"Attack!"

Hearing the Chief's words, Darek was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively opened his arms.

In the process, his vision suddenly blurred, and a suppressed and deep voice came out of his throat.

A ball of light filled with divine flames descended out of thin air, engulfing the figures of the "Dark Angel" Saslir and Colin Iliad at the same time.

Before the light burst out, Darik pulled his arm back, and a blazing white and pure "Dark Spear" condensed in his palm.

With a crackling sound, the spear of light pierced through the sacred flames and struck the evil spirit in the head.

The brilliant, dazzling light suddenly bloomed, completely covering the area, and even Klein, who was restraining his crazy thoughts, couldn't help but close his eyes and distort his face because he was too close to dodge, feeling that one "spirit worm" after another was evaporating, and feeling that the connection between the "blasphemous slate" and the corrosive power of the "true creator" had not yet been fully established had been purified a lot.

Where it seemed as if a sun had risen, the figure of the "dark angel" Sasriel loomed, twisting and swaying in the blazing white brilliance and sacred flames, fading and dissolving.

Then, the shadows that covered the walls, stone pillars, and floor tiles began to disintegrate, revealing inch after inch of orange-red glow.

Hidden in the Giant King's residence, the palace that coexisted with the real world finally lost the power to continue to maintain it, and was no longer cut off from the influence of the outside world.

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

Just when the Shadow Palace began to collapse and not completely disintegrate, the invisible power finally penetrated the barrier and descended a little, causing the activation of the corrosive parts that had gathered in Klein's body to increase dramatically!

They bulged out of Klein's chest and turned into a mass of black flesh.

The flesh broke away from Crane's body, severed all invisible ties with him, and squirmed rapidly, turning into a shadow hand, grabbing at the object along the illusory "light" between itself and the first "blasphemous tablet".

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

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

Suddenly, he straightened the monocle he was wearing in his right eye, jumped off the railing with ease, and came to the door of the Giant King's residence.

"The power of the 'Sea of Chaos' is starting to fade, you can use that bug to go in directly......" Amon said to himself with a smile as he stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the projection of the gate.

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

............

Beckland, somewhere on the battlefield.

Crestai Cessima, with short blond brown hair and dark green eyes, knelt on one knee and propped himself up with a pure white bone sword less than a meter in front of him.

There were blackened holes and cracks in his body that had pierced through his body, and his teeth had bulged out and sharpened like beasts.

The "Night Watchman" High Deacon, who was beginning to blur his consciousness, struggled to look away from the weakened enemy not far away and cast it towards the sky.

The orange-red dusk has partially invaded the deep night.

Crestai Cesima struggled to draw his bone sword and fight to do his last duty as a night watchman, but his arms trembled violently, and his breathing became weak.

In the astral realm, a tranquil darkness overgrown with plants such as moon flowers and night herbs is boundless.

Suddenly, a ray of orange-red light shone into the country, bringing some areas back to dusk, and causing flowers and grasses to wither one after another, and they were about to wither.

In the lonely twilight, a huge figure like a mountain peak walked out, his limbs were long, he was wearing a tattered silver armor, his face was obscured by the visor, and only a faint orange glow appeared.

He held an exaggerated sword in his hand, and the tip of it drooped naturally, touching the dark "ground."

As the terrifying giant walked forward, the sword dragging through the darkness, splitting the ground and freezing in the twilight.

In the depths of the darkness, an equally large figure floated out with a long scythe.

He wore a long black dress that was layered but not complicated, and it was adorned with countless sparkles, like the stars of the night.

His ribs, His loins, each had two arms growing out, covered with short dark hair.

Of his six hands, two held the heavy black scythe, two held a crimson moon, one was empty, and one clutched an ancient ornament made of gold.

The ornament was in the form of a slender bird, surrounded by wings of pale flames, and its bronze eyes were filled with layers of light, as if forming one illusory door after another.

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

His sword, dragged in the darkness and dusk, rubbed against the surroundings, inspiring little and less clear morning light.

