Almost simultaneously, the two Angels abruptly opened their eyes, and a muffled thunder-like cold snort resounded, clearly having learned through their respective channels the intelligence that the Sybaron colony had been attacked by an unknown Angel.
"Suah has already fallen, was it another Angel from the Rose School of Thought who made a move?"
"They want to seize benefits while we are at war with Loen and our attention is divided...."
Widely divergent thoughts flashed through the minds of the two Angels. This timing was too coincidental yet seemed extremely reasonable. They looked at each other in tacit understanding, slowly rising with an aura of terror that seemed to conquer everything.
As if soaked in blood, the dark red, almost black armor was covered in mottled rust. Their body was completely enveloped by the black armor, and on the surface of the face beneath the mask, veins protruded in a dark red state, as if flowing with flames.
The creator of Feysac, the Conqueror, the First Emperor, Peter Einhorn I!
Deep within his eyes, dark red, almost purple flames burned, and the aura he emitted far surpassed that of Awatoma Einhorn, who was also a Weather Warlock. He looked at Glory Liam, who was clad in bright silver armor, and spoke majestically:
"The anchor of the Southern Continent cannot be lost. That is the land I conquered. My authority can project power, which, combined with the Sealed Artifacts there, is sufficient to cope."
A decaying aura surged, suppressing the activity of the "Trunsoest Brass Book." A muffled voice came from beneath Liam's silver armor:
"Good, for the corruption brought by using your power, I will pray to the Lord to purify you and prevent madness from eroding your will."
"When this national war concludes, regaining Death's authority from that individual will be enough to allow the Lord to advance further, and completely clearing the pollution within this 'Conqueror' characteristic will naturally be effortless."
"Thus, you will be able to smoothly advance to 'Conqueror,' unlike that one from the Sauron family, and truly gain the qualification to contend for godhood."
"The apocalypse is approaching. Compared to that Demoness, as long as you demonstrate sufficient value, the Gods will tacitly approve...."
Peter Einhorn I's gaze flickered, and he silently took a symbol representing twilight, condensed from silver-white light, from the hand of the leader of the Church's pursuers.
This was a symbol of status. The core of the seal beneath the church was based on the power of faith and would indiscriminately attack Beyonders outside the God of Combat's Sequence. Only with recognition could the meaningless consumption of the sealing power be avoided.
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Feysac Colonial Zone Capital, Frayins, Church of the God of Combat Sybaron Diocese Headquarters underground.
Silver Knight Noel Kahn suddenly felt a sense of dread. The ancient horn in his hand uncontrollably slipped from his grasp, enveloped by a blazing purple flame, and left the church's underground.
Crash, crash, crash, torrential rain poured down like a flood, countless lightning bolts frequently appeared, and terrifying thunder continuously echoed, like a Calamity.
The invisible, chilling wind was dispelled. Above Frayins, a sudden tornado, carrying lightning, flames, and hail, appeared, scattering the black mist tide that carried curses and sought to envelop Frayins.
At the boundary where two completely different powers converged, the elements were chaotic, and the corresponding Spirit World region also became chaotic and broken under the confrontation of high-level powers.
"It really is him!"
The black mist, which had actively avoided the sharp edge, spread out in all directions. Astolfo's massive, distorted figure emerged. After transmitting a wisp of his will to Aaron through prayer, his crimson eyes slightly turned, reflecting the blurry figure at the center of the raging storm above Frayins.
That was a terrifying giant with a blurred face, seemingly entirely condensed from flames. Illusory symbols of lightning, hail, mist, and other things continuously erupted from his body, dissipating into the surrounding void.
Peter Einhorn I, who had descended with a power projection using a Sealed Artifact and the "Conqueror" authority, also noticed Astolfo hidden within the black mist tide. The aura of an Abomination was as dazzling as a candle in the night.
After a warning, seeing that the newly born Abomination, though no longer attacking, showed no intention of retreating, Peter Einhorn I slightly raised his right hand. Countless greenish-white, almost purple flames condensed into a long handle, connecting with the ancient horn to form a uniquely shaped spear.
In the sky covered by storms and dark clouds, one illusory and not entirely real figure after another appeared. The convergence of iron-blooded aura made Peter Einhorn I's power projection even more terrifying.
The dark clouds, carrying hail and flames, obscured the Crimson Moon, pressing towards the distant black mist that had stopped expanding.
In Frayins, the citizens who had been evacuated and resettled by the Church of the God of Combat clergy and the Feysac Governor's Mansion trembled under this divine punishment-like pressure, praying for the Lord's forgiveness.
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Fog Sea, the Black Tulip appeared somewhat unreal under the illumination of the Crimson Moon.
After approaching the territorial waters bordering Feynapotter and Segar, Klein temporarily parted ways with the Golden Dream and came to the Black Tulip with Vice Admiral Iceberg.
Although he didn't particularly want to share a ship with Frank, given the strength of the Golden Dream's crew, they were no different from cannon fodder in front of Ince Zangwill, and bringing them along would only be a burden.
Moreover, the Black Tulip, being essentially a ghost ship, was far superior to the Golden Dream in both escaping and pursuing.
Gentlemanly yielding the captain's cabin to the only lady, Klein stood on the deck as the gray-white mist before his eyes dissipated. He had already learned from Moon Emlyn's prayer that Pritz Harbor had been destroyed and that Loen had officially declared war on Feysac.
Flipping a gold coin to confirm the veracity of the intelligence, Klein's face showed astonishment, and he murmured with unconcealed complexity in his voice:
"Pritz Harbor is gone...."
Ludwig, standing beside him, slightly tilted his head, and two pale flames burned quietly within the eye sockets behind his silver-white mask. Dunn Smith's deep voice immediately echoed in Klein's mind:
"It must be an Angel from Feysac who personally made a move. This national war will likely surpass the 'Twenty Year War.' The Church and the military will probably find it much harder to hunt down Ince Zangwill as they did in the past."
As a Sequence 4 Undying, Dunn had sealed his aura and directly concealed himself within Ludwig's body in the Underworld, also able to communicate directly with Klein through Spirit Body threads.
If, during a battle, that renegade Archbishop were to think Ludwig was just an expendable puppet, Dunn would give him a surprise.
Klein silently nodded, a sense of powerlessness in the face of the grand tide once again welling up in his heart. After taking a deep breath, he asked in a low voice:
"Captain, can you find any trace of Ince Zangwill?"
The Ripple Islands were somewhat similar to the Gargas Archipelago in the Sonia Sea, with scattered reefs distributed extremely chaotically. And the Magic Mirror Arrodes couldn't provide a more specific location. Facing a Demigod who could traverse the Spirit World, startling the enemy often meant failure.