Klein frowned, subtly moving away from the ferocious-looking Trissy, but he didn't forget to set up a Wall of Spirituality around them to prevent the aura from leaking out and attracting unnecessary trouble.
After a terrifying plague raged for a moment, it slowly receded. Trissy, whose demeanor grew increasingly sinister, slowly raised her head, her eyes reflecting countless mirrors, as if countless Wraiths were screaming within them.
She stared intently at Klein, her voice filled with venom as she enunciated each word:
"I won't let them have their way. No need to beat around the bush, just tell me what to do?"
She was no longer the naive Trissy who had chosen the Assassin Pathway. Now, she was a true Demigod.
Since the end of the Great Smog, the high-ranking members of the Demoness Sect hadn't caught her, yet now she was cornered by a Demigod from another Pathway, and the other party was so well-informed about secrets involving the level of deities.
Trissy clearly understood what this implied, so she directly laid her cards on the table.
Whether it was finding someone or reaching a cooperation, everything went smoothly, even more so than expected, as if it had all been pre-arranged. Klein instinctively sensed something was amiss, but this thought silently settled and was cast to the back of his mind:
"The simplest way to disrupt George III's ritual is to destroy his mausoleum. We will be responsible for the specific location and how to enter the ruins. You only need to participate in the final action."
"Afterward, we can maintain contact through the World of Mirrors. When the time is right, we will provide you with a charm that will allow you to summon the images of items you once possessed from the gaps in history. I think you should know what I'm referring to."
Trissy instantly recalled the culprit that had changed her Fate—the Primordial Demoness's divine gifts. A hint of madness flashed across her sickly pale face, and she agreed to Klein's idea without hesitation.
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Fog Sea, La Cha Island.
A complex and pure torrent of information ignored the barrier constructed by secret magic and entered the interior of this hidden island, reassembling into Bernadette's figure.
A hint of apprehension flashed deep within her azure eyes. After dispelling her Mythical Creature form, Bernadette could more clearly perceive her own state. The most obvious was that she was temporarily unable to use the authority of Mystical Reenactment.
"So this is the Blasphemer; how truly terrifying…"
Bernadette took a deep breath, not overly worried. As long as Amon hadn't truly achieved Error, the theft of authority couldn't be maintained for too long.
Looking at the somewhat disheveled Bernadette, the dark gold light in Aaron's eyes gradually subsided. It was he who had previously deterred Amon from a distance using the Nation of Disorder, and he had also confirmed that the King of Angels's true body was among the many Amons appearing in Saint Millom.
"It was his true body that attacked you. The stolen authority could be said to be intentional, after all, Mystical Reenactment in his hands can summon certain scenes from the Ancient Sun God era."
After a simple explanation, Aaron's movements paused as he sensed that Audrey, who had been adjusting her state, began to split her identity again. However, he did not stop her, merely enveloping her with the embryonic Divine Kingdom. Only then did he look at Bernadette and continue:
"Since Amon has appeared, it means my transaction with Adam has begun. You can adjust your state during this period."
"I have a premonition that George III's advancement will attract many malevolent spirits, and it's even possible that the Hidden Sage will directly intervene."
"After all, Roselle, the best choice, has already been sealed by me. But if George III can become the new Black Emperor, it will be enough to limit my growth."
"When necessary, I will put all my efforts into one decisive battle, so you must also be prepared."
"Furthermore, I have an agreement with the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery's deity. He will only take that Uniqueness, and everything else, including the Sequence 1 characteristics, will belong to us. Under favorable conditions, I will prioritize supporting your advancement to Sequence 1."
Bernadette was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a serious expression in response:
"I will digest the Sage potion as soon as possible!"
Aaron hummed in affirmation, glanced at Bornova, who had consciously stopped nearby and hadn't approached, and after a nod of acknowledgment, returned to Audrey's room.
The sound of the subconscious ocean's waves still seemed to echo, and another self, dressed as a detective, appeared beside Audrey.
"According to Mr. Sun's description, the attire in the Forsaken Land of the Gods should be like this…"
Audrey, whose face could not hide her exhaustion, muttered to herself. With a shift of thought, her counterpart's original clothing instantly transformed into a more mystical Warlock robe.
Aaron, who had already understood Audrey's thoughts through the subconscious ocean, said no more. He raised his hand and took out an iron-black key from the Nation of Disorder. It was as large as a zither, ancient in form, and dull in luster.
It was the key he had obtained long ago from "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina, or more accurately, from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom behind her, the key to opening the Giant King's Court's door.
"The passage out of the Forsaken Land of the Gods is truly in the Giant King's Court, but the key to open that door has always been outside the Forsaken Land of the Gods…"
Digesting the information conveyed through spirituality, Audrey's expression was indescribably complex, and she inexplicably thought of the City of Silver's generations of struggle for survival.
With a soft sigh, Audrey's emotions slowly settled. Cooperating with Aaron's embryonic Divine Kingdom, she successfully contained her identity within the key.
After a careful inspection, Aaron put the key back into the Nation of Disorder and finally instructed:
"Upon arriving in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, hand the key to the Angel who serves me. Additionally, terrible dangers lurk within the Giant King's Court; do not even attempt to approach it until the time is right!"
At the same time, within the Nation of Disorder, directly above the dark gold world, at the end of the celestial pillar.
Endless chains of order extended from behind the blurry figure wearing a nine-layered crown, seemingly connecting reality and illusion.
The boundless dark gold world gently swayed. Above the "Moon City," which had become almost real, the rising, brilliant "Star" symbolizing Miracle Invoker Cavendish instantly transformed into a massive, dark gold door.
A surging power gathered, carrying a black iron key, violently crashed through the door, and disappeared the moment the chains of rules pierced through the darkness behind the door.
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Forsaken Land of the Gods, the Moon City shrouded in shadows.
Cavendish, who had received Aaron's oracle in advance, had already set up the ritual. A dark gold halo rose and intertwined, forming a phantom door covered in mysterious patterns.
He didn't even need to use the Miracle Invoker's authority to cooperate from inside and out; a colossal power that made him tremble broke through the invisible barrier of the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Although it was only for an instant, a strangely shaped black iron key had already appeared on the altar.
The next second, Audrey, clad in a Warlock robe, unable to hide her curiosity and excitement, proactively detached from her medium of possession and surveyed the city, whose style was vastly different from both the Southern and Northern Continents.