Aaron paused, looking inquiringly at the baby who had, at some point, once again settled on Susie's head.
Will Auceptin rolled his eyes and mumbled: "Why are you looking at me? I don't have authority over the mind domain."
"If what you say is true, that fellow is related to Ankewelt, and in my current state, without the aid of the 'Yesterday Once More' charm, I wouldn't be able to detect him."
"However, her fate hasn't shown any particular changes, so there shouldn't be any problems recently."
Aaron nodded thoughtfully; to gain Adam's help and smoothly advance to Balancer in the God's War ruins, he had handed over Groselle's Travels.
The collective unconscious ocean within the book's world contained not only the "City of Miracles," Liveseyd, but also a negative personality born from the Chaos Sea's pollution of the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt.
Moreover, the Spectator Pathway's Sequence 2 is called Discerner. As the King of Angels of this Pathway, if Adam, who controlled Groselle's Travels, truly wished to find that Mind Dragon calling himself Erehog, he would be powerless to hide effectively.
If it weren't for his previous agreement with Hermes, coupled with East Chester County being too close to the Amantha Mountains, Aaron would have selectively ignored this Mind Dragon.
Aaron glanced at Will Auceptin, pondered for a moment, and slowly spoke:
"In your current state, can you see the trajectory of my fate for a period in the future?"
Even though he didn't hold much hope for this, all clues pointed towards the expected outcome of his plan. Considering this might be his only chance to snatch Trunsoest's Brass Book with minimal cost, Aaron still tentatively asked his question.
The aged expression faded, and Will Auceptin suddenly fell silent, the silver circular patterns in his pupils flickering. After a moment, he spoke in a low voice:
"Even Ouroboros would have to pay a certain price to peek into your fate. If I used 'Yesterday Once More' to return to my peak, I could do it, but then I wouldn't be able to help you with anything afterward."
Looking at Aaron, who appeared calm and not particularly disappointed, Will Auceptin's lips moved:
"However, I can peer into my own fate."
He paused, then added with a serious expression:
"I've seen the danger of a God's Descent!"
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Feysac Empire, capital of St. Millom.
As a continuation of the giant race's customs, the architecture here is mostly grand and magnificent, layered and encircling. Each building is exceptionally huge, unlike places inhabited by humans, and when combined, they possess an indescribable epic and historical sense.
To the south of this majestic city is a raised mountain range, and serving as its base, a colossal city wall that far surpasses the height of St. Millom.
The Sun hung in the far distance, casting the colors of dusk onto the city wall, the light seemingly solidified.
This was the sacred place of worship for all giants, the main temple of the Church of the God of Combat, the Twilight Giant Hall!
Stepping onto the stairs bathed in orange-red light, Larrion, the Grand Shepherd of the Church of the God of Combat, tilted his head slightly, his pale blue eyes gazing at the palace at the end of the stairs, which was perpetually bathed in twilight. His usual condescending demeanor had long been replaced by piety.
Without using any Beyonder abilities, Larrion, whose figure was like a giant, respectfully ascended each step, arriving at the magnificent hall supported by colossal stone pillars.
Orange-red twilight filled the space. The extremely dense aura of decay caused Larrion to pause his steps. Without hesitation, he knelt on one knee, his deep voice filled with undisguised respect and devotion:
"Great God of Combat, your most loyal follower Larrion answers your summons!"
As his deep voice echoed, directly opposite Larrion, and at the very center of the hall, the mural covering the entire palace wall erupted with an even denser twilight.
The protagonist of this mural was a giant in silver full-body armor. He stood at the edge of a cliff, his greatsword pointing diagonally upward, and his body radiated a distinct light, illuminating his surroundings like the rising Sun.
Many giants knelt on one knee around him, seemingly praying, worshipping, or awaiting blessings, just like Larrion now.
The entire Twilight Giant Hall began to tremble gently. The "God of Combat" in the mural seemed to come alive, swinging the greatsword in his hand. The "Sun" split open in the middle, and a book made of thin brass pages surged out, enveloped by endless twilight.
Sealed Artifact 0-02, "Trunsoest's Brass Book"!
Looking at the brass book floating before him, and feeling the essentially terrifying, concentrated aura of decay, Larrion slowly rose, speaking respectfully:
"Praise be to you, great Lord of Giants!"
Silver armor appeared on his right hand, and Larrion directly grasped 0-02, whose brass pages continuously flipped, with characters constantly appearing only to be simultaneously corroded and vanish by the decaying aura. In an instant, he arrived at the foot of the Twilight Giant Hall.
Here stood four giants, four to five meters tall, clad in exquisite and sturdy silver full-body armor. Behind their faceplates, orange-red light subtly rotated as they all looked at Larrion, who had emerged from the void.
These were the members of the God's Council who remained at the Church of the God of Combat's main temple, the Twilight Giant Hall, excluding the Archbishops who stayed in their own dioceses or had gone to the front lines.
There were three Silver Knights, and the most robust and exaggerated giant standing at the forefront of the four, whose aura was already comparable to Larrion's.
This was the Church's Hunter, set up by the Church of the God of Combat in imitation of the ancient mythological Giant Royal Court's Royal Court Hunter. As the leader of the Hunters, "Sword of Glory" Liam, like Grand Shepherd Larrion, was a Sequence 2 Glory!
Without further explanation, Larrion nodded to the leader of the Church's Hunters and spoke in a deep voice:
"Liam, God's will shall be carried out on earth. Any blasphemer who challenges the authority of the Church of the God of Combat shall be Judgement."
"Pressure the Einhorn family in the name of the Church of the God of Combat. Feysac must declare war on Loen quickly, so as not to give him time to devour the authority of Death!"
"Sword of Glory" Liam nodded silently, the orange light behind his faceplate flickering slightly as he looked at Trunsoest's Brass Book in Larrion's hand:
"What about this Sealed Artifact?"
"Those pirates who blasphemed the Church are very likely to fully vitalize 0-02. Aside from our great Lord, we have no way to seal it."
As someone whose status in the Church of the God of Combat was second only to Larrion, Liam clearly understood the intelligence regarding their Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.
Larrion smiled, a cold arc forming at the corner of his lips:
"Then throw the fully vitalized 0-02 into the Chapel of Serenity. For our great Lord, this might even be an opportunity!"
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