Publicly displaying extraordinary powers and killing a "Black Blade" positioned at the center of the stage should have been an extremely vile incident, yet it failed to draw any attention at all.
At this moment, all Beyonders simultaneously turned their heads to look toward the direction of the hotel's attached exhibition hall, because angel-level power was being unleashed there without restraint.
As for ordinary people, although they were somewhat surprised that the impassioned speaker had suddenly "gone silent," in such a brief instant, they simply could not react to what had happened.
But immediately afterward, a deafening boom resounded as a pillar of flame descended from the sky, piercing straight through from the "castle's" roof down to the first-floor hall. Not only did it punch a hole clean through this seven-story-tall hotel, it also caused half of the main structure to begin collapsing.
And this was merely the aftershock of the battle between the Sauron family's final angel and the "Red Angel" evil spirit that had come here for unknown reasons.
The crowd of Beyonders and ordinary people in the hall instinctively moved to look outside through the breach.
But at that moment, Ebner had already switched back to his main body and acted again, carving out a hidden space within the hotel, trapping the majority of the guests and the teams of mid- and low-sequence Beyonders inside it.
Of course, calling it "trapping" would be less accurate than calling it "protection."
Next, he turned his gaze toward the two "big shots" who had come specifically to attend the "Twilight Day Celebration":
The "Duke of Graycastle," father of Nasali, the student of the "Greed" lady—Lord Wimbledon Einhorn;
And the newly appointed Archbishop of the Church of the God of Combat, of mysterious origin—Lord Ivan Andronikos.
Wimbledon had a head of distinctive red hair and a handsome face, looking much younger than his actual age, though his build was somewhat slender—especially when standing next to Archbishop Ivan, who was two meters thirty tall and powerfully built, making Wimbledon appear downright "frail."
They should have been the maintainers of order at the "Twilight Day Celebration," yet neither of them spared Ebner more than a glance. Instead, each employed their own methods and prepared to rush toward the attached exhibition hall.
However, their movements immediately came to a halt, because at some point Ebner had already appeared in front of them, smiling as he said, "This path is blocked!"
At the same time, the power of "Order" instantly transformed the now-empty hall, allowing the two half-god powerhouses to immediately understand that unless they defeated the unfamiliar powerhouse before them, they would be unable to leave the hall by even a single step… this was a "rule" established by authority!
After taking over the "Ghost Empire," although he had not yet fully mastered that battleship-like construct resembling a spaceship, as a "Seer," it was still possible to pry some power out of its "Hand of Order" to reshape the environment.
For Ebner, who frequently pried into the powers of the "All-Knowing Eye" and the "Pure White Angel," this was already second nature.
Wimbledon and Ivan exchanged a glance, both realizing that the strange Saint before them possessed bizarre methods and that defeating him in a short time was simply impossible. Once time was wasted, everything would lose its meaning.
Thus, the two of them tacitly each took out an item and softly chanted in the Giant language, "This is the choice of the era!"
In an instant, two powerful auras descended across space.
From Wimbledon Einhorn, black smoke billowed outward from within, as if emerging from his very soul, quickly condensing into a "demon" with bat wings on its back and horns on its head.
This "demon" looked different from others of its kind—its appearance was quite in line with human aesthetics, with a playful smile hanging at the corners of its mouth.
Although Ebner had never directly met this "demon," he had long seen its appearance through "retrospection" and other means… It was precisely Roselle's adopted son, the mastermind behind the "Trier Abyss Descent Incident," Yaldabaoth!
On the other side, the giant formed from the orange-yellow light emerging from Archbishop Ivan was also familiar to Ebner—it was Boris Vasika, the chief inquisitor of the Church of the God of Combat's Tribunal, the "Glorybearer," whom Ebner had once fought in Groselle's Travels.
So it really is you two… Seeing this, Ebner nodded.
These two were both members of the "Twilight Hermit Order." At the critical moment of the struggle over "0-08," the arrival of a duke connected to a demon family and an archbishop suspected of coming from the Tribunal at Indore Port was itself highly unusual. Ebner had long guessed that they would step in to assist Adam at the crucial moment.
And since I guessed you would come, how could I possibly not have made preparations? Ebner smiled faintly. Immediately afterward, the historical projections of "the Sage" Bernadette and the "Black Saintess" Medea emerged.
Because the "Floating City" was still in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, still under the watchful eye of the "True Creator," in this round Ebner could only openly side with the "True Creator." Thus, he chose to block Yaldabaoth and Boris.
Moreover, this way, on the surface, I haven't directly clashed with Adam, and intercepting Boris can even be explained as a personal grudge.
"Besides, the 'True Creator' really isn't a stingy god—the 'payment' given is quite substantial!" As his thoughts turned, Ebner let out a self-mocking smile. "Although this is most likely all 'arranged' by Adam himself, and after seeing through His methods, I had no choice but to cooperate…
"The 'True Creator' really isn't good at scheming! At least compared to Adam, He's not…"
...
While the phantoms of Bernadette and Medea clashed with the descending powers of Boris and Yaldabaoth, the sky above Indore Port had somehow already become densely covered with dark clouds. Countless bolts of lightning illuminated the heavens like daylight, accompanied by delayed thunder.
Yet the sunset, which should have long since disappeared, stubbornly hung on the horizon. The afterglow of "Twilight" spread across the city's roads, reflecting off the lightning in the sky.
At this time, a thick black cloud—so dense it seemed almost solid under the orange-red glow—drifted above the Pitt Hotel. Its aura was terrifying, as if it were brewing some dreadful power.
Yet that power seemed as though time itself had been frozen, refusing to descend no matter how long it lingered.
Glancing at the "spectacle" in the sky through the breach smashed open by the Sauron family's angel, Ince Zangwill finally came back to his senses.
Taking advantage of the moment when the heavy curtain suddenly drawn behind the "Angel of Fate" obscured Adam, he decisively caused the various colors around him to intensify and overlap.
Just as this "Nighthawk" was about to enter the Spirit World, he suddenly saw that the chivalrous thief, the "Black Emperor," who had fallen here together with the "Angel of Fate" through the "door," abruptly took out a "crystal" and pointed it at him.
In the next instant, emerald-green light erupted, striking Ince Zangwill, who was holding the feather pen.
"Misfortune… this is misfortune!" Ince Zangwill made his judgment instantly.
Because he had once experienced this same feeling in Backlund—when he had nearly been killed by Azik Eggers!
"So it was you who cursed me last time!"
(The end of this chapter)