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As a high-ranking member of the Feysac Empire's imperial family, Einhorn was extremely familiar with the Church of the God of Combat and the Twilight Great Hall that had stood outside Saint Milone for over a thousand years.
As the greenish-black giant's head in his shared vision gradually overlapped with a figure from a fresco in his memory, a hint of astonishment and fury flashed in the depths of Einhorn's eyes.
The item that the Church of the God of Combat had painstakingly searched for over a thousand years was now being used against him; Einhorn dared not hesitate in the slightest, mentally communicating with the entire Sonia Sea Fleet, unifying the minds of all crew members with himself as the dominant force.
The attacker's objective was extremely clear; they bypassed the physical body, which Hunters and Warriors were most Apprentice at, and directly used the collective subconscious sea to transmit the roar originating from the ancient god.
All crew members below Demigod felt a buzzing in their minds, but with the damage distributed, the Warrior Pathway crew members, who were on the verge of losing control, found their states alleviated.
A strong aura of iron and blood emanated as Einhorn actively took on the corruption distributed to him, and in turn, locked onto the source of the corruption.
The mist shrouding the fleet instantly vanished, accompanied by terrifying aura overflowing, with storms and lightning intertwining, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Siatas, holding the Sea God Scepter, stood at the center of the storm, leaving the ancient god's head in the collective subconscious sea to deter any fleet members attempting to leave on their own, and met Einhorn's gaze.
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Feeling the Angelic aura erupting nearby, Prince Grove showed no joy at all, his expression gloomy as he watched the Silver Knight, who stood not far away, plunge his orange-red longsword into the ironclad.
Bayer Baile, who appeared instantly through the collective subconscious sea, used the "Demon Hunter's" ability to mask killing intent, deceiving the Prince's spiritual intuition and allowing him to take the Silver Knight's full-power strike at close range.
If not for the "Weaken Mysticism, Enhance Reality" decree and his constantly strengthening physique since becoming a Disciplinary Knight, Grove would have been severely wounded by now.
Suppressing his churning spirituality and blood, Prince Grove wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his tone cold and implicitly warning:
"Our only objective this time is to eliminate Nast."
"If you leave now, I can pretend that everything before never happened. You can take the 'Morning Star' and leave this sea area!"
His response was a sweeping "Hurricane of Light." Silver rays appearing everywhere caused the ironclad to shake violently, and the terrifying cannon fire that struck fear into pirates was useless at this moment.
Damn it… Grove dodged, looking at the damaged ironclad, and angrily raised his hand towards the silver-armored giant, growling:
"Deprive!"
"Execute!"
The two consecutive decrees did not achieve the expected effect. Under Grove's disbelieving gaze, the brilliant storm merely paused for a moment before continuing forward, completely engulfing the towering turret at the front of the ironclad.
The cannon platform, covered in the light of dawn, shook violently. Lines of patterns lit up, and under the ravages of the Hurricane of Light, tree-branch-like cracks appeared.
A cold smile played on Bayer Baile's lips. When a "Demon Hunter" advances to a "Silver Knight," different characteristics are born depending on the blessing of the deity.
Bayer Baile, who advanced with the blessing of the "Lord of Order," inherently had a certain degree of restraint against decrees. He withstood the limitations of the decrees to force Grove back, fully damaging the ironclad to alleviate Nast's pressure.
These three pirate kings who usurped the title are in cahoots! Grove's expression turned grim, and he already understood, even beginning to consider retreating.
The Sonia Sea Fleet, which the Feysac Empire promised to dispatch in the contract, also encountered obstacles; that Angel was clearly being held back.
If this continued, he might be fine, but the ironclad might sink as a result.
Many thoughts flashed through Grove's mind. His expression was solemn as he simultaneously blocked Bayer Baile's destruction and ordered the ironclad to return. The three existing Pirate Kings of the Five Seas had unexpectedly converged, a force that had exceeded his control.
And just then, the sea area enveloped by cannon fire and storm seemed to pause for a second. Masses of distorted shadows of order surged out of the void, re-coalescing into Nast's figure.
He seemed to be in another world with completely different underlying rules, swimming forward like a shadow between two contradictory rivers of fate: one surging and flowing, the other almost still.
His spirituality constantly heightened, Nast's somewhat chaotic consciousness suddenly cleared, and he found himself in an ancient, magnificent palace. In the depths of the palace sat a blurry figure shrouded in dark gold mist, exuding an irresistible majesty.
Cosmos, so this is the apocalypse… Nast's expression became dazed for a moment, and he slowly knelt on one knee, offering his loyalty to the high and mighty deity.
Aaron, who had activated his complete Mythical Creature form and firmly controlled the Nation of Disorder, watched the successful advancement of Nast with satisfaction. The Sefirah imprint, originally integrated into the Duke of Entropy Beyonder characteristic, now truly merged with Nast under his manipulation.
The entire dark gold world began to surge. Several illusory oceans appeared outside the continent, which hosted numerous phantom cities. The already vast embryonic Divine Kingdom was growing ever closer to a true world phantom.
Using the imprint of the Nation of Disorder to bind Nast as a subordinate deity, any faith in Nast generated within the Five Seas, whether from worship or fear, now served as an anchor for Aaron to construct his embryonic Divine Kingdom.
Feeling that subtle connection, Aaron's mood was extremely pleasant, and even the way he looked at Nast softened considerably.
To make this newly promoted Angel work harder to collect faith from the Five Seas for him, Aaron also made his promise:
"You are now qualified to know the truth of the world. Go and do what you must do."
"When you truly conquer all the oceans, in the new world, I will crown you king."
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The first to detect the rule anomaly in this sea area was "Balancer" Dlink Augustus, who was currently fighting Bernadette. The crown woven from thorns on his head was like a second rising Sun, igniting even the more conceptual information flow.
Even Bernadette, who had transformed into a pure information creature, temporarily avoided the brunt of such scorching, but when she reformed her body not far away, a smile appeared on her face.
After forcing Bernadette back, Dlink Augustus did not hesitate, quickly approaching the ironclad. Nast had been at Sequence 3 for nearly a hundred years, unable to advance due to the lack of Angelic characteristics.
And because of George III's plan, Dlink Augustus also roughly knew the whereabouts of the remaining high-level Beyonder characteristics of the Black Emperor Pathway. Precisely because of this, Nast's sudden advancement and the alliance of the three Pirate Kings made him even more furious.
But the current situation no longer allowed him to think much. The plan to hunt Nast had completely failed, and all he could do now was try his best to salvage the losses.
In a secret mausoleum downstream of the Tussock River in Backlund, the layered, distorted symbols imprinted on the outer wall of the black mausoleum lit up. Dlink Augustus, with a solemn expression, was about to descend to the Sonia Sea by leveraging "0-36" and that power projection.
Tidal waves of pure golden light surged from his pupils, radiating energy and soul-scorching heat, instantly illuminating the entire dim underground mausoleum, but the next second, it returned to normal.
Dlink Augustus still stood in place, but his eyes were tightly closed, seemingly enduring some kind of backlash. In that instant, he had lost control of "0-36"!
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