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The Major Arcana, Lady "The Magician," were once again affected by the Order Distortion, and suddenly broke free from their state of starlight wandering, floating in mid-air.

What came into their Eyes was an exceptionally bloody Altar and countless mutilated Corpse.

On the Altar was an Oil Painting painting depicting a strange Starry Sky.

The "Hermit" Lady, whose hearing was sealed, Distortion her expression again, and whispered with difficulty, "It's here, it's that painting..."

She felt the terrifying sound affecting her suddenly grow louder, and the Source was the Oil Painting!

"It really works..." The "Magician" Lady turned her gaze to the little boy Will Aucetin, who was holding the Iron Cigarette Case. It was unclear whether she was praising the item that had the air of the "The Fool" or the good fortune that she had always envied.

The little boy, Will, shrugged and said, "I didn't expect it to work this well."

As he spoke, the "Hermit" Lady forcibly conjured an ancient spear stained with mottled blood, sending it flying toward the Oil Painting with Aura of Destruction.

But before this "Spear of Longinus" from "Fairy Tale Magic" could even get close to the Altar, it quickly became ethereal and disintegrated into points of light.

A dazzling starlight shone in the eyes of the "Magician" Lady.

Around the Altar, tiny rays of light outlined a pair of dreamlike gates, as if to transfer the Oil Painting, along with the Altar itself, Outside the Barrier, to the Gloom and deep boundless Starry Sky.

However, the door depicted by starlight remained motionless and could not be opened.

"Those who aren't Participant in the Whirlpool Ritual can't affect that Oil Painting." Miss "Justice" turned her gaze to the Iron Cigarette Case in Will's hand, eager to try and take it, using it as a medium to demonstrate her physical strength and see if she could damage the Oil Painting.

The "Judgement" Lady beat her to it, taking the Iron Cigarette Case from the "Queen of Mysteries" from the little boy Will, holding it in her hand, and making it part of her fist.

Immediately afterwards, the holder of the Major Arcana uttered a low cry in Ancient Hermetic:

"Execution!"

With this decree, "Judgement" swung his right fist, which was gripping the Iron Cigarette Case, down sharply.

Bang!

The Altar was slightly dented, but the Oil Painting showed no obvious signs of damage.

"It has some effect, but not much," the "Magician" Lady accurately assessed.

She took the Iron Cigarette Case and tried to reproduce her various abilities, but she could only cause minor damage to the Oil Painting and could not shake the core effect. After all, they were not Participant in the Whirlpool Ritual and could only use the Iron Cigarette Case as a medium to transmit the influence, and the medium itself did not have destructive power.

Looking at the Oil Painting that was still influencing her and many other High-Ranking Being, the "Hermit" Lady inevitably felt anxious.

Depths the Primitive Island, in front of the "Black Emperor's " Mausoleum, amidst a thick White Fog.

As the four beams of light merged into Roselle's body in mid-air, Perle's face was suddenly stretched wide, revealing a rather Jester yet terrifying appearance. Meanwhile, the blood-red figure and the miniature Crimson Moon, which were slowly moving towards the corresponding light points in the mist, strangely retreated a bit, as if they had gone the wrong way.

Within the point of light from which the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" emerged, the White Fog, having completed its mission and been completely dissolved by the purification of the Sacred Pillar of Light of light, was now replenished. Saint Viève in mid-air and Angoulême and other members of the "Purifier" outside the Villa all felt a sense of fear that the current order was about to collapse.

The previously shadowless field of light instantly Distortion, with darkness seeping in and creating a shadowed side.

Mr. Moon, who had discovered the existence of the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty," was about to transform into Crimson Moonlight and shine into the White Fog, but found himself rushing into the sky. The "Worm of Time" that Pallez had split off from had just decided to return, gather information, and unite to Deceit the rules, but they had all lost their way on the path of life.

The "The Hanged Man," who was riding the Gale, suddenly sank, nearly losing his ability to fly, and crashed to the ground.

As Distortion of varying degrees appeared in every part of the world, at the heart of the Whirlpool Ritual, Perle struggled to raise his head and look up into the sky.

At the edge of that abstract and illusory strange world, Roselle's figure, clad in black armor and a magnificent cloak, grew larger and clearer, with Crown inlaid with numerous Gloom gems rapidly taking shape on its head.

The White Fog surrounding the Emperor had largely seeped into his body, Distortion his face and causing a slow, expanding Miasma to fill his already deep blue, almost black Eyes.

The "Black Emperor" has been Resurrection in the Astral World.

Roselle lowered his head slightly, looking down at the White Fog in front of his Mausoleum, at the torrent connecting him to the mist, and at the majestic, profound face of Perle Depths within the mist.

The next second, the "Black Emperor" raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and gently twisted his wrist.

"Distortion"!

Based on his own Authority, the special connection between the "Black Emperor" Pathway and the "Mist of Uncertainty," and the Corruption of the "Mist of Uncertainty" that was deeply eroding his body and soul, and relying on the invisible Barrier that prevented the invasion of Outer Deity, he forcibly completed a "Distortion."

