"My blasphemy! My power of profanation!"

In the darkness, the Lord of Dark Corrosion was exceedingly terrified.

He sensed that the power once bestowed upon him by the Lord of Profanation was rapidly dissipating.

No need to elaborate, it must be that the Desecration Temple in the northwest had encountered some issue.

He looked at Lette before him in panic, unable to comprehend all of this.

That was the Desecration Temple, even if he acted himself, he might not be able to destroy it.

Who could possibly wipe out the desecrated temple without him noticing?

This is impossible; this is absolutely impossible!

"You tucked away in this world, your information is too lagged. The result of this self-imposed isolation is being abandoned by the times.

It's merely desecration; I have plenty of ways to destroy it."

Light coiled around the edge of Lette's sword, and with one strike, most of the darkness disappeared.

The Lord of Dark Corrosion was heavily wounded, rapidly falling from the sky to the mortal realm.

Lette followed like a shadow, conjuring dozens of Light Spears to seal him in a valley as if in a cage, preventing the darkness from escaping.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"What's impossible? Could you ever have imagined that the Profanity Monarch would be betrayed by your colleagues? Thus leading to the collapse and complete dissolution of his divine foundation?

Could you ever have imagined that in a world you once destroyed, a seed of revenge remained and took root and grew in another world, eventually blossoming into a flower of evil and bearing the fruit of sin?

And now, this sin has wound around you again, leading you toward destruction.

Lord of Dark Corrosion, do you know how magical this world truly is?

Gods believe they control the Law, create the Rules, and can even manipulate Concepts to twist the world into whatever they desire.

Unfortunately, that is merely the ignorance and shortsightedness of the gods, their arrogance and pride.

People say that the Nameless are foolish and chaotic.

Why is that?

Isn't it because Conceptual level strongmen, after accepting the truth of the world all at once, are unable to bear it and fall into a collapse of consciousness?

Hundreds of millions of years of slumber and insensibility are just a process of digesting the truth of the world, that's all.

Of course, people like you, unwilling to explore on their own, unwilling to take risks on their own.

Just hope to hitch a ride, want to fly with the Dragon's Tail, and never understand the truth of the world.

A vine relying on a big tree may taste unshadowed sunshine and the first dewdrop.

But a vine is always a vine, never capable of becoming a tree."

Lette's extensive ridicule enraged the Lord of Dark Corrosion, who felt an insatiable itch in his teeth, wanting to retort but not knowing where to start.

Now that the desecrated temple was destroyed, his power had fallen from the apostle level back to the conceptual level.

Without the support of profanation, merely relying on the dark concept, he lacked the confidence to defeat the man in front of him.

Now, perhaps escape was the only path to survival.

But the opponent had already acted a step ahead, sealing him here.

Yet as the dark king, omnipresent Shadow King, the Lord of Dark Corrosion still had numerous ways to escape.

A mere Light Cage wasn't enough to completely seal him.

Although Lette was powerful, in the end, he was just a conceptual level strongman.

Even if one plays with concepts, they're still on an equal level.

Winning may be easy. But wanting to place himself in a deadly situation isn't so simple.

Just as the Lord of Dark Corrosion was preparing to use his conceptual power to escape, he suddenly noticed that beside Lette, a grim-looking puppet had appeared without him realizing it.

This demon puppet looked both ludicrous and serious, vividly lifelike yet deathly still.

It wore a purple tailcoat, had flamboyant green curly hair, lips painted with blood-red dye, and eyes surrounded by dark circles, as if it had never slept.

The puppet, with white-gloved hands, leaned on a cane, standing erectly before Lette.

The Lord of Dark Corrosion felt as if there was a mist between reality and illusion between him and the puppet.

A strong presence!

A Conceptual Master!

Moreover, a particularly troublesome presence.

"You! Who are you?"

"Hush!"

The puppet suddenly placed its right index finger to its lips, making a shushing gesture.

"Now, I'm going to start lying."

With a hum, a vast energy field bloomed centered on the puppet, enveloping the Light Cage and the Lord of Dark Corrosion within.

The moment he was covered by the energy field, the Lord of Dark Corrosion's expression instantly turned exceedingly unsightly.

He could clearly sense that his methods and reserved trump cards, even many ultimate moves, were all invalid.

This wasn't a failure in principle but a conceptual erasure!

The opponent must have used a causality-like attack.

The Lord of Dark Corrosion didn't know what that damned puppet did, but he could roughly guess.

It must be something like [all ways for the Lord of Dark Corrosion to escape from here are ineffective] such causality.

If that's the case, then there's no need to try other methods; they must be ineffective.

Damn it, I didn't expect Lette to have a concept-level ally.

Moreover, such a formidable causality support.

This kind of conceptual master, while not having strong combat power, if utilized well, can decisively turn the tide of battle.

Having reached this point, the Lord of Dark Corrosion instead became quiet.

He gathered dark power, embodying it into another Hook Scythe, staring intently at Lette.