Amon, a smile playing on his lips, indifferently averted his gaze. He didn't even care for the old Zaratul from the Fourth Epoch, let alone this little Zaratul.
A faint ray of obscure light, vaguely revealing a Worm of Time enveloped within, flew out from the thin mist.
Tracy, who had just escaped her impending loss of control, suddenly felt a pang of trepidation, but the next moment, a smile appeared on her face as she calmly retrieved a monocle from the void.
Casually putting it on his right eye, Amon, who had deeply parasitized Tracy, snapped his fingers, and some memories hidden deep within the mind of this Demoness of Despair began to surface.
"So that's how it is..."
A charming smile appeared on "Tracy's" face, and surging black flames suddenly erupted from her body, followed by the emergence of a palm-sized statue.
The statue's face was blurry, but it was vaguely discernible as a beautiful woman, with distinct strands of hair extending like venomous snakes all the way down to her ankles.
And at the tip of each strand of hair, an eye was carved, densely packed, constantly inciting the evil desires deep within people's hearts.
It was precisely the statue of the Primordial Demoness!
And in the center of the statue's forehead, a dull, dark fragment was embedded, as if it had been eroded by time. It looked like the corner of a complete mirror, with mysterious and somewhat sinister patterns on its surface.
A faint glow flashed from the monocle on her right eye. "Tracy" raised her right hand and forcefully plunged it into her chest. Heart blood, tinged with black flames, splattered onto the statue's forehead, accompanied by a bard-like prayer:
"—The source of all disasters, the symbol of Apocalypse and destruction, the Demoness who controls chaos...."
The previously blurry facial features of the statue gradually became clear, and the dull mirror fragment transformed into a dark, illusory, and somewhat unreal passage.
Invisible black threads spread out, forming a complex and abstract "spiderweb," weaving together a deep and bizarre "mirror world."
The increasingly demonic "Tracy" clicked her tongue, glanced at the Amon not far away, and muttered as she stepped into the mirror world:
"This is so unfair, why is it me again?"
"Such a dangerous thing should be put to a vote among all Amons to choose a scapegoat...."
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Backlund, St. Samuel Church, behind Chanis Gate, in the profound Darkness, silver candles carved with patterns burned quietly, their eerie blue flames flickering with deathly stillness.
Aaron, visiting for the second time, didn't need Archbishop Anthony to lead him. He skillfully walked along the stone steps to the second floor.
The fragment of the Night Emperor's divine kingdom, which originally served as the core seal behind Chanis Gate, had already been taken by Aaron, causing the black threads that previously filled the entire area behind Chanis Gate to sharply decrease. However, with 0-17 stationed there, there was indeed no need for an additional sealing core.
Withdrawing his gaze from his surroundings, Aaron quickened his pace and soon arrived at a room with a half-open stone door. An empty bookshelf made of white bones came into view, upon which lay an ancient notebook with a hard, black cover.
It was precisely the Antigonus family notebook!
However, unlike the other quiet Sealed Artifacts on the second floor, this notebook, which already possessed a certain living characteristic, was extremely restless at this moment, fiercely resisting the sealing power that bound it.
As its pages turned, numerous hidden symbols intertwined and converged, collectively forming a dim, dark, abstract sketch.
"Why is this notebook acting so crazy?" Aaron subtly frowned, stopping Anthony, who was about to directly suppress and seal it. He stared at the increasingly realistic image, trying to decipher something from it.
But the next second, the images formed by the hidden symbols suddenly vanished, and the rustling sound of pages turning abruptly ceased.
Picking up the notebook, which had suddenly played dead and now looked unremarkable except for its age, Aaron, sensing something, looked towards the entrance leading to the third floor.
A figure wearing a hood and a classical robe stood there, her face beautiful yet expressionless, her black eyes profound yet lacking spirit!
0-17 nodded slightly towards Archbishop Anthony, who was bowing respectfully. A flicker of excitement crossed the Horror Bishop's placid face. After a low word of praise, he merged into the Darkness and voluntarily left the area behind Chanis Gate.
The entire underground area instantly fell into deathly silence. Aaron put away the Antigonus family notebook in his hand, sensing 0-17's state, and carefully asked:
"You still haven't tried to accommodate the Death Uniqueness?"
0-17 tilted her head slightly, and her clear, cold voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out:
"It's merely simple control, not accommodation. This won't take too much time."
"Is she already putting on a show for the God of Combat?" Aaron nodded thoughtfully, then cleared his throat and explained his idea of establishing the Balam Kingdom in the Southern Continent using the remaining Death faith and the Numinous Episcopate.
To some extent, the current Numinous Episcopate could actually be considered a subordinate of the Church of Evernight. Even though Aaron had a good reason for poaching them back then, he also took this opportunity to gauge the Goddess's thoughts on the matter.
The hidden angel's expression remained unchanged, and her voice responded calmly:
"No matter. But if any believers convert, you must not stop them!"
Aaron's expression relaxed slightly, and he immediately agreed to this request, which could barely be called a condition.
After all, even though the forces he currently controlled were no less than any of the Orthodox Churches, and even surpassed them in terms of the number of Angels that could be deployed.
But as the surprise he had prepared for George III, most of their identities were temporarily not to be revealed.
And before that, the Balam Kingdom, which integrated the indigenous people of the southern end of East Balam, would be an excellent leverage point.
At a necessary moment, the Eastern Tarc Colonial Zone, which had secretly controlled half of the Paz River Valley, combined with the Church of Evernight, which controlled the Harvest Grassland in central East Balam, and the Balam Kingdom at the southern end of the Haagenti Grassland, could almost change the allegiance of the entire East Balam overnight.
Except for the Star Plateau in West Balam and the Intis colonial zone, and the only remaining Feysac colonial zone in East Balam, east of the Ancient Forest, the Trunsoest Empire could almost be rebuilt in the Southern Continent immediately.
Taking a deep breath, Aaron suppressed the blueprint he had conceived in his mind, and only then did he have the leisure to care about a certain hidden fetus.
"If Will Auceptin's premature birth takes too long, I'll have to hypnotize Dr. Aaron. But if luck is bad and the traces of hypnosis are discovered by the Psychology Alchemists...."
"Hmm, or even more deviously, just find a Faceless to impersonate Aaron's wife....."
While still deep in thought, Aaron suddenly saw 0-17's lips seem to curve slightly. Dense Darkness, like a tide, surged from all directions, forming a vortex that "spat" out three figures.