Perle, Depths the White Fog, was briefly stunned, then surprised and bewildered to discover that the one closely connected to him through the Whirlpool Ritual was no longer the great "Mist of Uncertainty," but rather That One "Black Emperor" in mid-air.

Her object of worship and the basis of her Ritual were all "Distortion" onto Emperor Roselle!

After feeling lost, Perle quickly developed intense feelings of fear Despair.

Not only her, but all the followers of the "Mist of Uncertainty" in different parts of the Southern and Northern Continent found that a thin White Fog appeared before their eyes, and within the White Fog stood a magnificent and majestic blurry figure.

The figure, wearing Crown and Black Armor, was silently looking down at them.

The first thing the "Black Emperor" did upon his Resurrection was to temporarily "take over" all faiths that pointed to the "Mist of Uncertainty"!

Of course, this also made Him more directly exposed to the eyes of That One Evil God Outside the Barrier.

Another White Fog was separated from the surface of a certain Planet, reaching the place where a fierce battle of gods was taking place. With the help of the special environment and its own symbolism, it once again penetrated the Barrier through unpredictable Change and landed on Emperor Roselle at the edge of the Astral World, just like Fishing line finally taking control of its target.

Roselle's expression grew increasingly Distortion.

He still looked down upon Perle and the other followers of the "Mist of Uncertainty" scattered throughout the world, and said in a majestic voice, "' The Broker ' have managed to unite the Outer Deity and put it into action, causing immense harm and committing an unforgivable crime!"

As he spoke, the "Black Emperor" opened his right hand, as if to grab something.

After He finished announcing the crimes, He suddenly clenched His right hand.

With a series of cracking sounds, the followers of the "Mist of Uncertainty" from both the Southern and Northern Continent exploded, turning into clouds of blood mist.

This is not a power within the realm of "Judgement," but rather the control that the giver exerts over the Gifted within Gift System; it is the control that an "Evil God" exerts over its own followers!

The "Black Emperor" Roselle, whose faith in the "Mist of Uncertainty" has been temporarily Distortion, uses this opportunity to purge the Followers of this Evil God, wanting them to feel the wrath of the Deity and to wipe them all out.

A lone "Broker" may not be dangerous, but they can weave all the dangers together, making them the greatest danger!

"No!"

Despite its best efforts to resist, the Perle inside the White Fog exploded uncontrollably.

The face split into different parts such as a nose, eyes, mouth, and ears, which were scattered in various corners of the White Fog, giving the latter a distinct Blood-Colored.

But the Whirlpool Ritual has not stopped. The "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" and the miniature Crimson Moon are still approaching the target light spot, and their speed is even faster than before.

Silently, the followers of the "Mist of Uncertainty" who had exploded arrived here in the form of blood mist, crossing the void and merging into the Whirlpool of mist that Perle had transformed into. This made the "Shadow of the Goddess of Beauty" and the miniature Crimson Moon move faster and faster, and made the unfinished transaction continue to shine, as if there were other forces maintaining this Ritual.

One characteristic of the "Whirlpool" is that once the transaction begins, all Participant contribute a certain amount of power to maintain the Ritual until their own part of the transaction is completed.

Therefore, once the "Whirlpool" forms, the difficulty of destroying the Library will increase dramatically!

Roselle glanced at the White Fog connecting him to the Barrier, his expression of Pain growing more pronounced.

He whispered:

"Adam! Where are you?"

"The Mist of Uncertainty has already placed a heavy bet; if you don't reveal your hand soon, we're all doomed!"

Seeing that nothing Change, Roselle paused for a moment, then continued roaring:

"Adam! Are you really going to wait until the opportunity to devour the ' Eternal Blazing Sun ' comes?"

As soon as Roselle finished his growl, a calm yet gentle voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

"I am here."

Within Special Mirror World.

Vazan Sanson watched with anticipation and reverence as streaks of silver-white light, tinged with black, flew from the Gray-White Sheep that Lumian had transformed into, waiting for Lord Termiboros to be completely freed.

The rays of light intertwined somewhere ahead, quickly forming a figure.

The figure was slightly hunched over, dressed in a black classical Robe and a matching Pointed Soft Hat. He had a thin face, slightly curly black hair, a broad forehead, and pure black Eyes.

Lumian, who was about to activate the Residual Aura of the "Blood Emperor" in an attempt to break free from his Sheep state, was stunned after just one glance.

this...

Vazan Sanson and Harrison shuddered and froze.

The figure slowly straightened up, not even glancing at Vazan Sanson and Harrison, then turned to look at Lumian.

Without any warning, Lumian's Sheep fell off on its own, returning to a size that could only cover its head.

Lumian remained shocked and bewildered.

The figure casually took out a Monocle that looked like it was made of Crystal, put it into his right eye, and gave Lumian a slight smile.

You can call me Amon, or you can call me...

The figure's voice gradually grew louder and more layered, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious:

"Termiboros."