"Attack!"
Upon hearing the chief's words, Derrick paused for a moment, then instinctively opened his arms.
During this process, his vision suddenly blurred, and a suppressed, extremely low sound escaped his throat.
A ball of light filled with holy flames descended from the sky, engulfing both the " Dark Angel " Sasrir and Colin Iliad.
Before the light exploded, Derrick pulled his arm back, conjuring a pure, blazing white " Spear of Unshadowed " in his palm.
With a crackling sound, the spear of light pierced through the holy flames and struck the Evil Spirit precisely in the head.
A brilliant, blinding light burst forth, completely engulfing the area. Even Klein was trying to rein in his madness, couldn't escape because of the close proximity. He couldn't help but close his eyes, his face Distortion, feeling as if countless " Worm of Spirit " were evaporating. He felt as if the still-unestablished connection between the " Blasphemy Slate " and the corrosive power of the " True Creator " was being Purification.
Where it seemed as if a the Sun was rising, the figure of the " Dark Angel " Sasrir vaguely appeared, Distortion and swaying in the blazing white light and holy flames, fading and dissolving.
Then, the shadows covering the walls, pillars, and floor tiles began to dissipate, revealing inch by inch of orange-red radiance.
This palace, hidden within the Giant King's residence and existing alongside the real world, finally lost its power to continue operating and could no longer isolate itself from external influences.
This also means that the special Evil Spirit that had lost contact with the " Chaos Sea " has truly been Purification.
Just as the Shadow Palace began to collapse but was not completely destroyed, an invisible force finally broke through the barrier and descended, causing the erosion that had gathered in Klein's body to become more active!
They bulged out from Klein's chest, turning into a mass of dark flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood immediately detached from Klein's body, severing all the invisible connections between them. It wriggled and grew rapidly, transforming into a giant shadowy hand that reached for the object by following the illusory "light" between itself and the first " Blasphemy Slate."
Meanwhile, in the dream world of " Ruins of the Gods' Battle ", in front of the projection of the Giant King's residence.
Wearing a pointed soft hat and a classic black robe, Amon sat on the tall gray-white railing, his back to the orange-red road that separated the sea of clouds, gazing leisurely at the gray-blue gate covered with golden nails, having waited for who knows how long.
Suddenly, He adjusted the monocle on His right eye, easily leaped off the railing, and arrived at the door of the Giant King's residence as projected.
"The power of the ' Chaos Sea ' is starting to fade, so we can use that bug to go straight in..." Amon muttered to himself with a smile, as he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the projection of the gate.
His figure immediately softened, lost its reality, and "flowed" into the doorway like light.
Backlund, somewhere on the battlefield.
With short, golden-brown hair and dark green eyes Crestet Cesimir knelt on one knee, supporting himself with a Pure White bone sword less than a meter long planted in front of him.
His body was riddled with charred holes and cracks that pierced through his flesh; his teeth had become sharp and protruding, like those of a beast.
The high-ranking " Nighthawks," whose consciousness was beginning to fade, struggled to shift his gaze from the weakened enemy not far away to the sky.
The orange-red Twilight had partially invaded the deep Evernight of night.
Crestet Cesimir struggled to draw his bone sword, to rise and fight, to fulfill the last duty of a Nightwatcher, but his arm trembled violently, and his breathing became weak.
In the Astral World, there lies a boundless, tranquil darkness overgrown with plants such as the Moon and night-blooming jasmine.
Suddenly, beams of orange-red light shone into this land, plunging parts of it back to Twilight, causing flowers and grasses to wither and die.
In the desolate Twilight, a colossal figure, as large as a mountain, emerged. Its limbs were abnormally long, and it wore tattered silver armor. Its face was obscured by a mask, with only a faint orange-red light visible.
He held an exaggeratedly long sword in his hand, letting the tip hang naturally, touching the dark "ground".
As the terrifying Giant moved forward step by step, its longsword dragged relentlessly through the darkness, splitting the ground and freezing the Twilight.
From the depths of darkness, an equally large figure Levitation, dragging a long, giant scythe.
She wore a long, layered but not elaborate black dress, adorned with countless sparkles, like stars embedded in the night sky.
Two arms grew from each of His sides and His waist, covered with short, dark hair.
Of His six hands, two held the heavy, black scythe, two held a crimson " The Moon," one was empty, and one clutched an ancient ornament that looked like it was made of gold.
The ornament was shaped like a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. Within its bronze eyes, layers of light shone, as if forming one illusory door after another.
The Giant was not surprised by this scene at all, and his steps forward quickened, gradually approaching the charge.
His longsword, dragged in the darkness and Twilight, rubbed against its surroundings, sparking glimmers of clear Dawn.
