The World of Disorder Is About to Undergo a Great Change!

[Hard Armor] was completely stunned, just like an ordinary person who had unexpectedly learned the truth about the world.

Sleep, revival, harmonization, engulfment, one world after another, time and time again...

So...

"Understood, [Crown] Lord."

[Hard Armor]'s gaze gradually hardened, one eye shining brighter while the other grew dimmer.

So what is there that I can do?

"Of course, that's precisely why I brought you here."

The elevator finally stopped. Based on the running time, this should be the highest point of the Crystal Cluster Palace.

[Crown], wearing [Hard Armor], walked towards the elevator platform, turned to him, and said earnestly:

Let us all pay our respects to 'the Lord'.

He led [Hard Armor] through a small door, and the sight that came into view shocked [Hard Armor].

This spacious room, located at the highest point of the Sand Capital, contained nothing but a mass of matter that was constantly expanding and contracting over time.

It was a pure radiance, from which all colors could be found, yet no single point could be identified as the source.

It exists between illusion and reality, sometimes transforming into pure stardust, and sometimes coalescing into an irregular, enormous crystal.

However, regardless of its state, it cannot exist stably and collapses immediately after its birth.

However, despite how bizarre it was, the moment [Hard Armor] saw it, he felt an overwhelming sense of reverence, and his body went limp the moment he realized he was looking directly at a god.

[Crown] was already stretching and curling up in front of it. [Hard Armor], whose memories had been awakened, quickly realized that this was imitating the etiquette it used when it still possessed a fully Crystal Cluster body.

He immediately joined in, repeating the process nine times in a row, and finally knelt before the mass of matter, devoutly reciting the string of names he remembered.

As soon as the recitation ended, [Hard Armor] immediately felt an invisible warmth surrounding him.

He bowed his head reverently, waiting for the warm comfort to end.

After bowing, [Hard Armor] slowly rose, looking at [Crown], awaiting the other's next command.

You may have already thought of that.

[Crown] spoke earnestly, while simultaneously making a movement that [Hard Armor] neither expected nor found entirely reasonable—

He raised his hands above his head and slowly but firmly grasped the crown of Crystal Clusters.

As he twisted slightly from side to side, [Hard Armor] "heard" the Psionic Energy link breaking and disintegrating little by little.

And so, under his gaze, [the Crown] removed the Crystal Cluster crown from its head.

Although this stripping made him seem incredibly weak instantly, the Crown, now without its Crown, still supported his body, and he held the Crystal Cluster crown in his hands with utmost respect.

"With the Holy Remains all gathered and no outsiders present, there could be no better time."

It is time to return Authority to the Lord.

[Crown] Holding a crown in one hand, he waved the other, and "Snake Tail," "Divine Wings," and "Giant Arms" all appeared from the void.

He released his grip on the Crown, which slowly rose like a hydrogen balloon, encircling him along with the other three Holy Remains, with only a single thread of Psionic Energy still connected to Crown.

He cannot completely remove the Holy Remains, otherwise everyone will die, but this also means that the [Crown] will suffer unimaginable pain afterward.

[Crown] reached out to [Hard Armor]:

"Will you do it yourself, or should I help you?"

"I can do it myself."

[Hard Armor]'s answer was direct and straightforward.

He withdrew all the power he had distributed and poured his remaining Psionic Energy into the robust armor covering his body.

Then, as if it were a simple matter of changing clothes, [Hard Armor] began to twist its body, severing the connection between itself and the Holy Remains with its own hands.

He instantly felt a pain that struck his very soul, a needle-like agony emanating from within, as if his bone marrow was attacking his bones.

Knowing his god was beside him, [Hard Armor] endured the pain without uttering a sound, and like peeling skin off his body, he removed [Hard Armor] intact and handed it to [Crown].

"Well done, now help me combine them."

[Crown] spreads out his hands, and all the Holy Remains float into the air, with one of them faintly at the center.

It is not a "Crown" symbolizing monarchical power or "divine Divine Wings" symbolizing divine power, but rather has that Snake Tail as its core.

Although the [Crown] did not merge with the Holy Remains, it continued to use its Psionic Energy to stimulate the Devouring Authority within the Holy Remains until it became activated to a certain extent and began to tear apart the other Holy Remains around it.

[Hard Armor] followed suit, injecting his remaining Psionic Energy. [Crown] was responsible for activating the Authority of the Holy Remains, while he was responsible for using Psionic Energy to restrain the other Holy Remains and make them obediently submit to their fate.

Finally, when the activation of the Holy Remains reached a certain peak, the "Snake Tail" exploded in an instant.

The discarded matter fell to the ground, while Authority and power transformed into illusory things, enveloping and rapidly dissolving the remaining Holy Remains.

[Crown] gestured with his eyes, and then together with [Hard Armor], threw the "muddy of Psionic Energy and Authority" into the huge cloud of stardust.

Even now, the [Crown] still maintains its connection with the Holy Remains.

As a giant wave of light surged from the stardust, [Crown] collapsed to the ground as if drained of all his energy. He only slowly awoke when the "meatball" completely dissolved into the stardust.

At this moment, the "master" beside them was shining brightly, but the two of them didn't even have the strength to raise their hands to cover their eyes. They just lay stiffly on the ground, staring at each other in silence.

Sensing the resurgence of some powerful force, [Hard Armor] looked at the noticeably weaker [Crown] and asked:

"It's over?"

No, there's one last thing.

[Hard Armor] struggled to his feet:

You tell me, I'll do it.

"No need."

[The Crown] waved his hand:

"The last thing is to merge with the Lord, become a part of Him, so that He may recover and know everything more quickly."

"I've made up my mind. If you don't want to, then leave."

Upon hearing this, [Hard Armor] instantly lost its strength and slammed into the ground once more.

He looked at the [Crown] and suddenly chuckled:

"Having crossed one universe and acquired two sets of memories, I no longer know who I really am."

"I can't permanently seal away another memory or suppress another personality."

"From here, we will traverse more universes, acquire more bodies, and absorb more memories."

"If this continues, I'll go completely insane sooner or later."

"That's it, that's it..."

The two, one lying down and one prone, gazed at each other, their bodies transforming into countless specks of light that dissipated and merged into the ever-growing sphere of light behind them.