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The cold potion slid down Aaron's throat, bringing a slight numbness that spread throughout his body, reaching deep into his soul.
His writing had stopped, and his spirituality inexplicably soared. He felt as if he had suddenly risen high into the sky, once again looking down at the boiling golden patterns.
At this moment, his emotions became inexplicably agitated. He felt as if every passerby in the city was connected to him by an invisible chain, pulling at his Spirit Body and consciousness.
Thanks to Mashuyana's previous help, Aaron quickly found his own order chain within the infinite chains that enveloped Lloyd City.
With his mind settled, Aaron immediately calmed his spirit, then felt the power of the potion spreading within his body, like a net with sharp threads.
Suddenly, Aaron felt his Spirit Body and flesh being divided into countless tiny parts. He could no longer bear it, and the pain that penetrated his soul instantly overwhelmed his consciousness.
His thoughts shattered into fragments, combining with different parts of his flesh, each gaining its own consciousness.
Just then, the brilliant light that had previously recorded the "Law Code" enveloped Aaron's fragmented spirit and flesh, sweeping them into oneness with those chains of order.
Aaron's broken fragments, under the increasingly dazzling starlight, disintegrated inch by inch, finally turning into wisps of dark-gold mist, shimmering with one mysterious symbol after another, layered in three dimensions.
They penetrated higher levels, connected to the underlying rules, and directly expressed abstract concepts such as order, rules, power, and knowledge.
A chilling wind, blowing from an unknown place, dispersed the dark-gold mist inscribed with countless mysterious symbols. Wisps of mist appeared in every corner of Lloyd City.
In Aaron's chaotic and numerous senses, everything around him became layered, as if it had transformed into the Spirit World, blurry and illusory, yet within reach.
Above the entire city, faint, illusory golden chains emerged, intertwining to form strange "tentacles."
As the tentacles spread, spirit bodies, astral bodies, mental bodies, and etheric bodies all turned into stardust, each merging into the dark-gold mist scattered throughout the city.
Aaron's thoughts were noisy, chaotic, contradictory, and floating lightly, seemingly soaring to an infinitely high place where countless phantoms clustered around a distorted, gigantic world.
Strange senses, not originating from the Spirit Body or mental body, were gradually extracted from the fragmented pieces, condensing into Aaron's new thoughts: indifferent, calm, observing, and overlooking thoughts, capable of seeing the world's true nature from more angles and perspectives.
After recovering from the backlash of the Chaos Eye when he used the Nation of Disorder against the Church of the God of Combat's Archbishops, Aaron further integrated with the Sefirah, acquiring an incomplete mythological creature form within the Sefirah ahead of time.
Thanks to this, Aaron now understood that this was his divinity, and he did not resist it. Instead, he used it to gather and re-form the original mist of order with golden chains, slowly transforming back into a whole.
As his form aggregated, various kinds of knowledge surged from the depths of his Spirit Body, which had completely achieved demigod status, sweeping into Aaron's mind and bringing him an unspeakable impact, as if his head was about to explode.
However, having already gained initial divinity and experienced multiple transformations, he passed this stage relatively easily, with a detached and observing attitude.
The mist solidified, and Aaron, whose eyes were completely rendered golden, reappeared. Every breath seemed to resonate with the entire city.
The Darkness Mark and life mark on his wrist also reappeared, emanating a faint glow, seemingly responding to some kind of power.
However, at this moment, he didn't bother to fully experience his current state. He instinctively raised his head and gazed into the void.
He directly saw the boundless dark-gold mist, and within the mist, that vast divine kingdom. The entire Nation of Disorder was gently trembling.
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In the underground of Strelitzia Section, Tussock River, Loen Kingdom, Ruin No. 1.
Inside the massive black mausoleum inscribed with numerous complex patterns, George III, wearing a Balam crown, stared intently at the mausoleum ceiling, the distorted symbols in his eyes like a flood overflowing.
Excitement, confusion, greed—all sorts of emotions mixed together, and a majestic voice echoed in the dead silent underground mausoleum:
"Nation of Disorder…"
In East Chester County, within a secret mausoleum, there stood a massive black stone mausoleum.
Bits of slightly deep light gathered, condensing into a figure in the dim air.
