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Broken black thorns and a black-red sea of blood surged from deep within the city, tightly binding the silver moon, as if trying to break through the barrier of night with its help.
The Darkness boiled like a tide, instantly engulfing the gushing thorns and sea of blood, causing them to be infected by the power of Darkness and directly dissolve, becoming part of the tide.
With the help of the Darkness tide, the array patterns, which had shown signs of collapse, gradually stabilized. The two angels, Jorna and Olmer, looked at each other from afar, their figures actively dissolving, and two crystalline drops of blood flew towards the illusory giant bat wings within the array patterns.
As these two drops, based on the blood of a mythical creature and condensed with the faith of the Sanguine, merged into the illusory wings, they seemed to be endowed with life, evolving from an abstract concept into a special form. This was a power only possessed by the Life-Giver.
The dense yin power diffused around the Holy City of Kamia weakened at an incredible speed. The illusory wings, after absorbing these powers, gradually solidified, and various bizarre and distorted symbolic patterns appeared on them.
Duchess Liana, the oldest Sanguine currently alive and one who personally experienced the Cataclysm, relaxed her grave expression slightly. Her figure flickered, and when she reappeared, she had merged with the colossal bat wings that could obscure the sky, and terrifying pressure raged.
Although only one historical projection remained to be summoned, the expenditure Cavendish endured only increased. His spirituality seemed to be sucked into a bottomless pit. If he hadn't been able to borrow spirituality from his past self, he wouldn't have been able to hold on when the wings merged just now.
Above the dark gold mist, Aaron, observing with his True Vision, keenly noticed that the all-encompassing "Night Curtain" was gradually thinning. After all, this was within the isolated Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Even with the power transmitted through the Sefirah, the remaining divine power mobilized was limited to this area to avoid attracting the attention of the True Creator and Amon. Most of it had already been consumed in the confrontation with Kvastir, the Mutant King, and Flegrea, the Demonic Wolf.
Without any slack, Aaron continued to raise his perspective, using True Vision to observe if any anomalies, such as certain guys wearing monocles, appeared in the area around the hidden Holy City of Kamia.
The blood-colored bat wings spread open, and Duchess Liana's pupils had completely turned blood-red. Obscure symbolic patterns vaguely appeared on her forehead, indicating she was using the "Nation of Moonlight" to sense the fragmented divine kingdom.
The silver moon, floating in the black-red tide, suddenly burst forth with light. Liana, without hesitation, slowly vibrated her wings, plunging into the tide.
The strange symbolic patterns on the wings delayed the overall collapse. Even facing the erosion of multiple divine powers, they still managed to touch the silver moon.
Her wings dissipated into points of light in the tide, and the blood contained within them was completely consumed. Yet, Liana's face showed a relieved joy. With the cooperation of the "Night Curtain," her figure transformed into a drop of fresh blood radiating a dense aura of life, enveloping the illusory silver-white full moon, and departed from the Holy City of Kamia.
Accompanied by an unintelligible roar, a profound stream of light was peeled from the black-red tide by the "Night Curtain," following the silver moon and flying towards Cavendish.
Having no time to examine the item that had appeared in his hand, Cavendish looked at the Holy City of Kamia before him, which caused his spirituality to tremble. The terror contained within it seemed to have been completely awakened.
Opting not to teleport to avoid appearing in an unknown location within this land of degradation, Cavendish quickly exited the "Night Curtain" and, using his Sequence 3 level Flame Jump, rapidly moved away in the opposite direction of the "Moon City."
Aaron gestured, drawing the Black Emperor card to obscure Cavendish's tracks with the authority of the Nation of Disorder, interfering with any potential divination or tracking.
The occasional flashes of lightning in the sky once again illuminated the area. A deathly silence became the main theme, but the power that caused people to mysteriously disappear in the Darkness was extremely thin. This level of change was quickly noticed.
A young man dressed in a black classical robe and wearing a matching pointed soft hat appeared at the edge of the deep pit, overlooking the bizarre city that distorted and expanded in the Darkness.
"Interesting...."
With a slight upward curve of his lips, he adjusted the crystal monocle on his right eye, then directly jumped into the deep pit, leaping into the bizarre city.
In less than ten seconds, Amon, wearing a monocle, reappeared at the exact spot he had stood, the smile on his lips becoming even more pronounced.
