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A dense aura of death, accompanied by the shattering of the talisman, surged outwards, and numerous skinless, bloody arms emerged from the ethereal "Underworld Gate," enveloping Lanevus.
Without even an extra sound, Klein watched with indifference as Lanevus's face rapidly decayed, oozing yellowish-green pus, and flesh dropped off piece by piece.
In an instant, only white bones remained of his face, and his two hollow eyeballs detached from their sockets, falling onto the sewer pipes corroded by the aura of death, almost simultaneously.
With a cracking sound, one of the culprits of the Tingen tragedy completely disintegrated, rotten chunks of flesh and stark white bones floating on top of the pus.
Under the intense erosion of the aura of death, the time for the Beyonder characteristic to precipitate was directly bypassed. A constantly wriggling and shapeshifting black viscous liquid, emitting a foul, degenerate aura, resisted the erosion of the aura of death.
Looking at the puddle of pus in front of him, Klein had no intention of performing a Psychic Mediumship ritual, fearing that the True Creator's divinity would pollute Lanevus's spirit, which would, in turn, affect himself.
The most crucial point was that the aura of death unleashed by this demigod-level talisman was impossible to conceal. As long as those people from MI9 weren't fools, they were definitely on their way, so there was no need to risk trying.
"Give up when you should…" Klein murmured to himself silently, a badge the size of an eyeball appearing in his hand, with a faint and thin spiritual glow quietly shining on it. It was the only spoils of war besides the Beyonder characteristic.
Just then, the Clown's danger premonition suddenly intensified. Klein abruptly looked towards the intertwined sewer pipes not far away. Without the slightest hesitation, enduring the stinging pain of his Spirit Body, he grabbed Lanevus's obviously corrupted Beyonder characteristic.
Klein, enveloped in a ghostly green "armor," instantly vanished from his original spot. In the very next second, this section of the sewer was enveloped by a faint golden light membrane, and a majestic ancient Hermes echoed within the pipes:
"Teleportation is forbidden here!"
A whooshing sound came, and Admiral Pantek, whose hairline had receded quite severely, appeared with a grim expression, clutching a piece of human skin in his clearly corroded right hand.
Strangely, as the flesh attached to the human skin wriggled, it faintly revealed a pitch-black cross, which was precisely the True Creator's divinity that Lanevus had stripped after devouring all the Aurora Order members and outwitting MI9.
After nearly two minutes, figures appeared one after another, most of them looking disheveled, bowing their heads under the indescribable sense of majesty and oppression.
They stopped a few meters away from the puddle of pus, and with the help of Dark Vision, they saw a death similar to that of Qilangos, the "Vice Admiral Hurricane" who had assassinated Duke Negan some time ago.
Admiral Pantek's eyes narrowed, and his brows furrowed tightly, while the Beyonders around him were momentarily stunned by this terrifying and mysterious scene in the dark environment.
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Above the gray fog, within the majestic and ancient palace.
Klein's figure suddenly appeared at the head of the mottled long table.
His Spirit Body state was not his inherent Beyonder ability, nor did it come from the mutual conversion of flesh and Spirit Body. It was the product of a ritual where he summoned himself and responded to himself.
And the power of this ritual originated from this mysterious space above the gray fog, from its uniqueness!
Therefore, as long as he succeeded, there was no need to attempt to escape; he could directly end the summoning and return above the gray fog, and then from there, instantly return to his physical body in the real world.
Because the space above the gray fog could block the power of deities like the Eternal Blazing Sun and the True Creator, Klein believed that without divine interference, no divination could bypass the gray fog to point to Sherlock Moriarty.
Quickly discarding Lanevus's Beyonder characteristic, after the "disinfection" by the gray fog, Klein's stinging Spirit Body finally eased. He leaned back against the chair and chuckled softly:
"Captain, how I wish you could have seen this scene too…"
A deep sigh echoed. At this moment, he felt that his Clown potion was completely digested!
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In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, lightning flashed across the night, bringing a momentary light to the desolate and silent plain. Cavendish Pinto gazed at the city not far away, its outline deep black, shadowy, and completely silent.
Noticing the faint mist remaining in the historical void corresponding to this area, Cavendish Pinto raised an eyebrow, a mix of pleasant surprise and unexpectedness.
