"attack!"

Hearing the chief's words, Derrick was stunned for a moment, then instinctively opened his arms.

During this process, his vision suddenly blurred and a very suppressed and low sound came from his throat.

A ball of light filled with sacred flames descended from the sky, engulfing the "Dark Angel" Sasriel and Colin Iliad at the same time.

Before the light exploded, Derrick pulled his arm back and formed a pure white "Spear of No Darkness" in his palm.

With a crackling sound, the spear of light pierced through the sacred flames and accurately hit the evil spirit's head.

A brilliant, blinding light suddenly burst out, completely covering the area. Even Klein, who was trying to gather his crazy thoughts, was too close to avoid it. He couldn't help but close his eyes and twist his face. He felt that one "Spirit Worm" after another was evaporating, and that the connection between the "Profaned Slate" and the corrosive power of the "True Creator" that had not yet been fully established had been purified a lot.

There seemed to be a place where the sun was rising. The figure of the "Dark Angel" Sasriel vaguely emerged, twisting and swaying in the blazing white light and sacred flames, fading and melting.

Then, the shadows covering the walls, stone pillars and floor tiles began to disintegrate, revealing inch by inch of orange-red light.

This palace, hidden in the Giant King's residence and coexisting with the real world, finally lost the power to continue to sustain itself and could no longer isolate itself from outside influences.

This also means that the special evil spirit that lost contact with the "Chaos Sea" has truly been purified.

Just when the Shadow Palace began to collapse but had not yet completely disintegrated, the invisible force finally penetrated the barrier and descended a little, causing the activation level of the eroded parts gathered together in Klein's body to suddenly increase!

They protruded from Klein's chest and turned into a mass of dark flesh.

This piece of flesh and blood immediately separated from Klein's body, severing all invisible connections between him and him. It quickly squirmed and grew, turning into a giant shadow hand, following the illusory "light" between itself and the first "blasphemous slate" to grab the object.

At the same time, in the dream world of "God War Ruins", in front of the projection of the Giant King's residence.

Amon, wearing a pointed hat and a classical black robe, sat on the tall gray-white railing, with his back to the orange-red road that separated the sea of ​​clouds. He looked leisurely at the gray-blue gate covered with golden nails, not knowing how long he had been waiting.

Suddenly, he adjusted the monocle on his right eye, easily jumped off the railing, and came to the door of the projection of the Giant King's residence.

"The power of the 'Chaos Sea' has begun to fade. We can use that bug to go in directly..." Amon said to himself with a smile, while stretching out his right hand and pressing on the projection of the gate.

His figure then softened and lost its reality, and light "flowed" into the door.

…………

Backlund, somewhere on the battlefield.

Creste Cecima, who had short golden brown hair and dark green eyes, knelt on one knee on the ground, holding a pure white bone sword less than one meter long in front of him to support himself.

There were holes with charred edges and cracks running through his body. His teeth had protruded and become sharp, like those of an animal.

The senior deacon of the Nighthawks, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, struggled to shift his gaze away from the weakened enemy not far away and looked up at the sky.

The orange dusk has partially invaded the deep night.

Creste Sesima tried hard to draw out the bone sword, stand up and fight, and fulfill his last duty as a night watchman, but his arms were shaking violently and his breathing had become weak.

In the astral realm, there is an endless expanse of quiet darkness filled with plants such as moon flowers and night-blooming herbs.

Suddenly, orange rays of light shone into the country, turning parts of the country back to dusk and causing the flowers and grass to wither and die.

In the lonely dusk, a huge figure as big as a mountain walked out. He had abnormally long limbs and wore a tattered silver armor. His face was covered by a visor, with only a ball of orange-red light vaguely visible.

He held an exaggerated long sword in his hand, letting the tip hang naturally and touch the dark "ground".

As the terrifying giant walked forward step by step, the long sword continued to drag in the darkness, causing the ground to split and the dusk to solidify.

From the depths of darkness, an equally large figure floated out, dragging a long sickle.

She was wearing a layered yet simple black dress dotted with countless sparkling stars, just like the stars in the night sky.

Two arms grew out from His side and His waist, each covered with short dark hair.

Of his six hands, two held the heavy black sickle, two held a crimson "moon", one was empty, and one tightly grasped an ancient ornament that seemed to be made of gold.

The shape of the ornament was a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. Within its bronze eyes, layers of light seemed to form one illusory door after another.

The giant was not surprised at all by such a scene. He took faster and faster steps forward, gradually approaching a charge.

The long sword he dragged through the darkness and dusk rubbed against the surroundings, sparking out bits and pieces of bright morning light.

