The massive three-masted ship, covered in pure black, sailed silently on the turbulent sea.
Ever since Nast ascended to an Angel and established a pirate kingdom, proclaiming himself "Duke Solomon," this ghost ship, long renowned in the Five Seas, no longer required a crew.
Sitting alone on a mottled stone chair, the dark red light in Nast's deep black eyes suddenly flickered.
He felt the distorted order of the Black Emperor tremble, and immediately rose without hesitation, respectfully kneeling on one knee, his right hand across his chest, and chanted in a low voice:
"Praise be to You, great Lord of Order…"
After incorporating the Trunsoest Brass Book into himself and becoming a true King of Angels, Aaron no longer concealed his true identity when facing these Angels who believed in the Lord of Order and were marked by the Nation of Disorder.
After a slight nod, he sat down on the mottled stone chair that Nast had voluntarily vacated:
"The hidden corruption in Bansy has been triggered and has truly begun to interfere with reality.
Although it is still within a controllable range for a short period and will not spread uncontrollably, it will instinctively attract Beyonders of the Demoness and Hunter Pathways."
"After I leave, you will be responsible for blockading this sea area and distorting the corresponding Spirit World information, at least preventing Beyonders below the Angel level from finding and entering here."
Watching Nast slowly rise and assume a listening posture, Aaron raised his hand and beckoned.
Without any ritual, he directly retrieved the black emperor card from the Nation of Disorder:
"This Card of Blasphemy will be in your charge for now.
Handle the blockade here as quickly as possible.
George III might attempt to ascend to Black Emperor soon, so be prepared to descend upon the Northern Continent at any time!"
Sequence 1 Prince of Abolition, Sequence 0 Black Emperor… Nast took the long-desired Card of Blasphemy and deciphered the information contained within it; his figure seemed to have slightly, then he calmly and restrainedly withdrew his spreading spirituality:
"I obey your teachings, great Lord of Order!"
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Nation of Disorder, the black mausoleum deep within the primordial island.
Having overcome her initial surprise, Audrey had accepted the fact that Roselle the Great Emperor, who only existed in stories, had "resurrected," and, in response to this legendary figure's request, she had given him a detailed account of the Northern and Southern continents's history over the past two hundred years.
"Although I truly dislike that old conspirer Adam, chatting with a Spectator is indeed pleasant, especially such a beautiful lady."
On the huge iron-black chair, layers of dark shadows converged, forming Roselle, whose figure was slightly blurred.
He chuckled and added:
"In exchange, you can also ask a question or make a request that is within my current capabilities."
"Old Conspirer…" Audrey silently repeated the strange pronunciation in her mind, confirming that it was not any currently spoken language, but she could infer from the change in Roselle's tone that it was not a compliment.
Before Audrey's curiosity could fully spread, she heard the subsequent addition.
She froze for a moment, and her emerald, gem-like eyes instantly brightened.
She looked at Roselle with some anticipation:
"Respected Great Emperor Roselle, can you teach me to decipher the peculiar characters recorded in your diary?"
This was a wish she had harbored ever since she first learned from Mr. Fool at a Tarot Club meeting, long ago, that the mysterious Roselle symbols were actually a decipherable diary.
Perhaps because the thick shadows obscured her vision, Audrey felt that Roselle's expression stiffened for a moment.
He coughed lightly and added weakly:
"If it's inconvenient for you, then never mind…"
Before Roselle could sigh in relief, a voice with a slight smile interrupted Audrey: "There's nothing inconvenient about it; it's just this fellow's sense of shame acting up!"
"When you wrote those scandalous diaries, you should have expected today or a similar scenario…"
Roselle glared at Aaron, who had appeared silently, and feeling Audrey's gaze of unclear meaning, he coughed violently, not wanting to linger on the topic, and very stiffly changed the subject: "My spirituality has recently experienced a very strong crisis premonition, and this does not originate from the Cosmos."
Confirming that Roselle's condition was still good, Aaron put away his teasing tone and briefly outlined George III's actions.
"The King is going to give a speech?"
Audrey, who had remained in the Nation of Disorder since "collecting the corpse" for Mr. World, had not yet had time to exchange information with her personality avatar in the real world, and seemed somewhat bewildered, until Roselle's low, mocking voice came:
"It seems he is indeed preparing to complete the advancement ritual and achieve Sequence 0 during the speech.
If so, I will completely perish."
He paused here, his face covered by shadows, showing no expression:
"I wonder if, when I ascended to Black Emperor, that Solomon witnessed his own demise but was powerless to change it…"
Glancing at Roselle, Aaron looked at Audrey, who could not hide her astonishment, and spoke in a calm tone:
"I will send you back to reality later.
You can pray to The Fool, convey this matter to the World, and tell him to try summoning my historical projection in the Forsaken Land of the Gods."
Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Audrey, who had wanted to say more, finally just pursed her lips slightly.
After sending Audrey away, Aaron reached out and grabbed the surrounding dark golden mist.
When he withdrew his hand, he was holding a human skin curtain shimmering with silver-white electric arcs, with illusory figures faintly visible on the human skin.
It was "0-32" The Theater With Curtains That Never Draw, which he had personally exchanged for in the Chasm of Storms.
This was equivalent to a Miracle Invoker characteristic.
"So generous? Not planning to give that The Fool a little more of a test?"
Roselle clicked his tongue.
He had been awake in the Nation of Disorder for quite some time, and since Aaron had not deliberately hidden anything, he was very clear about the high-level Sealed Artifacts sealed within the Sefirah, so he naturally recognized 0-32 at a glance and guessed Aaron's intentions.
"Plans always fall behind changes, and this is not a gratuitous gift; debts will have to be repaid in the future…"
Aaron curled his lip, slightly leveraging the power of the Nation of Disorder, and the power approaching the peak of the Sequence instantly shattered 0-32.
Light points of different colors and different spiritual fluctuations reorganized and aggregated chaotically.
In addition to the core Miracle Invoker characteristic, there were also many remnants of Beyonders who had been affected by 0-32 and became eternal stick figures on the curtain.
While waiting for the characteristics to re-gather, Aaron continued:
"Whether it's to obtain the 'Hand of Order' characteristic in Adam's possession, or to ensure a successful hunt of William Augustus I to acquire the last characteristic, the transaction for that Worm of Time characteristic can no longer be delayed."
Roselle fell silent for a moment, then sighed and nodded:
"This is a necessary preparation, at least to ensure that the 'The Fool' has a certain degree of self-preservation before Amon obtains all the characteristics, but is there still enough time?"
Aaron hummed softly, suddenly feeling a strange order fluctuation.
Having had similar experiences, he knew that someone was summoning his historical projection.