Although they were both high-level Beyonders of the Seer Pathway, there was a certain degree of attraction between Beyonder characteristics. Relying solely on this level of Convergence ability, finding the Demonic Wolf through 'chance encounters' might take one, two, or even more years, and He was a complete mythical creature, capable of exerting some interference.
"This might be the puppet city previously occupied and constructed by the Demonic Wolf, 'Kotar.' I wonder why he chose to migrate. Perhaps I can find some useful clues…"
After some deliberation, illuminated by the dim yellow light of the lantern, his true body entered the historical void, while the projection of his consciousness, step by step, passed through the decaying and collapsed buildings, through the faint mist, and entered the ruins.
"The Demonic Wolf and I both belong to the Seer Pathway. He has an all-around suppression over me, a lower Sequence. If we were to encounter each other head-on, without holding back, I might not even have the chance to 'summon' an Angel projection, unless I succeed on the first try…"
Thinking this, Cavendish Pinto ignored the puppets whose Spirit Body threads had completely vanished, and cautiously walked towards the city center, soon arriving at a relatively intact church.
Inside the church stood a statue of a Demonic Wolf with eight legs, covered in dark, short fur.
A tuft of grayish-white fur was on the statue's head, and its pitch-black pupils occupied at least three-quarters of its eyes.
"Is this… that Demonic Wolf?"
Just as this thought flashed through Cavendish Pinto's mind, his pupils suddenly constricted. He saw the Demonic Wolf statue's eyes slightly turn, looking at him!
Without any hesitation, just as Cavendish Pinto was about to mentally command the dissolution of the historical projection, his brain went blank, as if all his thoughts had been stolen for an instant.
As his mind was in chaos, a gigantic, ancient, mottled clock phantom emerged from the statue's pitch-black pupils, rapidly expanding to envelop the entire city, its hands rotating counter-clockwise on grayish-white or greenish-black grids.
Beside Cavendish Pinto, who was stiff in place, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat, appeared, his lips slightly curled. He watched the slowly dissipating projection without stopping it, merely closing his eyes to sense for a moment, and his monocle glowed faintly.
"He who often walks by the river is bound to get his shoes wet…"
This thought flashed through Cavendish Pinto's mind, and he already knew what he had encountered.
No longer holding onto any lucky, he directly abandoned the puppets in the entire area, and after dissolving the projection, he frantically fled through the historical mist, more urgently chanting the honorific name of the "Lord of Order."
As he rushed towards an older era, his body suddenly stiffened as he stepped into the next historical fragment. The statue of the Demonic Wolf with eight legs, covered in dark, short fur, appeared before him again.
How could this be?
Thoughts boiled in his mind, but his body was already out of control. The spiritual warning, close to an Angel's level, showed no feedback, as if blocked by some power.
Looking at Cavendish Pinto's unmoving eyes, Amon, who had deceived the connection between the projection and the main body, grafting and tampering with the historical fragment this Scholar of Yore was about to enter to the church, pushed his crystal monocle and smiled, saying:
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
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Southern Continent, Porth Valley, Lloyd City.
Aaron, sitting in the study of the ducal mansion in the inner city, looked at the telegram in front of him with interest. It was an invitation from Governor Austen-Levitt of Oravi Island.
At the end of October, the Governor would hold a gathering. The telegram also subtly revealed that his elder brother, Earl Levitt, who served as a senator in the Upper House, and Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt, the supreme naval commander of the Central Sonia Sea, would also attend.
"The Levitt family…"
Putting down the telegram, Aaron tapped the table lightly, then slowly spoke after a moment:
"Send a reply telegram to the Governor, accepting his invitation. I will attend in person at that time."
"As you wish, Duke."
Glenn Weil re-collected the telegram. With a strong aura of Iron-Blooded Knight, Aaron, seeing the Reaper who had already advanced to Sequence 5 for almost a year, beckoned him:
"How are the potion and the advancement ritual being prepared now?"
Glenn Weil bowed respectfully and replied:
"I also participated in the war in West Balam. Taking advantage of that opportunity, most of the potion has now been digested, but the ritual still lacks something. The strength and tacit agreement of the team need some time to be honed."
Aaron nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:
"Complete the ritual as soon as possible. Old Joseph has been probing me quite a bit ever since he found out I still have a copy of the Iron-Blooded Knight Beyonder characteristic in my hands."
