Even though Klein had mentally prepared himself when he decided to follow the captain to the cathedral, his body still trembled when he met those dark, deep eyes; this was a suppression originating from a higher life-level.
The only comforting thing was that his perception of Sefirah Castle was not blocked as it had been in Foggy Town.
Returning the faintly glowing medal to the Bizzaro Sorcerer, who was favored by the Goddess, Dabomachie's surrounding darkness surged, pushing the somewhat dazed Dunn out of the main hall before she slowly spoke:
"The war in the Amantha Mountains is intense, gathering many demigods. If used well, it can help you quickly digest the Bizzaro Sorcerer potion."
"However, it is also very dangerous. If the Feysac military or the God of Combat's Church intervenes, I might not be able to act at a crucial moment. You must control this balance yourself."
"Additionally, Zaratul has returned to normal. Keep this medal safe; it can provide you with 'Concealment' when facing the Secret Order."
Zaratul! Almost the instant he heard that name, Klein held his breath. The sense of relaxation he had felt after advancing to demigod instantly vanished. In his chaotic thoughts, the words he had been pondering suddenly became difficult to utter.
Withdrawing her gaze from Klein, Dabomachie gently lifted her hand, and above the head of the Feysac military demigod, a slightly blurred soul of Egor Einhorn emerged.
Innumerable black threads, as if alive, surged from the surrounding darkness, coiling around the soul. In just a few breaths, the resentful and terrified expression on Egor Einhorn's ethereal face completely turned blank.
Dabomachie's eyes slightly lowered as she perused the information obtained through forced spirit-channeling. A moment later, she nodded gently, pressing her hand down to release the "drained" soul back.
Having regained control over the puppet, Klein immediately split off a Spirit Body Thread, completely puppeting Egor Einhorn. After a moment of hesitation, he still asked:
"Your Holiness, do you know that George III has actually advanced to an angel?"
Her indifferent expression showed no change. Dabomachie remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked:
"Do you have enough evidence to convince the two Popes of the Church of Storms and the Church of Steam?"
Klein opened his mouth but did not respond. He couldn't possibly take the puppet Panatiya off Sefirah Castle in front of the Pope.
And during his last spirit-channeling divination using Sefirah Castle, the most crucial information had already been erased.
Moreover, in the current situation where Loen was engulfed in war, even if the Loen Royal Family bypassed the three great covenants signed in ancient times, even the most volatile Church of Storms would probably not turn hostile at this moment.
Sighing inwardly, Klein no longer dwelled on this question and instead asked:
"Your Holiness, how can I obtain the subsequent potion formulas for the Seer Pathway?"
The figure draped in religious robes and wearing a triple crown vanished into the darkness, leaving only an echoing voice:
"Accumulate enough merits, or offer equivalent items to the Goddess, requesting a bestowal…."
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Outside the Sonia Sea safe passage, the entrance to the Sea of Ruins.
Aaron emerged from the Spirit World with Ricciardo, and not far behind them was the storm that seemed to connect heaven and earth.
Below their feet was a massive chasm where the azure seawater was severed, cascading like a waterfall into the bottomless "abyss," yet never filling it.
Under the illumination of silver-white lightning flashes, dense torrential rain danced with the wind, creating a scene like the end of the world, yet it silently vanished upon approach.
Feeling the familiar chaotic order, Aaron's thoughts stirred, and he instantly arrived inside the Sea of Ruins. Here, the "daylight," along with the True Creator's murmurs mixed within it, had been stolen by Amon, breaking the already precariously maintained balance. Night had almost enveloped the entire golden ocean.
Following behind Aaron, the power contained within the darkness did not affect Ricciardo. He also noticed pure light flickering in the darkness not far away, like a night sky adorned with stars.
The next second, the "stars" converged, forming Bernadette's figure. The "Die of Probability" wrapped in "amber" in her hand was much calmer due to the influence of the residual divine power in the surroundings.
Her Eye of Mystery suddenly stung. Feeling the oppressive sensation that approached that of the Hidden Sage, Bernadette's azure pupils slightly contracted, and after a second of delay, she bowed.
Noticing Bernadette's change in expression, Aaron didn't pay much attention. After shielding Ricciardo's hearing, he directly spoke in a majestic and grand voice:
"When this matter is concluded, I will take you to see Roselle once. You can personally witness his predicament."
"And to help him escape his predicament, to truly solve the problem, he can only accept another contamination of the same level and more compatible with him, forming a certain balance, such as the Nation of Disorder!"
"Even those few in the Astral World cannot accomplish this. Only I, after ascending to godhood, will have the ability to free Roselle."
Looking at the slightly moved Bernadette, Aaron paused and added:
"George III should only be missing the final ritual of godhood to become the Black Emperor. Although the exact time cannot be determined, it will certainly be during this war that has swept across the entire world."
"Once a new Black Emperor is born, Roselle will lose everything, just like Solomon in the Fourth Epoch!"
Bernadette had no hesitation, even showing a rare eagerness:
"Do you know where he is? What else do I need to do?"
Waving his hand, Aaron calmly explained:
"In the Fog Sea, within his last mausoleum. That place has been eroded by the power of an Outer God, which is why Roselle, though not truly dead, has never returned through the special means of the 'Black Emperor'."
"The 'Pale Death' Sealed Artifact you previously offered, I have completely shattered. This Sealed Artifact will be temporarily used by me. In exchange, I will try to help you advance to the Knowledge Emperor later!"
"And now, first help Ricciardo advance. Will Auceptin will act if necessary."
Taking a deep breath to suppress the thoughts in her heart, Bernadette nodded. Her body disintegrated into a pure stream of information, carrying the "Die of Probability" and rushing into the depths of the Sea of Ruins, stirring the tributaries of the River of Fate with the chaotic residual divine power.
From Ricciardo's body, which had been shielded from perception, a drop of silver blood with countless tiny, illusory rotating wheels now flew out, instantly transforming into a blood-colored membrane that enveloped his entire body, carrying him into the shimmering silver-white long river.
Two distinctly different destinies collided and merged at this moment, and Ricciardo simultaneously swallowed the Chaoswalker potion.
No longer paying attention to Ricciardo, Aaron connected to the Nation of Disorder, using the imprint left behind when he previously advanced to Balancer there, attempting to activate the conflicting residual divine power in the core area, preparing a surprise for Ouroboros.