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Awatoma nodded slightly noncommittally, took the light cluster that was about to dissipate, and sensed it carefully. After a moment, he asked for confirmation:
"You just took His frontal attack. How did it feel?"
The illusory figure was silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"Although there are still some doubts in some places, it can be generally confirmed that His state is indeed on the verge of losing control."
Not caring what doubts the fellow in front of him had, Awatoma nodded with satisfaction after confirming his thoughts and said nothing more, his figure slowly dissipating.
The illusory figure shook its head upon seeing this and also disintegrated into rays of light, escaping into the surrounding sea of subconscious, leaving only Egor and Zatwin looking at each other in dismay.
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Southern Sea of Syberang, coast of the Loen Kingdom colony.
Azure blue light converged into a dazzling light door, and the East Tucker Fleet, which had escaped the battlefield with the help of the Star Crown, reappeared on the sea surface as space stretched and restored.
The entire fleet erupted in cheers of excitement. Unlike the excited crew members, Gusman Weil, who was already a Demigod, noticed the dissipation of his secondary ancestor's figure, feeling a sense of unease and anxiety in his heart.
Before he could pray again, his body was uncontrollably pulled by some force, and a majestic voice simultaneously came from his ear:
"Do not resist!"
Gusman Weil's heart stirred, recognizing the voice. He dispersed the flame spear he had condensed in his hand and simultaneously transmitted a message to Soro Bint, ordering him to reorganize the wounded and continue forward.
Following the pull, he passed through an illusory Door and arrived in a space interwoven with starlight. Varna Weil, clad in black armor, stood quietly, the Star Crown shining with a dreamlike radiance, floating in mid-air.
Recalling the Weather Warlock who had exuded an infinitely tyrannical and mad aura earlier, Gusman's mind was filled with questions, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Seemingly discerning his doubts, Varna beckoned the Star Crown over and explained:
"This Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was formed from the Beyonder characteristic of a Sequence 2 Planeswalker of the Apprentice Pathway."
"It has a very powerful ability, which I call Replication."
"It can replicate Beyonder abilities or individuals closely related to the holder. Of course, there is a certain probability of failure, and the reappeared individuals can only launch one attack before dissipating."
"That mad and out-of-control Weather Warlock just now was recreated by me using the Star Crown and another item."
"I hid in the dark, secretly manipulating the Star Crown, combined with the concealment ability of a Secrets Sorcerer's 'Concealment' strengthened to the Angel level, to put on a good show for that group of people."
Gusman's heart stirred, and some of his doubts were answered, but more questions emerged in his mind:
Who was the mad and out-of-control Weather Warlock that was reappeared? Why did he reveal the specific information of this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact of the family to me?
Not caring what his junior was thinking, Varna continued speaking on his own:
"In addition to the Replication ability, it can also allow the holder to transform into a symbolic form, and can also avoid fatal attacks through short-term symbolization."
"The combination of barrier and hidden space abilities can, to a certain extent, seal special items and creatures, and even seal off an area or a scene."
"After initial mastery, it can transfer creatures, items, and space within that area to another location."
"It can transfer the holder and enemies to harsh environments, and then roam away, or it can directly bring a certain scene to the location of oneself and the enemy."
Speaking of this, He chuckled lightly, adding in a strange tone:
"And this location can be the Abyss, or it can be the Cosmos."
For some reason, Gusman, who was listening intently, instinctively felt a tremor upon hearing these two names.
Slowly pushing the Star Crown in his hand to Gusman, Varna restrained his smile and said seriously:
"After today's probing, there should be no more Angel-level interventions. I also must lie low for a period, so this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact will temporarily be in your charge. It should be enough to deal with most situations in the Southern Continent."
Looking at his astonished expression, and recalling that Aaron had already wielded a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact of unknown origin when he was Sequence 6, Varna sighed in his heart and added:
"I have already sealed this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact to a certain extent, reducing both its power and negative effects."
"When reappearing abilities and individuals, one must have a sufficient understanding of the object to be reappeared, otherwise the holder will experience unknown anomalies."
