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Inside the Nation of Disorder, Aaron stood up, holding two newly acquired Cards of Blasphemy, and watched with interest the pure and clear figure, like an angel but without wings, formed by streaks of light in the prayer scene.
Pallez Zoroast, who had returned to his peak, constantly flickered with faint light on his body, seemingly indicating the passage of time.
He grasped the "Mentor of Deceit" Beyonder characteristic and deeply parasitized Mobet's body, while invisible fluctuations simultaneously spread into this crumbling space.
This space, dependent on the Trojan Horse of Destiny, had reached the end of its life. Although rules and order had collapsed, it was the best opportunity to complete the "Mentor of Deceit" advancement ritual.
Watching Pallez, who was like cheating and personally helping Mobet complete the ritual, Aaron sighed and shook his head. This was also a high-level ability possessed by the Marauder Pathway.
This Pathway, which exploited loopholes in rules, was itself a bug-versus-bug fight. With Pallez's current Beyonder characteristic, his personal involvement naturally gave him full confidence.
"But it's fine. A 'Mentor of Deceit' can do more in Feynapotter…" Thinking this, Aaron dispersed the prayer scene and took out the "Error" Slate.
Both newly acquired Cards of Blasphemy were already activated, which saved him trouble. Mobilizing the power of the Nation of Disorder to give himself the Beyonder characteristic of an angel, he decisively activated this "Error" Slate.
Relying on the Blasphemy Slate's own deity-level anti-divination and anti-prophecy, as well as a subtle connection with the "Error" Pathway, Aaron's will, through his True Vision, found the trace of connection on Cavendish's body caused by summoning Amon's projection, and completely severed it.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, within the largely collapsed gloomy deep valley, mottled layers of power surged.
After summoning Amon's historical projection, Aaron lifted the decree against the Demonic Wolf Kotar. Under the Miracle Invoker's reckless push, surging wish power emanated like a tide.
Part of it blocked Astolfo, who had already moved away from the center of the battlefield to observe, while more power surged towards Amon's projection, preventing this projection, which was essentially just a historical void image, from further enhancing his Beyonder characteristic by stealing the authority and anchors of his main body.
The color on Amon's body gradually faded, then suddenly intensified. The projection, whose aura had already risen to the angel level, always had a smile on his lips, watching the increasingly frenzied Kotar, his hands constantly rising and falling, trying to steal that Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic.
The Blasphemer suddenly seemed to sense something, turned his head to look at the historical mist that the Scholar of Yore had entered when he fled, and clicked his tongue, muttering:
"How cautious…"
This level of wish power, exceeding Sequence 2, was not without cost. The cloak formed by the "Attendant of Mysteries" Beyonder characteristic, which was a piece of cloth, gathered all of Kotar's spirit body threads, subtly wanting to merge into one, which was almost equivalent to swallowing a Sequence 1 potion without the aid of auxiliary materials and rituals.
Once these wish powers maintaining his sanity dissipated, Kotar's loss of control and transformation into a terrifying Monster would be instantaneous. However, Sequence 2 Kotar was powerless to stop this process.
The Demonic Wolf's body rapidly shrank and thinned under the influence of the "Attendant of Mysteries" Beyonder characteristic and the mottled clock phantom. A layer of shadow reappeared above the gloomy valley, as if covered by a giant curtain.
At the risk of losing control and going mad, Kotar, who had actively tried to accommodate the "Attendant of Mysteries," finally regained the initiative. He opened his mouth without hesitation and shouted a name in Giant language:
"Leodero!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Almost at the instant this name rang out, hundreds of thick silver-white lightning bolts fell from thin air, simultaneously striking the newly appeared shadowy curtain, turning the area into a forest of thunder, emitting a strong aura of destruction.
The thick silver-white lightning bolts, like giant snakes, directly struck the translucent black velvet "curtain," causing it to shake violently and twist.
The spirit body threads extending from Kotar's body towards the "curtain" also broke one by one under the Tyrant's punishment. At that moment, he finally broke free from the control of the "Attendant of Mysteries."
This scheme, brewing since Amon's projection appeared, finally succeeded at the cost of Kotar's accumulated wish power over several epochs.
