The enormous, mottled phantom of a clock dissolved into "King Charles I's" body. The Hand of Order's lips curled slightly upwards, and he adjusted his monocle, letting out a regretful 'tsk':
"What a pity. It would have been perfect if we had caught that old fellow Pallez..."
Although Amon, by taking advantage of the surprise attack and using the Church of Bones to restrict King Charles I's abilities, had overwhelmingly stolen His anchor and authority through the rules of deceit, essentially parasitizing and even replacing this ancient angel in another sense, just as Amon had replaced the ancestor of the Jacob family in the Fourth Epoch.
However, King Charles I was not Jacob after all. Occupying the fate of a high-level Beyonder from a non-adjacent Pathway for a long time would eventually bring hidden dangers. Due to concerns about certain matters, Amon still gave up the pleasure of indulging in the malicious fun of impersonating King Charles I.
"How boring. But it's time for this to truly end..."
Looking out beyond the illusory world filled with transparent, distorted faces, "King Charles I" mumbled, then walked easily and comfortably towards the hundred-meter-tall Unshadowed Crucifix standing in the center of the church.
The coiling dragon statue had long disappeared, replaced by blood-stained wooden stakes conjured from imagination, nailing "King Charles I" to the frame, like some ancient ritual.
As the last stake pierced through "King Charles I's" glabella, a resentful and shrill roar seemed to break through the "Unlucky One's" restraint, but then it abruptly ceased.
The founder of the Feynapotter Kingdom, King Charles Castiya I, who had established the nation over a thousand years ago, had fallen!
Outside the church, which had a dark base inlaid with white bones, Adam, who had been praying with lowered eyes, paused, then raised his head, revealing eyes as clear as a child's.
He slowly stood up, pulled out the blood-stained wooden stake that had pierced Frederick I, the Castiya Royal Family's angel, and with a calm expression, glanced at the Desolate Matriarch Roland, who was full of vigilance, before disappearing completely along with the Church of Bones behind him, disintegrating inch by inch.
The graceful Desolate Matriarch Roland, full of maternal radiance, gently furrowed her brows, looked up at the Astral World, and a hint of worry flashed in her brownish eyes.
As soon as she sensed the abnormality in Feynapotter City, she prayed to the great Mother, but the Astral World's gaze had not yet blessed her child.
The eerie blood moon that had occupied the entire sky a while ago flashed through her mind. The Desolate Matriarch Roland sighed softly, and a rich life force emerged from her fingertips, touching the pale-faced Frederick I's chest. Only indifference remained on her beautiful face:
"Integrate the Feynapotter Royal Family's forces as quickly as possible. The war between Loen and Feysac has been in a stalemate for too long; it's time for a decisive outcome!"
This was also Adam's condition for sparing the royal angel.
Frederick I, who was about to question why Earth Mother had not descended, choked, and clenching his fists somewhat humiliatingly, he inexplicably thought of the declining Sauron family in Intis, feeling a sense of shared indignation and fear.
Deep within the Astral World, filled with various concepts and abstract chaos, natural barriers woven from wheat, flowers, and trees overlapped layer upon layer, isolating all possible prying eyes.
Within the Natural Kingdom, towering oak trees, seemingly about to stretch out of the Astral World, stood tall. Lush green covered the world, and vast spirituality nurtured life.
A plump and soft illusory figure, whose face was unclear, silently overlooked the entire world, but what was reflected in the depths of Her eyes was the scene of Feynapotter City. Although She had not descended, She had briefly communicated with the Ancient Sun God's divinity through the Desolate Matriarch Roland's anchor of faith.
As if memories were stirred, "Earth Mother" sighed softly and made a gesture of cradling an infant. A terrifyingly vast life force instantly converged, causing Her abdomen to swell, followed by the illusory sound of crying.
The next moment, a strange, dark brown infant appeared in the arms of "Earth Mother," whose aura had weakened slightly.
This was not a true life, but the separated Sequence 2 "Desolate Matriarch" Beyonder characteristic. However, "Earth Mother" showed a motherly, loving smile:
"You shall be reborn...."
She murmured softly, and the layered natural barriers trembled accordingly, then disintegrated without warning. The falling wheat and flowers clustered around the infant formed from the characteristic, detaching from the Astral World and accurately falling into the "Church of Life," the headquarters of the Church of the Earth Mother in northern Feynapotter City.
The sudden commotion attracted many gazes in the Astral World. In a divine kingdom nearby, a majestic and grand structure, strikingly similar to the Giant King's Court, occupied the center of the entire world.
The God of Combat Badheil rose from the throne in the deepest part of the palace. The orange-red twilight glow dimly fell, dyeing everything around with a sense of decay and demise.
"It seems the Mother Goddess of Depravity's influence has dissipated. If so, some matters no longer need to be delayed..."
The orange-red light beneath the faceplate flickered. Relying on the sensitivity of the Sequence 0 Eye of Demon Hunting to the Mother Goddess of Depravity's corruption, the "God of Combat" scrutinized the natural domain that had re-interacted with the Astral World, His aura growing increasingly violent.
After issuing a divine oracle to Larrion, the Church of the God of Combat's Chief Shepherd, the "God of Combat," holding the Twilight Greatsword, arrived at the edge of the world in the solidified twilight, gazing from afar at another kingdom shrouded in darkness.
Backlund. The midday Sun scorched the earth, and the lazy afternoon nap was broken by the continuous shouts of newsboys.
"Extra! Extra! Feynapotter City attacked, Castiya Royal Family's mausoleum razed!"
Inside the Folk Herbal Medicine Shop, Darkwill, who had already advanced to a noble Sanguine, was adjusting the reagents in his hand. Harry the owl, with his round, bulging eyes, watched intently, both oblivious to the hawking outside.
"Done. Tsk, is this the Telepathist potion?"
Darkwill, whose physical quality had greatly improved after advancing to a Sanguine, mumbled while quickly putting away the prepared potion, causing Harry the owl to miss it.
Looking down at the uselessly enraged silly bird, Darkwill, having satisfied his malicious humor, then handed over the potion, adding venomously:
"You better not die. This potion cost me a lot of money..."
Just then, as Darkwill was about to add a few more venomous remarks, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear:
"Buy me the latest newspaper!"
Both the man and the bird trembled and stopped bickering. Harry the owl picked up the potion and flew towards the lounge, while Darkwill nodded like a pounding garlic, agilely darting out the door, returning with the newspaper a dozen seconds later.
Somewhat nervously placing the newspaper at the door of the innermost room, Darkwill said in a low voice, slightly fawning and fearful:
"Respected Mr. Gehrman, the newspaper you requested."
The door opened in response, and an invisible wind swept the newspaper into the room. Klein, maintaining the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow, flipped through the clearly emergency-printed newspaper, his expression gradually becoming solemn.