Leyton's words received no response from the God of Steam and Machinery, but he didn't care, continuing as if talking to himself:
"For you, the best scenario should have been for me to be held back by William Augustus I, while you, taking the opportunity, quickly defeated or even killed the Hidden Sage by uniting with the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Red Angel's evil spirits."
"Unfortunately, what went there was just a Historical Projection of me, and the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Lord of Storms were immediately targeted by the True Creator, so they had no chance to help you."
"However, this current situation isn't bad for you either. Is this your alternative plan?"
"Under the blockade of the Divine Kingdom, I cannot draw strength from my main body to effectively suppress you. The other True Gods and Evil Gods are either in a chaotic battle or have not yet revived, making it difficult for them to interfere in our struggle. And you, having made full preparations, as long as you have enough time, will always be able to suppress me little by little."
"But, have you ever considered a problem? When all high-level existences are tied up and unable to act, isn't that the best opportunity for those existences in the Cosmos to erode the barrier and contaminate and influence this world?"
Leyton's voice was not pure; it was more like complex, distorted segments of corrupted gibberish, echoing as a stream of information within the black mist and the constantly rising Steam, attempting to interfere with and even contaminate the other party.
In the extremely complex reality, daylight was suddenly replaced by a brilliant Cosmos, with stars twinkling one after another, as if circles of ripples were spreading across the sky.
On the invisible barrier outside Earth, distorted and ferocious transparent faces emerged, pressing tightly against the barrier, pushing hard downwards, attempting to widen the few existing cracks.
As time passed, invisible forces gradually passed through the obstruction of the Seven Gods' Divine Kingdoms, seeping through the cracks and transforming into specks of scarlet, silver-white, and dim light, disappearing into nothingness.
In reality, the massive changes occurring in the Cosmos were obstructed by the deep night, orange-red twilight, golden sunlight, and storm clouds in the sky, and thus were not seen by too many people.
And those existences who noticed this scene and could understand its meaning either had no intention of stopping it or were powerless to stop it.
In a basement somewhere in Backlund, a certain infant, who had fortunately escaped the war's impact with his family and had also fortunately stocked up on food and ice cream in the basement beforehand, tightened the silver silk on his body.
"This world is truly too difficult. Is no one going to manage it? Those guys are getting more and more heated in their fight, even the one who claims to be named after rationality and wisdom has turned into a mobster."
"If this continues, not only will Backlund be unsuitable for an infant's life, but even this world will be too dangerous and terrible for an infant."
Muttering a few words, Will Auceptin pulled the silk over, burying himself in it like a quail.
As Feysac and Feynapotter's offensive grew more intense, Leonard and his Red Gloves squad also joined Backlund's defense line.
Having just repelled a wave of enemy attacks with Pallez's help, before he could even catch his breath, Pallez's voice suddenly echoed in Leonard's ears:
"If this war doesn't end soon, it's really going to get chaotic. I hope those high and mighty Gods haven't lost their minds."
Leonard froze for a moment, hesitating for two seconds as he didn't quite react, then he slightly tilted his head and asked in a low voice:
"What do you mean?"
"Some things are not for you to understand. You just need to know that if this chaotic war among the Gods doesn't end quickly, this world will become increasingly chaotic and dangerous."
"It should be said that the war developing to this point is already quite unbelievable; there might be deeper reasons pushing it from behind."
Pallez's voice quickly faded, falling silent again.
Leonard called out to the old man several times but received no response. Feysac's army attacked again, so he had no choice but to continue fighting.
On the other side of the Astral World, several figures emerged within an illusory kingdom simultaneously enveloped by night and twilight.
This was the Evernight Goddess's the Tenebrous Heaven. Her figure became extremely tall, like a towering mountain, with six arms growing from her sides, resembling a humanoid Demonic Wolf.
She held a heavy, Dark scythe in two hands, cradled a crimson Moon in two other hands, held a bird-shaped golden ornament in one hand, and left her other hand empty, standing calmly in a sea of flowers composed of Moonflowers and Nightscent Grass.
At this moment, two uninvited guests had intruded here and were silently confronting Her.
Within the orange-red twilight, a colossal, mountain-like figure emerged. His limbs were long and somewhat deformed, and he wore a dilapidated silver full-body armor, with only a cluster of orange-red light visible in the pupils' positions.
He slowly advanced, dragging an exaggerated longsword in his right hand, plowing a deep, difficult-to-heal gully across the ground covered in Moonflowers, Nightscent Grass, and other plants.