The next second, with resentful eyes sweeping over Amon and the Ancient Bane nearby, Kotar's eight short, black-furred legs simultaneously pushed off, and he actively met the lightning storm, exploding into fragments amidst the aura of destruction.
Thousands of years of forbearance in the Forsaken Land of the Gods made this Demonic Wolf understand that Beyonder characteristic advancement was illusory; only his own life was the most important.
Without the interference of the "Attendant of Mysteries" Beyonder characteristic, Kotar chose to use the Miracle Invoker's resurrection to escape, but he also left something for the two guys who had put him in such a state.
The Tyrant's punishment had greatly diminished in power after piercing the "curtain." If Kotar had not been intent on dying and completely undefended, he would not have fallen so easily.
The residual lightning storm was merely superficial in the eyes of the two angels. Ignoring the Demonic Wolf, which had shattered into scattered flesh and blood, Astolfo and Amon's projection turned their heads almost simultaneously, their gazes falling on the translucent black velvet "curtain" left behind.
The crimson eyes reflected the curtain. Astolfo opened his mouth, as if making a silent shriek. A chilling wind, containing terrifying curses, dispersed the blood rain in the sky. As it drew near, the curtain dissipated like foam.
Not good!
Missing his strike, Astolfo decisively flew backward, while the remaining chilling wind gathered the blood rain that had not yet drifted to the bottom of the valley.
By abandoning his body so decisively, Kotar must have completely severed all connections between this flesh and blood and his new main body. However, Astolfo did not intend for this flesh and blood to continue tracking the escaping Demonic Wolf; it was merely to be used as auxiliary material for a Miracle Invoker.
The anticipated attack did not occur. Astolfo followed his spiritual intuition and looked towards the center of the valley. Without Kotar's interference, Amon, who had directly stolen the "curtain" before him, was in a strange state.
After resolving the hidden danger on Cavendish in the Nation of Disorder, Aaron had been observing Amon's state through his True Vision, judging whether the Blasphemer's main body had arrived.
Also sensing the strangeness, Aaron used his True Vision to look at Amon, who was frozen in place holding the cloak-shaped "curtain." His first reaction was that this guy must still be deceiving, stalling for time, waiting for his main body to arrive.
But this Amon projection made no other move, as if it had crashed. Feeling somewhat puzzled, Aaron simultaneously picked up the "Error" and "Door" Cards of Blasphemy, and only then did he see a sight that even True Vision had not discovered.
Amon's figure sometimes became ethereal, as if wearing a mysterious, ancient black robe and a hood that obscured his face, and sometimes returned to normal, but was shrouded in a thin layer of grayish-white mist.
Such changes appeared alternately, their frequency gradually slowing.
And whenever he transformed into the figure wearing the black robe and hood, slimy tentacles with strange patterns would always extend from beneath his clothing.
This… As Aaron saw the strange patterns on those slimy tentacles through his True Vision, illusory, overlapping whispers immediately echoed in his ears.
Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings!
This was the only information he could decipher from the whispers, but it already made Aaron's expression subtly change. He finally understood that this was not Amon's trick, or rather, it was the Demonic Wolf's final gift—a fragment of the Celestial Worthy's will that was about to awaken.
Unlike the Beyonder characteristic within the Fool Pathway angels like Antigonus and Zaratul, after being worn down and hybridized by generations of Beyonders and extraordinary creatures, the Celestial Worthy's will contained within had been greatly reduced, even leaving only spiritual remnants.
But this "Attendant of Mysteries" Beyonder characteristic, which was only spewed out by Sefirah Castle in the Fifth Epoch, could be said to have been left entirely by the Celestial Worthy, and the will contained within was extremely pure.
It had been dormant with Sefirah Castle before, but the Demonic Wolf's previous act of deliberately accommodating it and then forcibly stripping it with the residual divine power of the Tyrant had completely broken the eternal slumber effect bestowed by the Evernight Goddess, awakening that dormant will.
As a naturally born mythical creature, Amon accommodated the "Error" Uniqueness upon birth and must have carried a certain amount of the Celestial Worthy's will. Even the Ancient Sun God at that time could only assist in suppressing it, not completely erase it.
