Ignoring the Hidden Sage's delirious ravings, Aaron's thoughts stirred, and the order that constructed this isolated space surged, transforming into a barrier that once again separated the torrent of information gradually dying in death and the feathered serpent formed from the Pale Emperor's Beyonder characteristic.
Aaron sensed the outside world, especially the intersection of the Sea of Ruins and the Forsaken Land of the Gods, and at the same time decisively threw the historical projection of the Sun Chaser Scepter, which he had been charging, towards that crimson moonlight.
Unlike before, the Trunsoest Brass Book within the Nation of Disorder simultaneously began to flip, and the entire dark gold world showed a clear "boiling."
Perceiving the power contained within the brilliant light, that crimson expanse seemed to have a life of its own. Guided by some ineffable power, it gathered and outlined various evil and defiled symbols, and an unimaginable tide of pollution emanated like a flood.
But this was, after all, within the barrier. After being isolated by the nascent Divine Kingdom, although this power was of an extremely high Sequence, it was ultimately like rootless duckweed.
In an instant, a blazing, dazzling Sun appeared in this silently rendered dark gold world, causing all the bloody hues to rapidly recede.
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Outside this world, on the orbiting Moon, a crimson ocean flowed, submerging everything, as if encompassing and digesting this giant satellite.
The light on the surface of the Crimson Moon pulsed and contracted, and the bloody ocean rapidly condensed towards the center, constantly piling up, eventually forming a blood-red phantom whose specific appearance could not be clearly seen.
This phantom was countless times larger than the Moon, with countless eyes. It looked down at the blue planet, its chilling gaze fixed on the various areas that were lighting up one by one on the world barrier.
In the more distant Cosmos, the Brown Star, Orange Star, Scarlet Star, Gold Star, and Earth simultaneously flickered, as if blinking.
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Northern Continent, Amantha Mountains.
Illusory black threads snapped one by one under the morning light, and all spiritual beings in this area completely fell into silence.
The Hurricane of Light subsided, and the Silver Knight, covered in silver-white armor, stood silently on the collapsed hill. Complex dark green symbols emerged in the depths of his eyes. After scanning his surroundings, the heavy, broad Sword of Dawn in his hand, which seemed to be condensed from light, slowly dissipated.
Northwest of the Amantha Mountains, at the source of the Tussock River, a valley in the Myr Minsk Mountains.
Klein coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with light particles, looking somewhat disheveled. After a long while, he reached out and collected the few inactive Spirit-Worms, entangled by silver-white arcs of light, from his blood.
Behind him, Panatiya and Egor Einhorn were in an even more miserable state, especially the latter. As an Iron-Blooded Knight whose physical strength was enough to stand out among many demigods, his chest had now been pierced through.
Ignoring his own injuries, Klein somewhat painedly checked his two great demigod puppets. After a moment, he grinned and silently exhaled:
"Is this Sequence 3 Silver Knight? Truly terrifying...."
After leaving the Cathedral of Serenity, he had been wandering the battlefield, and while the potion feedback from the terrifying horror directly experienced by demigods was considerable, the feedback from a battlefield with tens of thousands of soldiers and a far higher proportion of Beyonders than usual was no less impressive.
Especially since his two demigod puppets generating horror also allowed Klein, the Bizzaro Sorcerer, to digest his potion. In such a short time, his potion digestion progress had surpassed that of his time in Foggy Town.
It was just a pity that a tall tree catches the wind, directly attracting a certain Sequence 3 Archbishop of the Church of the God of Combat, whose concealed malice severely wounded Klein.
Fortunately, his two demigod puppets had always been by his side. He immediately transferred the damage he sustained to the Iron-Blooded Knight and escaped the battlefield at the cost of abandoning his other puppets.
As for whether his whereabouts would be exposed, Klein was not too worried about it, because the Bizzaro Sorcerer possessed a certain "concealment" ability. This was also one of the special reasons why he could restrain the gray fog's blessing upon him after reaching Sequence 4.
As Klein was contemplating where to continue digesting his potion, a strange palpitation arose in his heart. The murmuring sound, which he could only hear when traversing the gray fog to Sefirah Castle, suddenly echoed in his ears, causing him to instinctively look up at the sky.
The layered clouds of the night had completely dispersed, and a huge, bright Moon obscured all the starlight.
The colour of this Moon was no longer the common crimson; it was pure white, exceptionally bright.
Klein stood frozen in place, not even bothering with the incessant murmuring in his ears, staring blankly at the silver Moon, just like when he first awoke in this world and witnessed that crimson Moon!
Neither normal textbooks in human society nor mysticism-related books within the churches had any record of such a Moon.
Aside from the common crescent and full Moons, and the occasional "blood Moon," the Moon had never shown such a change, at least not since the Fifth Epoch, in these more than thirteen hundred years, absolutely not!
Looking at the silver Moon that overlapped with the memory of his "homeland," Klein's heart trembled slightly, filled with an inexplicable sense of horror.
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Deep within the Sea of Ruins, the "Angel of Holy Word," Steph, stopped. His three heads turned simultaneously, and his six dark brown eyes looked up at the sky, seeing the bloody figure observing everything from behind the barrier.
As a complete mythical creature, he experienced that sense of horror after a long time. Seemingly realizing something, or perhaps receiving a certain will, he no longer pursued Bernadette, who was fleeing in all directions.
This chaotic area, divided by various residual divine powers, became orderly in the next second. From the rippling void, Aaron emerged, gripping silver-white or crimson light clusters in each hand, and his pressure, far exceeding that of an ordinary angel, halted the chaotic battle.
The Mask of Solomon, which was essentially a Sequence 2 Duke of Entropy Beyonder characteristic, and the Pale Emperor's Beyonder characteristic, which showed signs of being activated, had already been retrieved by him into the Nation of Disorder.
As for this Sage Beyonder characteristic containing the Hidden Sage's information imprint and the last remnants of the Mother Goddess of Depravity's pollution, he did not immediately throw them into the Divine Kingdom, lest the unruly Genie cause trouble while his main body was absent.
The illusory torrent of information rapidly converged. Bernadette's expression could not hide her exhaustion, and the Die of Probability in her hand trembled uneasily, extremely repulsed by the crimson mass approaching Aaron's hand.
Aaron glanced indifferently at the bloody figure in the Cosmos, then raised his hand and made a grasping motion. Chains of order bound the Die of Probability, dragging it to his side.
Steph stood quietly nearby, silently watching all of this, neither obstructing nor worrying about being attacked.
The space beside him distorted, and a bewildered Ricciardo appeared. This Fate Councilor had successfully advanced to Sequence 3 Chaoswalker. Aaron then directly threw the Die of Probability, after intimidating it, to him, before looking at the illusory River of Fate.