As he stepped, the light of twilight further encroached upon the night here.
On his other side, the blooming Moonflowers and Nightscent Grass suddenly grew larger, expanding wildly. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a dense primeval jungle, with countless trees obscuring the "sky."
Within the jungle, a figure emerged, wrapped in deep green vines and adorned with various herbs and flowers.
Her figure was also as vast as a mountain, with a plump physique, flowing emerald green robes, and an illusory infant cradled in her arms.
The Earth Mother, who had arrived in the Tenebrous Heaven with the God of Combat, turned her head to glance at the Giant who seemed to merge with the twilight, then withdrew her gaze with no emotion in her eyes, and together with Him, approached the Evernight Goddess, who had transformed into a humanoid Demonic Wolf and was dragging the Dark scythe.
The Twilight Giant, who accompanied the arrival of twilight, did not hesitate at all. He held the exaggerated longsword with both hands and slashed forward fiercely, colliding with the heavy, Dark scythe and freezing in mid-air.
A dark brown wooden staff pierced Him from behind, entering His heart, passing through His chest, and frantically drawing His life force, as if to drag Him back to the earth, back to nature.
Even a Sequence 0 True God could hardly withstand this level of life drain. The God of Combat's body began to collapse from the inside out.
The Evernight Goddess, who had already mastered the Death Uniqueness, delivered the final blow to Him, inserting the bird-shaped golden ornament through the gap in His silver helmet into His head, granting Him true Death!
The Twilight Giant's body could not withstand such an attack, disintegrating into clusters of orange-red twilight light, some of which detached from the Evernight Goddess's the Tenebrous Heaven and fell to various parts of reality.
The remaining portions were intercepted by the Evernight Goddess and the Earth Mother, becoming their spoils of war.
Accompanying the rapidly receding twilight, the Evernight Goddess threw the crimson Moon she held in both hands to the Earth Mother.
The latter took the Crimson Moon, turned to look at the illusory Astral World above her head, and extended her right hand holding the Crimson Moon.
A silver-white Moon suddenly appeared in the Astral World, causing spirituality to decrease and connections to weaken, thereby reducing the penetration and corruption of Outer Deities on the barrier.
The Evernight Goddess turned her gaze towards reality, towards the palace in Backlund.
Silently, this magnificent palace, which had stood in Backlund for hundreds or thousands of years, disappeared, leaving only a huge sunken pit in the ground.
A dark red stream of light, as if freed from its restraints, shot straight into the sky, accompanying the deep night that had swallowed the twilight, and flew into the illusory Astral World.
With the return of the last portion of the Prince of Abolition characteristic, Roselle had completely and truly revived!
The shadows covering most of the Astral World suddenly retracted, condensing into a blurry human figure, gradually becoming real from illusory, and clear from blurry.
In less than ten seconds, Roselle appeared completely and truly in the Astral World.
He wore a dark red coat with rusty gold threads and a magnificent crown inlaid with red gems on his head.
He had long, slightly curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and two beautifully groomed small mustaches.
"Rejoice, for now, your Emperor has returned!"
Roselle magnified his voice, transmitting it into the ears of every living being on Earth.
After his dramatic declaration, he then turned his gaze to the Divine Kingdom projected by the God of Steam and Machinery using the Scroll of Civilization.
"In the end, it still falls to me to save the world."
As he spoke, he took a step forward, instantly traversing an unknown distance, appearing directly outside the battlefield of Leyton and the God of Steam and Machinery.
He raised his hand and gently grasped forward. The already illusory Divine Kingdom projection instantly became transparent, as if it had become a kind of illusion, isolated in another world, unable to affect reality.
As the Divine Kingdom projection was hidden, countless black mists and white Steam instantly permeated from the Scroll of Civilization, continuously seeping outwards and spreading.
At the very center, the figures of Leyton and the God of Steam and Machinery became increasingly blurred, as if after exhausting a large amount of computing power and information, even their own maintenance became difficult.
"My ally has arrived, and it seems your ally cannot."
Leyton transmitted his words to Steam in the form of an information stream, forming segments of highly contaminating gibberish.
As he tried to contaminate Steam, clusters of Dark spread out from around Roselle, continuously twisting and chaotic the underlying rules of the world, establishing a new order.
Under the order established by Roselle, the rules belonging to reality were weakened, while the power of the mystical side was magnified and strengthened.
The black mist derived from the "Mysticism" authority instantly boiled, overwhelming the constantly rising white Steam.