The thin, hazy black mist continuously converged towards the deepest part of the Abyss of the Ferryman, and countless spirits and undead surged instinctively towards the dilapidated "City of the Dead".
The bone-chilling wind blew open his hood, and Dunn Smith met Aaron's gaze with a complex expression. His deep gray eyes held a hint of loss, but his voice was extremely firm as he whispered, "That's Klein!"
Aaron nodded noncommittally, looking at the City of the Dead below, which was filled with endless Undying creatures and had regained its "vitality." He chuckled and casually replied, "Aren't you also resurrected from the dead?"
"However, he is indeed different from you. After dealing with Ince Zangwill, you can return to the Church of the Evernight Goddess as a hero and take over the Archbishop's seat."
"As for him, he can't go back. Heh, that's true in every sense of the word."
Without much explanation, Aaron waved his hand to stop Dunn, who was about to ask more questions, and led him back to the deepest part of Manuel.
Amon sat cross-legged in front of the huge Door to the Underworld, using the portion of the Underworld authority granted by the Evernight Goddess to connect with the Underworld beyond the Door, drawing on Hiter's spiritual origin to repair and strengthen his soul.
Sensing Aaron's aura, Amon suddenly opened his eyes, directly ignoring Dunn beside Aaron:
"Even if they didn't know before, 0-08 and that evil spirit must now know about Klein's peculiarity. Your idea is too risky, not to mention that 'Blasphemer'…."
Aaron didn't mind Amon's questioning tone. He even nodded, acknowledging His statement, but then added:
"Constant evasion and tolerance will only cultivate delicate flowers. How can they face Amon?"
"The apocalypse is coming. Neither the chess players nor the chess pieces have much time left."
"Using himself as bait and letting him personally direct a grand play is also the optimal solution for his demigod ritual."
"As for your worries, well, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck will never lack luck!"
Amon immediately fell silent, either persuaded by Aaron or realizing that He was currently powerless to change Aaron's mind.
Pointing to Dunn, who was frowning and pondering behind him, Aaron smiled and introduced, "You should still remember this one. He was the captain of the Tingen City Beyonder team and died trying to save Klein."
"He has already completed half of the Undying's ritual. The rest is up to you. Once he advances to demigod, I will have him seek out Klein."
Amon's expression softened considerably. After a moment of contemplation, a pale light suddenly surged from within Him, instantly merging into the somewhat stunned Dunn. A gentle voice followed:
"Don't worry, this is just a Beyonder characteristic of an Undying. I cannot leave here to help Klein for now, so I can only do my best to help you advance."
Even though His angelic status and strength had not fully recovered due to soul damage, Amon, with His extremely high essence, did not need to expel Beyonder characteristics by having children.
Moreover, expelling the excess Beyonder characteristics would actually lighten His burden and accelerate the recovery process.
After entrusting Dunn to Amon, Aaron glanced at the closed Door to the Underworld, seemingly meeting the gaze of an existence behind the Door.
The next second, Aaron's expression subtly changed. A dense dark-golden mist surged from the depths of his pupils, and he instinctively looked up, directly gazing at the Astral World constructed by various authorities.
This minor divine war had ended!
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Sonia Sea, a small island outside the Gargas Archipelago.
Unlike Nas, the "City of White" and capital of the Gargas Archipelago, this place was at the very edge of the safe shipping lanes, extremely close to the almost illusory dangerous sea in the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea. Even the bravest whaling ships would not venture here rashly.
And at this moment, a huge sailing ship was docked on the eastern side of this secluded, isolated island. The fluttering flag depicted ten white stars of the same size, and these stars encircled a cold, lashless eye.
The flagship of the Stars Pirate Crew, the "Future"!
The dim sunset streamed through the window into the captain's cabin. Admiral of the Stars Cattleya sat cross-legged, the different symbolic patterns and magical markings on her black classical robe shimmering with faint light.
Cattleya's black hair was simply draped, and her purple eyes were drawn inward, seemingly transforming into an Abyss that could devour souls. Her inherent mysterious aura became even more pronounced, and before her lay a drop of silver blood sealed in a transparent crystal.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, and Cattleya's body trembled slightly. She suddenly closed her eyes, almost collapsing.
After a long while, Cattleya, whose spirituality was almost exhausted, stood up somewhat weakly. She grabbed the transparent crystal that was quietly suspended in mid-air, and unconcealed joy gleamed in the depths of her eyes.
Advancing to Sequence 4 Mysticologist required fully analyzing a drop of mythical creature blood to obtain complex and vast knowledge from it, and this would be a lengthy process.
Ever since receiving Queen Mystic's bestowal and obtaining this drop of a Fate Pathway angel's blood, Cattleya had been continuously using her "Eyes of Mystery Prying" to analyze the blood of the Serpent of Fate.
Now she was confident that she could complete the advancement ritual in at most half a month, or even just a week.
Taking a deep breath to calm her somewhat excited mood, Cattleya, feeling good, put away the mythical creature's blood again and casually undid the Wall of Spirituality of the captain's cabin.
"Frank! Stop right there, I'm going to skin you alive!"
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With the dissipation of the Wall of Spirituality, noisy quarreling instantly replaced the original quietness of the captain's cabin, and an indescribable stench wafted from the deck.
Cattleya's face twitched several times. Her brain, already stinging from spiritual exhaustion, immediately felt waves of dizziness.
Forcibly enduring her physical discomfort, she quickly left the captain's cabin and immediately saw Frank being chased all over by the Quartermaster Nina. The source of the stench permeating the Future was the opened wolf fish can in Frank's hand.
Her fists involuntarily clenched. Cattleya took a deep breath, just about to scold Frank, but was choked by the pungent smell again, almost making her lose control.
Fortunately, the sharp-eyed Frank noticed Cattleya's grim expression. He scratched his head and laughed heartily, "Captain, you're out of seclusion! Perfect, do you want to try my newly researched Beyonder wolf fish can? This thing can…."
His hearty laughter abruptly stopped. The burly Frank, who looked like a giant bear, had disappeared from his spot. The expressionless Cattleya appeared on the deck, slowly lowering her raised leg. The crew members around, who had been pinching their noses and watching the show, immediately quieted down.