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Countless tawny branches lashed against the continuously wriggling Flesh and Blood Door, but they couldn't advance an inch. The roars, powerful enough to tear apart spiritual bodies, originally contained the deepest malice and alluring desire, but at this moment, they also held a hint of anger and confusion.
It couldn't understand why this human, bearing the aura of the Nation of Disorder, could advance so quickly, or how the embryonic divine kingdom formed in such a short time could be so vast.
The meticulously prepared trap was completely disrupted by Adam's sudden appearance and this incredible speed of advancement. After completely losing its connection to the last Abomination characteristic, the Mother Tree of Desire, no matter how unwilling It was, understood that retreating as quickly as possible and minimizing losses was the most appropriate course of action.
The originally extremely agitated Suah no longer frantically charged towards the retreating Astolfo. Beneath the illusory image of an ancient, mottled clock, the extremely slow, dark, viscous arms slowly retracted, wrapping around its 'trunk,' tightly enveloping it. From a distance, it resembled a swollen fruit.
The dark arms forming the 'branches' gradually withered, while the 'fruit' on the trunk continuously expanded, as if something new was being nourished and growing from the original body.
As the 'fruit' grew, a terrifying curse spread inch by inch, quickly infecting the mottled clock that enveloped Suah and the Flesh and Blood Door with black curse.
Countless golden chains spread out, and illusory cities emerged, collectively forming a nearly real continent. It quietly floated behind Aaron, seemingly carrying the oppressive weight of an entire world, and the rules of the entire Sea of Ruins pressed down on the Flesh and Blood Door.
No matter what method the Mother Goddess of Depravity used to borrow the power of Mr. Door to create such a gateway that allowed Outer Deities to infiltrate some of their power, this entity, at the apex of Outer Deities, was currently being held back by Adam. As long as this Door was destroyed, it could at least cut off Suah's escape route.
The oppressive feeling of a world, as real as it could be, falling seemed to have exceeded Pallez's limit. The mottled clock, already suffering from the curse's erosion, completely collapsed at this moment.
Illusory insects crawled out from the deep black cracks, re-coalescing into Pallez on the even more distant sea surface. He tightly clutched the 'Die of Probability,' which was still in a dead state.
The countless tawny branches blocked behind the Flesh and Blood Door seemed to foresee some danger. They stopped lashing at the dark-gold barrier formed by rules and rapidly retracted, layering themselves over the Chained God, forming a giant cocoon that continuously expanded and contracted.
A terrifying roar, entirely different from before but even more terrifying, erupted from the giant cocoon. It pierced through the restraint of the rule barrier, echoing in every corner of the entire Sea of Ruins.
Despite reacting immediately due to the protection of the Nation of Disorder, Aaron was still affected by this roar, and the descending world paused for a second. A thought immediately arose in His mind:
"The Perpetual Blatherer, the Heartless God!"
With this shriek from the Mother Tree of Desire, Suah's body instantly collapsed when it expanded to a certain limit.
Viscous, black liquid, condensed with the most venomous curses, raged outwards like a storm. The 'fruit' on the trunk grew a dark brown vine, carrying the deepest malice and alluring desire, reaching towards the Flesh and Blood Portal.
At the most critical moment, the Mother Tree of Desire made the most insane choice, sacrificing Suah, the Abomination who had dominated the Rose School of Thought for hundreds of years.
Using this Sequence 1 angel's desperate self-detonation, working from both inside and out, it forcibly opened a crack in the barrier, allowing the heavily damaged Sequence 1 characteristic to return to the Chained God.
Being face-to-face with a self-detonating Sequence 1 angel, if it weren't for being in the ruins of a God War, where He could temporarily control the rules of this area and barely mobilize the residual divine power for defense, He would have been severely injured, if not dead, by the terrifying pollution, affecting the balance of His anchors.
But even with the Nation of Disorder's emergency protection, after directly facing the terrifying explosion, the descending world was slowly, uncontrollably collapsing.
The strongest strike, launched with the residual divine power accumulated in the Sea of Ruins for over a thousand years, was blocked. Aaron's expression remained unchanged, His eyes transforming into two surging dark-gold vortices.
