An entrustment

After Lumian finished reciting Amon's current Honorific Name, a ray of light, full of Redemption meaning, shone from the void and from the River of Destiny, condensing into Amon wearing Pointed Soft Hat and Monocle.

Amon glanced around, smiled, and said, "Have you reached an agreement? How about a duel?"

"You ' Hunter ' have quite the patience, don't you? Something that should have been discussed Last Year September has been dragged on until now."

As he spoke, Amon clapped his hands lightly for the patience of the two "Hunter".

"Red Angel" Medici immediately scoffed:

"You've changed your Pathway, so why are you still cawing like Crow?"

"Come on, let's not waste time."

Steal someone else's Beyonder Characteristic from their High-Sequence is no easy task. Even if the target abandons resistance and cooperates willingly, it still takes a considerable amount of time, carries a significant probability of failure, and requires the target to possess an extremely high rank.

After urging Amon, the "Red Angel" sat back on his Iron Throne, leaned back, crossed his right leg, and struck his usual arrogant pose.

There was no fear or disappointment on his face, only a slightly vacant look in his eyes, as if he were reminiscing.

"What are you thinking about?" Amon asked with a smile.

"Red Angel" Medici chuckled, "Thinking back to before you were born."

Amon shook his head and pinched the Monocle clipped to his Eye Sockets with his right hand.

He took out a red apple with his left hand, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." As Amon spoke with a smile, his Monocle suddenly lit up.

He extended his right hand to "Red Angel" Medici, his wrist turning heavily and slowly.

"Red Angel" Medici was suddenly ignited, his entire body engulfed in bright Purple Flames.

He endured this Pain while maintaining a mocking smile.

Burning in the flames, eternal in the flames.

After "Steal" Red Angel 'Medici two "Conqueror" Beyonder Characteristic and handing them over to Lumian, Amon left the Protected Zone.

He stood above the valley of the still-flowing Serenzo River, gazing at the distant world:

Giant Oak Tree, seemingly reaching almost into the sky, stand on the earth, their lush greenery covering the Civilization left behind by humankind. Occasionally, cries of "Wah!" can be heard, accompanied by the sounds of flocks taking flight.

Suddenly, a figure staggered out from within the faintly visible Grayish-White Fog.

The figure was handsome, dressed in formal attire, with scarlet Eyes, clearly Sequence Sanguine of a relatively high rank.

After leaving the Protected Zone, the Sanguine's body quickly underwent Mutation.

He collapsed into chunks of flesh and blood, from which grew numerous reproductive organs, some from Men, some from Women, and some from special organisms.

They interact with each other, and with the stones, wood, Vines, and other elements in their surroundings, giving rise to all sorts of Rebirth.

Amon watched with interest for a while, then raised his right hand and flicked out a Formless, Colorless Flames.

The Flames landed on the frantically writhing, ever-growing mass of flesh and blood, instantly igniting it and burning it to ashes along with the new life it was giving birth to.

Amon turned his gaze to the edge of the Grayish-White Fog, where he saw three Sanguine watching him. The leader was Mr. "Moon" Emlin, who was wearing Medium-Height Silk Top Hat.

Amon smiled and looked again at the place where the huge Oak Tree stood tall.

He's on night duty tonight.

Mr. "Moon," Emlin, who had come to clean up the Mutation, stared for a while, then stepped out of the Grayish-White Fog, enduring the Crimson Moonlight, and recovered the Beyonder Characteristic that had been severely Corruption.

He and the other two Sanguine exchanged glances and silently returned to the Protected Zone.

After sealing away that Beyonder Characteristic, Emlin returned to his residence in Backlund, sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, and gazed at the Crimson Moon high in the sky.

Only in the Protected Zone could he feel the tranquility brought by the Crimson Moon, the spiritual growth it brought, and the unique beauty of the night.

The Crimson Moonlight of the Ruined World is a Pain for Sanguine, seemingly trying to ignite them and burn them into pure spirituality.

Reflecting Past the past period, even Emlin, who always had a high opinion of himself, couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted.

He used to say he wanted to become the Savior of the Sanguine, and he was full of motivation. But that was when the progenitor was still alive and the Apocalypse of the Sanguine was still in the Prophecy. Now, the Apocalypse of the Sanguine has truly arrived and is happening.

Compared to other Pathway Beyonder, Beyonder from the Sanguine and "Planter" Pathway were more deeply and severely affected by the Crimson Moon. In the past year, Emlin had witnessed countless of his kin transform into Monster or become the most ferocious enemies, and had personally dealt with a large portion of them.

Every day, familiar faces say goodbye, and every day, sad things happen.

This is the Apocalypse.

As of now, compared to before the Crimson Moon, the Sanguine population is only half of what it was before, slightly less.

"How can I save...?" Emlin, the "Moon," pondered the question seriously, no longer lost in daydreams or brimming with ambition.

