The reason I'm only realizing this now is because my previous thoughts were directly stolen?
Will he tell Leonard?
Klein's heart rate involuntarily quickened a bit.
He slightly turned his head to look at Leonard, whose body was controlled by that Marauder Pathway Angel.
As everyone's thoughts drifted, Snowman had basically recovered to his previous appearance, though his brown hair had turned a bit gray, and he had more wrinkles on his face.
"You have twenty years of lifespan left, and even if you advance to a demigod later, it won't increase, unless you become an Angel."
Pallez's aged voice came from Leonard's mouth.
Then he reached forward, making a grabbing and pulling motion, and a picture frame about half a meter in size was taken out by him.
The back of the picture frame was facing up, showing nothing special.
"Do not face the front of this picture frame towards anyone, nor towards yourself."
"When using it, infuse it with spirituality, point the front of the picture frame at a living creature for more than half a minute, and it will take effect."
Pallez simply explained a few words and then fell silent.
Leonard seemed to suddenly wake up, looking around, and after noticing the dark picture frame in Snowman's hand, he subconsciously moved away from that direction.
Southern Continent, West Balam, near Paz River Valley.
Leyton and Snowman's figures quickly outlined themselves in a house with a dim yellow firelight.
Before this, he had already sent Klein, Audrey, and Fors back to their respective residences.
This was a study.
Across from the desk, Sasrir, dressed in a magnificent dark robe, looked up at Leyton and Snowman.
His gaze lingered more on Snowman, and on the picture frame in his hand.
After a brief silence, Sasrir sighed, slightly raised his right hand, and pulled out a layer of illusory shadow curtain, covering the picture frame in Snowman's hand.
"This is something Amon left behind.
Try not to use it; he might notice it, and its negative effects are also very strong."
"You can stay by my side for now.
It's already the Fifth Epoch; you'll probably need a lot of time to adapt."
Sasrir said in a calm voice, retracting his gaze from Snowman, as if he had anticipated everything.
"Yes, Your Excellency Dark Angel!"
Snowman's words carried a sense of sacredness, like a pilgrimage.
Leyton slightly tilted his head, watching Snowman's reaction, and couldn't help but ponder.
It seems Sasrir, this "Viceroy of Heaven," held a very special position in the past, because he could directly represent the will of the Ancient Sun God?
Snowman, with a sense of solemnity and seriousness, walked behind Sasrir, quietly standing by, his head bowed, seemingly starting to pray again.
Sasrir's gaze fell on the map of the Southern Continent opposite him, which occupied half a wall, and he said in a calm voice, showing no emotion:
"Where do you plan to start, to intervene in the conflict of the Southern Continent?"
Leyton turned to look at the map behind him, his gaze wandering, then he took two steps forward and pointed casually to the Paz River Valley area, saying:
"Paz River Valley.
This is a high-quality coffee bean production area, relatively wealthier than other regions, and has a mature economic system.
It is currently contested by Intis and Loen, but the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom has also intervened in this conflict."
Sasrir pondered and sighed, then paused, and continued:
"This will inevitably attract the Followers of the Storm and Sun.
The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is not strong enough to directly contend with so many forces, and they may not be willing to participate.
Gods and the Churches of Gods are not entirely equivalent."
"I will have Leomaster help you connect with the local forces of West Balam.
You can choose to help them reclaim their land, or provide some necessary assistance.
This is the most reasonable way to intervene."
"Leomaster?"
Leyton asked in confusion.
He had some impression of this name; it seemed to be a Saint of the Aurora Order trapped in the War of the Gods ruins.
"He is the Saint of Darkness, and also the person in charge of the Aurora Order's missionary work in West Balam."
Sasrir gently nodded and explained.
As he spoke, he gently tapped the desk with his right hand, making a dull thudding sound.
A moment later, a thick layer of shadow surged from the corners and crevices of the room, quickly gathering into a mass, rising like water, wriggling and twisting in mid-air to solidify into a human figure.
It was a man with a weather-beaten face.
His wrinkles on his forehead, eye corners, and around his mouth were quite deep, but his hair was dark and shiny, without a single silver strand, and there was a hint of madness in his deep brown eyes.
"Your Excellency!"
As soon as Leomaster's figure solidified, he turned sideways and bowed to Sasrir.
"You two communicate.
I'll go deal with the issue of those Followers of the Primordial Moon."
Sasrir gently nodded, and after a brief exchange, his figure suddenly turned into a patch of darkness, carrying Snowman behind him, and left the room.
Leyton turned his head to look at the Saint of Darkness in front of him, and asked in confusion:
"Followers of the Primordial Moon?"
Leomaster sighed and nodded, a hint of weariness appearing in his madness-filled eyes.
He walked towards the window as he spoke:
"Recently, a lunatic claiming to be a dependent of the Great Mother has appeared in West Balam.
He should be a Classical Alchemist, and he holds great hostility towards all foreign forces in the Southern Continent."
"Besides his Beyonder strength, his most terrifying aspect is the corruption from the Primordial Moon.
He can actively transmit this corruption to surrounding things, whether living or dead."
"This corruption is extremely high-level.
If ordinary Beyonders are corrupted, they either lose control and become Monsters that only know how to reproduce, or they directly Fall into the clutches of an evil god.
Only Your Excellency Dark Angel can cleanse it."
Dependent of the Great Mother?
Has the Mother Goddess of Depravity's erosion of this world reached this point?
As thoughts flickered, Leyton's spirituality was suddenly touched.
His eyes instantly became extremely deep, losing focus, a vast expanse, like the sea before a storm.
A blurry image emerged in his mind.
It was a Tarot card, depicting a plump woman with bared breasts, leaning against a thick tree trunk, holding a baby in her arms.
There were many small animals around, a scene full of vitality.
This woman had long, slightly curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and facial features somewhat similar to Bernadette, with a faint smile on her lips, like a loving Mother watching her child.
In the upper left corner of this card was written a line of words: "Sequence 0: Mother"!
Leyton suddenly came back to his senses, a tingling sensation assaulting his head, making it difficult for him to even recall the content of the Card of Blasphemy he had just seen.
Something's wrong.
This is my spiritual intuition warning me not to recall that Mother card!
"What's wrong?"
Leomaster looked at Leyton somewhat puzzled, asking in a questioning voice.
Leyton took a moment to recover, then gently shook his head and said:
"Nothing, my spirituality was suddenly touched, allowing me to foresee some images."
"I probably know what's going on with that dependent of the Great Mother."
"Oh?"
Leomaster looked at Leyton with great interest, waiting for him to continue.
"A Card of Blasphemy, a corrupted Card of Blasphemy.
I will discuss this matter with the people from the Church of the Earth Mother.
They are the most anxious party when it comes to polluting items of their own Pathway."
Leomaster nodded noncommittally, then began to explain the current situation in West Balam to Leyton.