At this moment, the Moon and night-blooming jasmine on the other side suddenly enlarged and grew wildly, quickly becoming as dense as trees that had lived in a primeval forest for thousands of years, obscuring the "sky".
Among these trees, a figure entwined with dark green vines and adorned with various herbs and flowers stands out.
He was also as huge as a mountain, with a plump figure, flowing robes, and cradling an illusory infant.
As soon as the figure descended, it followed the Twilight Giant, half-floating and half-flying as it approached the humanoid Demonic Wolf dragging a giant black scythe.
Inside the palace where the shadows were gradually disintegrating, although the eroded parts detached themselves, relieving Klein of any worries about potential dangers, it was as if many of his living " Worm of Spirit " had been cut off. This caused him to involuntarily let out a low gasp. One after another, transparent, Distortion worms with mysterious patterns crawled out of his Distortion face, and his mind was like a lake with a boulder thrown in, unable to calm down for a while.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared in his bloodshot eyes, clouded with pain.
That was Amon, the " Angel of Time," wearing a monocle and a pointed soft hat.
Amon smiled at him, which startled him so much that he immediately wanted to change his mind and return to " Sefirah Castle ".
Although this was somewhat unfair to " The Sun " Derrick, Klein felt that having reached the " Sefirah Castle " and possessed Angel -level power, he actually had a chance to save the other party, since external influences could now be applied to this place.
But a moment later, the " Angel of Time " turned its gaze to the gray " Blasphemy Slate " and to the giant shadowy hand that was growing stronger as the " Land of Slumber " crumbled.
Amon immediately raised his right hand and adjusted his monocle in his right eye.
The monocle, made of polished crystal, suddenly became dark, as if it were a mixture of countless colors, difficult to describe precisely.
Before Amon, a phantom, terrifying, and slightly rippling deep "ocean" appeared.
This " Blasphemer " unleashed some kind of power, or rather, a cohesive force, that he had stolen from somewhere at some unknown time!
The " Blasphemy Slate " suddenly vibrated, emitting a buzzing sound, as if it had come to life.
It broke free from the remaining, fragile, illusory "light" between itself and the giant shadow hand, and hurled itself at Amon!
This sight made Klein, who had just barely recovered from the pain of fear, freeze in disbelief.
The first " Blasphemy Slate " didn't choose the " True Creator " path of the " The Hanged Man," but instead joined the " Angel of Time " path of the " Marauder "!
After a moment of stunned silence, Klein vaguely understood what had happened:
Amon's true form has wandered the Forsaken Land of the Gods for thousands of years, venturing into Chernobyl in search of history before the Second and even the First Ages. He must have lingered on the edge of the " Chaos Sea," conducting some dangerous research and " Stealing " something special. At this moment, he is merely using this special release to attract the " Blasphemy Slate."
In short, the Angel King has been preparing for this for a long time, but the " True Creator " cannot fully descend yet and must wait for the " Land of Slumber " of the " Dark Angel " to completely collapse.
The problem is, why did Amon Stealing the first " Blasphemy Slate "? He had no use for it... He couldn't access the pathways of " Spectator," "The One," " Tyrant," " The Sun," or " The Hanged Man "! Was it just for fun? When the gods and his brother were all vying for the " Blasphemy Slate," he suddenly intervened, stole it, and ran? But for him, wasn't catching me more important? While confused by Amon's motives, Klein quietly retreated, widening his eyes and trying to scrutinize the surface of the grayish-white tablet, hoping to memorize the Potion recipe he needed.
" Sequence 1: Attendant of Mysteries..." As soon as the corresponding words entered his eyes, Amon reached out his left hand and grabbed the " Blasphemy Slate." Then, he suddenly turned his body and placed his right hand on the gray-blue door, which was still covered by a few shadows.
The figure wearing a pointed soft hat and a classic black robe instantly blurred, passed directly through the door, and disappeared.
As the " Land of Slumber " continued to collapse, the shadowy giant hand formed by Klein's erosion rapidly expanded, eventually transforming into a black shadow that chased after Amon and burst out of the closed gate.
The next second, all the shadows vanished, and the orange-red light illuminated the palace where the Giant King had once lived.
Before the iron-black throne, on the steps illuminated by the Twilight, Colin Iliad's figure emerged.
He sat there quietly, dressed in tattered silver armor, revealing a face covered in old scars, like Warrior had just finished a final battle.
His two Dawn Straight Swords had been reduced to fragments, and his aura had vanished. However, Klein could sense that his will and spirit still lingered, unwilling to dissipate completely.
Derrick, who was below the steps, saw this scene, his eyes reddening, and he ran towards it frantically, stumbling along, unlike a Demigod.
He quickly crouched down beside Colin Iliad and whispered:
"Chief..."