"Ah ha~ Using Eternity milk tea to upgrade a Lord Ravager, and I had no idea. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she learns the truth… Hehe, it'll be hilarious!"
The Fool's mask flew circles around Adrian. HE was in an especially good mood today.
"Sigh~ What a pitiful Elation Aeon. No saving THEM." Adrian shook his head and sighed. One by one, HIS colleagues were insane. HE couldn't see a future for the universe…
Never mind the fallen Aeons. Destruction's Nanook rampaged with the Antimatter Legion, disrupting cosmic ecology. Preservation did nothing but build walls.
At times like this… the Church of Eternity had to step up, maintaining universal order in place of the deceased Order, Ena.
Fair's fair—no faction was kinder than the Church of Eternity.
Not mentioning the selfless Eternity's Ite, HIS followers were virtuous cosmic citizens: no troublemakers, no cowards.
The most famous traits? Devotion and enthusiasm… oh, and admirable courage.
A qualified, devout follower of Eternity strictly adhered to the Doctrines of Eternity, penned by Priestess Freesna.
The church's tenets permitted everything. All activities centered on living in the moment and proselytizing the Aeon Ite…
Well, with exceptions.
When hunger struck or wallets ran dry, grabbing a feast at the IPC cafeteria was fine. On this, Lady Freesna recommended all followers learn from her.
Why no fear? Because the Aeon Eternity forgave all!
Traveling abroad, protect yourself—and if you spot a lone interstellar traveler, be they mech or super-alloy concrete… remember one thing!
Chat boldly. Follow Pontiff Blake's teachings: always preach Eternity to strangers.
Or… unbeknownst to them, volunteer as their bodyguard, escorting them safely from the shadows!
No doubts—these acts were Ite's divine oracles, lest Destruction thugs corrupt them!
HE once said: Pursue it, even a fleeting light…
If you encounter nauseating, rage-inducing Legion rats, as Ite's followers, greet them warmly.
Most times… followers chose fists. Like the church's exclusive beating therapy—zero bad reviews.
For Destruction believers… no physical solutions. Grab a rock, carve artistic filigree on their window glass.
No doubts—it ensured good ventilation, preventing hypoxia or anomalies.
"Ah ha~ Cosmic Fun Story Time!"
Adrian conjured a pointer, trying to prod the Fool's mask.
"Let's guess: which is bigger, Eternity or Destruction?"
"Haha! Destruction, obviously!"
Adrian: ?
"You got tricked~ Sigh~ Everyone knows this, no need for explanation…" The mask's tone dripped minor disappointment.
As everyone knew, Aeons emerged at different times… Eternity's Ite, senior to Destruction's Nanook. When Nanook's followers visited the church, priests could be extra friendly.
To prevent acclimation issues or heatstroke, in Ite's name, toss a mimic black hole into their room—problem solved!
No vacation vibe? Easy. Church HQ on Carwash Star, aka Spa and Soap Capital. Cool with spa water? Too traditional! Not for them.
Summer fun… besides spas? Church specialty soap!
Borrow one from Pontiff Blake, gift it to Nanook's followers. Let them feel Eternity's unique art.
Finally, early-to-bed, early-to-rise Ite followers gathered daily in the sanctum with Pontiff Blake to chant the Eight Great Virtues of the Eternal Aeon, starting a wonderful day!
Board the Astral Train to Legion-occupied planets, gently awaken the Antimatter Legion's slumbering hearts with hymns!
Yes! No guilt—because…
Eternity forgave all! Faith in Ite meant full support for everything.
...
"The universe ends in Destruction. Abundance and The Hunt are no exception…" Phantylia fanned herself lightly, full of disdain.
"Xianzhou general, can your puny power survive this catastrophe?"
"Dan Heng, now!"
Jing Yuan distracted Phantylia. Stelle and March 7th took turns attacking, Welt assisting.
"Think you've won, Phantylia?" Dan Heng leaped, unleashing his cloudhymn spear with a roaring surge.
"Oh? The undying dragonkin?" Phantylia was mildly surprised—she hadn't noticed when Dan Heng and Welt closed in.
"Finally fulfilling your duty to guard the Ambrosial Arbor?"
"Phantylia, you see us as ants… yet trading blows evenly with ants? You're the first among Lord Ravagers."
Win or not, Jing Yuan wouldn't lose verbally—this was max-level taunt.
"Want to meet the others? Afraid… you won't get the chance!"
Prideful Phantylia raged, hitting phase three: body turning reddish-yellow, space heating up.
"Hahahaha~ No matter. An ant's death throes are tragically beautiful… Next act, I'll turn you into void rangers." Phantylia decided.
"Let Destruction erode your flesh, forge you into Lord Nanook's pawns!"
"Time… to end this!"
Phantylia stopped toying, thinking she'd gone all out?
"Hmm~ Start with the arrogant Xianzhou general…!"
She seized Jing Yuan, binding his limbs with Ambrosial Arbor branches again.
"Wonder if turning the general into a void ranger… would spark another Luofu uprising?"
"This Destruction is more fun…"
Phantylia poured all her imaginary energy in. Jing Yuan feigned full resistance, signaling Stelle and the others.
"Everyone! Now…"
Suddenly, powerful BGM blasted through the blessed land:
A new storm has appeared~ How can we stand still~
Transcending time and space~ With all our might~
I'll reach your side~
"This melody… Pontiff Blake!"
"Oh my! Blake's flying in with a speaker!"
Two figures descended. Leading was Blake, hugging a thick ancient tome.
"Pitiful pawn of Destruction…"
Now, the battle officially entered phase two!