At this time, the moon flowers and night herbs on the other side suddenly increased and grew wildly, and soon became equivalent to the trees that had survived for thousands of years in the primeval forest, densely occupying the "sky".

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

He was also as huge as a mountain, with a plump body, a flowing dress, and an illusory baby in his arms.

As soon as the figure arrived, it followed the twilight giant, half-floating and half-flying close to the humanoid demon wolf dragging the pitch-black scythe.

............

In the palace where the shadows gradually disintegrated, although the erosion part broke away on its own, so that Klein no longer had to worry about the hidden dangers in this regard, it was equivalent to directly cutting off a lot of his living "spirit worms", so that he couldn't help but let out a low inhalation sound, and one after another transparent and twisted worms with mysterious patterns crawled out of his distorted face, and his spirit was like a lake that had been thrown into a boulder, and it was difficult to calm down for a while.

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

It was Amun, the "Angel of Time" wearing monocles and a peaked soft hat.

Amon smiled at him, so frightened that he was about to turn his mind on the spot and return directly to the "Source Castle".

Although this is a bit sorry for the "Sun" Derick, Klein feels that he has reached the "Source Castle", and with the power of the angel level, he has a chance to save the other party, after all, the influence of the outside world can already be exerted here.

But in an instant, the "Angel of Time" set his eyes on the gray "Blasphemous Tablet", and cast on the shadow hand that was growing stronger as the "Sleeping Land" deepened.

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

The crystal-ground monocle suddenly became dark, as if it were a mixture of countless colors, and it was difficult to describe it in detail.

In front of Amon, an illusory, terrifying, and slightly rippling deep "ocean" emerged.

This "blasphemer" unleashed some kind of power, or cohesion, that he stole from somewhere!

The "blasphemous slate" vibrated suddenly, making a buzzing sound, as if it had come to life.

It broke free from the illusory "light" that was not stable enough between it and the Shadow Giant Hand, and threw it at Amun!

This saw that Crane, who had just barely recovered from the pain due to fear, stared at him, and he 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 stunnedness, Klein vaguely understood the reason:

Amun's body has wandered in the forsaken land for thousands of years, entered Chernobyl, searched for the history of the Second and even before the First Age, and must have wandered on the edge of the "Sea of Chaos", done a certain, dangerous research, and "stolen" to some kind of speciality, at this time, he only used this special release to attract the "blasphemy tablet".

To put it simply, the King of Angels has been preparing for this for a long time, and the "True Creator" has not yet fully descended, 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 tablet"? He didn't have much use for it...... He couldn't turn to the "spectator," the "reader," the "tyrant," the "sun," and the "hanged man"! Was it just because it was funny? When the gods and their brothers were plotting against the "desecration tablet," they suddenly intervened, stole and ran? But wasn't it more important for Him to catch me? Crane was confused by Amun's purpose, and quietly backed away, and kept his eyes wide open, trying to peek hard into the surface of the gray-white tablet, trying to write down the potion recipe he needed.

As soon as the words corresponding to "Sequence 1: The Mysterious Waiter ......" came into his eyes, Amon reached out his left hand and grabbed the "blasphemous slate", and then, turning sharply, pressed his right hand against the gray-blue door that was still covered with a small amount of shadow.

The figure wearing a peaked soft hat and a classical black robe immediately blurred, went directly through the door, and disappeared.

The shadow giant hand that Klein's erosion had partially condensed was constantly crumbling in the "Sleeping Land", expanding rapidly, and finally turned into a black shadow, chasing Amon and rushing out of the closed door.

In the next second, all the shadows faded, 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 twilight light, the figure of Colin Iliad emerged.

Dressed in tattered silver armor and revealing his face with many old scars, he sat there like a soldier who had ended his last war.

His two Dawn Swords had been reduced to pieces, and his aura had disappeared, but Crane could feel that his will and spirit were still there, and he was reluctant to completely disperse like this.

Seeing this, Darek at the bottom of the stairs rushed closer with red eyes and stumbled with his feet, not like a demigod.

He quickly crouched down beside Colin Iliad and cried out in a low voice:

"Chief ......"