"Low-level provocation…" Ince Zangwill snorted, watching Amon dissipate into Worms of Time and vanish into the void.
The Underworld within his body, which had covered him completely, gradually contracted. Feeling the changes after merging with the Blasphemy Slate, the Red Angel evil spirit no longer suppressed Ince Zangwill's Spirit Body.
His pupils, blue to the point of appearing deep black, trembled violently. Ince Zangwill, regaining control of his body, immediately felt an extreme weakness, his spirituality almost depleted.
With a grim expression, he glanced at 0-08, now dull and ordinary in his embrace, and immediately raised his hand to Spirit World Travel, intending to leave this unknown place. However, he found that all Beyonder abilities related to the Spirit World were unusable.
"This damned evil spirit…" Ince Zangwill roared in his heart, noticing that the surrounding environment had become gloomy and dark, with several black flames burning silently, and Tracy's figure emerged.
Unsure what transaction the evil spirit that occupied his body had made with this demigod-level Demoness, Ince Zangwill narrowed his eyes vigilantly, trying his best to recover his depleted spirituality, his remaining single arm quietly clutching 0-08.
"Don't be nervous, this is the Fog Sea, far from Loen and the Church of Evernight."
Looking at the unmoving Ince Zangwill, Tracy's heroic and beautiful face showed a smile. A faint blue illusory halo surged from her body, and wherever it passed, ice condensed, layer upon layer.
In just a second or two, she and Ince Zangwill were inside a frozen world. The captain's cabin was enveloped in transparent ice, covered with soft white frost.
Tracy raised her hand and pressed her empty right eye socket, a faint smile playing on her lips. Under Ince Zangwill's gloomy gaze, she added:
"As for you, stay here obediently until your spirituality recovers. Hmm, I hope you don't do anything that would make things difficult for me…."
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Winter County, Amantha Mountains.
Even though the Church of Evernight was prepared for this war, the high-level power of the Red Priest Pathway belonged to war, and war was an art of collective effort. A War Bishop with corresponding authority could fully unleash the power of the Two-Headed Giant Army.
Roars and cannon fire resounded throughout the battlefield. Except for a few areas, Loen's overall defense line was passively retreating, but Feysac's surging offensive had been curbed, gradually falling into a fierce war of attrition.
Withdrawing his gaze from the tragic battlefield, Aaron raised an eyebrow and looked at the void beside him. Illusory silver wheels appeared one by one, transforming into Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk.
In his chubby right hand, he held a milky-white six-sided die, with a red '4' facing up. After meeting Aaron's gaze, Will Auceptin pouted and warned:
"Even if 'Yesterday Once More' allows me to return to Sequence 1, I can only activate the 'Die of Probability' to a limited extent, and such an opportunity is only once."
"Regardless of success or failure, this Uniqueness cannot be activated again in a short period."
Aaron nodded slightly and responded with a smile:
"Don't worry, given Ouroboros's current state, even if he senses the aura of the 'Die of Probability', it will take time for him to arrive from the Forsaken Land of the Gods."
"If the consumption is too great, causing the 'Die of Probability' to fully re-activate, I will be responsible for re-suppressing and sealing it."
After comforting a certain infant, Aaron looked up again at the sky, covered by layers of dark clouds. After confirming that the Feysac Einhorn family's Weather Warlock was being held back by Arianna and unable to leave, he immediately connected with the Nation of Disorder and retrieved the "Crown of Stars" from it.
Dark golden blood seeped from his fingertips, quickly outlining a pair of illusory, hazy, gigantic bat wings inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols in the void. As the wings spread, the "Crown of Stars" disappeared.
A few instants later, a faint blue light appeared, forming a starlight portal beside Aaron. A somewhat illusory and unreal Cavendish walked out of it, his expression unable to conceal his excitement.
Regardless of whether the operation to seize Trunsoest's Brass Book was successful, all participating Angels would be exposed to the God of Combat's eyes, enduring the wrath of the Church of the God of Combat and the Feysac Empire.
Therefore, neither the Sanguine, who maintained a neutral stance, nor the "Crown of Stars," which bore the imprint of the East Tucker family, could openly appear on the battlefield.
This led to the idea of having the three Sanguine Angels wield the "Crown of Stars" to summon the historical projection of Cavendish, who was proselytizing in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. With the Uniqueness of the Kingdom of the Moon, it was sufficient to bear the spiritual consumption of maintaining the historical projection.
And the "Crown of Stars" itself possessed the authority of Concealment and sensing shield from the Secrets Sorcerer, which was sufficient to interfere with possible prying and divination.
Moreover, as a personal guard who truly experienced the Night Emperor era and was personally chosen as a spark, Cavendish, who had already advanced to Sequence 2 Miracle Invoker, could almost precisely summon the Night Emperor, who had not yet accommodated a Uniqueness and was only at the King of Angels level.
Many thoughts flashed through Aaron's mind. His spirituality stirred, and he peeled off a wisp of will, transmitting it to Gusman Weil, who was commanding the war. Then, he led Will Auceptin and Cavendish to the Black Emperor, which was docked at a glacier in the North Sea.
Aaron's expression relaxed slightly as he surveyed the more than five Angels in the hall.
Even without considering the Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts they wielded, and excluding true gods and potentially existing divine descent vessels, this luxurious lineup was enough to crush any orthodox Church.
After a moment of emotion, Aaron lightly coughed and went straight to the point:
"Feysac's Sonia Fleet attacked Pritz Harbor in Loen after leaving Sonia Island. That Weather Warlock indeed went with them, and another Weather Warlock is being held back in the Amantha Mountains."
"According to the Church of the Lord of Storms' intelligence, the Church of the God of Combat's Great Archbishop Larrion has remained in the Midseashire since Feysac's surprise declaration of war."
Bernadette, who was sitting at the lower seat observing Will Auceptin, withdrew her gaze, raised her head slightly, and calmly said:
"His essays mentioned the situation of the Feysac royal family. Besides the two Weather Warlocks, there is also a 'Founder'."
"Although he is also Sequence 2, he wields a Sealed Artifact formed from a Sequence 1 Conqueror characteristic, but he has never advanced."
Aaron raised an eyebrow. He had read all of the Roselle's diaries that Bernadette collected, and there was no related record. It seemed that Roselle might have left those Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts to Bernadette along with them.
"What a doting father…" Aaron mused inwardly, then pondered for a moment, connected with the Nation of Disorder, and transmitted a wisp of consciousness to Astolfo, who was still clearing out the Rose School of Thought in the Southern Continent and preparing to rebuild the Highland Kingdom.