--Affected by the arrival of the Crimson Moon, the activities of the Sanguine Duke have become increasingly restricted. They dare not use their abilities easily, fearing that they will Loss of Control and mutate. Marquis such as Emlin are the most powerful forces that the Sanguine can mobilize.

Emlin, who vaguely guessed why the Crimson Moon, or the "Great Mother's " descent, could have such a profound impact, pondered for an entire night but still couldn't figure out how to save his people.

As the Sun rose and daylight arrived, he drew the curtains, lay down on his bed, and fell into a deep sleep, hoping that his active spirit could provide some guidance through his Dream.

In a daze, Emlin suddenly heard a familiar Women voice:

"Emlin... Emlin..."

Emlin stared blankly toward the source of the sound, and vaguely made out a voluptuous and graceful figure.

He instinctively cried out, "Ancestor!"

The voice, its tone slightly elusive, said, "There's something I need to entrust to you."

In the past, Emlin would have been overjoyed and proud, because it meant he was truly going to be the Savior of the Sanguine. But now, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, as if his body could barely bear it.

He remained silent for several seconds before answering in a low voice:

"Yes, the progenitor."

The plump and beautiful figure said with maternal tenderness, "I will give you a share of the Beyonder Characteristic of the ' Goddess of Beauty,' which contains my Mental Brand and remnants of my self-awareness."

"Keep it safe. Someday in the future, I might be able to be Rebirth through it."

"It also contains an extra ' Creator ' Beyonder Characteristic, which I will separate out for you in advance. After that, go to the vault to get the Auxiliary Ingredient and try to complete the advancement as soon as possible. After the Apocalypse comes, do your best to protect the remaining Sanguine members."

Emlin showed no joy, but asked with a mixture of doubt and worry, "And you, Ancestor?"

Why make arrangements for Resurrection and Rebirth?

The voluptuous, graceful figure smiled and said, "Some things must be done, and some hopes must be fought for."

Emlin was stunned, sensing the resolute determination Concealment in the tone of the progenitor Lilith.

The voluptuous and beautiful figure offered no further explanation, but spoke in a mother's voice, "My children, as long as you are still alive, as long as my bloodline is not severed, and as long as someone remembers my name, I will live on forever..."

The sound gradually faded and disappeared into the dream.

A voluptuous and graceful figure emerged from the dreamlike gate forged by starlight, and saw the majestic Ancient Palace and the Grayish-White Fog that enveloped Palace.

Wearing Medium-Height Silk Top Hat and Long Windbreaker, "The Fool" was already seated at the head of the Bronze Long Table, waiting quietly.

This is one of his clones, a projection.

"This is ' Sefirah Castle '?" A beautiful Women, radiating maternal warmth, sat down in the chair at the bottom of the weathered long table.

She is Lilith, the "Earth Mother".

"The manifestation and extension of ' Sefirah Castle '." Mr. The Fool replied calmly, "What brings you here in your Dream while you 'Slumber?"

The Earth Mother, Lilith, seemed to be cradling an illusory infant, and said with a faint smile, "I want you to kill me."

"What is the meaning?" Mr. The Fool asked, speaking at a measured pace.

"Earth Mother" Lilith said with a gentle yet firm smile, "' Fallen Mother Goddess ' used my past Steal Ombella's identity and Destiny to symbolically manipulate me into this predicament of being neither alive nor dead. But conversely, we can also use this to our advantage."

"Since I am equal to Ombella, killing me will cause the real Ombella to die as well. She is the link between the ' Fallen Mother Goddess ' and the ' Brood Hive.' Severing the link can effectively slow down the ' Fallen Mother Goddess's ' progress in accommodating the ' Brood Hive,' buying more time for everyone."

"If the ' Fallen Mother Goddess ' can use symbolism, I think you, Mr. ' The Fool, ' certainly can too. You, who control ' Fooling, ' are perhaps even masters in this area."

"You are indeed the symbol of Ombella, and you still exist." Mr. The Fool nodded slightly. "But killing Ombella now will make the ' Brood Hive ' hate us, and thus choose to return to the ' Fallen Mother Goddess '."

"To Him, Ombella was the first child He conceived himself after His Rebirth consciousness, not someone else's. She was His Eldest Daughter with Mysticism significance, just as the ' Fallen Mother Goddess ' was the Eldest Daughter of the ' Primordial One Creator.' He valued Ombella highly."

Before the Earth Mother Lilith could respond, Mr. The Fool tapped the edge of the Bronze Long Table with his finger:

"This can be used, but the time is not right."

Lilith, the Earth Mother, smiled again:

"That's good, at least I can still make a difference with my death."

"I'm waiting for that opportunity to come."

After speaking, the "Earth Mother" stood up and slowly walked away from the Above the Gray Fog.