The next moment, Amon split into countless figures. Some were pure avatars, some were symbolic replicas, and some were afterimages left behind by continuous "flashing" and actions.
The sky enveloped in Darkness and the surrounding wilderness were now filled with Amons. They were densely packed, wearing pointed soft hats and monocles, blocking every loophole.
Some of these Amons transformed into mottled, ancient, blue-black intertwined wall clocks, while others became pure starlight. They simultaneously raised both hands, thumb to thumb, index finger to index finger, forming an oval.
Within the oval, starlight illuminated, perfectly encompassing the Holy City of Kamia in the deep pit.
Immediately after, the Amons' hands abruptly spread apart, as if tearing something, making it seem a bit heavy. From numerous monocles, layers of shimmering light surged out wildly, annihilating the power continuously gushing from deep within the city.
With a tearing sound like paper shattering, the area where the Holy City of Kamia was located seemed to turn into glass, and under the intense impact, countless cracks appeared, breaking apart piece by piece, inch by inch.
He intended to "steal" this ancient city that had undergone an anomaly!
As if sensing something, the Amons' smiles simultaneously vanished. They looked at the slowly peeling space with some regret, adjusted their monocles, and actively gave up on "stealing." Their figures, covering the mountains and plains, then disappeared.
On the plain not far away, a dim yellow light was particularly dazzling. A terrifying four-meter-tall figure emerged, followed by dark, illusory feathers that intertwined with light and shadow, forming four pairs of deep yet sacred wings.
This was Steph, the "Angel of Holy Word," a devoted follower of the True Creator!
An extremely dark and defiled aura formed a cross, both illusory and real, around this "Angel of Holy Word," and a curtain of shadow subsequently appeared.
Steph, the "Angel of Holy Word," first gazed at the now anomalous city of Kamia, then slightly tilted his head to stare at the plain where the Amons had gathered earlier, and his deep, hoarse voice echoed:
"Blasphemers shall be punished!"
The four pairs of deep yet sacred wings gently flapped, drawing the curtain of shadow to cover the plain, and an extremely degenerate aura permeated the air.
Worms of Time emerged from various corners of the plain, gathering to form Amon. He calmly looked at the curtain of shadow, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
It was as if he was saying, "I'll remember you!"
With a melodious chime, an ancient and mottled clock appeared, and its hands paused simultaneously.
This caused the surrounding environment to solidify, and Amon, in plain sight, departed under the gaze of the cross.
The desolate plain once again returned to deathly silence. After an unknown period, Steph's deep but sacred wings slowly retracted, and the illusory cross had long vanished without a trace.
This "Angel of Holy Word" silently left the Holy City of Kamia, and after discerning the direction, walked into the depths of the Darkness.
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The time limit for borrowing spirituality had expired, and the stinging pain in his mind forced Cavendish to stop his Flame Jump, finding himself now in a square.
The light formed by the Flame Jump seemed to be hindered by an invisible force, only able to illuminate half of its usual range.
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, momentarily brightening the surroundings.
Using this lightning, Cavendish saw incomplete statues erected around the square. Some had their hands bound behind their backs, others were wrapped in thorny roses, and some resembled mummies, giving an immediate sense of "restraint."
Aaron, seated on his throne, also witnessed this scene, but he did not sense any hidden danger in those incomplete statues. In his mind, he recalled records about Kvastir, the Mutant King:
"Ugly and distorted... mummies wrapped in thorny roses and bandages..."
To have arrived at a city-state that once worshipped this Mutant King immediately after leaving Kvastir's fallen land...
Although he found it somewhat coincidental, given Cavendish's current state, Aaron did not let him explore further.
After all, finding a relatively safe place, quickly recovering his spirituality, and promptly sacrificing the few items he had painstakingly obtained to the Nation of Disorder was the most crucial task.
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Tingen, Zouteland Street, 124.
Given the intelligence provided about Hood Eugen of the Psychology Alchemists and his recent advancement leading to spiritual instability, Dunn readily granted Klein a full two-day leave.
Watching the sky gradually turn yellow, several tarot cards suddenly appeared in Klein's hand. With a whooshing sound, the cards, like sharp blades, diagonally embedded themselves into the wall.
