In Backlund, downstream of the Tussock River, a raven with a white ring around its right eye perched atop a tree branch.
It seemed to sense something, tilting its head slightly, and a somewhat mocking laugh escaped its beak:
"Tsk, so it hid in the Forsaken Land of the Gods..."
He immediately looked back at the cliff face of the distant mountain, which was suddenly tinged with a faint blue light, gradually becoming hazy and blurred.
A charming and graceful figure emerged, none other than the Demoness of Orange, who had taken over from the Demoness of White to continue cooperating with the Loen royal family.
"Tomorrow is when George III plans to begin, so today I'll make one last attempt to find the Primordial Demoness's vessel. I hope this thing Zaratul made will be effective..."
This high-ranking Demoness, who wielded a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, looked at the compass-like object in her hand with a solemn expression, then stepped into the mirror of ice crystals that had formed before her.
The white-eyed raven remained in its posture, looking down, muttering to itself:
"Watch the bait... swallow the bait...."
The dark eyes still had a residual faint blue light, and various distorted symbols rapidly flashed, slowly returning to stillness.
As a Cryptologist at the King of Angels level, even with the mausoleum barrier set up by Bethel Abraham, and without interference from Concealment-related authorities, fully observing the "Door" ritual was enough for him to analyze and deduce the correct entry method.
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A black spire stood on a desolate, dark plain, with a giant silver-white Snake of Fate coiled around it, its body covered in complete circular patterns formed by intertwined designs and symbols.
The strange half-dream, half-awake state abruptly ended after directly facing that unique symbolic pattern, and Trissy, dressed in a black gown, suddenly opened her eyes, ignoring the stinging spirituality, and quickly sifted through the abundant information that had appeared in her mind.
"Backlund outskirts..."
Recalling the mausoleum coordinates in her mind, Trissy suppressed a crazy laugh that echoed through the abandoned factory building, as an eerie black flame rose, obliterating the remaining traces.
Holding the "Yesterday Once More" charm, Trissy roughly guessed how that high-level existence, suspected to be the Snake of Fate, had pinpointed her, but with her life already counting down, she didn't care.
Trissy's figure suddenly faded, taking on the luster of a night lake, and she walked towards the full-length mirror, taller than a person, with shimmering water-like undulations and faint dark glow, standing in the depths of the factory building.
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Backlund, at Dr. Ceres's home, in the black baby carriage.
The chubby baby rubbed his eyes, silently muttering:
"The Primordial Demoness's aura is truly repulsive..."
As he spoke, Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk, turned over and buried his face in the small pillow in the baby carriage, using the special abilities of the Pathway of Fate to transmit some information to Ricciardo, who was currently digesting his Sequence 3 Misfortune Mage potion near Backlund.
If he hadn't known that Amon and Adam had both set their sights on Backlund, Ouroboros, that stinky snake, would certainly not have dared to track him here, and Will Auceptin would never have agreed to get involved in these matters.
"For a small baby, Backlund is truly too uninhabitable..."
The chubby baby's face wrinkled, and Will Auceptin sighed with an old-fashioned air, then resumed his nap after sensing that the direction of fate had not undergone drastic changes.
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In the Nation of Disorder, Aaron's consciousness returned after dispelling his projection. Taking advantage of Amon's main body having left the Forsaken Land of the Gods to retrieve the remains of the God of Glory, he did not choose to bring Arrodes back.
Firstly, it fulfilled his promise to the magic mirror, and secondly, after Klein had completely digested the Scholar of Yore potion, he could further control Sefirah Castle. With Arrodes's assistance, even facing Amon's main body, he would be able to hide in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for a long time.
The surging dark gold mist solidified and condensed, leaving numerous intricate golden patterns on the surface of the greenish-black bone sword that exuded infinite death and decay.
Aaron, having dispelled his projection, immediately raised his hand to summon this terrifying Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. With the suppression of the Sefirah, the cursed whispers of Giant King Aurmir and God of Glory Badheil were shielded, and he truly explored the terror of this bone sword.
In addition to the various powerful offensive abilities granted by the Sequence 2 Glory Beyonder Characteristic it contained, the curses from the remains of the Giant King and his son were further strengthened during the fusion, specifically targeting the most powerful defenses of high-level Warriors.
"Bearing a certain price, this will be the key to Judgement completing the ritual for the God of Combat!"
"Indeed, a family should always be together, neat and tidy..."
His thoughts settled, and Aaron looked at the greenish-black bone sword, which had not yet been used but had already corroded most of its seal just from his investigation, and directly tossed it to the Genie as a companion.
Using spiritual meditation to confirm the current time, Aaron retrieved several sealed containers from the mist, which held the ritual materials for opening the Blood Emperor's ruins—the blood of 22 Pathway Beyonders.
Aaron had a clear goal for disrupting George III's advancement: merely to disrupt the ritual, causing the king to fall into loss of control and madness, and the remaining handling would be taken over by the gods of the Astral World.
In any case, no matter who obtained the Black Emperor's Beyonder Characteristics and Uniqueness, as long as Roselle began to revive in the Astral World, these Beyonder Characteristics would eventually return one by one.
Therefore, the primary goal was to retrieve the last portion of the Hand of Order Beyonder Characteristic and hunt the founder of Loen, William Augustus I!
"It's a pity that such a high-level Beyonder, close to the peak of a Sequence, cannot be pinpointed to a specific mausoleum through divination or prophecy."
"I can only use the simplest method: simultaneously invade every mausoleum, and once the location is confirmed, I will descend directly using faith-based positioning."
As the thought flashed, Aaron threw the already pre-packaged blood vials into different stars of faith, then his consciousness plummeted, returning to reality with the last vial of blood, and directly activated Spirit World traversal to arrive at the rebuilt Pritz Harbor.
Having been informed in advance by Will Auceptin, Ricciardo, the Fate Councilor who had been waiting there early, immediately emerged from the hidden fate tributary and respectfully bowed:
"Your Eminence Aaron...."
"Give it to Demoness Trissy. You should encounter her when you return to Backlund." Aaron nodded slightly in response, pushing the blood vial in his hand forward, but his eyes were fixed on Ricciardo's upper jacket pocket; the bulging shape of the clothing there looked familiar.
Ricciardo took the blood vial, nodding without surprise. After sensing Aaron's gaze, he carefully took out the milky-white "Die of Probability" from his upper jacket pocket.
Recalling his President's rather blunt request, Ricciardo smiled bitterly in his heart and continued, choosing his words carefully:
"The President asked me to send his regards. Because my student will need this Sealed Artifact when he advances to Sequence 4 Misfortune Mage, the President hopes you can provide some assistance, as an equivalent exchange for the help you provided before."