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Aaron put away the black emperor card as he looked at Nast, who remained silent, and added, "The great existence we believe in is called the Lord of Order."
"You can also ask Bernadette later. You can directly convey my words to her; perhaps she can give you some advice."
A ball of light containing information flew towards Nast. Feeling no malice, Nast cautiously extended his spirituality, and devout and grand prayers echoed in his mind:
"Source and Shadow of Order;"
"Great Emperor of the Land of Chaos;"
"Lord of Order Who Holds the Rules;"
The dark red light flowing in Nast's deep black eyes suddenly expanded a few points. As one of the few people closest to a complete mythical creature, Nast clearly understood what this honorific name represented—a hidden existence comparable to the true deities.
The description of the authority in the honorific name, in particular, caused Nast's emotions to surge, and he fell into silence for a moment.
Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Aaron stopped talking nonsense and motioned for Astolfo to lift the blockade on this Spirit World area. The figures of the few people immediately disappeared from their original spot.
This is a Demigod…
Second Mate "Viscount of Fear" Byrd Mastan looked up at the sky, sighing with emotion.
Although reaching Sequence 5, moving further forward, the tendency for madness and loss of control would become increasingly severe, leading to a high possibility of Beyonder advancement failure, the title of Demigod was still tempting.
Because as long as one successfully took that step, they could gain divinity, causing a change in the essence of life. Whether it was lifespan or ability, everything would completely exceed the human realm, placing them high above.
As his thoughts swirled, a majestic voice echoed in his ears:
"Set sail! Find Admiral of Stars as quickly as possible!"
Byrd Mastan trembled all over, his body unconsciously bending down as he bowed in response.
The massive three-masted ship, covered in pure black, gradually dematerialized, seamlessly merging into the colorful blocks.
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West Balam, Southern Continent, at the junction of Star Plateau and Haagenti Grassland, outside Nikiforus City, the gunfire briefly ceased.
Under the scarlet moon, the Loen soldiers hiding behind makeshift fortifications were seizing the time to rest in shifts to recover their energy.
Many of them had faces covered in dust and traces of gunpowder smoke. Occasionally, someone would wake up, take out dried tobacco, casually roll it, and use the last remaining match to light it and bring it to their lips, taking a deep drag. More often than not, their eyes showed numbness and confusion.
This war had been going on for over a year. Initially, they only had to face the Feysac Empire's colonial army, but by the end of last year, the restoration army from the West Balam native region also joined the war.
But thankfully, with the strong support of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the battle situation did not worsen in a one-sided manner; it only became more intense.
Wisps of mist appeared, and the scarlet moonlight became increasingly hazy. The soldier on guard on the high platform stared at the distance in disbelief, his voice trembling as he exclaimed, "It's alive, it's alive, it's alive…"
Under the scarlet moon, incomplete corpses crawled out of the blood-soaked soil, swaying as they tried to approach the defense line.
In the distance, a mysterious figure wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with scarlet patterns stood behind the resistance army, slightly spreading his arms.
Endless corpses revived, and the spirituality of the entire battlefield rapidly grew, with Yin power pervading the air.
Since the war deepened, Loen soldiers had seen too many unscientific and unnatural phenomena, so many that they had become somewhat numb.
Yet, the sight of these fragmented corpses crawling up still shocked them, filling them with terror and confusion, a feeling that they themselves would not be spared and would eventually become Zombies.
Of course, there was a reason why they maintained their morale and did not collapse after witnessing so many unscientific and unnatural phenomena.
Just as immense fear arose in their hearts, chants echoed from within the Church of the Evernight Goddess in Nikiforus City:
"They are naked, without clothes or food, uncovered in the cold."
"…"
"The Night did not abandon them, but granted them favor."
The holy and compassionate prayers reverberated throughout the entire defense line, causing the fear of every soldier to quickly dissipate, and their minds and bodies became serene.
At the same time, Gusman Weil, clad in dark red armor, suddenly erupted with blazing white flames, and a majestic voice echoed:
"Attack!"
Then, leveraging the connection between the Iron-Blooded Knight and the army, he transformed into a giant flaming spear and hurled it towards the hooded man behind the resistance army.
