Flames, some fiery red and some scorching white, ignited on Ince Zangwill's decaying body, but they were immediately swallowed by the uncontrollably expanding Underworld within him.
A ominous aura of calamity converged within the "Underworld," merging with distorted souls to solidify into a bizarre, black-iron throne.
Sauron Einhorn Medici, seated upon it, had the banner-like mark on his glabella growing increasingly crimson, and his decaying face became slightly gloomy, yet his words seemed to express a sense of self-satisfaction:
"The worst outcome is just merging with Him. I'm already three-in-one, so becoming four-in-one isn't a big deal. It won't be fundamentally different from how things are now anyway."
Amon adjusted his crystal monocle and, imitating Medici, let out a "tsk" sound:
"You've clearly gone even crazier after visiting Bansy, but I'm quite looking forward to that day."
"However, with your current state, let alone dealing with Cheek, you probably can't even suppress Sauron and Einhorn for long, can you?"
"As for the one in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, heh, He doesn't have time for you right now."
Ince Zangwill's expression was silent, but Medici's sneering laughter came from the Underworld Gate at his glabella:
"Little Crow, don't think I don't know what you're trying to do…"
The sneering laughter stopped abruptly as Amon leisurely turned halfway, a faint light seeming to flash in his right eye's monocle, and an ancient, mottled stone slab appeared in his hand at some unknown point.
It was precisely the second Blasphemy Slate, "stolen" from Adam during the God's War ruins, which originated from the Ancient Sun God's corpse after his fall!
Glancing at the suddenly silent Medici, Amon's lips curved upwards, and a massive, ancient, mottled phantom of a clock flashed and vanished.
He proactively created a bug, ensuring that this area would leave no trace externally for a period of time, and no form of prophecy or divination could peek into it.
Sauron Einhorn Medici, parasitic within Ince Zangwill's internal Underworld, did not stop Amon's actions, digesting the myriad of information that suddenly flooded his mind.
After a long while, He looked at Amon and chuckled in a low, inexplicable tone:
"I have to say, your plan is wonderful, but I still need to see more of your sincerity."
"I retract my previous assessment of you; your courage hasn't increased." Amon shook his head with a look of regret, and the Blasphemy Slate in his hand immediately vanished, transforming into a Worm of Time with twelve segments that drilled into the void beside him.
The "Red Angel" evil spirit did not care about Amon's sarcasm and responded casually:
"Then I shall await your good news at any time. I don't like carrying one of your Worms of Time with me. If you wish to contact me again, you may chant my honorific name then:
"The Great God of War; The Symbol of Iron and Blood; The Ruler of Chaos and Strife!"
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In Backlund, at Dr. Aaron Ceres's home, within the spacious bedroom, the figures of Aaron and "Mobet" appeared.
"Mobet" tilted his head slightly, looking at Aaron's wife lying on the soft bed in the bedroom, and Pallez's aged voice carried a hint of surprise:
"A Snake of Fate undergoing 'rebooting'! Is it the Speaker of the Life School of Thought?"
Aaron nodded, his gaze shifting to Will Auceptin, who was playing dead inside Aaron's wife's womb, and he said in a gentle tone:
"Mr. President…"
The next second, a gentle force emerged, enveloping Aaron and Mobet, and the surrounding environment changed accordingly. In the depths of that dark spire, Aaron once again saw Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk, seated in a black baby carriage.
Glaring at Aaron with a resentful look, Will Auceptin grumbled reluctantly:
"If I had known, I wouldn't have told you about that plan…"
His expression unchanged, Aaron directly gave his promise:
"There's only one chance to forcefully seize Trunsoest's Brass Book. I must do everything possible. If successful, I promise to help you accommodate the 'Die of Probability' in the future."
Will Auceptin, who was sucking his thumb, paused, then quickly picked up the conversation:
"It's a deal, you said it!"
After speaking, He no longer paid attention to Aaron, looking at Pallez, who was also scrutinizing him, and pouted:
"You can't precisely steal my 'childhood' and 'youth'; Amon would be closer to being able to."
"However, I'm still in the process of rebooting, and my Beyonder characteristics and symbolism are at their weakest. With your Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics, you might be able to complete the theft."
"Moreover, the time remaining until birth is very short. As long as one is willing to bear a certain risk, it's not impossible to complete the reboot early. With the luck I've accumulated, such a risk can be resolved."
"Steal?" Pallez looked around the desolate world surrounding the Black Tower and asked, somewhat uncertainly:
"Right here?"
Will Auceptin's chubby baby face immediately wrinkled, and he responded with great dissatisfaction:
"How could that be? Do you want to attract Amon and that stinky snake Ouroboros here too?"
"Of course, such a thing must be done at the Church of the Evernight. There's a guy in the underground of the Backlund diocese who can help us conceal the abnormalities of fate."
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Desi Bay, Port Eskerson, separated from Bansy Harbor by half of the Berserk Sea.
Klein, after changing his appearance, folded the many newspapers published during this time and threw them into a trash can, just like a normal traveler on a stroll.
"'King of the Five Seas' Nast, after severely defeating the Feysac fleet off the coast of Sonia Island, declared himself Grand Duke Solomon…"
"The Loen Midseashire Port has been blockaded by the Feysac fleet, and the two nations are in a negotiation deadlock…"
"The Death faith on the Southern Continent is experiencing a resurgence…"
Recalling some key information, Klein took a deep breath, always having a feeling that a storm was brewing.
Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Klein found a secluded corner and, with the help of the Sea God Scepter, manipulated a sea monster to take him away from Port Eskerson, heading towards the Black Tulip, which was anchored outside the safe shipping lane.
Along the way, Klein noticed that the Loen Kingdom's Desi Fleet was constantly patrolling the safe shipping lane, seemingly on guard against something.
"The abnormal changes in the Berserk Sea earlier seem to have also attracted the attention of the Loen military, but I wonder what reaction the Church of the Storm, which truly controls the Berserk Sea, will have?"
Klein sat cross-legged on the whale-shaped sea monster, gazing at the scene on the deep sea surface, using the Sea God Scepter's ability to conceal his aura, avoiding unnecessary trouble.
After the fleet above them left, Klein quickly manipulated the sea monster, moving away from the safe shipping lane, and relying on his perception of the marionette, he quickly found the Black Tulip.
Raising his hand to push away the milk that Frank offered, made from who knows what, Klein's expression turned serious. He explained in detail to his only two crew members the changes in the Sonia Sea last time, and especially emphasized the fact that he would be unable to send him to the Evernight Plains for a while.