At this time, the moon flowers and night-blooming herbs on the other side suddenly grew larger and grew wildly. Soon they became equivalent to the trees that had survived for thousands of years in the primeval forest. They were so dense that they blocked out the "sky".

Among these trees, a figure entwined with dark green vines and decorated with various herbs and flowers stood out.

He is also as huge as a mountain, with a plump figure, flowing clothes, and holding an illusory baby in his arms.

As soon as the figure descended, it followed the dusk giant, half floating and half flying towards the humanoid demon wolf dragging a huge black scythe.

…………

In the palace where the shadows were gradually disintegrating, although the corroded parts had detached themselves, so that Klein no longer had to worry about the hidden dangers in this regard, this was equivalent to directly cutting off a lot of his living "spiritual worms", causing him to involuntarily let out a low gasp. Transparent, twisted worms with mysterious patterns crawled out of his distorted face one after another, and his spirit was like being thrown into a lake with huge rocks, and it was difficult for him to calm down for a while.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes, which were covered with a layer of blood due to pain.

That was Amon, the "Angel of Time" wearing a monocle and a pointed hat.

Amon smiled at him, and frightened him so much that he immediately changed his mind and returned directly to Sefirah Castle.

Although this was a bit unfair to "Sun" Derrick, Klein felt that since he had reached the "Source Castle" and possessed the power of an angel, he might have a chance to save the other party. After all, the influence of the outside world could be exerted here.

But in a flash, the "Angel of Time" turned his gaze to the gray-white "blasphemous slate", and to the giant shadow hand that was growing stronger as the "Sleeping Land" disintegrated further.

Amon immediately raised his right hand and adjusted the monocle on his right eye.

The crystal monocle suddenly became dark, as if it was a mixture of countless colors that were difficult to describe specifically.

An illusory, terrifying, slightly rippling deep "ocean" appeared in front of Amon.

This "blasphemer" released some kind of power or cohesive force that he had stolen from somewhere and at some unknown time!

The "blasphemous slate" suddenly vibrated and made a buzzing sound, as if it had come alive.

It broke free from the remaining unstable illusory "light" between it and the giant shadow hand, and suddenly threw itself towards Amon!

Klein, who had just barely recovered from the pain due to fear, stared at this and couldn't believe his eyes.

The first "blasphemous slate" did not choose the "true creator" of the "Hanged Man" path, but defected to the "Angel of Time" of the "Thief" path!

After a moment of stunned silence, Klein vaguely understood what was going on:

Amon himself has been wandering in the God-forsaken Land for thousands of years, and has entered Chernobyl, searching for the history of the Second Epoch and even before the First Epoch. He must have wandered on the edge of the "Chaos Sea", done some dangerous research, and "stole" something special. At this time, He just used this special release to attract the "blasphemous slate".

To put it simply, the Angel King has been preparing for this for a long time, but the "True Creator" cannot fully descend yet and must wait for the "sleeping place" of the "Dark Angel" to completely collapse.

But the question is, why did Amon steal the first "blasphemous slate"? He had no use for it... He couldn't even switch to the "audience", "reader", "tyrant", "sun" and "hanged man" paths! Was it just because it was fun? When the gods and his brother were plotting to get this "blasphemous slate", he suddenly intervened, stole it and ran away? But for him, isn't it more important to catch me? Klein was confused about Amon's purpose, while quietly retreating, and opened his eyes wide, trying to peek at the surface of the gray-white slate, trying to write down the potion formula he needed.

“Sequence 1: Servant of Mystery…” As soon as the corresponding words came into his eyes, Amon stretched out his left hand, grabbed the “blasphemous slate”, then turned his body abruptly and pressed his right hand on the gray-blue door that was still covered with a little shadow.

The figure wearing a pointed hat and a classical black robe suddenly faded away, walked out of the door and disappeared.

The giant shadow hand formed by the part of Klein that was eroded expanded rapidly as the "Sleeping Land" continued to collapse, and eventually turned into a black shadow, chasing Amon and rushing out of the closed door.

The next second, all the shadows disappeared, and the orange-red light illuminated the palace where the Giant King once lived.

In front of the iron-black throne, on the steps illuminated by the dusk light, the figure of Colin Iliad emerged.

He was wearing tattered silver armor, revealing a face covered with many old scars, and he sat there quietly, like a soldier who had just finished his last war.

His two Dawn Straight Swords had turned into pieces, and his aura had disappeared. However, Klein could feel that his will and spirit still remained, and he was reluctant to let them completely dissipate.

Derrick, who was at the bottom of the stairs, saw this scene. His eyes were red and he ran closer with stumbling steps, not like a demigod.

He quickly squatted beside Colin Iliad and whispered:

"chief……"