"Die!" Roselle's low, hoarse voice rang out, and at the same time, he stretched out his right hand, making a grasping motion.
The little figure struggling and crying on the ground was suddenly tightly enveloped by a force surging from all directions, compressing into a ball. Its body cracked inch by inch from the inside out, disintegrating into pieces of deep red moonlight like red scales.
Bang!
Leyton's figure had left the ceiling of the mausoleum at some unknown point and stood beside Roselle, raising his hand to snap his fingers.
Clear and pure starlight poured down from high above, easily penetrating the stone walls of the mausoleum and enveloping the deep red moonlight in the hall.
The deep red light at this moment seemed to gain substantial weight, rapidly plummeting, penetrating the stone walls of the mausoleum, and falling into the endless wilderness below.
Roselle watched the vanished deep red moonlight and couldn't help but exclaim, "Hidden Sage... Is it really that powerful?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand forward, easily tearing apart the black giant cocoon covering Bernadette, restoring it to the most ordinary shadow, and sinking it into the ground.
Bernadette looked at the figure in front of her, whose former outline could now be discerned. Her eyes suddenly moistened, and she murmured softly, "Father..."
"Cough, cough!" Leyton lightly coughed twice, interrupting their loving gaze. In the face of Roselle's displeased look, he calmly said, "This place won't last long, and this state is also a great burden for me. Once this mausoleum returns to reality, you will be corrupted by the aura and power of the Primordial Moon again."
"If you two want to confide your feelings to each other, my suggestion is to find an item of the Black Emperor pathway, then strip a portion of your consciousness and parasitize it."
"So, I have to experience that kind of pain again?" Even though only a dark shadow remained, Roselle's grimacing expression could still be seen.
"Perhaps more than once. You are like a dried salted fish now; no matter how many times you wash it, it still smells."
"Unless the True Creator can personally act to help you strip away the madness and Fallen from your body, making it your dark side, and then kill it, burying the corruption left by the Primordial Moon deep underground."
Roselle said disdainfully, "Heh, that's a Lunatic. Asking a mentally ill person to treat me, are you sure I won't become mentally ill too?"
"The True Creator's state is improving. It even separated an existence named Sasrir from its body."
Bernadette spoke up to remind her old father, who had been out of touch for too long, and then roughly explained the current situation.
Roselle, now only a dark shadow, rubbed his chin in thought, remaining silent for a long time before speaking:
"Who are you planning to ask for miracles? There aren't many Miracle Invokers left, and those guys are better at hiding than each other, and they're terribly cowardly."
Leyton twitched his lips and said calmly, "The mad Zaratul. Evernight will eventually release him. I can logically go to him and demand a few miracles as compensation. The current him will not refuse, nor can he refuse."
"Heh, taking advantage of the situation," Roselle sneered.
The faint starlight quietly flowing in the grand hall of the mausoleum suddenly swayed, as if it could collapse at any moment.
Leyton slightly raised his hand, temporarily stabilizing the surrounding starlight, and at the same time said, "It's reached its limit. You should strip off a portion of your consciousness for sealing, and the remaining part should go back to sleep."
Roselle sighed softly, "Take one of the gems from your glove and give it to me..."
"No, this is mine," Leyton hadn't even answered yet when the mechanical glove on his hand spoke first to refuse.
Roselle reached out and rubbed his forehead, saying helplessly, "Lend it to me for a bit. After we leave here, I'll find you a new Earl of the Fallen characteristic."
The mechanical glove immediately began to haggle, "Three! And they must be from the Prophet, Sleepless, Cataclysmic Interrer, or Earl of the Fallen sequences."
"You're taking advantage of the situation!" Roselle glared at Leyton, took a deep breath, and then softened his tone, "Alright."
On Leyton's right hand, the childish mechanical voice of the mechanical glove sounded again: "Hmm, you need to swear to my Lord!"
Roselle took a deep breath, somewhat gritting his teeth:
"I am a Sequence 0 True God. Even if I'm down on my luck now, I wouldn't lie to a tiny little glove like you."
"Fine..." The mechanical glove reluctantly turned its internal parts, making a clicking sound. Soon, the dark red gem embedded on the back of the hand spontaneously fell off.
Clink! Clink!
The dark red gem fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.
Roselle's figure reached forward, and the position of the dark red gem was distorted, appearing directly in his hand.
The dark shadow flowed like water, little by little merging into the interior of the dark red gem, reflecting an incongruous pattern composed of a distorted clock, a crown, and wings.
