"attack!"

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

During this process, his gaze suddenly blurred, and a sound that was extremely suppressed and extremely low in his throat came out.

A ball of light covered with sacred flames fell out of thin air, engulfing the "Dark Angel" Saslier and Colin Iliad inside at the same time.

Before the light burst, Derrick pulled his arm back, and a blazing and pure "darkless gun" condensed from his palm.

Amid the crackling sound, this spear of light penetrated through the sacred flames and hit the evil spirit's head accurately.

The brilliant, dazzling light suddenly bloomed, covering the area completely. Even Klein, who was closing his crazy thoughts, couldn't help but close his eyes and twist his face because the distance was too close. He felt that one "spiritual insect" was evaporating, and he felt that the connection between the "blasphemy stone slab" and the "real creator" had not yet been completely established.

It seemed like a sun was rising, the figure of "dark angel" Saslier faintly appeared, twisting and swaying in the blazing light and sacred flames, fading and melting.

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

This palace, hidden in the residence of the Giant King and coexisted with the real world, finally lost its power to continue to maintain and no longer blocks the influence of the outside world.

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

Just as the Shadow Palace began to collapse but not completely collapsed, the invisible force finally penetrated the barrier and descended a little, causing the activation of the erosion part that gathered in Klein's body to suddenly intensify!

They bulged out of Klein's chest and turned into a ball of dark flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood immediately broke away from Klein's body, cut off all kinds of invisible connections with him, quickly wriggled and grew, turning into a giant shadow hand, grabbing the object along the illusory "light" between itself and the first "blasphemy stone slab".

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

Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and classical black robe, sat on the tall gray and white railing, facing the orange road that separates the sea of ​​clouds, leisurely looking at the gray and blue door covered with golden nails, wondering how long he had been waiting.

Suddenly, He straightened the monocle glasses he was wearing in his right eye, easily jumped off the railing, and came to the door projected by the Giant King's residence.

"The power of the 'Chaos Sea' has begun to fade. You can use that bug to go in directly..." Amon said with a smile, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the projection of the gate.

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

…………

Beckland, somewhere on the battlefield.

Cresty Sesimah, with short golden brown hair and dark green eyes, knelt on one knee on the ground and inserted a pure white bone sword less than one meter in front of her to support herself.

He had one charred hole after another and cracks passing through his body, and his teeth had raised one by one, becoming sharp, like beasts.

The senior deacon of the "Night Watcher" who had begun to blur his consciousness struggled to turn his eyes away from the weak enemy not far away and headed towards the sky.

The orange dusk has partially invaded the deep night.

Crestai Cecima tried hard to pull out the bone sword, got up to fight, fulfilling the last duty of a night watchman, but his arms were trembling violently and his breath became weak.

In the astral realm, there is endless tranquility and darkness covered with moon flowers, night herbs and other plants.

Suddenly, orange-red light shone into this country, bringing some areas back to dusk, and letting flowers and grass wither one after another and about to wither.

In the lonely dusk, a huge figure like a mountain came out. His limbs were degenerately long and he was wearing a broken silver armor. His face was blocked by the armor, and only a vague orange light appeared.

He held an exaggerated sword in his hand, which made the tip sag naturally and touched the "ground" of darkness.

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

In the depths of the darkness, the same large figure floated out with a long giant sickle.

He wore a layered but not complicated black dress, dotted with countless brilliances, just like the stars inlaid at night.

There were two arms each between His frisculature and His waist, and the surface was covered with dark black hair.

In His six hands, two held the heavy black scythe, two held a crimson "moon", one was empty, and the other was holding a gold-making ancient jewelry.

The ornament is a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. In its bronze eyes, light is stacked, as if it forms one illusory door after another.

For such a scene, the giant was not surprised at all. He took faster and faster steps and gradually approached the charge.

He dragged his sword in darkness and dusk and rubbed around him, inspiring a little bit and a little bit of clear morning light.