The figure had a somewhat square face, black hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and a thick beard, with a very solemn expression.
His statues or portraits often appeared in places like Commemoration Square; he was none other than William Augustus I, the founder and protector of Loen, its first king.
Although he did not utter a word, his deep blue eyes gradually turned golden, and the black mausoleum beneath his feet trembled slightly.
In the Feynapotter Kingdom, on the outskirts of Feynapotter City, deep within the Castiya Royal Cemetery, a deep, majestic voice then rang out:
"Nation of Disorder…"
Feysac Empire, Saint Milon, Giant King's Court.
The sky, where time seemed to be eternally suspended in an orange-red twilight, suddenly dimmed a few shades, then returned to normal.
Southern Continent, Star Plateau, on an altar embedded with eyeballs, arms, heads, and internal organs.
Crimson, blood-like light surged out like a tide, twisting into a deformed, tree-shaped phantom.
With a hum, human bones, candles, silver plates, golden boxes, and other items vibrated in unison, as if they could scratch a Spirit Body.
The surrounding worshippers instinctively bowed their heads, prostrating themselves blankly on the ground.
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Deep within the Fog Sea, on a primitive island, at the edge of a primeval forest with colossal trees, stood a black mausoleum built into a mountain.
Inside the mausoleum, covered with various symbols, on the central high platform filled with a sense of distortion, on that massive iron-black high-backed chair.
A blurry black figure raised his head, his face completely shrouded in the shadow of order, gazing towards the top of the mausoleum.
He seemed to have distorted some concept, scrutinizing an unknown space through layers of time, space, and mist.
His face immediately split open with two slits, as if two asymmetrical eyes had grown.
However, those "eyes" had no pupils, only a field of blood-red.
Immediately after, another slit opened below the two "eyes," also filled with pure blood-red light.
This finally gave the black figure a "mouth."
A dry, hoarse voice then echoed within this distorted space:
"Na… tion… of… Dis… order…"
This voice carried a hint of hesitation, a touch of bewilderment, as if it came from another world, and its tone conveyed clear pain, as if resisting something.
More slits opened on the black figure, extending downwards from the head, blooming into blood-red flowers on different parts of the body, as if a layer of shadow enveloped a mass of pure, glowing crimson.
At the same time, the colossal, deep-green, almost black trees on the primitive island waved their branches, successively pulled out their roots, and then, like humans, moved closer to the mausoleum.
Giant red dragons with flames flowing on their skin swiftly flew into the sky, eight-legged Demonic Wolves began to gallop between the trees…
All Beyonder and mutated creatures on the primitive island became restless, heading towards the mausoleum.
The entire primitive island seemed to have "come alive"!
The black mausoleum trembled slightly, and the shadow of order surged from every crack, instantly reducing the frequency of blood-red fissures appearing on the black figure to an extreme minimum.
The shadows poured back, filling those blood-red cracks, and the trend of "new birth" was distorted. The blood-red light slowly subsided, and all anomalies quieted down accordingly.
However, the black shadow permeating the primitive island had clearly diminished significantly, replaced by a certain indescribable feeling, and the entire primitive island underwent subtle, undefinable changes as a result.
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To advance to demigod and ensure the integrity of his Spirit Body against divine erosion, Aaron merged his sub-consciousness, which had always remained within the Sefirah, into his main consciousness.
In an instant, Aaron returned inside the Nation of Disorder. Connected to the Sefirah by thought, he immediately felt gazes prying.
A slight smile curled his lips as he instantly severed those gazes. With deep mastery over this Sefirah, the power he could wield within the Nation of Disorder was already extremely close to the Angel Sequence.
Unlike before, when he was helpless against Angels without using a Sealed Artifact of Sequence 0, he could now even gain some advantage when facing Sequence 2 Angels of the Justiciar and Black Emperor Pathways, provided he could mobilize the power of the Sefirah.
The high Beyonder characteristic of the Sefirah dictated that only high-ranking individuals of corresponding Pathways and beings closely connected to him, the controller, could sense it.
Aaron was not worried that the spies outside Lloyd City would notice anything. As for those at the peak of the Sequence, they wouldn't directly associate it with his humble Sequence 4 just based on this, but suspicion and probing would certainly be unavoidable.
