The angry roar caused the entire Abyss of Ferrying to tremble slightly, and the entire world of black fog seemed to sink along with it, thinning significantly as if being swallowed by a whale.
Confirming that the anomaly was not caused by their exposure, Aaron, wearing the "Star Crown," quietly conjured the "Sun Chaser Scepter" in his hand. This Grade 0 Sealed Artifact from the Sun Pathway was extremely effective against the Death Pathway.
Although he didn't know why Haiter suddenly called out Medici's name, Arrodes Eggers was definitely in his weakest state now and couldn't withstand an attack from the Red Angel's evil spirit.
Fortunately, this anomaly, which affected the entire Abyss of Ferrying, also allowed Aaron to pinpoint the "City of the Dead". His true vision pierced through the increasingly thin black fog, revealing the city with its distinct ancient Balam Empire characteristics.
The Styx, connecting life and Death, was completely ignited by ghostly flames. The enormous, inverted black mausoleum in the center of the city, embedded in the ground, was like a giant beast opening its mouth, frantically devouring the black fog and the endless undead trapped in Manuel, unable to enter the Underworld.
"Is that guy crazy…"
Bernadette, who had returned to human form, frowned and said indifferently, observing the almost self-destructive actions, but a simple spear stained with mottled blood appeared in her hand.
At this point, there was no need to worry about alerting the enemy. The Sage's prophecy of fate told Bernadette that if Haiter wasn't stopped soon, it could lead to a disaster.
Aaron, connected to the Nation of Disorder, immediately sensed an anomaly in the contingency he had placed on Azik, and his expression turned grave.
After confirming that the Red Angel was not here by severing Ince Zangwill's arm in Tingen City, Aaron sent a message to Alvin Gallows, who was on standby in the Harvest Plains of Eastern Balam.
There was no longer any need for restraint. He instructed this Ancient Bane to directly seal this Spirit World space. Aaron intended to achieve his goal in one fell swoop, wiping out all the Artificial Death Pathway Beyonders.
The sub-consciousness, seated on the throne in the magnificent palace within the Nation of Disorder, sighed as he watched the violently trembling dark gold star above the dome. He drew the Black Emperor card and the Justiciar card from a pile of sundries, sending them towards the star with surging power.
He could achieve consciousness communication through the Nation of Disorder's authority, and with a suitable medium, he could perform a weakened version of a divine descent ritual.
Although he was unsure why this unexpected event occurred despite his specific warning to Azik not to go to the Berserk Sea during this period, what was done was done. Now, the most important thing was how to maximize the benefits.
He needed to ensure that the Evernight Goddess could successfully obtain the Death Uniqueness and also digest the Balancer potion as much as possible through this opportunity.
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The bone-chilling coldness from his chest almost froze Klein's Spirit Body. The last things in his consciousness were Azik's somewhat distorted face, a devouring black vortex, and an indescribable illusory gasp.
After an unknown period, he slowly recovered, finding himself in a dark, cold mausoleum. Around him were open coffins, each containing a rotting corpse with white feathers growing from its back.
Azik's copper whistle on his chest was still bone-chillingly cold, but thanks to this item, Klein's aura was concealed, causing the undead creatures in the sarcophagi to overlook the unconscious Klein.
Cautiously getting up, Klein's gaze swept around, searching for Mr. Azik's figure, finally resting on the deepest part of the mausoleum.
The black fog lingering there no longer gasped, slowly dispersing, and the illusory entity coiled at the bottom gradually revealed itself.
It was a feathered serpent so massive it seemed capable of occupying an entire island!
It had huge, dark green scales that appeared black, with faint yellowish-oiled feathers growing from the gaps. From each feather, an illusory black thin tube extended.
This exaggerated feathered serpent was both illusory and real, its more specific shape difficult to describe, seemingly composed of something beyond human comprehension.
Pale flames burned in its eye sockets, and its face was a human face!
That face had bronze skin, soft features, and a tiny black mole below its right ear—it was clearly another Azik Eggers!
Upon seeing the feathered serpent coiled in the depths of the black fog, and the face at the top of its mountain-like body, Klein's expression instantly became blank. The next second, his eyes exploded, turning into bloody hollows.
In this intense pain, disjointed images flashed through Klein's mind:
The feathered serpent's face, identical to Azik's, even in minute details, coldly gazed at a desolate land covered by countless pale corpses.
A white feather stained with faint yellowish oil drifted down, cutting the transparent Spirit Body with Azik's face into two parts.
One part suddenly flew up, entering a black, turbulent world, while the remaining part merged with a golden ornament that appeared out of thin air, returning to flesh and blood amidst the scorching pale flames.
Such a scene was like having his Spirit Body struck by lightning. Klein, who had directly gazed upon a complete mythical creature form, could no longer endure the pain. Having just gotten up, he collapsed once again, kneeling on the steps.
"You're a Seer, not a reckless fool. If I weren't here, you'd probably have stared yourself to Death!"
A slightly helpless, teasing voice echoed in the depths of Klein's somewhat chaotic consciousness. A warm, even scorching, aura dispelled the soul-penetrating chill.
"Mr. Emperor?" Klein, returning from the brink of losing control, took a deep breath and instinctively turned his head towards the source of the voice, only to see darkness.
Recalling the pain he had just experienced, Klein had already guessed the fate of his eyes. His face twitched, one hand pressing his forehead, the other his chest.
Watching Klein's continuous attempts, Aaron, whose figure was somewhat illusory, sighed and threw the mummified "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell onto the ground, reminding him:
"This is a wound formed by divine corruption. A Magician's damage transfer has no effect on such injuries."
"After we leave here, you can use Rusco's Eye to devour that corrupted divinity. You are already a Marionettist. This guy should just be a pawn, but fortunately, his Spirit Body threads haven't completely dissipated, so you should be able to turn him into a Marionette."
Klein awkwardly lowered his arms and fumbled to touch the mummified corpse on the ground. In a few breaths, he transformed the dormant Ludwell into a Marionette.
Using the Marionette to regain his sight, Klein didn't even have time to see what his new Marionette was. The images from peering at the complete mythical creature form flashed through his mind, and he immediately looked anxiously at Aaron:
"Mr. Azik is part of the Numinous Episcopate's Artificial Death!"