with strain: "Ten." "Nine." "Eight."... At this moment, Dunning Smith enters the reception hall, holding a square box that looks both silver and bone-white, his expression serious. Meagheus, who has been constantly pulling at her golden hair, drawing deep, visible wounds in her scalp, suddenly stands up, pointing sharply at Dunning Smith in the black lightweight overcoat, and cries out sharply: "You want to kill my child!" "You want to kill my child!" The sharp, piercing sound reverberates through the hall, and Craine is struck as if by a heavy hammer to the head—he suddenly forgets his count, feeling a sharp headache and dizziness. A sudden crimson flooded his vision, and something liquid seemed to flow continuously from his nostrils. Subconsciously, he turned his head, and there he saw Leonard Mitchell's eyes, nose, and mouth streaked with blood, his face pale as paper, his body swaying precariously, as if about to fall. I seem to be like this too... Caine abruptly pulled his thoughts back, resumed counting from the break point, and voluntarily added two seconds: "Five." "Four." ... Within the sharp, terrifying sounds, the deep gray eyes of Duan Smith were threaded with vivid red streaks, each one clearly visible. The veins on his face stood out prominently, like serpents coiled in venom. A steady crimson flow poured from his ears. Yet he did not lose his balance. With his right hand, he paused only for a moment, then, under the power of his strong will, pressed down on the bone ash box of Saint Serenella and lifted the lid. Inside lay an profound darkness, dotted with sparkling grains of sand—creating a dreamlike beauty, as if the night sky had been sealed within a box. Suddenly, the surroundings grew dark, and an deep, enveloping stillness settled over the entire reception hall, with countless fine, cold, slick threads of blackness rising through the air. They surged toward Meghoyse, wrapping and encircling her almost instantly. These were not spider’s threads, but rather slender tendrils from some unknown creature! Meghoyse’s right eye had already been pulled down by her own grasp, the blood-stained cord clinging to it, hanging beneath her orbital socket. She glared fiercely at Denne Smith, shouting, “You must die!” Thud! Denne was hurled by an unseen force, crashing hard against the opposite wall, cracking it and sending bricks flying. He gasped out a mouthful of blood, yet still clutched the urn containing Saint Serenella’s ashes tightly, refusing to let it fall to the floor. Those countless fine, dark, cold, and slick threads tightened ever more, securely binding Meigouss in place, unaffected by either the sudden flames streaked with "mold spots" or the liquid oozing from her skin—fluids that carried a deeply offensive, humiliating quality. "3!" "2!" "1!" Klein and Leonard simultaneously broke the barrier—Klein clutching a warm, thin golden slab in his hand, while Leonard had wrapped the "blood-thief" around his left wrist and now extended five fingers toward Meigouss. Meigouss, no longer resembling a human being, struggled desperately, with rounded, fleshly bulges rising on both shoulders—interwoven with veins and sinews, resembling the heads of children. Across these two heads, fissures spread rapidly, as if about to transform into eyes. Suddenly aware of the threat, Meigouss opened her mouth wide, her lips splitting all the way to her earlobes. She would curse every enemy who sought to harm her child with words of profanity! At that moment, Leonard suddenly clenched his left fingers tightly, rotating his wrist halfway. His pale face flushed to the color of liver, veins standing out like tiny venomous insects. "..." Megeous's words of profanity stalled in her throat and ceased abruptly. It seemed as though she had suddenly lost the ability to speak, to curse anyone. Cain seized the opportunity, spoke in a low tone, and uttered an ancient Hermes word: "Light!" I call for light, and light shall come! He felt the thin golden sheet, etched with mysterious patterns, grow warm beneath his hands, radiating a brilliant glow—as if transformed into a small sun. Then, Cain poured a significant portion of his spiritual energy into the spell and hurled it toward the imprisoned Megeous! The reception hall instantly brightened, with both deep shadows and darkness vanishing. The black threads that had been winding around Meiguel suddenly retracted, as if instinctively retreating from something. Yet before Meiguel had fully gained her freedom, she saw the sunlight. A large hole had appeared in the ceiling of Black Thorns Security at an unknown time, spanning through the third-floor roof and allowing the blue sky and blazing sun to flood in. The golden thin sheet at Meiguel’s head merged with the sunlight, then expanded, forming a glowing sphere at the spot, surrounded by countless flame-lit spheres. Boom! The entire building shook violently, and glass panes on nearby streets