"And you must note that if the Star Crown is not worn, various unpredictable abnormal situations will occur around it, and it may even teleport objects within a certain area to dangerous regions, so it must be sealed."
"Before you achieve Sequence 3 War Bishop, you need to return regularly to reinforce the seal."
"When used on a Blood Moon Night, one will hear the terrifying ravings of a certain existence. Even a seal cannot block it, and it will bring terrible pollution."
After explaining the negative effects of this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, a blood-colored crystal radiating strong spiritual fluctuations and an iron-blooded aura, like a pulsating flame, appeared out of thin air in Varna's right hand.
Feeling a strong attraction from the depths of his spirituality, Gusman suddenly looked up and heard Varna's light chuckle:
"This is a Sequence 3 War Bishop Beyonder characteristic, and it is related to Aaron, so you can have priority in obtaining the opportunity for advancement...."
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Southern Continent, East Balam, Ancient Forest.
The light of dusk swept across the land, and time seemed to freeze here. The entire sky was tinged with a clear sense of decay, as if the day of the whole world was nearing its end, and eternal Darkness was about to descend.
Archbishop Larrion's projection of the Church of the God of Combat looked grimly at the molten pit on the ground. He felt a strong purifying aura from it, and his deep, majestic voice echoed across the sky:
"Sun!"
Even though Andor Corvette crushed the Twilight token at the last moment, allowing Larrion to successfully project his power, it still couldn't save him.
For any orthodox church, a Sequence 4 Archbishop is a strategic resource, especially with the impending apocalypse.
But the reality of death could not be changed. As long as the Beyonder characteristic remained, a new Demon Hunter could be born after some time.
A giant hand made entirely of orange-yellow light reached towards the molten pit on the ground. The aura of decay permeated, and the churning magma turned into black-brown stone.
A grayish-brown heart, about the size of a head, covered in pores and shimmering with dawn-like radiance, was pulled out of the deep pit. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the lower half of the heart was completely stained black, like a pulsating black pus sac, emitting an evil and degenerate aura.
Above the dark gold mist, Aaron leaned back against his throne, watching the orange-yellow giant hand about to touch the heart. In the end, he couldn't bear to part with his spoils.
"This is also a Sequence 2 Angel's projection. Last time, when I was Sequence 6, I used the Eye of Chaos to injure the projection medium of 'King of Curses' Barranca, and I endured that backlash."
"Now that my Sequence has advanced further, I can mobilize more power from the Sefirah. The bold survive, the timid starve. Such a good opportunity might not come again."
Conflicting thoughts flashed through Aaron's mind. After making up his mind, the golden patterns on his body, radiating divine light, instantly lit up, and waves of inexplicable fluctuations emerged and reverberated in the magnificent palace.
The dark gold mist followed the fluctuations, finally surging together into the Eye of Chaos embedded at the top of the throne.
A pillar of light shot from the Eye of Chaos directly to the top of the Sun-Chasing Scepter. The light became increasingly dazzling, sweeping the surrounding dark gold mist, emitting waves of terrifying pressure that made one's heart palpitate.
The prayer light points that were about to dissipate were also forcibly extended by this power. Golden light, mixed with the power of the dark gold mist, poured out like a flood from an open gate.
Above the molten pit, an endless stream of light suddenly emerged, as if it had instantly transformed into the Sun descended into reality. Pure and clear light permeated, turning the surrounding area into a shadowless, evil-free, Unshadowed kingdom.
Layer upon layer of golden patterns spread outwards, directly crushing the orange-yellow giant hand, dispelling and purifying the decaying aura, and simultaneously extending towards the horizon.
A second Sun rose in the sky, which had been completely solidified in orange twilight. Half of the sky remained twilight, while the other half was entirely filled with dazzling gold.
Larrion seemed to have anticipated this attack. The dark green symbols in his pupils looked at the Unshadowed domain that occupied half the sky, yet revealed an incredible bewilderment.
He clearly felt the surge of power, a high-level power from the Sun domain contending with His Twilight domain, but He could not sense the source of the power.
Even if the opponent was not His true body, but a power projection through some medium like Him, He should at least be able to sense the position of the medium acting as a power transfer.
