Adam slightly raised his head, his pale gold vertical pupils becoming chaotic, reflecting the several murals closest to the luminous figure:
A black flame, capable of covering half the sky, poured down like an indescribable Monster. The ends of the black flame distorted and forked, as if countless pythons intertwined high above, their long tails gently swaying.
Continuous stretches of deep purple flames surged from the shattered ground, rising to meet the sky.
In this apocalyptic scene, the constantly imploding void swallowed everything. Between heaven and earth, only a massive altar remained, exposed after the collapse of the underground, constructed from countless corpses and skeletons.
At the top of the corpse altar, Medici, clad in blood-stained black armor and his appearance even more monstrous and terrifyingly distorted, wore a bizarre smile on his face. The banner-like blood-colored mark between his eyebrows spread with black and red patterns, flowing towards his palm.
In his hand, he held an iron-black metal pole, two to three meters tall. On the scorched flag hanging from the pole's top were numerous bloodstains, some dark red, some blackened, and patches of blood-soaked marks.
Even as mere murals, the rich scent of blood and iron, and the almost tangible killing intent, instantly permeated the entire Liveseyd.
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In the dark and profound Mirror World, Medici, whose expression rarely changed, paused his steps. Before him, the void fluctuated, and two graceful figures appeared.
The leading Demoness wore a long black gown, its hem winding and varied, with gems of different colors adorning it, symbolizing her essence.
It was Clarice, the "Saintess of Darkness."
Behind her was another equally beautiful Demoness of Afflictions, her eyes tightly shut, only at Sequence 5.
"Respected Red Angel, this is the body prepared for you."
Accompanied by a charming and magnetic voice, Clarice waved her hand, pushing the Demoness behind her towards Medici, while adding with a hint of helplessness:
"There was a slight change in the plan. The Primordial's vessel that was cultivated in Backlund can no longer be found. To fulfill the terms of our cooperation, we can only use her as a substitute."
Medici curled his lips, feeling a certain change occurring in the second Blasphemy Slate that had merged with him. He scanned the Demoness of Afflictions, noticing an area on her lower abdomen that was distinct from the surrounding skin.
The skin there was outlined with deep black patterns, forming an abstract portrait, or more accurately, the skin there had been replaced by another layer of something.
A star-filled night sky was torn apart by python-like black tentacles, like the end of the world. A quietly burning, brilliant spark fell from the rift, hovering at the source of the tentacles.
It was precisely that Sealed Artifact, a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact formed from the skin of the Primordial Demoness, blended with a Planeswalker characteristic.
"How generous…" Medici muttered sarcastically, then without hesitation, he possessed the Demoness of Afflictions. The quietly burning, brilliant spark in her lower abdomen suddenly expanded, and with this body, he instantly vanished.
An indescribable Darkness swept over. Vaguely, Medici seemed to "see" a scorched flag covered in dangerous bloodstains, and beneath the flag, blood-soaked ground with countless severed arms and limbs.
The strong smell of blood and rust seemed to awaken some memory. Medici's mind flashed with countless heads, each dragging a blood-stained, bone-white spine, swirling in mid-air.
They were densely packed, thousands of them, their gazes all fixed on him, like a grand and bloody sacrifice!
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The low and dense rumbling of thunder gradually ceased. The lightning storm dissipated, and the dazzling light finally dimmed.
Ince Zangwill knelt on the broken deck, his body in its incomplete mythical creature form heavily wounded. His eyes were filled with blood, and he roared out with brutality and unwillingness:
"Damn it, so it was you, this is impossible…"
An ancient scepter, inlaid with various gems, pierced through the head of the renegade archbishop, bringing his voice to an abrupt halt.
Strange patterns symbolizing divinity surged from Ince Zangwill's body, swept across the surface of the Sea God Scepter, and vanished into the profound pupil of the Eye of Rusco.
Warm blood splattered on his face. Klein's expression was somewhat dazed as he looked at Dunn Smith, who was equally battered from the lightning storm, having restrained Ince Zangwill. His lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything.
Inside the ship's cabin, Aaron withdrew his gaze from the distance. After confirming the departure of Amon and the Red Angel evil spirit, he finally looked at the Adam opposite him, who was merely a figment of his imagination.
The King of Angels, who had just acquired the last Sequence 1 characteristic, rose. His figure slowly dissipated, and his voice, gentle but devoid of any emotion, chanted:
"Under the Spectator's witness, Klein Moretti completed a magnificent drama, directing a magical murder. Through this, he fully digested his potion and had surplus power to attempt advancement when this drama concluded."
An unfamiliar voice entered his ears. With the complete digestion of the Marionettist potion, Klein was startled. Before he could raise the Sea God Scepter, Aaron's voice appeared in time, dispelling his impulse:
"Focus your mind and prepare to advance to Bizzaro Sorcerer!"
As soon as the words fell, before Klein could react, the true soul form of the Spirit World Plunderer immediately flew out of Ince Zangwill's collapsing body's Underworld.
Aaron threw out the transparent single eye, faintly glowing with a faint blue light, from his hand. Various Beyonder materials, guided by spirituality, quickly blended together and were directly poured into Klein's mouth.
The cold potion brought waves of tingling sensations originating from his soul. Realizing what was happening, Klein only had time to curse silently in his heart before his spirit uncontrollably soared.
As the tingling sensation reached its peak, the pain of his soul being segmented and stripped away little by little suddenly emerged, catching him off guard and engulfing his consciousness.
In a daze, Klein seemed to directly see the gray fog, and the ancient, majestic palace above the gray fog.
That mysterious space was gently trembling, and a brilliant light Door, stained with a hint of dark green, shimmered within it.
Seeing Klein transform into masses of worm, Dunn's expression changed drastically. Having experienced something similar, he knew this was a sign of divinity about to lose control.
Before he could pray for help, a blood-stained eyeball, shrouded in grayish-white mist, flew out of the pile of worms. Its profound pupil carried a hint of agility.
Under Dunn's incredulous gaze, the distorted Klein and the eyeball simultaneously vanished from their original spots, like a sketch erased by an eraser.
"No worries, the place he went to is very safe…"
Feeling the Astral World, which had suddenly become turbulent due to the Sefirah Castle's anomaly, Aaron curled his lips. After reassuring Dunn, he glanced at Daly and the other two approaching, and his figure directly dissipated.
Klein had already been concealed in Foggy Town. All prying eyes that sensed the Sefirah Castle's anomaly would be blocked. Taking advantage of this opportunity, his hunting game with the Church of the God of Combat should also come to an end.