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

Among these trees, a figure wrapped in dark green vines decorated with various herbs and flowers was highlighted.

He is equally huge as a mountain, with a plump figure, fluttering dress, and holding an illusory baby.

As soon as the figure descended, it followed the twilight giant and half-floated to the human-shaped demon wolf dragging the black scythe.

…………

Although the erosion part of the palace gradually disintegrated, Klein did not have to worry about hidden dangers in this regard, it was equivalent to cutting away many of his living "spiritual insects", which made him unable to help but make a low breathing sound. One transparent and distorted worm after another crawled out of his twisted face, and his spirit seemed to be thrown into a lake with huge rocks, which was difficult to calm down for a while.

At this moment, his eyes covered with blood in pain, a familiar figure reflected in his eyes.

That was Amon, the "Chronic Angel" wearing monocles and a steep hat.

Amon smiled at him, scaring him so much that he had to change his mind on the spot and return to "Source Castle".

Although this is a bit sorry for "Sun" Derrick, Klein feels that he has reached the "Source Castle" and has the power of the angel level, and he has the opportunity to save the other party. After all, external influence can already be exerted here.

But in a blink of an eye, the "Engel of Time" turned his gaze to the gray "blasphemy stone slab" and the shadow giant hand that was growing stronger as the "Sleeping Land" collapsed.

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

The crystal-ground monocle glasses suddenly became dark, as if they were made of countless colors, which was difficult to describe in detail.

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

This "blasphemer" released a certain kind of power or aggregate power that he stolen from somewhere at some time!

The "blasphemy stone slab" suddenly vibrated and made a buzzing sound, as if it was coming alive.

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

Klein, who had just recovered from pain because of fear, narrowed his eyes and couldn't believe his eyes.

The first "blasphemy stone slab" did not choose the "real creator" who chose the "hanging man" path, and defected to the "angel of time" path, which was the "thief" path!

After a moment of silence, Klein vaguely understood the whole story:

Amon's body wandered in the land of God for thousands of years, entered Chernobyl, searching for history from the Second and Even before the First Age, and must have been wandering on the edge of the "Sea of ​​Chaos", doing certain and dangerous research, and "stealing" a certain special thing. At this time, He only used this special release to attract "blasphemy stone slabs".

Simply put, the angel king has been preparing for this for a long time, and the "real creator" has not yet arrived completely. He must wait for the "sleeping place" of the "dark angel" to completely collapse.

But the question is, why did Amon steal the first "blasphemy slab"? It's useless to bring it to him... He can't turn the "audience", "those", "tyrant", "sun" and "hanging man" paths at all! Is it just because it's interesting? When the gods and brothers were planning this "blasphemy slab", they suddenly intervened and stole it and ran away? But for Him, isn't it more important to Him to catch me? While confusing Amon's purpose, Crane quietly retreated, opened her eyes wide, and tried to peek at the surface of the gray slab, wanting to record the potion formula he needed.

"Sequence 1: The Secret Waiter..." As soon as the corresponding text came into his eyes, Amon stretched out his left hand and grabbed the "blasphemy stone slab", then turned his body suddenly and pressed his right hand against the gray-blue door that was still covered with a small amount of shadows.

The figure wearing a pointed soft hat and a classical black robe immediately became empty and went straight out of the door and disappeared.

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

The next second, all the shadows disappeared, and the orange glow illuminated the palace where the giant king once lived.

In front of the iron black throne, on the steps of dusk light shining, Colin Iliad appeared.

He was wearing a tattered silver armor, revealing his face with many old scars, and sat there quietly like a warrior who ended the last war.

His two dawn swords had turned into pieces, and his breath had disappeared. However, Klein could feel that his will and spirit were still left, and he was reluctant to completely disperse.

Derick, who was under the steps, saw this scene with red eyes and running towards him, stumbled, unlike a demigod.

He quickly squatted beside Colin Iliad and whispered:
Chapter completed!