And as a power projection, regardless of status or ability, it was inferior to an ordinary Angel, but essentially still a complete Mythical Creature. The inability to discover the source of the power already indicated many problems.
Without further hesitation, He raised His right hand. Under the half of the sky still enveloped in orange-yellow light, rays of twilight light simultaneously underwent strange refractions and intertwined with Him, condensing into a giant figure nearly ten meters tall.
This figure was very blurred, containing an eternal and unchanging meaning, like a reflection cast from the mythical era.
His skin was grayish-blue, He wore silver-gray armor stained with blood-like patches, and His face had a cluster of light resembling a setting Sun, which seemed to be the manifestation of His eyes.
This was the complete Mythical Creature form - the Twilight Giant. The projection's existence time was relatively short, so it naturally had to use its strongest means.
His mere existence caused the forest below, along with the void, to bend, making all things uncontrollably begin to decay.
Not far away, Shaman King Klarman's Dark Wings behind him slowly withered under the orange light. He didn't dare to look back and continued to sprint wildly after landing on the ground, relying on his strong physique.
But his pale skin still developed granules, slowly turning grayish-blue, and at the center of his forehead, flesh squirmed, as if some Monster was about to emerge.
He hadn't even seen the Mythical Creature form yet, merely approaching the figure, and he was already gradually showing signs of losing control.
Realizing this, Shaman King Klarman was horrified. He no longer held any Luck mentality, took out a grayish-white finger bone from his In arms, frantically poured his spirituality into it, and muttered something.
Joseph Weil was relatively better off. Although he didn't know why, the sudden appearance of crimson-gold light that occupied half the sky had enveloped him.
Instead of the imagined burning pain, it brought a warm sensation, allowing him to briefly resist the erosion of decay and even remove some of the pollution caused by using that Demoness Pathway Sealed Artifact.
The giant figure standing in the twilight looked at all this with eyes like a setting Sun, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, like a carved stone statue.
Suddenly, the cluster of light on His face flickered, and then He lowered His body, slamming His fists heavily onto the ground.
Bang!
The earth shook violently, cracking open a fissure, making Joseph and Klarman unable to control their balance, staggering and almost falling.
At this moment, the giant figure, as if from mythical legends, pulled out an illusory greatsword, formed by twilight light, from the earth fissure and fiercely swung it forward.
An orange-red light storm suddenly formed, sweeping towards the massive crimson-gold Sun.
Wherever this light passed, trees withered, soil turned to sand, and everything irreversibly entered the path of decay.
Bang!
The storm brewed by twilight was blocked by one miniature Sun after another, causing the entire forest to shake.
Clang!
An arrow of extremely pure white light pierced through the storm, striking the surface of the nearly ten-meter-tall giant figure with the aura of an ancient god, unleashing countless rampant electric sparks.
Amidst the silver light, the terrifying figure seemed to stumble, and the silver-gray armor, covered in blood-like patches, dimmed considerably.
Just as He raised the Twilight Greatsword in His hand, Ariana's historical projection suddenly appeared beside Him, directly transforming into pure Darkness and enveloping Him.
The deep Darkness firmly bound the giant formed by Larrion's projection in place. The already dim silver-gray armor was instantly invaded by Darkness, and unreal black cracks appeared.
As if by prior arrangement, leaving no room to breathe, five terrifying Unshadowed spears directly pierced the giant's limbs and head, nailing Him in the void.
"Ariana..."
Along with Larrion's angry roar, the Unshadowed spears shattered with a bang, turning into all-consuming pure white light. Larrion's projection finally began to dissipate, breaking into orange-red light points like burning fire.
Above the dark gold mist, Aaron lowered his left hand, the faint light of the Ring of Mysteries on his index finger quieted. He endured the stinging pain of spiritual exhaustion in his mind, controlling the crimson-gold light that had devoured the twilight and now occupied the entire sky to retract.
He also brought back the bizarre heart formed after the demise of Church of the God of Combat's Archbishop Andor Corvette. Because the battle lasted for a very short time, the backlash of the Eye of Chaos had not yet arrived, so Aaron turned his gaze to Shaman King Klarman, who was sprinting wildly on the ground in the distance.
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