shattered. However, the sphere’s power concentrated at its core and did not dissipate much. It enveloped Meiguel, its radiance blinding Clain, Dunn, and Leonard, who could no longer open their eyes. Clayen forced back his tears, blinking as the light faded, the flames still leaping and swirling with many black ashes dancing among them. Meagheus and her unborn child were gone—just as vanished as the tea table, cups, newspapers, and sectional sofa in that area. Resolved? Had they managed to eliminate both her and the child, a suspected offspring of the divine being, before the infant fully formed and was born into the world? Clayen still found it hard to believe. Based on his gaming experience, such a major boss should never have been so easily defeated! Suddenly, every hair on his body stood on end—the "clown" instinct warned him of an imminent, intense danger. Without pausing to think, Clayen rolled violently to the left. At that very moment, a long, exceptionally sharp white bone blade materialized suddenly from somewhere, hovering in the air with an unusually eerie grace—its speed so swift and its posture so difficult to evade. Shh! The fabric of克莱恩's right chest was split in two, his skin severed, his flesh torn, his bones cleaved in half! The wound was so deep that even his lungs were visible. Had he not sensed the danger in time and reacted with a timely dodge, the blade would have split him completely in two, killing him instantly! Yet even then,克莱恩 remained momentarily still, his mind overwhelmed by intense pain, his thoughts scattered and disrupted. At the tip of the white bone blade, a figure swiftly emerged—so fast that if it weren't for the prominent rise of her abdomen, no one would have been able to recognize her as Meigouls. Her hair and garments were completely consumed by the flames, her face and body skin blackened and peeling off in patches. Her nose had melted, leaving behind only two small dark holes where it once stood; her eyes were gone, with a faint white flame dancing in the hollows. The "heads" protruding from both shoulders of Meiguoise had also been scorched away, and her left arm had transformed into the white bone knife she was holding—strange and sacred. Clang! As the floor trembled, Meiguoise ignored Dunning, ignored Leonard, and disregarded the thick, cold, slippery black filaments rushing in waves, materializing suddenly before Caine, who had paused in his rolling motion, the white bone knife aimed at his neck, poised to strike. Suddenly, she heard a voice laden with strong sacrilegious overtones: "Submit!" Leonard lifted his left hand, using the palm to lock onto Meghios. The seal wrapped around his wrist, originally thick, pale, and streaked with red veins, transformed into dark, swollen, nearly rupturing "intestines." Earlier, he had successfully stolen Meghios's "Word of Desecration" through the power of the "Vein Thief." Now, he sought to control her using her very ability! Only equal-level powers could exert such influence! Meghios, affected by the "Word of Desecration," slightly bent at the waist, her knees trembling continuously, her movements halting. Countless black threads, sensing a delicious prey, surged toward her. Meanwhile, Caine seized the opportunity, rolling to the opposite side, leaving a trail of crimson blood. Though still in sharp pain, he gradually stabilized, reaching into his coat pocket and drawing forth his final "Yang Flame Scroll." Seizing the moment when Meghios was once again under control, he aimed to finish her off decisively. If she couldn't successfully bring the "infant" to birth, the consequences would be disastrous! *Crack!* Megeous's head exploded on its own, her blackened skin and flesh scattering in all directions. Yet her headless body escaped the influence of the "profane words"! *Crack!* Megeous's blackened form transformed into a projectile, striking Leonard with the force of a cannonball. Due to the "profane words" being forcibly shattered, Leonard momentarily froze in place. At this moment, Dune Smith still clutched the urn containing Saint Celine's ashes tightly, his face unusually pale, while the newly formed strands of cold, dark lines were just short of encircling him, about to stain the surrounding space entirely. *Clang!* Megeous collided with Leonard, knocking him against the wall, which then collapsed under the impact. Leonard's bones cracked, blood gushing from his mouth, and he lost consciousness without even having the strength to struggle. Mei Gao-ou raised her white bone knife, but the countless black lines spreading out from Saint Serenela's bone casket once again wrapped around her, tightening to ensnare and hold her in place. Klein didn't have time to attend to his own injuries; he pulled out the thin golden plaque. As he was about to recite the ancient Hermes incantation, a sudden sound broke through the deep, dim, quiet room—a sharp cry: "Wah!" It was the sound of a baby crying.