The soldiers in the trenches obeyed the command, bringing out cannon shells covered in various patterns, adjusting the muzzles, and aiming at the surging mass of incomplete corpses.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, Loen cannons roared wildly in front, sending shells trailing red, blue, silver, or dark light whistling towards the enemy lines.
Amidst constant flashes of fire, shells landed in different parts of the battlefield, exploding and emitting destructive waves.
Those incomplete corpses were either directly destroyed or fell powerlessly, returning to their eternal slumber.
The mysterious person in the black robe and hood behind the resistance army looked up, revealing a stiff, wooden face like a poor-quality toy. His crimson eyes watched the flaming spear shooting straight towards him, his lips splitting into a grin, but he showed no intention of dodging.
Crack!
A silver-white sharp light burst forth in front of the hooded man, tearing apart the flaming spear.
A figure in a Feysac general's uniform quickly materialized. His body was entirely covered in silver scales, giving off a cold sensation.
The high-ranking officers of Feysac were mostly Silver Knights, Demon Hunters, Iron-Blooded Knights, and War Bishops.
And this one was Spike Einhorn, a Silver Knight belonging to the Einhorn Family, and also the Royalist representative for Feysac in the Southern Continent for this war.
The blazing white flames dissipated. Gusman Weil, who had shared the damage by leveraging his connection with the army, did not hesitate and quickly retreated.
Accompanying the appearance of this Silver Knight, on the other side of the battlefield, the mist parted, and dense red flaming spears emerged, hurled towards the Loen positions in a sky-obscuring manner.
As these flaming javelins approached their targets, they suddenly became chaotic, scattering and falling, embedding themselves into the ground, creating one dark hole after another.
Clusters of scarlet fire then rose across the battlefield, as if announcing a grand performance.
The fire instantly illuminated the battlefield, and teams of armored Feysac soldiers emerged from the mist, joining the battle. At the very front was a tall figure also wreathed in blazing white flames.
"Mystery weakens, Enhance Reality…"
A clear Hermes echoed as a woman in a magnificent robe appeared. The ripples of an Imperative Mage spread, it was Mashyana Weil, the Imperative Mage of the East Tucker Family, who had been stationed in West Balam, Southern Continent.
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Spike Einhorn, who had been suppressing Gusman Weil using "Light Borrowing and Hiding" and "Silver Rapier," his dark green eyes glowed faintly. After forcing Gusman back with a sword, he turned his head to look behind him.
From the perspective of a Demon Hunter's Eye, wisps of strange threads spread from the flames lingering on the battlefield, and unknowingly, they had already entangled him and the Rose School of Thought Puppet Demigod who was still controlling the corpse tide to attack Nikiforus City.
The individual who had secretly made a move seemed to know he had been discovered. Spike Einhorn's thoughts immediately slowed, his body stiffened, and his movements became sluggish, though this sensation did not last long.
He melted completely, breaking free from the shackles of the "Spirit Body Threads," turning into a flowing puddle of silver metallic liquid. Then, the protective power re-solidified into a giant covered in silver full-body armor.
Bizzaro Sorcerer? Secret Order?
Spike Einhorn, who had participated in the Battle of the Violated Oath and dealt with those Secret Order charlatans, a flicker of doubt flashed in his mind, then his pupils suddenly contracted.
Two slightly illusory figures suddenly appeared beside the Puppet Demigod controlling the corpse tide from behind. One of them he recognized: Botis, the "Saint of Secrets" from the Aurora Order.
The other figure exuded deathly aura, and a broken, dark portal appeared above his head. The endless corpse tide on the battlefield instantly stiffened, their flesh began to decay, disintegrating into white bones, merging into the bloody earth.
Spike Einhorn quickly reviewed all known Demigods of the Numinous Episcopate, including the Artificial Death Faction and the Royalist, and finally found a vaguely similar face in a corner of his memory.
That was an Undying from the Numinous Episcopate who had pursued the Death's ruins, disappeared for centuries, and was said to have been lost in the ruins of a divine war.
This was not a Bizzaro Sorcerer at all; this was a Scholar of Yore in perfect condition!
A warning sign suddenly arose in his heart, and Spike Einhorn already felt the urge to retreat. His dealings with the Rose School of Thought were merely a transaction of interests; he did not care about the life or Death of that Puppet Demigod.
After the "Nation of the Evernight" was annihilated by the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the Antigonus family subsequently vanished, leaving only Zaratul of the Secret Order as a high-level Beyonder of the Seer Pathway.
