Egor withdrew his gaze from Panatiya, his eyes devoid of fear, only surging battle intent. A scorching white flame suddenly rose from his body, sweeping outwards and scorching this hazy world.
As a seasoned Iron-Blooded Knight, he decisively revealed his incomplete Mythical Creature form. No matter what had happened to Panatiya, the Mirror World she unleashed as a Marionette could not compare to that of a normal Demoness of Despair.
Even without the fleet's buffs, an Iron-Blooded Knight's brute force could completely break through this blockade, though it would take some time.
Using the shadow jump from Creeping Hunger to cut off the retreat of the Imperative Mage from Feynapotter, Klein, who had reverted to his Gehrman Sparrow appearance, had the Eye of Rusco emanating a faint glow from the bloody slit in his palm.
He had just overdrawn the Sea God Scepter, and the cost of dealing with Egor in a short time, given the physique of an Iron-Blooded Knight, was too great.
Therefore, after understanding the battle situation through Arrodes, Klein decisively sacrificed a portion of Panatiya's divinity and made a wish to the Eye of Rusco, blinding the demigod's spiritual intuition. He then used the mirror space to temporarily trap him, separating him from the army.
"Gehrman Sparrow..."
The situation was instantly reversed. Now, it was his turn to be caught between two demigods. The Imperative Mage of the Feynapotter Royal Family finally showed a change in expression, clearly recognizing the mad adventurer who had been extremely famous in the Berserk Sea recently. His low voice contained suppressed fury.
According to the treaty signed between the Royal Family and Feysac, this joint fleet's strategic surprise attack was supposed to at least destroy the effective forces of the Loen Desi Fleet, and even cut off the shipping lane between Desi Bay and the Rorsted Archipelago.
But now, with the Church of Evernight's archbishops and senior deacons scattered for defense, they could still suddenly send two demigods to support Desi Bay. Forget achieving their previous strategic objectives, even allowing this joint fleet to safely retreat to the Fog Sea would likely come at a significant cost.
Although Dunn, whose several abilities were "forbidden" and whose posture was somewhat disheveled, was pleasantly surprised by Klein's arrival, he did not waste time on pleasantries at this moment. The opened Underworld Gate spewed forth a death aura that was almost solid, eroding the tottering Imperatives, working in conjunction with the Spirit Body Threads manipulated by Klein.
With a cold snort, the man in luxurious attire pressed his right hand down and said:
"Weaken Mysticism, Enhance Reality!"
As soon as his voice fell, the bronze door immediately became illusory, and the continuous stream of Spirit World creatures and dense death aura began to dissipate uncontrollably.
Having gained a moment of respite, he forcibly broke free from the Spirit Body Threads that sought to control him.
After falling into a disadvantage in the clash of demigod-level powers, he unhesitatingly magnified his own advantages, ordering the retreating joint fleet to turn their cannons.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cannons roared madly, sending shells trailing red or faint blue light whistling through the air.
But in the next second, these shells were swallowed by the surging, spreading dark clouds. The two Saints confronting each other on Esiksen Island seemed to have determined a victor!
His spiritual intuition pulsed violently. Before he could react, Klein and Dunn were caught off guard and sent flying by a force. The residual power, like maggots on bone, devoured their life force.
After transferring the damage to his Marionette, Klein noticed that the Imperative Mage's figure had long since vanished, and the spreading dark clouds had completely enveloped the entire sea at this moment.
Frowning, Klein stopped Dunn, who still wanted to pursue, and after nodding at the massive face formed by dark clouds in the sky, he sensed the Spirit Body Threads extending into the void.
The faint sound of shattering was extremely small amidst the booming thunder. A scorching white flame spear pierced through the void, and Panatiya's once again charred body fell. Before the arrogant and ruthless expression on Egor's face could fully spread, he felt three extremely oppressive gazes fall upon him.
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Winter County, Cathedral of Serenity.
"What a surging tide of the times..."
Aaron put down the telegram he had just sorted, muttering with an inexplicable tone. The entire Northern Continent, except for Intis which was still wavering, was almost completely drawn into the war.
The local advantage in Desi Bay could not conceal Loen's overall disadvantage. Desi County and Sivellaus County in the north, located at the border of the three nations, were continuously suffering losses.
Especially the latter, which was Loen's concentrated area for heavy industry and mineral resources. Once it fell, if the supply from the Southern Continent was also affected, Loen's war potential would continuously drain away.
"The colonial areas in the Southern Continent can be stirred up..."
A sense of urgency flashed in his mind. Aaron pondered for a moment, then his figure silently vanished, returning to the Nation of Disorder.
Dense, dark-gold mist gathered on his body, transforming into an intricate, luxurious, yet majestic armor. The nine-layered crown of the same color emitted a distorted sensation of coexisting chaos and order.
Feeling the intoxicating power, Aaron took a deep breath, and the slight sense of urgency dissipated. He checked on the Genie, who was feigning death in self-isolation.
After confirming that the previous seal had not been quietly tampered with, Aaron then lit up the prayer points of Moon City's High Priest Nim and Cavendish, and took out 0-21, the Ring of Mysteries, placing it into the dark-gold double-door formed by the former.
The entire palace gently shook. In the boundless dark-gold world, the illusory "Moon City" visibly accelerated its rate of swallowing and exhaling dark-gold mist.
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Forsaken Land of the Gods, a certain mountain range north of the Abyss passage.
Cavendish, holding a beast-skin lantern, stopped and listened to the majestic voice echoing in his mind.
To evade the tracking of the Angel of the Holy Word Steph, he had stayed in this desolate land for several months, simultaneously collecting Beyonder characteristics that could be exploited and attempting to find traces of the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar, who had escaped last time.
When the voice in his mind completely dissipated, Cavendish's expression became blank. Only a historical projection remained here; he had already returned to the historical fog.
Half a Forsaken Land of the Gods away, on the easternmost side of the barrier formed by grayish-white mist, in the central square of Moon City, High Priest Nim flipped the illusory starry book in his hand, using the "Record" ability.
He raised his hand and grabbed, trying several times before pulling out Cavendish's historical projection. Almost the instant he emerged from the historical fog, his eyes regained their vitality.
He glanced at the four demigods behind Nim, two of whom were Iron-Blooded Knights whose spirituality had not yet fully converged, clearly having just advanced recently. Cavendish nodded in satisfaction, not finding this too surprising.
After all, one of the characteristics was obtained by him while sweeping through the Forsaken Land of the Gods, and the Iron-Blooded Knight's advancement ritual was indeed very suitable for the current Moon City.
Without wasting time, while retracting his gaze, using the special anchor point of the historical projection, he spoke in a deep voice, making a wish to himself:
"I wish for my true body to return to Moon City right now!"