Having become a truly complete mythical creature, He had completely taken control of the Nation of Disorder. With the Sequence 1 characteristic that He hadn't yet accommodated, He could, to some extent, be considered an enhanced version of the Hand of Order!
This was also why He could mobilize the residual divine power immediately after advancing. As golden chains vibrated, an enormous object, only slightly smaller than the descending world, was dragged out.
The dark brown vine, containing Suah's Abomination characteristic, slammed heavily into the metal covered with dark-gold divine patterns, and a muffled impact echoed.
The incredibly vast Specter Empire seemed to have transcended thousands of years of time, returning to reality at this moment, completely blocking the Flesh and Blood Door!
Standing at the very top of the black mausoleum, Cavendish looked at the personal guards of Trenos who had returned from the Door of Afterlife. A complex and indescribable excitement flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he swallowed the Miracle Invoker potion without hesitation.
Pallez, who was already at the edge of the battlefield, suddenly changed his expression. Twisted worms vaguely crawled over his body. As the main orchestrator of fate stealing, the advancement of the stolen target would also affect him.
Aaron, who had been staring intently at the Flesh and Blood Portal, suddenly turned His head. An invisible force suddenly appeared, isolating Pallez into another space.
Where Pallez had stood, a black-haired young man wearing a pointed soft hat suddenly appeared. He pinched the monocle over his right eye and muttered with a hint of regret:
"What a pity, just one step away. I really didn't expect your ritual to advance to an angel to be completed so quickly."
A blazing, pure ball of light greeted this playful voice. Aaron held the Scepter of Sun and attacked directly without any unnecessary words.
He could sense the changes in the order of this space. No matter how Amon tried to deceive the rules and conceal his tracks, He could clearly sense the arrival of this Blasphemer and react accordingly.
He also sensed the peculiarity of Amon's body, which was clearly just a clone.
That feeling, as if it could encompass everything, yet also seemed to breed twisted will, was the aura of the Chaos Sea!
"What did this guy do in Chernobyl?"
Amon, bound by the rules, still wore an enigmatic smile. The other half of his face, not covered by the monocle, suddenly became sinister, and his pupils seemed to turn into black tides.
Another almost overlooked battlefield also underwent an anomaly. The collapsing light spot suspended in the sky suddenly twisted, transforming back into a radiant human figure supporting heaven and earth.
However, unlike before, one eye had turned into a chaos that seemed to encompass everything, while the other was stained with blood. The light behind him condensed into a radiant cross.
A terrifying scene, like history repeating itself, emerged:
This brilliant human figure was hung upside down on the radiant cross. No attack appeared, yet His body was being dismembered bit by bit.
Dull golden blood fell back towards the azure sea. The trunk split open in the middle, but what emerged was not a dark infant embodying all evil, but a serene and composed priest.
Adam raised His arms, looking at the gradually dismembered radiant human figure, as if embracing the Sun.
The colossal, brilliant radiant cross disintegrated, transforming into an ancient silver cross pendant, flying back into Adam's hand. Along with it, an eyeball stained with blood, seemingly gathering all yin energy, also flew back.
The other eye, which seemed to encompass everything, twisted and changed as it flew back, forming an ancient, mottled stone tablet. However, in mid-air, it abruptly changed direction and was caught by the strangely behaving Amon.
Adam did not stop him, watching Amon, who was smiling evilly, enveloped by a bright, blazing ball of light, disappearing with the second Blasphemy Slate.
Within the Specter Empire, Cavendish's figure also completely disintegrated into a mass of distorted, wriggling Worms of Spirit at this moment. After leaving an imprint in the historical fog and reconstructing his body, he finally successfully completed the advancement ritual.
Almost at the same moment, a three-layered jewelry box, silver-black with various gemstones embedded, flew out from the depths of the enormous black mausoleum.
Invisible forces manipulated the Box of the Great Old Ones, quickly opening the second layer, revealing the scene inside.
It was pitch black, and even the surrounding barrier seemed to have merged into it, giving a sense of endlessness and bottomlessness.
A moment later, countless specks of brilliance lit up in that pitch blackness, as if it had transformed into a miniature Cosmos, a miniature universe.
