The projection of the embryonic Divine Kingdom quietly unfolded. Aaron beckoned, drawing the Die of Probability to him, and looked down at the milky-white dice in his hand, which resisted with all its might but could not turn an inch.
If this request had required the Evernight Goddess's help before, now, just a single drop of water from the River of Eternal darkness would be enough to silence this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, which possessed the characteristic of being 'alive'.
And as long as one did not forcibly interfere with the fate of a King of Angels or even a God, this silence would be enough to last for a long time. With some special seals, it could even extend until Will Auceptin, who would restart the Ouroboros, grew up and recovered his peak.
"Anyway, most of the corruption within Roselle has already been grafted onto the Omabella remains, so there's no need to consume the River of Eternal darkness's water to suppress it…"
Roughly guessing the infant's plan, Aaron glanced at the somewhat uneasy Ricciardo and did not stint. A colorless drop of liquid, carrying a strong aura of eternal silence, immediately emerged from the Divine Kingdom's projection and dripped onto the surface of the "Die of Probability" without any obstruction, silently seeping in.
After sensing it to confirm that no anomaly had occurred, Aaron returned the "Die of Probability," which had fallen into a state of eternal slumber, to Ricciardo, and casually gifted him two "Yesterday Once More" Charms:
"With those two present, Ouroboros won't approach Backlund anytime soon. Please give these two Charms to Will Auceptin for me. I hope to receive the help of fate tomorrow if necessary."
Ricciardo was stunned for a moment. Looking at the now empty abandoned port, he carefully put away the Sealed Artifact and Charms, then turned and disappeared into the tributary of fate.
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In the deep darkness, occasionally illuminated by lightning, Klein, who had completely digested the potion, massaged his slightly stinging brow from the spiritual dissipation and bowed slightly to Cavendish, who had teleported him away from Chernobyl, to show his gratitude.
Examining Klein, who was surrounded by grayish-white mist, Cavendish, who had summoned a horse lamp from the historical void, pointed to the grayish-white barrier faintly visible in the silver-white lightning in the distance:
"This is the northeast direction of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, far enough from Chernobyl. Crossing half of the Forsaken Land of the Gods to the Southville lead you to my Lord's land of faith, 'Moon City.' Exploring to the west will lead you to the intersection of the Abyss and this abandoned land, where there is residual corruption from the 'Dark Side of the Universe.'"
"Before the gate of the Giant King's Court opens, you only need to ensure your own safety. Besides Amon's tracking, you must also be careful of encountering Angels and Saints of the Aurora Order, as this is, after all, that one's Divine Kingdom."
"However, with the help of that mirror, you should have a much easier time."
Listening to the Miracle Invoker's warning, Klein recalled the simplified map of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, roughly understood his current location, and also understood the hint that the Miracle Invoker potion could be obtained by requesting a bestowal.
It wasn't until he heard the last sentence that Klein's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but look down at "Magic Mirror" Arrodes, who was tightly clutching his arm, hidden in his right sleeve.
I hope so… Klein muttered to himself. Seeing that he couldn't argue with Arrodes, he simply ignored it, pressed down his top hat towards Cavendish, then snapped his fingers, causing a cluster of crimson flames to rise from his pocket and envelop him like flowing water.
The firelight quickly dissipated, like scattered stars, and Klein's figure vanished from his original spot.
In a deformed hill closer to the grayish-white barrier, the firelight flickered continuously. Klein's figure appeared and disappeared, entering the historical fog, rushing back to before the First Epoch, and sitting atop the layers of ancient cities.
The Historical Projection remaining in the hill stood up, snapping its fingers repeatedly. In streaks of rising crimson flames, it flashed towards the grayish-white barrier that seemed to obscure everything.
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At the border of the Hornacis Mountains and the Central Plateau of the Northern Continent, Aaron emerged from the starlight portal, overlooking the hundred-mile stretch of black hills. He no longer deliberately restrained or suppressed his aura, allowing the majestic Yin power around him to ripple outwards.
Before long, scales of red appeared under the moonlight, reorganizing into a pair of illusory and hazy giant bat wings, inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols. An illusory and hazy portal opened outwards with the wings.
As a bloodline descendant of "Blood Moon Queen" Auernia, "New Moon" Duke Jorna, who had returned to the Northern Continent after the turmoil in East Balam ended, personally welcomed Aaron into the Moon Kingdom.
Compared to his last visit to this Sanguine holy land, Aaron clearly felt that the number of Sanguine gathered here had surged, with many Viscounts who had not even touched divinity appearing.
"New Moon" Jorna, who was leading the way, sighed, explaining with some indignation:
"After that heretic of the Rose School of Thought forcibly advanced to 'Beauty Goddess,' she began to influence the Sanguine, just as the 'Abomination' Suah previously influenced the entire Rose School of Thought. False and erroneous ancestral revelations are appearing more and more frequently."
"This forced us to make changes. All Sanguine who have obtained divinity, and those whose potion digestion inherently requires continuous understanding of the Moon, especially Viscounts below high Sequence who are most susceptible to being misled and corrupted by erroneous revelations, must regularly receive baptism in the holy land!"
It has become this serious? Aaron raised his eyebrows in surprise, inevitably wondering about the condition of Lilith, who bore the Fate of the Earth Mother.
"Hidden Sage, Beauty Goddess, Chained God…"
Aaron took a deep breath, settling his scattered thoughts. As long as the initial barrier was not broken, these were merely minor ailments. He even had a faint premonition that he would encounter these hidden individuals during the operation against George III.
In the ancient castle deep within the Moon Kingdom, the most ancient "Purple Moon" Liana, who had followed Lilith and survived the Great Cataclysm, proactively yielded the main seat and sat in a high-backed chair opposite "Full Moon" Olmer, gazing at Aaron, who walked into the ancient castle with a composed demeanor.
As a witness to the Four Emperors era, Liana clearly felt the level of power that caused the entire Moon Kingdom to react instinctively—it was a power that could touch a God!
"Did he accommodate that Uniqueness and become a King of Angels?"
"No, even Medici back then couldn't give me this feeling…"
Thoughts arose one after another. Liana, who had witnessed the second Blasphemy Slate, recalled the vague ancestral revelation. After ruling out many possibilities, she murmured with some realization and disbelief:
"Sefirah…"
Aaron smiled, stepping forward to sit in the main seat of the ancient castle, just like the Night Emperor over a thousand years ago, and corrected in a calm tone:
"You can call it the 'Nation of Disorder'!"
The already quiet ancient castle instantly became silent. Aaron leaned back in his chair and chuckled in a low voice:
"The Trunsoest Empire will reappear and become a true Divine Kingdom on earth. After more than a thousand years, I want to know your current choice."