Now that a Sequence 3 level Scholar of Yore had appeared, could it be that Zaratul, who had been missing for nearly a century…
Before he could think further, the battle ended faster than he imagined. The Rose School of Thought Demigod, who had just intended to transform into a mystical Puppet using the "Source of Curse," stiffened all over. His crimson eyes were replaced by another color, and his body, between illusory and real, rapidly turned grayish-white.
"Botis" raised his right hand, and a gray-blue, illusory door with seven brass keyholes appeared beside the lifeless Puppet Demigod. A faint blue light swallowed him.
Having done all this, the two Demigod Historical Void projections turned their gaze to Spike Einhorn, who had already raised his Sword of Dawn.
The Iron-Blooded Knight, entangled by Mashyana, had no idea what had happened before he saw a blazing white flaming spear, imbued with killing intent, flying towards him.
A look of surprise appeared on the face beneath the Iron-Blooded Mask. He quickly chanted Spike Einhorn's honorific name in his heart; as a Sequence 3 Demigod, within a certain range, he could already respond to prayers.
A familiar voice came, but it quickly turned his surprised expression into one of dismay:
"The situation has changed, retreat quickly!"
He only needed to capture this city, plunder enough life force, and cooperate with the family's Silver Knight to kill Gusman, and he would be promoted to War Bishop.
His chest heaved violently. He glared resentfully at Mashyana. Just as he was about to withdraw, the surrounding scarlet moonlight suddenly dimmed, and deep Darkness instantly enveloped him. A beautiful lady in a Church of the Evernight Goddess archbishop's robe quietly appeared.
On a small island somewhere in the Fog Sea, far from the battlefield, an illusory portal appeared. The Puppet Demigod, who had been banished there, struggled to lift his head and saw two figures.
Beside Aaron, Faust Ellen raised his hand, and distorted black ripples spread, a gentle palm strike magnified into an "Execution."
The grayish-white patterns faded, and Astolfo's figure left the Demigod's body, but he still maintained the blockade on this Spirit World to prevent him from merging into the Spirit World and escaping.
Faust Ellen, who had tampered with the rules of this area, directly "gifted" the negative state of madness to this Puppet, lowering his will to resist.
Being directly hit by a Sequence 3 powerhouse on an unprotected body, even a Puppet with maximum physical strength, his body directly shattered. However, no blood seeped out; instead, a viscous, ink-like black liquid spread outwards.
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Backlund, a certain abandoned manor in the suburbs.
Maric, dressed in black, slowly walked out. Sharron, wearing a complex and exquisite black Gothic court dress and a small soft hat, emerged from the void, her clear, cold voice echoing:
"How was it?"
The brief question left people puzzled. Maric looked up, a bright smile on his face, completely unsuited to his previous demeanor, and spoke lightly:
"Do you even need to ask? Tsk, is this what it feels like to be a Demigod?"
"As expected of the Demigod level, I am now full of confidence."
"Maric" stretched his body, and an illusory figure, seemingly composed of countless wriggling insects, separated from this body, reforming into Mobet beside him.
At this moment, he exuded a strong sense of oppression, and a faint silver-white gleam flickered in his eyes, seemingly a side effect of his recent advancement not yet being fully digested.
Sharron nodded, speaking in a calm tone:
"Remember your promise."
A smile appeared on Mobet's face. He patted Maric, who had returned to silence, and spoke cheerfully:
"Don't worry, how could I, the dignified Viscount of the Zoroast Family, go back on my word? Moreover, you two have helped me so much this time."
"Although the feeling of being completely parasitized isn't that great, this is indeed part of my ritual. I apologize for seeing your memories, but this isn't entirely bad for you."
"A portion of the madness deep within your spirituality has been erased by me. Going forward, the influence of the scarlet moon's curse on you will be greatly reduced."
"Additionally, I left a Worm of Time inside you. I processed it using some special family methods. As long as I am still on the Northern Continent, you can contact me through it."
Mobet smiled as he withdrew his arm, looking at Sharron, who was as delicate as a doll, and added with a smile:
"When you need my help, I can quickly arrive by pinpointing your location."
"However, before that, I still need to go to Tingen one more time. This is a task assigned by the Blessed, and it was also my promise before my advancement."
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