Feeling a certain will constantly stirring deep within his spirituality, the enraged Peter Einhorn I's heart trembled, knowing this was a negative effect of staying at Sequence 1 for too long, and immediately suppressed the urge to continue fighting.
With a somber expression, he looked at the Cursed Fog opposite him, diverting some of his power to suppress the corruption contained within the Conqueror characteristic, neither making any aggressive moves nor attempting to leave the battlefield and return to Sonia Island.
Frayins, as the capital of Feysac's colonial area in West Balam, gathered a large number of loyal believers and many precious Beyonder materials.
If he retreated at this moment, even if he could take away some important personnel and the most precious Beyonder items, the remaining losses would be unacceptable to him.
As for the safety of Liam and Einhorn, he was not too worried; with deities currently residing in the Astral World and not revealing themselves to the world, no one could kill an Angel in a short time.
Even in the Fourth Epoch, Mr. Door of the Abraham family, who was only one step away from godhood, couldn't do it.
Although he was caught off guard by the trap, as long as he could stall until the divine descent....
As if sensing something, Peter Einhorn I suddenly looked up at the Spirit World, which only Angels and Beyonders of certain special Pathways could glimpse.
Above the shattered, desolate Sonia Island, a brilliant golden hand grasped the Trunsoest Brass Book, and Aaron, who was controlling this Night Emperor projection, ignored Liam, who had returned to rescue him.
The solidified aura of decay prevented Aaron from directly putting the Trunsoest Brass Book into the Nation of Disorder; the thin brass pages turned, and a miniature mural outlined by twilight glow appeared on the cover of the brass book.
At the center of the mural was a giant in silver full armor, standing on the edge of a cliff, his greatsword pointed diagonally out of the mural, his body emitting a distinct light, illuminating the surroundings like the rising Sun, and also the source of the decaying aura.
Aaron snorted, and after transmitting the intention to retreat to Bernadette and the other Angels, he had this Night Emperor projection, filled with the power of the Nation of Disorder, turn into fragmented golden light and merge into the brass book, cooperating with this Uniqueness, which had been activated to a certain degree, to resist the lingering power of the God of Combat.
"Twelve breaths, if it were any later, I would have had to run away myself..."
Above the illusory River of Fate, Will Auceptin mumbled with relief, his body instantly shrinking into a silver-white droplet that vanished into the surging river, as if he had practiced it countless times.
From the moment the Sefirah and the lingering power of the God of Combat collided, all concealment lost its effect, and he didn't want to be cleaved by the one in the Astral World.
On Sonia Island, Bernadette and Nast, in cooperation with the "recreated" Roselle, had already torn off parts of Awatoma Einhorn's body, who was in the form of a Flame Giant.
After the majestic and solemn voice sounded in their ears, they exchanged glances, both seeing the regret in each other's eyes.
Nast raised his hand to disrupt the distance, no longer paying attention to the heavily wounded Weather Warlock, and led Bernadette to avoid the enraged Liam who was returning to aid, instantly returning to the side of the Night Emperor projection.
Just as she saw the continuously appearing text on the brass book eroding and dispelling the miniature mural, and before she could even discern what was written, Bernadette's spirituality warned her frantically, feeling an indescribable tremor, even more terrifying than when she faced the Hidden Sage during her advancement to Angel.
Forcibly calming all her emotions, Bernadette reached out and retrieved "Pale Death," suppressing this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact; a torrent of information containing various strange symbols instantly intertwined, opening a "Secret Door" leading deep into the Spirit World.
Beyond the "Secret Door" was a magnificent city shrouded in gray-white mist, extending in circles towards the bottom of a deep pit, like an inverted tomb, which was the former divine kingdom of the Phoenix Ancestor Greghari, Calderon City.
Nast, who also felt the tremor, entered the Secret Door without hesitation, his peripheral vision catching an item that was entirely golden, with indescribable mysterious symbols inscribed on its surface, resembling a miniature kettle, flying out of the Secret Door simultaneously towards Bernadette.
Sealed Artifact "0-05," the "Wishful Lamp"!
This Sealed Artifact, which had fallen into a state of "eternal slumber" due to the influence of the River of Eternal Darkness, seemed to sense the aura of the Trunsoest Brass Book and the Nation of Disorder, gradually breaking free from its "eternal slumber."
Bernadette, as the current holder, rubbed the golden surface of the "Wishful Lamp," which was covered in mysterious and complex symbols, and roared before entering the "Secret Door":
"Genie!"
Immediately, she unhesitatingly threw it to the Night Emperor projection, whose figure had become much more ethereal due to the erosion of the God of Combat's mark, while Bernadette herself transformed into a torrent of information and disappeared into the outer area of Calderon City.
The wick of the lamp at the spout slowly ignited, and the light it emitted was like viscous water, spraying upwards, forming a blurred and distorted pale-golden human figure.
The Genie, having just escaped the influence of the River of Eternal Darkness and awakened from its slumber, first saw Aaron holding the brass book with a strange expression, and behind him, an orange-yellow "Blazing Sun" rising in the Astral World.
Instantly realizing something, the Genie suppressed its instinct to complete itself and turned to drill back into the "Wishful Lamp."
The rule power around Sonia Island, which Aaron had altered and assimilated, surged like a raging tide around the pale-golden figure, binding him layer by layer, as if submerging him.
The Genie struggled desperately, realizing that shrinking back into the "Wishful Lamp" was hopeless, and tried to use his own Sequence to escape this predicament.
But whether it was counter-eroding the Nation of Disorder or controlling the brass book assimilated by Aaron, both required time, and he no longer had time.
The twilight glow illuminated the Astral World, imbuing this world, condensed from various authorities, with a distinct sense of decay.
In the kingdom filled with orange-red light, the God of Combat, whose face was replaced by a cluster of light resembling a setting Sun, swung the Twilight Greatsword, which emitted an aura of all things decaying, towards the outside of the Astral World.
The Genie's mouth constantly opened and closed, as if frantically cursing something, but bound by the Nation of Disorder and the brass book, he couldn't even make a sound.
The next second, the firmament split open, and the scorching twilight glow was like a second Sun rising.
The Genie, who bore the brunt of it, quickly disintegrated, his body composed of pale-golden viscous light, reducing into countless golden specks amidst roars of unknown meaning.
The orange sword light paused slightly, striking the lamp's main body, and amidst an indescribable explosion, fine cracks appeared on the surface of this lamp, which even a True God could not completely destroy.
A tide of decaying and withered aura, accompanied by the annihilation of the sword light, spread out, continuing to corrode the fragmented pure golden specks.
In just a blink of an eye, this shame of the Outer Deity was reduced to an extremely faint glimmer of light.