Grazing George III

Luther's Spirituality was greatly depleted, and he became mentally confused.

In a hazy state, he felt his Consciousness rising infinitely, arriving in the magnificent and vast Astral World, surrounded by the glorious kingdom of the gods, and enveloped by countless profound symbols and images.

A tall shadow floated beside him.

The shadow was pitch black and imposing, exuding an indescribable majesty, and wore a crown-like structure. It was like a shadow beneath the surface of Order, silently influencing the rules of the entire Astral World.

Far away opposite Luther, there was a similar entity, but its form was not yet complete; it was merely a thin wisp of black mist that was gradually gathering.

Below, the nine Mausoleum act as Anchor, providing the black mist with the power to gather.

"Oh..."

Luther heard Roselle's contemptuous laugh and reached out his hand towards the black mist.

In an instant, a powerful gravitational force emanated from his side and swiftly struck George III on the opposite side!

As True God, the "Black Emperor" possesses a unique resurrection ability. Once he successfully ascends, he will not truly die until all nine secret Mausoleum are Destruction. Even if he perishes, he can awaken and return from one of the Mausoleum. What's even more terrifying is that even if all nine Mausoleum are destroyed, as long as a certain number of remnants of the Order established by that God remain, he may still be able to resurrect.

Upon resurrection, the "Black Emperor" will regain his Beyonder Characteristic and Uniqueness, an Order that no other True God can reverse or stop!

One is the returning old emperor, the other is the New Emperor about to ascend the throne. Which side will the [Order] itself lean towards? The answer seems quite obvious.

"Boom!!"

The black mist that George III had transformed into suddenly rippled violently, as if a strong Storm had arisen within it. The tendency to condense was instantly stopped, and instead, it began to collapse!

"No--"

The black mist let out a defiant roar, but under the influence of invisible rules, its collapse was intensifying!

Something flew out from the black Fog he had transformed into, carrying an indescribable sense of Order, traversing the vast distance of the Astral World, and heading towards Roselle.

It was a crown inlaid with many dark gems.

Then, three more objects broke free from George III's obstruction and flew toward Roselle in succession. They were identical in appearance, all being translucent black scepters divided into nine sections.

--The Uniqueness of the "Black Emperor" Pathway and the three-part Sequence 1 Characteristic!

These four things radiated a brilliant Spirituality light, casting shadows into the form of Roselle. His body suddenly grew larger, towering like a giant mountain, and as deep and majestic as the boundless night sky.

Just then, Luther seemed to hear a "snap" sound in his ear, and the connection between himself and Roselle was suddenly severed.

Roselle was now almost True God; he could no longer Grazing! A surge of power began to manifest within Roselle, and around him, a strange Order rapidly connected with the Astral World, constructing a space that belonged solely to him.

Divine Kingdom!

Meanwhile, George III was already in dire straits.

"Aaaaaah!"

His Spirituality was dissipating, the black mist was constantly tearing and exploding, either turning into pure power or separating into Low Sequence Characteristic, constantly flying towards Roselle's direction.

But George III himself was still struggling ugly, trying to lower his altitude, leave the Astral World, and return to his physical body in reality, in order to find a way to survive.

Still trying to run away?

Luther's eyes narrowed, and he mentally propelled his body to chase after the other side at high speed. In the blink of an eye, he had already flown in front of George III.

"Blood Bishop, it's all your fault! Everything is because of you!!"

George III recognized him and roared in a shrill, desperate voice, "They're just some poor folks from the East Borough, lowly as insects... Why are you fighting me to this extent for them?!"

This was a question he could never understand from the beginning.

"..." Luther looked at the King of Loen with disdain.

He didn't bother arguing with this guy at all, and simply opened his palm towards the cloud of black mist, saying softly:

"Grazing!"

He roared at the mangled Spirit Body of King Loen, and a powerful suction force surged forth. Yes, he was going to Grazing this creature who had lost his status and almost become True God!

Let me go--

Seeing this, George III struggled even more frantically, trying to break free from his grasp.

However, he had already lost a great deal of strength in the previous battle, leaving only a damaged soul. How could he possibly retaliate successfully?

"Save me, Lord!"

George III struggled desperately, as if grasping at a last straw, crying out towards the Divine Kingdom deep within the Astral World, a realm of Storm and Thunder, then looking at the field covered with Deep Sleep Grass and Moon Flower, and the metallic space of levers and gears, "Save me, Goddess, God of Steam!!"

However, none of those magnificent Divine Kingdom responded; they merely witnessed it all silently.

Praise be to you, my glorious Lord.

The Spirituality depletion left Luther mentally confused. He Consciousness prayed, his hands gradually clenching. "You sit upon the vault of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers... You spread out the heavens like a curtain, and unfold the sky like a dwelling tent... You reduce kings to nothingness, and the Judgement of the earth to emptiness."

"... You clothe yourself in glory and majesty, draped in light as an outer robe, spreading across the heavens as a curtain..."

The entire Astral World fell silent at his prayers, and strange symbols surrounded him.

In an instant, his figure seemed to be imprinted deep within this world, causing all the stars to submit to him.

"The Lord is all and one, King of kings and Lord of lords, the beginning of the beginning and the end of the end..."

"No--"

The lingering shadow of Order cried out, and it was in this prayer that he was pulled into his body.

At the Ninth Bureau secret locations in the Real World, under the watchful eyes of all the guards, those magnificent tombs began to collapse, gushing out large amounts of blood accompanied by unwilling roars, witnessing the emperor's failed ascension.

George III, the Grazing was a success!

Meanwhile, in Roselle's secret Mausoleum, M's figure stood beside him, gazing up at the Astral World. Her golden eyes, filled with Indifference and majesty, resonated subtly with Luther's Spirituality as he prayed.

"Lord, your majesty will return to the world, and your kingdom will surely come. Your benevolence and authority will be prepared to deliver the due reward to the world..."

Suddenly, M's golden eyes flashed, and the Indifference expression vanished, replaced by a gaze as pure as a child's.

"Wake up."

She lowered her head and whispered to Luther, who was covered in Flesh and gore.

"Puff!"

Luther's Consciousness suddenly sank back into his body.