And as Amon achieved the King of Angels, and the Ancient Sun God fell, the Celestial Worthy's will within him would only accumulate further, becoming increasingly difficult to control.
In this situation, Amon's avatar—no, more accurately, just his projection—was destined to face this outcome when encountering the Celestial Worthy's will that was about to awaken within the "Attendant of Mysteries" Beyonder characteristic.
In just a few breaths, even without the aid of the two Cards of Blasphemy' sensing, Aaron could clearly see Amon's body uncontrollably collapsing, which brought more and extensive mental pollution.
A vast and distorted aggregation of will, mixed with the authority originally stolen by Amon's projection from his main body, formed a translucent dark cloak, and beneath the cloak, a phantom mask with blank features quietly emerged.
The hollow eyes on the mask were pitch black, and a powerful will began to awaken little by little, and began to try to influence Sefirah Castle!
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Deep in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, at the summit of a mountain, stood a giant cross, existing between reality and illusion.
A blurry figure was hanging upside down there, with several ancient wooden stakes piercing his body, stained with still flowing but not dripping blood, pinning him to the frame.
Seemingly sensing something, the Hanged Man's figure on the giant cross suddenly faded, spreading into a curtain of shadow that connected the sky above and the earth below. Behind the curtain, a pair of indifferent eyes seemed to be watching the entire world.
The next second, the shadowy curtain split open, and a dense, five-headed shadow stepped out from within.
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Berserk Sea, Damir Island Port.
Klein, wearing a black top hat and carrying a black briefcase, slowly walked down the gangplank. Although his chiseled, cold face showed no expression, leaving the turbulent sea and stepping onto solid ground always gave him a strange sense of peace.
Just as he was about to find a hotel to solve his accommodation and dining problems, Klein imperceptibly shook his head. He was currently playing the role of a mad adventurer and shouldn't always be thinking about improving his meals.
A moment later, he appeared in the port's notice area, where bounties issued by Loen and other nations' navies were usually posted. Of course, this was also regarded by some pirates as a sign of honor and strength.
As his eyes scanned the first line, Klein's cold face twitched slightly, and he muttered in disbelief:
"'King of the Five Seas' Naster Solomon, bounty 800,000 pounds!"
Taking a deep breath, Klein's pupils contracted as he continued to look at the bounty, confirming it with another glance, which left the Fool, who had only a few thousand pounds in his pocket at his wealthiest, in long silence.
After adjusting his emotions, Klein carefully examined the wanted posters that covered the entire wall. Besides pirate generals and pirate kings, there were also many ordinary pirate leaders. The bounties, from high to low, were layered, making for quite a spectacular sight.
Closing his eyes, and with the Seer's excellent spirituality, Klein quickly reviewed the wanted posters in his mind. After confirming that he had completely memorized them, he exhaled lightly and muttered:
"These are all money…"
After completing his adventurer's self-cultivation, Klein walked towards the hotel in a very good mood, pondering which unlucky person to target for his first pot of gold as an adventurer, when an indescribable sense of palpitation suddenly emerged.
Klein seemed to lose control of his body for an instant, his consciousness seemingly pulled by some force, becoming extremely sluggish. In a daze, he seemed to see a magnificent palace standing above a thick, grayish-white mist.
Familiar yet terrifying whispers emerged, like a clockwork inserted into his soul, turning with difficulty a few times. Only then did Klein belatedly realize that this should be that mysterious gray mist space.
A few seconds later, the next thought just emerged in his mind:
"What exactly happened?"
And even faster than this thought entering Klein's consciousness was a sigh of unclear meaning:
"It's not time yet…"
Klein, only at Sequence 6, his consciousness gradually blurred, but in the end of his consciousness, he seemed to hear another clear female voice, ethereal and indistinct, completely inaudible.
A strange sight appeared at Damir Island Port. Incoming travelers and dockworkers unloading cargo seemed to deliberately ignore Klein, who lay in the middle of the street, but their bodies unconsciously avoided this area, leaving an empty space.
A middle-aged priest in a simple white robe appeared beside Klein at some point. His clear, childlike light-colored eyes looked at the mark protruding on Klein's hand, which was a small square formed by four black dots emitting a deep red glow.
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