In the mausoleum, utterly destroyed by the aftershocks of the collision, the dark color of the cover of "Groselle's Travels" suddenly intensified, like a plaque corroding the Unshadowed Crucifix.
Aaron, who was closest, could clearly feel a supreme consciousness, looking down on all things, constantly reviving, and dense dark-gold mist spontaneously surged out, blocking the ever-increasing corruption.
The dark-brown bark, entirely condensed from desire, rapidly retracted, and the Chained God, with viscous black liquid oozing from his body, looked with blood-red eyes at the half-open bronze portal on the travelogue's cover, letting out a roar that ravaged consciousness and spirit:
"Primordial..."
The figure of the Hidden Sage, composed of complex information, froze for a moment, and countless distinct black and white eyeballs then split open in the illusory light, each condensing illusory and complex symbols, causing an extremely terrifying amount of useless knowledge to surge towards Aaron.
After the coordinated ambush failed, they had missed the opportunity to severely wound Aaron. It was no longer possible to deal with a King of Angels who had accommodated a Sefirah in a short time. Although the Gods in the Astral World could not descend, it did not mean that the Sealed Artifacts of Level 0 and the Angels in the Orthodox Church could be ignored.
The Hidden Sage's main body once again dispersed into a torrent of information, rushing towards William Augustus I, who was in a state of confused consciousness, wanting to carry this Hand of Order into the misty and hazy area within the shattered mausoleum.
Regardless of whether George III succeeded, as long as he took away this Hand of Order characteristic, blocking the birth of a Justiciar, he would receive the favor of the great Mother.
Aaron, already prepared, used his King of Angels authority to leverage the Nation of Disorder, briefly modifying the rules of this space to isolate the chaotic torrent of knowledge. With his right hand, he reached out, grabbed "Groselle's Travels," and threw it into a corner, calmly calling out Adam's name.
His left hand, the special symbol gifted by the God of Steam and Machinery, had already disintegrated into a hazy clear light, transforming into scenes of grand and magnificent civilization paintings, blocking the misty and hazy area.
A mechanical puppet, reflecting cold metallic luster, walked out of the civilization paintings. In its semi-hollow chest, a bronze triangular holy emblem imprisoned a massive amount of light composed of illusory particles. Its eyes, constructed from countless miniature gears, rotated, looking at the Hidden Sage, who had split into countless distinct black and white eyeballs.
Thanks to this brief obstruction, the light spots in the historical fog suddenly connected to reality. Astolfo, who had completely accommodated two Abomination characteristics, slowly walked out, using the Nation of Disorder's positioning, and blocked the Chained God, who also wanted to leave.
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Backlund's outskirts, "Ruin No. 1."
In the deep, dark, and majestic secret mausoleum, George III's body, after being crowned with the black crown, had already begun to transform towards the direction of the Order Shadow, but his anchoring consciousness prevented him from completely detaching from reality. Two of the nine mausoleums of the Order Shadow had already collapsed.
George III, at a critical moment of his advancement, sensed the battles happening in other mausoleums through the connection between the nine mausoleums. Even though he had anticipated an attack, he was still angry and puzzled by the terrifying number of Angels.
His spreading investigative consciousness rapidly retracted. A fierce glint flashed across George III's semi-ethereal face. The destruction of the mausoleums would destabilize the advancement ritual, but as long as he could hold out for this last bit of time, even if he became a half-mad True God in the end, everything could still be salvaged.
Just then, he felt the distorted order of his mausoleum being touched. It seemed to be an ant, barely at Sequence 3, who had broken through the blockade of the Angel who believed in the Uncertain Mist.
George III's already agitated consciousness was triggered by an instinctive spiritual unease. He somewhat laboriously split off some power, directly "executing" the intruder through the omnipresent distorted order.
Trissy's body, falling deeper into the mausoleum, mysteriously disintegrated into flying fragments. The re-appearing Trissy repeated her previous fate until all her mirror substitutes died, having already arrived near the mausoleum. During this process, she quietly chanted the honorific name of the Lord of Order.
"He's really using me as a tool..."
On the primitive island within the Nation of Disorder, Roselle, who had the Sefirah's blessing, sighed, but his hands didn't stop. He skillfully manipulated the Attendant of Mysteries characteristic in his hand, protecting Trissy from the fate of "execution," giving her enough time to induce the Primordial Demoness's descent.
After making all preparations, Roselle stared with interest at the light spot formed by Trissy's prayer. As a romantic wanderer who could write "The taste of a Demoness is truly good" in his diary, he was naturally full of curiosity about the Primordial Demoness, the pinnacle of the Demoness Pathway. Besides that, he was preparing for the aftermath of George III's demise and the struggle for the corresponding characteristics.
The latter could be replaced by the "Magic Wishing Lamp," but that also meant unpredictable dangers.
The death premonition, like a bone in his throat, instantly dissipated. Looking at the majestic and deep mausoleum before her, Trissy, whose Spirit Body had been eroded by Abyss corruption, took out the "Yesterday Once More" charm with a smile of relief.
As the thin historical fog churned, a uniquely styled ring, inlaid with a sapphire, appeared on Trissy's pinky finger.
"Be buried with me..."
In a hysterical laugh, the Demoness of Unaging unhesitatingly pressed the sapphire ring to her glabella, allowing it to half-real, half-illusorily merge into her glabella. A gray-white tide immediately emanated from her, spreading outwards.
"You Lunatic!"
George III, struggling to endure the potion's erosion, instantly detected the source of the anomaly, letting out angry roars that layered endlessly, like whispers.
Amidst the sky-obscuring snake-like hair, Trissy, wearing a long bone dress, had her skin crack inch by inch, revealing the madly writhing flesh beneath. She ignored George III, silently rushing towards the source of the distorted rules.
In the sky, where the Crimson Moon hung high, streaks of blood-colored meteors with fiery tails appeared out of thin air, falling towards Ruin No. 1.
The Blasphemer, Isaac Tamara, who had just dealt with the Miracle Invoker's historical projection, suddenly changed his calm expression. He glanced at the ever-spreading gray-white beneath his feet and muttered in a low voice:
"This is the true blasphemy..."
He finally understood why that Miracle Invoker had gone to such lengths to send that Demoness into the depths of the mausoleum. It turned out she had stolen the power of the Primordial Demoness.
A slightly emotional sigh echoed. Before the terrifying Apocalypse arrived, Isaac Tamara's figure had already vanished.
George III's fate of demise was already sealed. He naturally no longer needed to worry about the original "protect the mausoleum" contract he had signed.
And as the Blasphemer who had made a deal with George III, he could use the still-valid transaction to steal power and even authority. Since a new Black Emperor could not be born, he also had to seize the time to cut his losses.