George III, whose figure was gradually enveloped by the shadow of order, looked down at Grove below the throne with indifference and spoke majestically, the distorted order spreading according to his will to the other eight mausoleums with which he had established a connection:
"Let that Demoness go to Ruin No. 7 to eliminate the influence of the Abyss. No more accidents are allowed when the plan begins!"
The dim and oppressive mausoleum quickly returned to dead silence. George III slowly rose with a solemn expression, silently gazing at the back of the black iron throne, where a wisp of white mist, both intertwined with and separated from the shadow of order, was bound.
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Loen, Midseashire County, Ruin No. 7 deep in the Minsk Mountains.
The Demoness of Orange, whose face was pale and whose body showed a faint tendency towards semi-Demonization, walked out of the Teleportation Door. Grove, clad in a large cloak, followed closely with a solemn expression. After confirming that the coordinates of the Roam were correct, he immediately took out a token inscribed with a starlight portal.
Their figures were then dyed with a faint blue light, gradually becoming hazy and blurred. When their figures solidified again, Grove frowned slightly, smelling a strong scent of blood.
Under the faint light emitted by the underground moss and the illumination from the stone pillar lamps inside the cliff wall, a pool of blood exuding a corrupt and foul aura appeared beside the solemn, dark mausoleum.
The slaves who built the mausoleum and the guards responsible for overseeing them had all turned into mutated Monsters, fighting each other in the blood pool, continuously nourishing the rampant malice.
Feeling the arrival of Grove and the Demoness of Orange, the crimson blood immediately surged up, transforming into a hideous Devil. Its bloodthirsty and indifferent eyes swept past Grove and settled on the Demoness of Orange to one side. Its curved goat horns, covered with strange patterns, ignited with a faint blue flame, and a low, foul whisper echoed quietly:
"The aura of the Abyss..."
After calming his restless spirituality, Grove concisely explained the cause of the matter, emphasizing at the end:
"Respected Grand Duke North, His Majesty the Emperor hopes you can help clear the influence of the Abyss!"
The high-ranking Devil named North grinned, and after an incomprehensible raspy laugh, ignored Grove and uttered a short Devilish word towards the slightly wary Demoness of Orange:
"Filth!"
The Demoness of Orange's heart suddenly beat two times faster, and an uncontrollable sense of fear and tension surged in her mind, interrupting her thoughts of using a Mirror Substitute and a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.
The aroused emotions, under the urging of the foul word, transformed into a "seed," continuously absorbing the Abyss corruption that had eroded a part of the Demoness of Orange's Spirit Body and flesh, finally breaking out of her body and condensing into a miniature heart wrapped in a layer of pitch-black mucous membrane.
Swallowing it without hesitation, North narrowed his eyes in extreme enjoyment, completely disregarding the Demoness of Orange who had awakened from her surging fear, and added with a strange laugh:
"Your problem has been solved. Tell me the coordinates of the Abyss entrance you entered, and you can leave."
Her semi-Demonized body had returned to normal. The Demoness of Orange retreated warily, while silently chanting the honorific name of the Primordial Demoness in her heart. After carefully examining herself, she did not answer, merely leaving a spiritual light cluster containing coordinate information, and immediately activated "Roam," taking Grove with her.
Casually absorbing the spiritual light cluster, North's eyes shifted slightly, looking towards a hidden, dark corner. Thin white mist seeped out, and an old man with dark brown eyes suddenly appeared.
"Isaac Tamara?" North chuckled hoarsely, his tone playful:
"That old fellow Tamara gave me a lot of trouble back then. I didn't expect that after more than a thousand years, even his good-for-nothing descendant has advanced to an Angel, and that Demoness just now also seems to be a member of your Tamara family."
"However, you, a follower of the Uncertain Mist, dare to come here. Aren't you afraid that the quasi-Black Emperor will directly attack you?"
Ignoring the rampant malice that had almost solidified, Isaac Tamara raised his hand, causing the faint white mist swirling around him to form a vortex, and then responded with an indifferent expression:
"As long as there are similar interests, there is nothing that cannot be traded."
"I have already visited the Beauty Goddess and the Tree God of the Rose School of Thought. You are the last one I am visiting."
"After reaching an agreement, I learned from that great Mother that the previous Black Emperor, Roselle Gustav, did not completely perish, but has escaped control, suspected to have fallen into the hands of the controller of the Nation of Disorder."
"George III has no choice, and for the great Uncertain Mist, a new Black Emperor can effectively restrain the process of the Outer Deity being born from the Nation of Disorder before the Barrier disappears. This is the consensus of the great existences outside the Barrier."
Feeling the power that was distinctly different from the high-level authority of the Justiciar and Black Emperor Pathways, North's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, and foul words slowly emerged:
"Even that great Mother needed to use Roselle's hand, with the Blasphemy Slate as a carrier, to secretly bring the 'Tree God' characteristic into the Barrier."
"It seems that the Uncertain Mist's penetration of the Barrier has exceeded our expectations, and can even directly bestow an Angel characteristic. Your Tamara branch has indeed made great contributions."
Not caring about North's probing, Isaac Tamara responded with an indifferent expression:
"The cooperation between the Mother Goddess of Depravity and the Mother Tree of Desire was facilitated by my Lord, which led to the birth of the Tree God. As compensation for the transaction, my Lord's bestowal naturally received help from those two."
North was silent for a while, praying unreservedly directly to the Chained God, who was completely controlled by the Mother Tree of Desire. Only after receiving a response did he allow his Devil's blood to merge into the slowly spreading white mist vortex.
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Southern Continent, East Balam.
After reaching an agreement with the three Dukes of the Sanguine, Aaron did not stop and left the Moon Country directly, Roaming the Astral World to return to East Balam, where he met Pallez, who had also just returned from the Chasm of Storms.
Not surprised by the Church of the Lord of Storms's reaction, Aaron took out the separated "Worm of Time" characteristic from the Nation of Disorder, rubbed his temples, and explained:
"When I Roamed the Astral World, I deliberately mentioned Adam, but there was no corresponding feedback. This at least shows that in Adam's view, this 'Worm of Time' characteristic is not yet ready to be taken away."
"Since that's the case, this characteristic can also be used to create a Sequence 1 clone. In addition to participating in the battle, it can also distract Amon's main body at critical moments."
"This is treating me as bait..." Pallez sighed helplessly, taking the crystal pillar formed by light and shadow. This characteristic was originally separated by him, and it was not difficult for him to transform into a clone again. He just didn't really want to face Amon.
After instructing Pallez, Aaron pondered for a moment before extending his spirituality, taking out the special symbol bestowed by the God of Steam and Machinery from the hidden space of the Crown of Stars, and merging his spiritual will into the hazy clear light.