Having done all this, the dark shadow became much fainter and more transparent. He handed the dark red gem in his hand to Bernadette, a barely discernible smile pulling at the corner of his mouth:
"Alright, you two should leave."
As his voice fell, the entire mausoleum experienced an illusory sense of falling, rapidly detaching from the starlight and returning to the Primitive Island in reality.
Crack! Crack!
A crisp tearing sound echoed in his ears. Leyton followed the sound and looked up, seeing cracks appearing on Roselle's faded dark shadow, with deep red moonlight seeping out little by little.
Roselle looked at Bernadette in front of him and said softly, "Seal me."
Bernadette nodded gently, saying nothing. She directly took the shimmering metallic-colored pale death mask from the invisible servant behind her.
This mask only had hollows for the eyes, with no other gaps anywhere else.
Roselle stood in place cooperatively, allowing Bernadette to place the pale death on his face.
The shimmering metallic-colored pale death mask materialized into an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol. The moment this symbol appeared, the surrounding objects began to weather, at a speed so rapid it was as if they had undergone thousands or tens of thousands of years of erosion in just one or two seconds.
The aura on the faint dark figure rapidly plummeted, and the deep Red Light seeping through the cracks dimmed. He stumbled and sat back on the golden throne behind him, with tiny, pale white down growing continuously from the gaps.
These downy hairs grew into white feathers in the blink of an eye, their surfaces seemingly soaked with light yellow oil stains.
This caused Roselle's aura to decay even faster, as if he was rushing towards the end of death.
Its color visibly faded, its movements became increasingly sluggish, gradually transforming into a transparent, ethereal shadow tinged with crimson.
Before his figure completely disappeared, Roselle said to Bernadette in a low, hoarse voice:
"Don't be sad for me. I will soon appear by your side in another identity."
Soon, his figure completely vanished, and the extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol floating in mid-air transformed back into the shimmering metallic-colored pale death mask, falling to the ground.
Bernadette retrieved the pale death. After handing it to the invisible servant to put away, she turned her head to look at Leyton, remaining silent.
The latter chuckled softly and said calmly, "You should leave this island first. I need to create some high-level corruption here to counteract the corruption left by the Primordial Moon. If I only rely on the seal formed by that mask, he will be corrupted again not long from now."
"No, that's not right. The moment he returned to this island just now, he was already re-corrupted."
"The Dawn is near the reef sea area on the outskirts of the island."
Bernadette nodded gently. As her voice fell, her figure instantly blurred, disintegrating into streams of complex and pure knowledge, surging like a flood towards the outside of the mausoleum.
Leyton withdrew his gaze and walked a few steps to the edge of the golden throne at the high point. A transparent, blurry human outline faintly emerged on the golden seat, and illusory, ethereal, yet extremely majestic murmurs echoed in his ears.
"You're a bit noisy."
Leyton commented indifferently. As he spoke, his right hand, wearing the mechanical glove, reached out, penetrating the transparent and blurry human outline, and carved a pair of cold, indifferent, eyelash-less eyes containing countless brilliant stars onto the golden-cast seat.
The aura of the Hidden Sage instantly descended into this hall. In the surrounding shadows, in the gaps between the stacked boulders, it was as if cold, mad, and evil eyes appeared.
This magnificent mausoleum, constructed of stacked boulders, was instantly filled with auras of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster.
Leyton held the Hermit Card in his other hand and lightly tapped his forehead twice. Specks of stardust fell from his body.
In a trance, illusory wind sounds arose around him, accompanied by shadowy, indistinct figures, and faint moans and prayers.
The next moment, all the surrounding anomalies disappeared, and the transparent, blurry human outline on the golden seat also vanished, as if everything that had appeared before was just an illusion.
Leyton stood still for two seconds, confirming that no other unexpected events occurred, then turned and walked towards the exit of the mausoleum.
With each step, his figure gradually disintegrated, turning into streams of pure and complex information, surging outwards.
On the sea outside the Primitive Island, the Dawn, imbued with ancient and mysterious colors, lay quietly at anchor.
A faint glimmer, difficult to perceive with the naked eye, surged from the island, appearing on the Dawn in an instant. The information flow surged into the captain's cabin on the upper deck, and the complex and pure knowledge quickly reassembled Leyton's figure.
Bernadette was already seated at the desk in the captain's cabin. On the desk in front of her were two cups of steaming coffee and a dark red gem the size of a fingernail.