These brilliant light points rotated rapidly, causing the surrounding scenery to change multiple times within a second.
Finally, it settled on a desolate plain covered in black thorns, and the most striking feature was a bright full moon hanging in the sky, completely different from the outside world.
The Sanguine Holy Land, Nation of the Moon!
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Rorsted Archipelago's capital, Bayam, the City of Generosity. The clouds hung low, and the rain was continuous, as if endless.
Klein rubbed his aching temples, looking at the extremely abnormal weather outside the window, knowing that the confrontation between the Church of Storms' Cardinal, the Punisher Senior Deacon, and the lingering Sea God Kalvetua was still ongoing.
He had arrived in Bayam two days prior. Through Danitz's introduction, when he asked the local resistance fighters who believed in Kalvetua to get two tickets to smuggle him to Sonia Island, he was contaminated.
He didn't know if it was because he used the gray fog space and the Blasphemy Slate to clear Kalvetua's pollution, or if the Sea God's state just happened to be at its limit, unable to suppress the madness within.
Since late last night, the entire Bayam had been enveloped by a terrifying storm, and until now, the lingering sense of dread in his heart had not dissipated.
"High risk, high reward. With the help of that gray fog space and the Blasphemy Slate, perhaps I can do something..."
After much internal struggle, Klein finally made up his mind. He put on the 'Creeping Hunger' and, looking at the somewhat nervous Danitz, asked in an uninflected tone:
"Do you know the prayer words corresponding to the Sea God?"
Unsure how long Bayam's lockdown would last, Danitz, somewhat worried about missing the pirate gathering, was momentarily stunned by the question. But under the gaze of those indifferent eyes, he dared not ask more. He cleared his throat and replied:
"Yes, I've seen the resistance army perform rituals several times."
"Uh, specifically, 'The Favored of the Sea and the Spirit World, Protector of the Rorsted Archipelago, Ruler of Underwater Creatures, Master of Tsunamis and Storms, the Great Kalvetua.'"
"Oh, and the two times it was effective were when it was recited in Elvish..."
Before Danitz could finish speaking, he saw layers of grayish-white scales appear on the human skin glove on the crazy adventurer's right hand, and his figure disappeared.
But spiritual intuition told Danitz that an invisible person stood before him. His words caught in his throat. Only when the heavy rain outside the window subsided did he tentatively grope around the room.
"Damn it! If not now, when?!"
Confirming that Gehrman Sparrow had left, Danitz, beaming with joy, no longer cared about the Storm Church's lockdown and martial law in Bayam. With multiple properties in Bayam, finding a hiding place was not difficult for him.
After destroying all his personal belongings, Danitz carefully avoided patrols and arrived at a two-story attic. After preparing enough food for a month, he went to the basement.
After sealing it with a complete Wall of Spirituality, Danitz, regaining his freedom, lay comfortably on the bed:
"No matter how strong you are, you'll still drink my bathwater. I don't believe this guy can stay in Bayam for a month!"
"Sigh, it's just a pity about the mission the captain gave me..."
Klein ignored Danitz. Anyway, he had already placed a mark on his captive. If a mere Wall of Spirituality could block the perception of the gray fog space, then Klein would admit defeat.
Using 'Psychological Invisibility' to avoid patrols, he arrived at an abandoned warehouse in the slum. Just as he was offering a gold coin imbued with gray fog to Kalvetua through a ritual, an indescribable feeling arose in his heart.
Thin, grayish-white mist appeared before his eyes, and familiar yet painful whispers echoed. Klein almost instinctively looked up at the sky through the broken glass.
Overcast, pouring rain, the sky, like before a storm, now strangely displayed a crimson moon, as if soaked in blood. Stars twinkled almost simultaneously, like countless eyeballs peering at the world, carrying boundless malice.
This feeling was fleeting. The thin, grayish-white mist before Klein's eyes receded, and the eerie and terrifying crimson moon and stars disappeared with it. Only dense dark clouds were reflected in his eyes now.
But strangely, the heavy rain that had enveloped Bayam suddenly stopped at this moment, and the entire Rorsted Archipelago seemed to fall into an eerie calm.
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