"The wave sweeping the world is not far off. I hope you understand the urgency of time!"
His words suddenly stopped. Urgent prayers suddenly appeared in Aaron's ears. Glenn Weil, who had roughly understood Aaron's meaning, showed joy on his face and immediately bowed and left without further delay.
With a slight thought, Aaron appeared in the Nation of Disorder, seated on the throne, and saw the prayer light representing Cavendish Pinto constantly contracting and expanding.
Realizing there was a problem, Aaron's spirituality surged in, and a prayer scene emerged. Through "True Vision," he saw a ruined city.
In the church in the city center, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and a monocle, leaned against a Demonic Wolf statue.
Below the statue, three Amons in black classical wizard robes, along with the stiff-limbed Cavendish Pinto, squatted beside a stone, earnestly playing poker cards stolen from who knows where, occasionally pushing up their monocles.
In other parts of this ruined city, Amons, either alone or in groups, leisurely strolled, pondered and wrote, or discussed various problems with each other.
In the dark and dangerous Forsaken Land of the Gods, what a harmonious scene this was, if only those young men weren't all wearing classical black robes, pointed soft hats, and monocles, with the same black hair, black eyes, broad foreheads, and thin faces, it would have been even better.
Aaron's lips twitched slightly. Looking at the piles of Amons and the distorted Amon entanglement around Cavendish Pinto's Spirit Body, he understood what had happened almost instantly.
Just then, the Amon sitting on the statue suddenly looked up, pushed his crystal monocle, and gazed across space at him.
Within the ruined city, all the Amons looked up. After about ten seconds, the Amons wearing pointed soft hats adjusted their crystal monocles in various ways and chuckled softly:
"Finally here!"
The Judgement and Black Emperor cards instantly merged into his body. Aaron mobilized the power of the Nation of Disorder, and the "Sun Chaser Scepter" in his hand accumulated light that purified everything.
Looking at the already parasitized Cavendish Pinto, and Amon, who was at ease and seemed to be waiting for him, Aaron's eyes narrowed slightly.
Before confirming whether the King of Angels level main body had arrived, he did not choose to make a move proactively. After sending Cavendish Pinto into the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Aaron had some psychological preparation for the current situation.
As a King of Angels of the Marauder Pathway, Amon's greatest desire now was Pallez Zoroast, who held the last Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic.
When Pallez made a move to graft fate and steal anchors during his last advancement to Sequence 3, it had probably already attracted Amon's attention. This was likely the direct reason for Amon's move.
However, I am different from Klein at that time. Attacking the Lord of Order is not cost-effective, unless that Blasphemer is willing to be corrupted by another Sefirah. Therefore, he most likely still wants to exchange information about Pallez with me using Cavendish Pinto.
As his thoughts gradually became clear, Aaron spread his will into the prayer light:
"This Scholar of Yore is My Blessed! If anything happens to him, I can guarantee that you will never achieve Error."
The Amon parasite on the Spirit Body sensed Aaron's will. On the statue, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat, chuckled and snapped his fingers, sighing:
"Tsk tsk tsk, I admit, your words really annoy me."
"Let's not beat around the bush. If we drag this out any longer, the Hanged Man's followers will come looking, and that would be troublesome for both you and me."
He pointed at Cavendish Pinto and continued:
"I guess you probably want to help him get the Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic from the Demonic Wolf. I have a very good suggestion: you tell me where Pallez is, and I'll help you hunt Kotar."
Having confirmed the idea in his mind, Aaron was no longer anxious. His will surged:
"That's certainly tempting, but now in the outside world, the Seven Deities descending is not difficult, which is not good news for you. Therefore, I have an even better suggestion."
"The Demoness Sect has a Sequence 1 Conqueror Beyonder characteristic. If you can get it, I can exchange Pallez's Worm of Time Beyonder characteristic with you."
The dense Amons on the street immediately started whispering to each other, seemingly arguing. Looking at this strange scene, Aaron's eyelids twitched. After thinking for a moment, his spirituality spread, and the Darkness mark glowed faintly.
Dark patterns rippled, and a palm-sized, bone cross binding a grayish-white stone dragon quietly appeared. It was the item Adam had given him back in Tingen.
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