The scroll of civilization, which had appeared out of thin air, forcibly transformed Leyton into countless complex and pure knowledge, information, and words, imprinting them within itself.
Within the vast and illusory Astral World, countless illusory information currents intertwined, forming a region filled with chaotic and distorted "light."
The struggle between the God of Steam and Machinery and the Hidden Sage on the information level caused the information of the entire world to become disordered.
Knowledge recorded in books became erroneous, and the meaning of words was confused.
People's perception of the world became distorted; the colors seen by their eyes, the sounds heard by their ears, and the smells detected by their noses had clearly not changed, yet they were always unable to form correct cognition.
In the office of the Backlund "Loen Charitable Scholarship Fund," Audrey looked blankly at Susie, the golden retriever beside her, and asked, "Susie, when did you dye your fur green?"
"Green? But I'm clearly yellow, no, red, no, white, yes, I'm white."
Susie, the golden retriever, also wore a blank expression. For a moment, she couldn't even imagine what various colors looked like in her mind. No, she even had trouble understanding what a dog was.
Fors, who was currently staying on an island in the Sonia Sea, diligently digesting and role-playing as a Traveler, sat at her desk, writing furiously. Her inspiration was constantly gushing forth, and countless ingenious ideas that she usually couldn't think of were taking shape under her pen.
On the Future in the Sonia Sea, Cattleya was constantly flipping through a book. As she turned the pages, the words on them continuously decreased.
In the bottom cabin of the Future, Frank was astonished to find his experiment proceeding extremely smoothly. Various characteristics that were originally difficult to graft were now easily combined by him.
"I truly am a genius!" Frank instinctively praised himself, then realized something was wrong, scratched his head in confusion, and muttered, "Why am I scolding myself? That doesn't seem right either."
Cookawa city in the Northern State, which was originally a Loen colony, had now been unified along with the Northern State.
Emlyn had remained here after arriving on the Southern Continent with the Vampire team. His daily routine currently involved refining various potions with good healing effects, but at this moment, he was at a loss. He found himself unable to distinguish the medicinal ingredients he was extremely familiar with.
This situation occurred simultaneously across the world; knowledge became chaotic, causing all battlefields to fall into an eerie stagnation.
On the coastline of the Northern State, adjacent to the Fog Sea, a young man wearing a white priest's robe with gold embroidery emerged from the steel fleet anchored in the Fog Sea.
Silently, an immense sense of oppression descended upon him from a great distance. Bright, scorching, and pure sunlight broke through the clouds, dispelling the perennial mist over the Fog Sea. Two blazing suns, one large and one small, hung in the sky, casting down scorching, dazzling light.
"Alas~"
Amidst a deep, heavy sigh, Sasrir emerged from the dim and profound spiritual world. A curtain of shadow descended from the sky, merging with the shadows and darkness on the ground, significantly weakening the scorching sunlight.
In the sky, the two suns continuously cast down blazing light, and waves of pure light surged, intertwining to form a golden "ocean"!
And on the ground, a dark, viscous "ocean" full of degenerate aura formed around Sasrir, forming a stark contrast with the golden "ocean" flowing in the sky. They intertwined, attempting to assimilate, pollute, and Purify each other.
The power of the Sun Domain's restraint over the domains of Evil and Fallen gradually made Sasrir's resistance difficult. The pure golden radiance gradually gained the upper hand, attempting to Purify everything beneath the sunlight.
Rumble! Rumble!
The winds and waves of the Berserk Sea suddenly intensified, countless silvery lightning snakes darted about, and the heavy clouds continuously pressed down.
Amidst the gales, waves, and thunder, the figure of a majestic middle-aged man, clad in black armor, treading on waves, surrounded by storms, with lightning on his back, and holding a trident, appeared and disappeared.
The Lord of Storms abandoned the Loen battlefield and chose to strike the True Creator's forces on the Southern Continent.
To avoid disturbing the True Creator's main body sleeping on the Southern Continent, he did not directly project his power onto the Southern Continent. Instead, he used the extreme weather of the Berserk Sea and the lingering aura of the Death to conceal his own aura, making his attack unexpected.
Streaks of silvery lightning snakes shot out, carrying a strong, almost tangible, tyrannical and destructive aura, striking down densely, falling towards the Intis army currently stationed on the Berserk Sea.
Under the blanket strike of the lightning forest, the Intis fleet was attacked and largely destroyed before it could even react.
This scene was beyond the expectations of all beings observing this battlefield; it seemed no one had anticipated that the Lord of Storms, who was supporting Intis, would suddenly turn and heavily attack his own allies.