Nodding with satisfaction, he put the tarot cards back into the space within the "Traveler's Brooch." Klein muttered with some emotion:
"Is this what a Clown is? With this Mystical Item, my close-combat abilities can even rank among the top in the Nighthawks team. I really look forward to what abilities the next Sequence will bring."
After familiarizing himself with his newly acquired Beyonder abilities, Klein locked the door and sat on his bed, beginning to meditate. He cautiously and slowly controlled the slight overflow of the potion's power through this method.
When he opened his eyes again, the Crimson Moon was already high in the sky. After a moment of thought, he took out his dagger, set up a Wall of Spirituality in the four corners of the room, walked four steps counter-clockwise, and arrived at the gray fog space.
Klein stood at the head of the bronze long table, looking down, only to see the boundless gray fog and crimson stars that seemed to remain unchanged forever.
However, after advancing to Sequence 8, he found that he could connect to more stars, meaning he could draw in more members.
Thinking this, Klein noticed that the crimson star, which had been quiet for a long time, once again showed faint contractions and expansions.
Klein extended his spirituality with great interest and once again saw the young man who had spoken Jotun before, seeing him kneeling in front of a pure crystal ball.
This young man still wore a black tight-fitting suit, different from the styles of the Northern Continent's various nations. His appearance was blurry and distorted, only vaguely showing brownish-yellow hair.
He knelt there, constantly praying in an exceptionally pained tone.
Klein listened intently, understanding what the other party was saying with his rudimentary knowledge of Jotun:
"Great God, please cast Your gaze upon this place You have abandoned once more."
"Great God, please free us, the people of Darkness, from that cursed fate."
"I am willing to dedicate my life to You, to please You with my blood."
...
Abandoned place... people of Darkness... Klein silently repeated these keywords, recalling the "Forsaken Land of the Gods!" mentioned in both church scriptures and Emperor Roselle's diaries.
Klein's eyes narrowed slightly, unsure if his guess was correct, but remembering what Mr. "Emperor" had said after his advancement, a strange sense of urgency lingered in his heart.
This might be an opportunity... His fingers tapped the edge of the bronze long table. After three taps, he made a decision, extending his right hand to touch the illusory crimson star.
The crimson mass immediately erupted, light flowing like water.
Having activated his Spirit Vision beforehand, Klein looked at the young man who suddenly appeared at the very end of the bronze long table and had already realized he was still an ordinary person.
After a simple Q&A, Klein was basically able to confirm that this orphaned young man indeed came from the legendary Forsaken Land of the Gods.
After all, he didn't even know the Seven Deities. Klein couldn't think of any other possibility for such an isolated land of Darkness.
Thinking of this, his thoughts immediately diverged. Klein leaned back in his chair and leisurely spoke:
"I have no interest in the blood and souls of mortals, but I can give you an opportunity."
"I am a The Fool who likes equivalent exchange. You can obtain what you desire from me, and from others similar to you, with everything you can acquire. Note, the value must be equivalent."
"This can make you powerful. Perhaps one day, you can rely on yourself to free the City of Silver from its curse and let the Sun reappear in the sky."
Derrick listened quietly, then silently lowered his head. After a while, he replied:
"I want to become the Sun. I want to obtain its initial Sequence potion formula from you."
"In exchange, I am willing to offer you the most common Giant Pathway initial Sequence 'Divine Blood Warrior' potion formula from the City of Silver."
Divine Blood Warrior... Klein was stunned for a moment, guessing that this might be an ancient name for the "Warrior" potion controlled by the Church of the God of Combat. At the same time, he sighed inwardly:
"Good thing the request wasn't excessive, otherwise this Fool would have to renege on a debt. But the suffering I endured while divining the Eternal Blazing Sun finally came in handy."
Recalling the scene in the Council of Entropy, Klein, using his connection with this gray fog space, replicated the Sequence 9 "Bard" potion formula from his mind into a spiritual light spot, allowing it to merge into Derrick's body.
The anxious expression on his face instantly froze. Feeling the information suddenly surging into his mind, Derrick became even more convinced of Mr. Fool's greatness.
However, the surprise on Derrick's face quickly faded. Whether it was crystallized sunflowers or adult firestone birds, these clearly did not exist in the abandoned land eternally shrouded in Darkness.
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