Feeling the trembling auras around him, Ricciardo's expression changed slightly, and he didn't bother to stabilize his own state, grabbing the "Die of Probability" that floated in front of him.
After using his Chaoswalker ability to disrupt his own fate, he didn't dare to stay here any longer. After bowing to Aaron, he stepped into the "Door of Exile" prepared for him.
Without needing to divert attention to guard that Uniqueness, Bernadette's spiritual burden was mostly lifted. She was looking at her originally empty palm with some surprise; light gathered there, forming a miniature book with strange patterns and peculiar numerical symbols.
The Roselle on the book's cover, holding a glass lamp and exploring alone, became even more vivid, and the aura emanating from it was completely different from the original pure Blasphemy Slate.
Most of the information torrent from the Sage of the Moses Ascetic Order, who had obtained the Hidden Sage's blessing and possessed part of the Knowledge Emperor's authority, was absorbed by this Hermit card. Abstract knowledge was endowed with substantial power.
Before this power is exhausted, this Blasphemy Slate can be completely regarded as a complete Sealed Artifact of Sequence 0, and one with extremely few side effects.
Knowing that this was a reward specifically left for her, Bernadette nodded slightly and put it away.
Although she was not yet sure how great the Moses Ascetic Order's loss was this time, at the very least, an angel had fallen. It was impossible for them to remain unresponsive next. Although this Hermit card was a bit redundant for her, it could be given to Cattleya for self-defense.
A stream of light flashed across the "Crown of Stars," and Aaron smoothed out all traces. The River of Fate, which was invisible to the naked eye, finally changed.
The Ouroboros, which encircled that section of the River of Fate like a wheel, slowly disintegrated into pure light particles, disappearing into the suddenly rushing, rugged long river. Streaks of light permeated through, forming illusory, overlapping pure wings that once again covered the entire section of the River of Fate.
The "Angel of the Holy Word" Steph, who had been silently closing his eyes since Aaron appeared, finally reacted. The four pairs of deep but sacred wings on his back flapped, and his figure disappeared, leaving only a few dark, illusory feathers that transformed into viscous liquid droplets amidst the interplay of light and shadow.
Having dispelled his mythical creature form, the slightly disheveled figure of Pallez appeared. He and Bernadette stood on either side behind Aaron, both staring at the opposite side with solemn expressions.
The "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros, with his silver waist-length hair, scanned all the angels present with a somewhat indifferent expression, including Steph who had already arrived beside him. A suppressed, stagnant atmosphere permeated the area.
"Wonderful! Truly wonderful!"
A rather playful teasing voice accompanied by crisp applause broke the somewhat tense standoff, attracting everyone's attention.
In the edge region of the divine battle ruins, on an island surrounded by a golden ocean, a transcendent creature that had fortunately survived ignored the focus of those terrifying gazes and calmly took out a crystal-like monocle from the void, slowly clipping it into his right eye socket.
During this process, his figure wriggled and distorted, transforming into Amon, wearing a pointed soft cap. The "Blasphemer" pinched the monocle over his right eye and curled his lips.
Sensing the change in order, Aaron's expression remained unchanged. He had already confirmed that only a clone had arrived, and he terminated the decree of "No teleportation without permission."
Without the obstruction of order, Amon's lips curved into a smile. In a few breaths, his figure arrived at the core area of the divine battle ruins, meeting those naked gazes, and clicked his tongue:
"You all don't seem to welcome me…"
"You know that much…" Aaron silently replied in his heart, his expression unchanged on the surface, but part of his consciousness had already returned to the Nation of Disorder. Using the True Creator's higher-level true vision and this Amon avatar as a medium, he scanned the entire divine battle ruins and the more outer Sonia Sea.
As is well known, Amons tend to appear in groups. When one Amon appears, it often means there is at least a group nearby.
The wings covering the long River of Fate retracted. Ouroboros reacted even more obviously than Aaron, completely ignoring this Amon avatar, not even having the desire to respond.
As if accepting this failure, at his feet, a winding, illusory, shimmering river extended to the deepest part of the divine battle ruins, stopping before that magnificent, epic, and mythical building.
Ignoring Amon, Ouroboros led Steph to the dark blue giant hall, which was covered with symmetrical symbols, emblems, and patterns, and prayed devoutly:
"The Lord who created everything;"
"The Master behind the Curtain of Shadows;"
"The Degenerate Nature of all living beings…."
As soon as the complete honorific name fell, the ground of this magnificent building suddenly trembled, slowly splitting open left and right, revealing a deep crack whose bottom could not be seen.
Bernadette's pupils behind Aaron contracted slightly. Just as she was about to use her "Eyes of Mystery Prying" to look at the legendary Forsaken Land of the Gods, she hesitated and stopped the thought.
Compared to the adventurous Bernadette, Pallez's expression remained unusually serious and highly vigilant from beginning to end, especially after feeling Amon's naked scrutiny.
Only when everything returned to calm did Aaron's tense nerves relax slightly, but then his brows furrowed slightly, somewhat confused as to why the True Creator had no reaction at all.
Withdrawing his playful gaze from the stiff-faced Pallez, Amon looked at Aaron, seemingly guessing the doubt in his mind, and chuckled:
"Tsk, unless you directly break into the Forsaken Land of the Gods, that guy doesn't have time to deal with you right now…."
Although he was somewhat curious about what had happened, seeing Amon deliberately stop halfway through his sentence, Aaron decided not to indulge him. After temporarily handing over the sealed Sage characteristic to Bernadette, chains of order dragged out Amons from various corners of the divine battle ruins.
Seeing the densely packed Amon avatars, each with different expressions and even arguing with each other, Bernadette, who was seeing this scene for the first time, her eye twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but glance at Pallez beside her.
Understanding the meaning contained in that look, Pallez was silent for a moment, then explained in a strange tone:
"This is his unique, um, habit…"
Not wanting to bother with Amon's bad taste, Aaron moved his thoughts, crushing all the most ordinary avatars he had found later, and then looked back at the first, and now only remaining, Amon:
"Can you tell me your purpose now?"
Shrugging indifferently, Amon's smile remained:
"You know what I want, and I know what you want to do; and coincidentally, I can help you get what you want, and you can help me get what I want."
"In other words, we can at least reach an agreement in some aspects. At least I have never revealed your identity to those who are interested in you, have I not?"