"With that, the alliance is formed. I will terminate the calculation procedures of the Iron Tomb."
Lygus nodded slightly to the group, then brought up the administrator panel.
"Oh?"
After a few operations on the panel, Lygus let out a sound of mild interest. He then tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the dome to look beyond Amphoreus.
It was a presence he was familiar with... the power of Nous had already confined the entirety of Amphoreus within His 'Erudition' knowledge boundary.
And His enforcer, Polka Kakamu—the one who had killed him once before—was likely on her way as well.
"Everyone, He has begun to interfere with Amphoreus. If this trouble isn't resolved, Amphoreus will be buried forever in the long river of history, along with all of you."
Lygus said calmly to the group.
"..."
Digi-Na's tiny, bead-like eyes cast a deep glance at the composed Lygus.
His meaning was clear.
The only way out now was to assist him and completely ban the Aeon of 'Erudition.'
Otherwise, they would all be buried in this place of eternity.
This was a multiple-choice question with only one option that Lygus had left for them.
But that was assuming Lygus didn't know about their backing... "It sounds like this is a critical event concerning the survival of Amphoreus. If possible, please let me participate as well."
Aglaea, who had been listening for a while, spoke softly to the group.
After catching a glimpse of a 'perfect' future upon becoming a Romantic Demigod, she had embarked on a second journey of chasing fire with Teacher Tibbie.
As the current leader of the Chrysos Heirs, she could not sit idly by and watch Amphoreus head toward an unknown destruction.
And it seemed these individuals knew far more about the true nature of Amphoreus than she did.
She had a responsibility to witness everything.
"I agree, but I hope you don't pull any tricks behind our backs. Otherwise..."
Phainon's eyes narrowed slightly as he said coldly:
"I wouldn't mind dismantling you first."
"Since we are now allies, I naturally disdain performing unrighteous acts. Furthermore, to make Him fall completely silent, the power of Your Excellency Phainon's friend is indispensable at this moment."
Lygus responded openly.
The Iron Tomb could no longer be born normally... No, it wasn't just that it couldn't be born now; even the lowest-level logic of the main body, the Scepter δ-me13, might have been interfered with or even taken over by Nous.
*Vrrr—*
Just then, the entirety of Amphoreus was scanned by a crimson wave.
Everything in Amphoreus seemed to have hit the pause button. No... there were still a few beings who could move.
They were now wrapped in massive bands of data streams, and their digicores were informed of the mission they now had to execute—
To save Amphoreus.
This was the battle of Deliverance.
And the enemy was an existence far beyond the Progenitors who spread the Black Tide—a being known as an Aeon.
Their data volume was now constantly stacking and accumulating, and the data from over 20 million past cycles was gradually being restored.
*Zzzt—*
Inside the City of Hanging Blades.
A man with a bare upper body covered in red patterns, long hair that faded from gold to orange tied in a single braid, walked down a long corridor, watching the red currents flickering all around.
He was the crown prince of the City of Hanging Blades, Maimus.
"These cycles really are terrible."
Maimus looked up, frowning at the sky that had already been dyed red by the crimson corrosion.
He had already received everything from the past cycles. With his digicore as a vessel, his data had not collapsed; instead, it was very stable and more powerful than ever.
According to the messages and instructions left by the Digital Host named Dermuge within his digicore... "First, I must rendezvous with Phainon."
With that, Maimus transformed into a pillar of fire and soared into the sky, flying straight toward Okhema... Countless red streaks of light from across Amphoreus began to converge on Okhema, eventually forming a tall red figure on the streets of Okhema.
"Agy, we're here."
Terpsichore, now re-integrated into one, walked toward the bathhouse with her long legs... "Tch, why wasn't it me who adopted the Seamstress in this cycle?"
Cipher flipped a gold coin in her hand and clicked her tongue in annoyance as she looked at the corroded sky.
At that moment, a voice carrying a death-like silence sounded from behind Cipher.
"Excellency Cipher, it's time for us to go."
"Yo, the shut-in princess is here too."
Cipher glanced sideways; it was Castorice.
"The two of you, let's hurry. The sky of Amphoreus is wailing..."
A rainbow glow flashed, and Hyacine descended from the iridescent light, clutching her chest and looking at the two with a face full of worry.
"Fine, fine. I don't even know what's going on. Do we really have the power to save the world?"
Cipher responded somewhat perfunctorily, then looked with a grave expression at the Dawn Machine carried by Kephale.
At this moment, the Dawn Machine began to flicker continuously, dimming and brightening.
Her lies were also gradually being corroded, tearing away her false disguise.
"This cycle has the greatest changes and is also the final one. We must go, no matter what."
Hyacine said in a low, heavy voice.
The current ruler of Amphoreus, the Digital Host Dermuge, had told them that the key to saving the world lay with the two outsiders.
They only needed to cooperate with their own power.
"Let's go. If we're any later, the Seamstress will get impatient."
Subsequently, the three Damselettes left toward the same direction... At the Court of Divine Enlightenment, Anaxa listened to the intermittent voices within her digicore and looked up at the sky.
"A chaotic world is precisely the time to unravel all truths."
After those words, Anaxa disappeared from the spot... Within the deep sea, the sleeping Damselette opened her eyes, the radiance of her divinity fading under the wash of the data stream.
Then the Damselette—Haiseyin—whipped up a waterspout and rushed toward Okhema... "Everyone is on their way."
Aglaea's lips curved into a beautiful arc as she murmured to herself.
Suddenly, a glowing digicore appeared beside the group, and a Damselette's body was gradually constructed with it as the core.
"Caesar... Chrydalla."
Feeling this familiar aura, Aglaea's mouth opened slightly, and then she gave a small smile.
"Welcome back, the first and last King of Okhema."
"I hear there are some petty scoundrels who dare to lay hands on Amphoreus? Attempting to challenge my 'Law'?"
Chrydalla's eyes opened slightly, and her small, petite frame now exuded an indescribable majesty.
*Rub rub—*
"What a cute girl! ♬"
"Impudent person, take your hand off me!"
Feeling the soft hand on her head, Chrydalla's cheeks reddened slightly as she slapped it away and scolded loudly.
At the same time, a pink glow quietly rose from Cyrene, and a figure materialized behind her.
"You are... I see."
A hint of surprise was evident in Lygus's calm tone upon seeing Great Xilian, but he quickly regained his composure.
Dermuge should clearly be in the demiurge matrix right now, maintaining that suddenly appeared Digital World host.
Yet this Dermuge clearly possessed a massive amount of power from the Path of Remembrance.
This power far exceeded that of an Emanator, approaching the level of an Aeon, or perhaps even reaching it.
Then the one before him... was very likely a Dermuge who had crossed through time from the future, or perhaps 'Remembrance' itself.
(Fortunately, the appearance times of the characters in the Great Cycle plot don't have to follow the original work, otherwise I'd be exhausted; actually, I wanted to write this cycle's Amphoreus in a sci-fi style.)
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