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The strange expression on the face of the small Puppet, which was entangled in black branches, vanished, replaced by panic and fear, and its raised right hand had already been broken off and disappeared.
The "Door of Summoning," which had been clearly visible, silently melted away in the full burst of Sun's radiance, on the verge of shattering into pieces.
Just then, the miserable-looking Mahmosi let out a roar, no longer bothering with the flying "Scepter of Disaster" and his left arm, his flesh and blood strangely blurred, filling into the "Door of Summoning" that was about to melt away.
The two somewhat blurry arms that had been there previously reappeared, but they were covered in scorched marks. One hand blocked the brilliant light, while the other instantly grabbed Mahmosi. Then, both hands immediately vanished into the shattering "Door of Summoning."
Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, manipulating the pure light that had not yet dispersed to sweep back the flying "Scepter of Disaster," Mahmosi's left arm, and the strange Puppet's right hand.
The pure golden light transformed into golden patterns, adhering to the three items. Moments later, they became three golden cocoons of light, which, guided by an unseen force, landed beside Sharron.
"Sacrifice them to My Lord before the next Chaos Council…"
A strange, unfamiliar male voice sounded beside Sharron's ear. She instantly recalled the blurry figure with twelve pairs of wings on its back that she had just seen, feeling both shocked and that it was only natural.
Bernadette, still suspended in mid-air, glanced at the pure light still erupting nearby, like a miniature Sun, then at Sharron and the three golden cocoons at her feet. Her eyes flickered, but she said nothing.
Cattleya also withdrew her gaze from Bernadette, looking at Sharron with an unreadable expression.
Frank rubbed his throbbing head. Just as he was about to say something, his vision suddenly went dark. In a daze, he seemed to see boundless dark golden mist, and a pattern appeared and then vanished on his wrist.
Above the dark golden mist, Aaron casually tossed a ball of dark golden light towards Frank, who was a point of prayer light, then withdrew his gaze and pressed his finger onto the "Sun Chaser Scepter."
As blood surged forth, the scorching sensation on the "Sun Chaser Scepter" that seemed capable of burning the soul gradually diminished until it returned to normal.
Before Aaron could breathe a sigh of relief, as if a certain time limit had been reached, black ripples suddenly spread out from the "Eye of Chaos," which had been calm at the top of the throne, radiating in all directions.
The entire grand hall seemed to tremble. As black ripples spread, the high-backed chairs and stone chairs standing in the hall toppled, as if ravaged by a storm.
"I…" Aaron was about to say something when his vision suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness. The golden patterns on his body, symbolizing divinity, resonated with the magnificent palace, jointly resisting the invasion of the black ripples. Within the grand hall, dark golden mist surged.
In a hazy daze, Aaron seemed to see emptiness, etherealness, and void all around him, permeated by boundless dark golden mist. Black patterns appeared, but they were gradually eroded by the surrounding dark golden mist.
Backlund, Cherwood Borough, Sifield Street No. 43.
Fors, who had already fallen asleep, was suddenly awakened by a familiar yet strange stinging sensation. She painfully rolled off the bed and saw the blood-red full moon outside the window. Her remaining sanity screamed:
"Why is it a blood-red full moon again?"
Xio, from the next bedroom, directly burst in, holding the bottle of special potion Aaron had given her earlier.
Backlund, inside a simply decorated room.
Will Auceptin raised his head, countless tiny, transcendent, illusory wheels spinning in his pupils. They connected into a long band, almost meeting end to end.
He stared at the sudden blood-red full moon in the sky. Moments later, he suddenly curved his lips, murmuring in a very pleasant mood:
"Hehe, fate tells me that Ricciardo is safe. This deal was quite worth it."
Then he muttered:
"What exactly did that guy do to make the Rose School of Thought so angry? He's clearly still in Backlund, how interesting…"
In a hazy daze, Aaron seemed to grasp something solid, breaking free from that illusory feeling.
Aaron suddenly opened his eyes and found himself still sitting on the throne, his vision somewhat darkened. Looking at the scene around him, as if it had been struck by a storm, Aaron sighed silently.
This was the negative effect of using the "Eye of Chaos" to magnify the Unshadowed Spear, even though Aaron had not directly aimed at the Angel, but only at the strange Puppet that used the "Door of Summoning."
Relying on the Unshadowed Spear's suppressive effect on the defiled and the magnification from the "Eye of Chaos," that strike barely touched the Angel's Sequence.
Even with Aaron's Sequence increase after accommodating the Black Emperor card and his advancement, and with the Nation of Disorder bearing most of the backlash for Aaron, this level of backlash still caused the unwell Aaron to directly lose consciousness for a period of time.
This was also why Aaron did not directly bring the three spoils of war above the dark golden mist; he was worried about potential backlash, which would leave him unable to attend to those three dangerous items from the Rose School of Thought.
Taking a deep breath, Aaron endured the stinging pain in his brain and raised his right hand. As the dark golden mist surged, the magnificent hall returned to its usual appearance.
After peeling off the Black Emperor card, a feeling of weakness that seemed to touch his soul welled up. Aaron struggled to return to the real world and immediately collapsed onto his bed.
The Sun hung high. In the suburbs of Backlund, Aaron slowly awoke, still feeling a bit groggy. He glanced out the window, finally having the energy to recall what happened yesterday, and couldn't help but feel a bit emotional:
"The effect of the 'Eye of Chaos' is indeed powerful. The backlash at the rule level it brings should be related to the Sequence of the affected target."
"Moreover, most of the reflection can be borne by the Sefirah. After I truly advance to a Demigod, I can further integrate with the Sefirah, and with the Black Emperor card, I should truly be able to withstand backlash at the Angel level."
"After this experience, the backlash is not only affected by the affected person's Sequence but also by the magnification level of the Eye of Chaos."
"The backlash this time wasn't as strong as expected, which should also be for this reason."
Aaron weakly got out of bed and opened the door. The butler, who had been standing at the door, immediately bowed and replied upon seeing Aaron emerge:
"Lord Aaron, the operation last night was generally smooth, with only a minor incident, but it has been resolved by Mr. Soro Bint."
"All evidence has currently been collected, and the abducted people have been temporarily housed in a nearby warehouse."
Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in satisfaction: "You did very well. Take me to Mr. Soro Bint."
In his mind, he pondered: "What kind of incident would require a Sequence 5 to personally intervene? Could there still be a powerful Demoness Sect member guarding the place?"
The butler walked ahead, leading Aaron towards the depths of the manor.
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