On the Dawn, Roselle was already prepared for this automaton to bravely sacrifice itself, intending to use the Hand of Order characteristic to its fullest extent to save the people in this port.
He stopped his movements and looked out the captain's cabin window at the sky with some disbelief, his expression constantly changing, finally turning into a bitter smile:
"As expected of the most senior 'Spectator,' he once again deceived everyone, all gods."
"I wonder if that guy anticipated this scene. He could so easily allow himself to be restricted by 'Steam'; he should have had some foresight already. Heh... these surface allies are testing each other."
After muttering a few words, Roselle no longer worried about the safety of the Southern Continent and sat back in his captain's chair with an expression of watching a show, murmuring, "Now it's 'Storm's' turn to worry. I wonder if this reckless fellow, who directly descended, can return to his Divine Kingdom intact."
As if to confirm Roselle's words, a deep and dark ocean was reflected in the sky above the Berserk Sea.
Every drop of water there was like a light and shadow, as if representing a point of consciousness, an imprint. This was the collective unconscious ocean of all living beings on this planet!
In the collective unconscious ocean, a thick curtain of shadow emerged, easily covering the entire sky, and from within it, a crimson bloom unfolded.
Since the Fifth Epoch, the True Creator had for the first time revealed himself outside the Forsaken Land of the Gods, wantonly unleashing the power and aura of the domains of shadow, darkness, Fallen, defilement, and mind.
The moment he was enveloped by the shadow curtain, the Lord of Storms immediately transformed himself into an electric current and light speed, becoming a silvery electric light close to the speed limit, attempting to break through the shadow's blockade.
As he moved, an electric light, contrary to him, covered in a layer of black and carrying some evil and Fallen connotations, separated from him and entangled with the silvery electric light into which the Lord of Storms had transformed.
Almost simultaneously, brass-colored faint lights continuously emerged above the shadow curtain covering the sky, swiftly moving and outlining one mysterious symbol after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes that could directly see weak points and create weak points.
A spear, pure to the extreme, blazing white to the extreme, seemingly composed of pure sunlight, was cast down from an illusory realm in the Astral World, filled with clear sunlight.
It instantly crossed a long distance, appearing above the shadow curtain, plunging into the weak point created by the pair of brass-colored illusory eyes, and expanded into a miniature sun, blazing white to the extreme and scorching hot to the extreme, tearing a huge gap in the shadow curtain.
The silvery electric light, close to the speed limit, broke through the restraint of the crimson light and rushed out from within the shadow curtain, returning to the Chasm of Storms in the Astral World almost in the blink of an eye.
As the Lord of Storms departed, the shadow curtain covering the sky above the Berserk Sea also disappeared.
Under a sky with no dark clouds or sea breeze, a male figure, wearing a black clerical robe with a silver cross hanging on his chest, materialized in mid-air.
His hair was not long, predominantly black, but the roots showed a pale yellow to golden hue. His eyes were pure black, flowing with a nearly solidified sense of Fallen and madness. His skin was pale, and his features were sharp.
He always had a gentle smile on his lips, and in his hand, he held a constantly pulsating, black-covered electric light.
This was the portion he had torn from the Lord of Storms using the authority of Fallen and Mind!
Within the thick and vast scroll of civilization, which had carried thousands of years of civilization, countless torrents surged out, rapidly converging and reassembling Leyton's body.
Almost simultaneously, in the clear sky, an illusory book appeared out of thin air, transforming the remaining Intis fleet into pure knowledge, information, and words, imprinting them within itself, and disappearing from everyone's sight.
This attack, launched by the allied forces of Intis and the Loen Church of the Lord of Storms, quickly concluded in a way that surprised everyone!
The God of Steam and Machinery and the Hidden Sage, who had been fighting in the Astral World, had also withdrawn. The information, which had been chaotic due to their battle, also returned to normal.
People's perception of the world became clear again, and their memories and cognition of various information in their minds returned to normal.
In the office of the Backlund "Loen Charitable Scholarship Fund," Susie, the golden retriever who had been struggling with the color of her fur, hesitantly shook her head and looked at Audrey, saying, "Audrey, I think I just became stupid, well, not stupid, my IQ is still normal, it's just that the knowledge in my head became chaotic."
Audrey nodded, her tone much heavier, saying, "Hmm, I felt it too. It's not just us experiencing this. Perhaps, Feysac used some special mystical items to launch a mystical attack on Backlund."