The pervasive Order was defeated, and the Genie, who had endured the God of Combat's furious blow, was no longer obstructed, retreating in disarray back into the golden "Magic Wishing Lamp" through its spout.
During the time the Genie bought by sacrificing himself, the God of Combat's imprint on Trunsoest's Brass Book was finally shattered. The remaining aura could no longer prevent Aaron from taking it back to the Nation of Disorder.
Reaching out to grasp the "Magic Wishing Lamp," which was covered in cracks and motionless, the Night Emperor's projection, now only a silhouette of light, vanished from its original spot, taking Trunsoest's Brass Book with him.
Through the torn firmament, numerous magnificent and grand structures vaguely appeared. The colors of twilight bathed the broken Sonia Island, and the light seemed to solidify.
Traveling through such an environment, Awatoma Einhorn, who was swiftly fleeing, felt the hairs on his back stand on end, even momentarily forgetting the pain caused by the forceful tearing of some of his characteristics.
A huge hand rested on his shoulder, and specks of pure, dense light emerged from the surrounding void, surging towards Awatoma Einhorn with a sense of holiness and Glory.
The silver-white light, as if alive, wriggled from Liam's body towards the Weather Warlock, transforming into full body armor that isolated the decaying aura from the outside.
As a Glory who had been blessed and promoted by the God of Combat, Liam was not affected by the aftershocks. He protected Awatoma Einhorn and transformed into a silver glow, rapidly fleeing.
A sword light, even more terrifying than before, ripped through the solidified twilight and descended from the Astral World, seemingly intending to break through the shackles of reality and strike an unknown location.
The accompanying residual power fell unimpeded onto the shattered Sonia Island. This ancient elven island, which had survived from ancient eras and was comparable to a small continent, split open from the middle and was completely divided into two halves.
Endless seawater poured in, filling the bottomless crack, complementing the twilight solidified in the sky, like a miracle.
Within the boundless, dark-gold world, immense power, like boiling steam, spontaneously activated, converging into a torrent that collided with a blurry orange-yellow light.
A hurricane-like surge swept across the entire Divine Kingdom. The God of Combat's sword strike, locked onto the remaining aura on Trunsoest's Brass Book, was ultimately a rootless duckweed. It couldn't even eliminate the barely surviving Genie, so naturally, it couldn't harm the Nation of Disorder.
As the controller of the Sefirah, Aaron, who had fully arrived in his home territory, could now mobilize power comparable to a King of Angels. In an instant, he obliterated the God of Combat's imprints, which were like maggots clinging to bones.
During this process, the brass book began to flip, revealing one rule after another:
...'Trunsoest's Brass Book' is the most precious item. No living being is allowed to touch it without permission. Violators shall be punished!
...The state of 'Trunsoest's Brass Book' must not be altered in any way. Violators shall be punished!
...
Watching the mercury-colored words continue to seep out from "Trunsoest's Brass Book," about to form new clauses, wisps of light surged from within the Divine Kingdom, carrying endless dark-gold mist into Trunsoest's Brass Book.
As the Sefirah corresponding to the Justiciar Pathway, Aaron, as its controller, did not need to forcefully suppress this Sealed Artifact, which was solidified by Uniqueness, with absolute power like the God of Combat. He only needed to use the Sefirah's higher authority to inversely invade it.
Once Trunsoest's Brass Book was completely corrupted by the Nation of Disorder, even if it left here and returned to reality, he could still use this Sealed Artifact without worrying about the loss of control caused by complete activation.
As the dark-gold mist, imbued with Aaron's spiritual imprint, poured in, Trunsoest's Brass Book unfurled in mid-air. The original rules were erased, and silver characters began to rewrite themselves:
Wishing is forbidden here!
Injuries are forbidden to be healed here!
The Magic Wishing Lamp, which had been quietly suspended in the void and had been like a dead object since entering the Nation of Disorder, immediately began to tremble gently, and a resentful voice faintly emerged from the cracks in its body:
When the barrier breaks, you and I will settle the score!
Is it that strong-willed? Aaron, who had distorted and disrupted the God of Combat's perception of the Nation of Disorder and reformed his body beside the Brass Book, raised an eyebrow, not caring about the prisoner's curses.
Although the Genie's essence was extremely high, due to the Celestial Worthy's seal, most of its abilities actually relied on indirectly completing them through the authority of a Miracle Invoker.
Forcefully severing this medium by using the Brass Book's authority could maximize the incapacitation of the Genie, an unpredictable factor.
After all, the water of the River of Eternal Darkness was not endless. Compared to sealing the Genie, the Evernight Goddess clearly preferred to use this opportunity to further control the Death Uniqueness.
The Brass Book, enveloped in dark-gold mist, carried the "Magic Wishing Lamp," which had been severely wounded by the God of Combat, and settled beside the throne. Aaron lightly tapped the back of the chair, his gaze profound.
The Brass Book, which had the highest difficulty, was now in hand. The most urgent matter now was to quickly advance to Sequence 1.
Under the same authority, he, who controlled the Nation of Disorder and could use Uniqueness to a limited extent, truly had the confidence to hunt the other two "Hands of Order."
Winter County, Amantha Line.
The mist that pervaded the entire battlefield suddenly contracted, and the fearless two-headed giant army began to retreat without warning.
The former Duke of East Tucker, Gusman Weil, who had digested a considerable amount of the "War Bishop" potion, gazed into the distance with a solemn expression, only relaxing his taut nerves when Lady Arianna appeared.
The head of the Evernight Monastery drew a crimson moon on her chest, devoutly chanting in a low voice for a moment. As a quiet aura spread, her deep black pupils trembled violently.
A similar scene appeared along the Midseashire coast, but even the most irritable Storm Old Man did not take this opportunity to pursue the retreating Fossaque fleet, showing considerable restraint.
West Balam, Frayins.
Those West Balam natives who were willing to follow in the reconstruction of the Highland Kingdom, as well as the plundered Beyonder materials, had already been secretly transferred to the Star Plateau stronghold, hidden by the Curse Mist, at the beginning of the West Balam War.
Reinette Tinekerr, who had been hidden in the void to guard against attacks from the Indulgence Faction or Intis, decisively acted, cooperating with Astolfo to forcefully repel Peter Einhorn I.
Although the situation on Sonia Island could not be determined across the Berserk Sea, the orange-red "Sun" that rose in the Astral World already explained everything.
Astolfo maintained his mythical creature form, his crimson eyes looking at Peter Einhorn I, and strange, evil patterns emerged on the surface of the vines around his body.
Having already perceived the Weather Warlock's weakness, he directly detonated the corruption within Peter Einhorn I using a Abomination-level curse.
After doing all this, he did not hesitate, his figure fading as he disappeared into the mists of history along with Reinette Tinekerr.