After dealing with the effects of the Nation of Disorder's anomaly, Aaron began to examine himself:
"The potion was indeed partially digested right after consumption, almost half of it. I wonder if it's due to the Sefirah's bonus or my own reasons."
"But the remaining potion, I don't know how long it will take to digest."
"According to the new knowledge in my mind after advancing, the acting for an Imperative Mage mainly has two directions."
"First is the promulgator of imperatives, or rules. This is easy to solve. Once I take over as Duke of East Tucker, I can use the power of the entire family to perfect my 'Law Code'."
"It doesn't need to cover every aspect of society like the laws currently in force in various countries; it only needs to have a complete system to meet the requirements of an Imperative Mage."
"Second is the enforcer or punisher of rules. This is a bit troublesome. The war on the Southern Continent and my father's and my advancement have made the East Tucker Family a target."
"Although it's expected, it also means that all future actions must be as cautious as possible. If there's an opportunity, it's best to contact Adam. I now have some confidence to face the divinity of this creator."
"Hmm, I shouldn't be too arrogant. At the very least, I should first pray to the Evernight Goddess and gain her attention before acting."
After confirming that early acting was effective and considering his future path, Aaron explored the abilities of an Imperative Mage, combining the mystical knowledge he gained from his advancement with his observation of his own divine patterns:
"First is the most crucial incomplete mythological creature form. Even if I don't manifest it within the Sefirah, I can autonomously recover. The differentiated mist of order is more complex than the divine patterns I previously acquired, and it can better express concepts like order and rules."
"These changes in divine patterns are partly due to the newly acquired Beyonder characteristic, and partly from the mystical knowledge contained in the potion. This is both inherent to the Beyonder characteristic and obtained from higher levels."
Aaron, sitting on the throne, inexplicably thought of Amon. As a King of Angels of the Marauder Pathway, with Pallez feigning death, he could even directly delete information contained in higher dimensions, causing the demigod of the Jacob Family to lose much crucial knowledge.
"If someone were to interpret my divine patterns without losing control, they would obtain the potion formulas for the Arbiter Pathway from Sequence 9 all the way to demigod. This is also a characteristic of powerhouses above demigod."
"However, my current divine patterns are already deeply connected with the Nation of Disorder, which is also closely related to prayer and response. Directly observing my divine patterns is not much different from directly looking at an Angel's mythological creature form; at least the result is the same."
"Now, even without relying on the Sefirah, within the range of Lloyd City, I can rely on my differentiated sub-consciousness and the mist of order to instinctively hear prayers and give responses to a not-too-complex degree, without affecting my other actions."
"This is completely beyond what other Imperative Mages can achieve; only at Sequence 3 can one respond to a certain extent."
"All my Beyonder abilities have now been fundamentally strengthened. It's no longer limited to declaring prohibitions and judgments; I can formulate more detailed imperatives."
"For instance, the most frequently used and representative 'Mystical Weakening, Reality Strengthening' imperative can greatly weaken all Beyonder abilities and mystical influences within a certain range, while enhancing attacks originating from reality."
"The newly acquired 'Deprivation' imperative can directly deprive a target of a certain Beyonder ability. The duration is related to the target's Sequence. Even for a demigod, under the premise of mobilizing the Sefirah's power, it can seal them for at least 3 minutes, though only one ability can be deprived at a time."
"'Imprisonment' has been sublimated into 'Confinement.' It can not only confine targets, including spirit bodies, but also temporarily confine attacks and even corruption that do not exceed my own level."
"'Death' has directly sublimated into 'Execution.' Combined with a specific Sealed Artifact, this will become my strongest offensive method."
Putting the divination pendant back into the pile of miscellaneous items, Aaron's smile gradually widened:
"This time, it finally feels like my words carry the weight of law…"
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In a certain sea area of the Berserk Sea, Nast, the King of the Five Seas, who was sitting on the throne of the Black Emperor deep in thought, felt inexplicably agitated. A moment ago, he had a fleeting sensation that something extremely important to him had appeared.
But when he sensed it closely, there was no feedback. As a being closest to an Angel, Nast was certain that it wasn't an illusion just now. That kind of stirring from the depths of his soul was even stronger than when he first encountered Aaron's black emperor card.
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