Looking at the fanatical Shaman King Klarman before him, Nimrod was somewhat surprised. A Pillar Old One's deployed forces on Earth amounted to only this?
Apart from him, there wasn't even a single angel. This exceeded his expectations.
However, after thinking of those two useful pawns—Russell and Mr. Door—he felt relieved. For the Fallen Mother Goddess, with these two trump cards in hand, why bother painstakingly organizing forces?
No matter how many angels and demigods were cultivated, could they be half as useful as Mr. Door and Russell? In struggles at the level of True Gods and Old Ones, countless small fry were meaningless.
Seeing Klarman fall silent, Nimrod stopped inquiring. Four demigods were four demigods. Regardless, they were fighting power—certainly better than the early Tarot Club.
After this Shaman King with an actual age exceeding 1000 years stood up, Nimrod raised his right hand. Starlight flashed instantly, condensing into a thin sheet of paper forged from brilliant starlight.
After handing the letter condensed from starlight to the other party, Nimrod gave instructions in an indifferent tone: "Mobilize all forces you can currently access. Notify the demigods of the other two cults in the Southern Continent to quickly collect the matters I've assigned above."
"I obey your command, great son of the Red Moon."
Respectfully receiving the starlight-condensed paper with both hands, Klarman cast his gaze over it.
"Audience, Clown, Lucky One, Artisan Beyonder characteristics—one each? What does Your Highness want these low-sequence Beyonder characteristics for?"
As a demigod who had survived long and mastered extensive mystical knowledge, he didn't understand what an angel needed these for. Apart from the Artisan Beyonder characteristic having some use, the rest should serve no particular purpose.
Although he didn't understand, Klarman knew one thing: as a believer of the Primordial Moon, he must complete what the son of god assigned.
"It seems I need to contact Palaka and Dean. I wonder if those two have received divine oracles. Mm, they probably haven't, otherwise they should have arrived before me."
Palaka was the Classical Alchemist's name. He was a Southern Continent native who had received divine favor while still at low sequence, advancing to demigod in just ten years at a speed surpassing ordinary people.
Dean was the Corpse Bearer's name. He was from Feynapotter, a formerly defected archbishop of the Earth Mother Church. External rumors said his defection was due to misinterpretation and blasphemy of divine doctrine, discovered by the then Mother Superior and sent to the tribunal.
However, what people didn't expect was that this archbishop actually killed the tribunal chief at the tribunal, broke through obstruction and defected from the church. After coming to the Southern Continent, he converted to the Primordial Moon, also receiving divine favor, and three years ago successfully advanced to a Sequence 3 demigod.
"Son of the Red Moon? Forget it, call me whatever you want."
Nimrod frowned, accepting the identity of son of the Red Moon, then looked at Klarman: "How should I contact you all, or rather, how should you contact me?"
"Your Highness, as an angel, as long as we recite your honorific name, you can respond to our prayers and sacrifices worldwide."
"Honorific name?" Nimrod raised an eyebrow. He had originally thought it would be like Klein using messengers to communicate, forgetting about this method.
"Yes, Your Highness. May I know your honorific name?"
Klarman stood to the side, respectfully asking.
"The unique favored one of the Red Moon Lord roaming through time and dimensions, eye watching over the mirror world that never existed in the past, great Savita Hermes."
Although he could now use deity-level three-part honorific names through the "Mirror World" Sefirot, he still temporarily created an honorific name related to the Fallen Mother Goddess.
The name Savita Hermes came from two mythological legends from his previous life, both representing legendary speed gods. He wanted to evolve the Savita identity into the son of the Red Moon and leader of the Primordial Moon School, thereby severing from his main body, forming a vest to share more anchors and shift blame.
Savita's affairs—what relationship did they have with him, Nimrod?
"Praise you, great son of god. You are the unique favored one of the Red Moon Lord roaming through time and space. You are the eye watching over the mirror world that never existed in the past. Your praises, great Savita Hermes, I pray for your gaze, I pray for you to open the kingdom's gates."
As Klarman prayed with both hands, respectfully reciting the honorific name he had created, Nimrod felt a brilliant light point appear before his eyes. With spiritual touch, he heard the aged prayer voice coming from that light point, praying for him to open a door—a door leading to himself.
"Enough, leave this place."
After verifying that the honorific name could be used and marking Klarman's prayer light point, Nimrod stopped Klarman from continuing to recite his honorific name and had him leave.
Watching Klarman transform into moonlight and leave through the window, Nimrod closed his eyes, as if sensing something.
Thirty seconds later, he opened his eyes. His handsome face carried a trace of smile as he chuckled: "Found you."
Immediately, his entire body suddenly collapsed and twisted, instantly dyed with brilliant starlight, becoming extremely illusory, as if transformed into a "star gate."
At this moment, Nimrod no longer resembled a physical being but was closer to a collection of symbols like "roaming," "astral passage," "space," becoming an abstract conceptualized creature.
As an angel, a Planeswalker, this was his deeper utilization of the Door pathway's authority. Compared to other pathways, Door pathway angels could transform themselves into symbolic signs, thereby effectively utilizing the astral realm to quickly travel to different places.
Ruen Kingdom, Pritz Harbor
In the office on the 3rd floor of the harbor fishermen's association, Dorian, dressed in men's formal wear with a brown tie and processing documents, put down his fountain pen and once again raised both hands to rub his forehead.
Gently rubbing his throbbing temples, Dorian slowly adjusted his mental state. As an Abraham family member, he also endured the curse of full moon ravings.
Last night's moon, which was ridiculously large and seemed to cover the entire sky in illusory red, had directly intensified his curse's strength, leaving him still feeling headaches and bodily convulsions until noon the next day.
Without the help of specially made potions, he might have died last night, becoming a sealed artifact or an out-of-control monster.
"Sigh, each time is more severe than the last. I almost didn't make it through. If next month's curse is still this intense, I'll definitely lose control because of it. I wonder how other family members are doing. Laubro and the others have aged—their physical health is much worse than before. Could they have made it through this time..."
Dorian left his high stool, supporting his body as he looked toward the gloomy sky outside the window, listening to the prelude of an approaching storm.