"I will quickly gather the members of Oravi Island and head to the Hornacis Mountain Range..."
Bernadette gathered her naturally cascading chestnut hair, exchanged a look with Bornova, and nodded in response.
Highly satisfied with Bernadette's attitude, Aaron mused for a few seconds before sternly reminding her:
"Although Amon has already obtained the last characteristic of the 'Worm of Time' and is seeking an opportunity for the ritual of becoming a god, this does not mean he will give up the chance to hunt Zaratul."
"The life-loving Seer will not expose his true body; at most, he will indirectly affect the battlefield using Historical Projections or Marionettes. The one truly requiring vigilance is 'Red Angel' Medici."
"The Iron and Blood Cross Order, which believes in the True Creator, has been taken over by Medici. With the tacit consent, or even indulgence, of the Eternal Blazing Sun, he infiltrated Underground Trier and killed the Sequence 1 Great Angel of the Sauron family who had gone mad and lost control, thereby returning to the rank of 'Conqueror'."
"For Him, cooperating with Zaratul and leading Intis to join this world-sweeping war is the fastest Pathway to complete the simplified ritual of becoming a god and accommodating the 'Red Priest' Uniqueness."
Glancing at Roselle, who was slightly frowning, Aaron curled his lips, and lightly clenched his hand towards the void ahead. A miniature, illusory Feathered Serpent instantly appeared, pale flames rising in its eye sockets, the dead aura it emitted staining Aaron's palm with flecks of gray and white.
"The hidden dangers left by Salinger within this 'Pale Emperor' characteristic have been cleared by me, and the tendency toward revitalization has been suppressed by my decree. There will be no problem using it in the short term."
"Although Medici has returned to the Sequence 1 rank, He is essentially still an Evil Spirit. The suppression and even enslavement that the 'Pale Emperor' exerts on Undead Creatures like Evil Spirits will also have some effect on Him."
"Furthermore, Olmer, the Sanguine 'Duke of Full Moon,' has already arrived in Sivellaus County. He will cooperate with you to hold the Hornacis Defense Line. If necessary, you can directly chant my honorific name."
As he spoke, Aaron moved his mind and bestowed the gray and white Compass, which he had stored in the Nation of Disorder, upon Nast, who was currently digesting the "Duke of Entropy" potion in the Raging Sea. He also relayed the negative effects of the Compass that Roselle had warned him about.
The only Blasphemer has already hidden in the Abyss. The remaining remnants who believe in the Uncertain Mist are at most Demigod level and might possess a few powerful Sealed Artifacts, but they are not worth Him wasting time clearing out one by one.
For Aaron now, besides digesting the "Hand of Order" potion, the most important task is constructing nine mausoleums belonging to His own order, paving the way for the future ritual to perfectly accommodate the Black Emperor Pathway Uniqueness and achieve the rank of Outer Deity.
Excluding Relic No. 1, which has been completely destroyed, and the 7th Relic, which was polluted by the Abyss, the remaining mausoleums of George III can still be repurposed. The two existing mausoleums, the Specter Empire and the Ferrymans Abyss in the Southern Continent, can fill the final vacancies. The rest involves integrating His own order into the mausoleums, making them unique anchors for Himself.
His thoughts gradually settled. After Aaron learned the details of Roselle's experience constructing the Black Emperor mausoleums, He stepped into the starlight portal again. The faint blue light flashed, and He had already arrived at Mausoleum No. 9 in East Chester County.
The Guardian of this place is Hermes. Thanks to the mutual understanding between the two sides, this is also the only mausoleum that has not been attacked and remains the most perfectly preserved.
Almost simultaneously with Aaron's appearance, shimmering patterns, as if originating from the deepest layer of dreams, suddenly detached from the Sea of Collective Subconscious, weaving together into an old man wearing a gray and white robe.
"Congratulations, you are one step closer to godhood!"
As the low, steady voice echoed, complex symbols formed by overlapping "Doors" materialized out of thin air, rapidly expanding and stretching into an illusory, translucent grand gate. Behind the gate, a massive mausoleum constructed of black stones could be vaguely seen.
Aaron slightly nodded toward this Virtual Personality separated by Hermes, then immediately stepped through the illusory gate, entering this dim and deep area. Reflected in His dark golden pupils was the magnificent mausoleum, residual Shadows of Order lingering on it, and faint sounds of angry, unwilling roars echoing.
A cold smile curled at Aaron's lips. Without the slightest hesitation, the Embryonic Divine Kingdom, fused with the Nation of Disorder, immediately descended into reality, enveloping the entire mausoleum.
Under the scouring of the boundless dark gold tide, the residual Shadow of Order was completely annihilated in an instant. The various words and symbols originally inscribed on the surface of the deep black mausoleum were gradually replaced by symbolic patterns etched in dark gold lines.
In a frontier town located in the southern Hornacis Mountain Range, Sivellaus County, Loen.
Verdu Abraham, lying on the bed, quietly opened his eyes. He observed the deep night outside the window, listened intently for a moment, then put on his gold-rimmed glasses, silently took out the prepared materials, and quickly set up a Wall of Spirituality.
"Since Victor advanced to Sequence 4 'Secrets Sorcerer,' more and more Abrahams have begun to abandon the glory of their ancestors and believe in that 'Lord of Order' whose origins are unknown. I have gradually become marginalized."
"If I hadn't voluntarily offered to go and support the Hornacis Defense Line, I probably wouldn't have escaped the fate of being placed under house arrest..."
Verdu took a deep breath, suppressing the indignation in his heart, and a look of sudden determination appeared in his haggard expression:
"The bloodline and glory of the Abraham family come from the Ancestor, and I am willing to pay any price for it."
He no longer hesitated. After setting up the ritual, he closed his eyes and devoutly chanted an honorific name in Ancient Hermes:
"The Dark Lord that exists alongside History;
"The Embodiment of Countless Miracles;"
"The God of Wishes."
This was the honorific name of a suspected Ancient Deity that Verdu had "accidentally" flipped through in some of the family's remaining ancient texts before leaving Backlund.
The fragmented descriptions, consisting of only a few words, finally convinced Verdu to attempt the prayer, seeking that slim hope, even if the greater possibility was gaining nothing or even falling into the Abyss.
As the Ancient Hermes, which leveraged natural forces, echoed, Verdu suddenly felt his Spirituality slow down. An indescribable sensation made him abruptly open his eyes, astonished to find himself, at some unknown point, inside a magnificent, gloomy palace, where he instinctively felt his own insignificance.
Instinctively following his spiritual intuition, Verdu looked around and glimpsed a terrifying, mountain-like creature in the depths of the darkness. Its entire body was covered in dark, short fur, and its jet-black pupils occupied at least three-quarters of its eyes, with an extra white circle outside its right eye.
The next second, thick blood seeped from Verdu's eyes. Enduring the pain of his Spirituality being pierced, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground and spoke with a trembling voice:
"Great God of Wishes, please forgive my ignorance..."
Verdu, who possessed extensive knowledge of mysticism, clearly understood that this pain, which nearly caused him to faint, was essentially the negative consequence of his level being unable to withstand gazing directly at this existence, which instinctively reminded him of a sentence frequently appearing in various books on mysticism:
"Do not gaze directly upon a Deity!"