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"Currently, the "Code of Law" is being implemented in both the inner and outer cities of Loen. We have also publicly dealt with a group of lawbreakers based on your code as a warning, and the effect is very good so far."

Nodding with satisfaction, Aaron looked at Darren, who was standing upright, and said with a smile:

"You've done very well. After I finish dealing with the matters at hand, I will personally take you to the Church of the Evernight once to borrow a mermaid to complete your ritual."

Finally, Aaron looked at Bayer-Bailey, the tall and strong captain of his personal guard, who was standing beside him. Meeting his loyal gaze, Aaron slowly said:

"I remember that your greatest wish was to personally kill 'King of the Undead' Agarito, who ruined everything for you."

"But all of this requires strength. Now, I can give you an opportunity to become a demigod."

As he spoke, Aaron's spirituality dispersed, and the pressure emanating from his transmuted spiritual body was close to that of a demigod. His pupils instantly turned golden, and he spoke with majesty:

"Bayer-Bailey, are you willing to offer your loyalty and even your life for this?"

Without any hesitation, Bayer-Bailey knelt on one knee, placed his right fist over his heart, and responded firmly:

"I am willing to dedicate my life for Your Lordship..."

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Surging layers of dark gold mist swirled around. Aaron sat on the throne in the magnificent palace, looking at the dark gold charm in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

The flow of time in the world within "Groselle's Travels" is the same as in the real world. There is no lifespan limit within the book, and one can live forever, but if one stays in the travels for too long, exceeding one's lifespan, they will rapidly age and die after leaving the travels.

These things, which should be common sense, would be passively ignored due to the influence of the world within the book on the spiritual level. To maintain his clarity, he specifically created this charm.

This charm did not have any powerful offensive effects. It was created by Aaron using his ability to display an incomplete mythical creature form within the Beyonder characteristic.

Its only function was to help Aaron strengthen the connection with the sub-consciousness remaining within the Beyonder characteristic, and resist the influence of "Groselle's Travels" with the authority of the Beyonder characteristic.

Putting away the charm, Aaron turned to look at the Ghostly Picture Frame to his right, its surface covered with intertwined crimson and silver patterns. He counted the marks on it again.

Since obtaining this Sealed Artifact, the death row prisoners of the East Tack family had contributed their sinful lives for it, but Aaron, who was not of the Marauder pathway, had a very shallow grasp of this Sealed Artifact.

The time plundered had been consumed, so much so that even now there were only 5 golden marks and only 35 grayish-white marks.

However, these were not important. Even if the "King of the North" was killed, he would not die if he did not leave "Groselle's Travels". Aaron would "reason with them," and those who obeyed him would gain true salvation.

Having prepared all the items, Aaron returned to the real world. He received several Sealed Artifacts and the prepared Sequence 4 "Demon Hunter" potion from the open Door of Sacrifice and Bestowal. After exchanging a look with the sub-consciousness in the Beyonder characteristic, he withdrew the ritual.

Breaking the spiritual wall, Aaron pushed open the door and directly handed the potion in his hand to Bayer-Bailey, casually slipping him a note and instructing him to open it after entering the world within the book. Then he looked at Joseph-Will beside him and said softly:

"I need your blood. We will appear in different places after entering the world within the book. I need a medium for divination to find you."

Joseph nodded slightly, took the dagger Aaron handed him, and made a cut on his fingertip. Under the guidance of spirituality, blood gushed out. A portion of it adhered to the dagger and flew towards Aaron, and another portion was smeared on the dark brown cover of "Groselle's Travels".

After completing this step, the wound on his fingertip healed instantly. Joseph did not withdraw his spirituality. Instead, he sensed his surroundings with interest, wanting to see how the so-called world within the book was entered, waiting for the change.

Suddenly, snowflake-sized snow appeared before his eyes, and the sound of howling wind filled his ears. Then, bone-chilling cold fiercely drilled into his body.

Joseph stood there stunned, somewhat startled. Although he was mentally prepared, he was already a demigod who had obtained divinity, and he hadn't even noticed how he had entered. His heart sank slightly, and he instinctively looked around to ascertain his location.

He found that he had left Saint Annes at some point and was in a frost-covered land shrouded in a blizzard. Because the environment was extremely harsh, he couldn't see into the distance at all, and couldn't even determine if he was on a mountain or a plain.

Joseph recalled what Aaron had said before, that there would be no danger at first and he could stay put and explore further after everyone met up.

Just as he was thinking this, his heart suddenly leaped, and he abruptly looked behind him. A momentary look of bewilderment flashed across his stern and serious face, followed by a drastic change in expression.

Through the even more violent wind and snow, he could vaguely see a gigantic figure standing on the peak of an ice mountain.

It was a translucent giant dragon standing on four legs, still nearly five meters tall. It resembled a close relative of a lizard, with an ugly face, Deep Blue eyes, and a thick, powerful tail. It had a pair of huge wings covered with membranes on its back, which, when spread, felt like they could cover the sky.

Its scales were like ice crystals, flowing with a clear glow, which was the most beautiful and dreamlike part of its entire body.

Suddenly, the giant dragon, which looked like it was carved from frost, raised its neck and body and let out a terrifying roar that penetrated the blizzard.

At this moment, standing upright, it exceeded ten meters.

....

Aaron, who still didn't know what was happening in the world within the book, was carefully collecting the blood on the dagger to use for divination later. Then he handed the dagger to the burly Bayer-Bailey.

Without hesitation, he used a copper knife to make a cut on the back of his hand. Blood quickly seeped out. He dipped his right index finger in the blood and smeared it on "Groselle's Travels".

Watching the disappearance of what could be considered his most devout believer as a hidden existence, Aaron picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, collected the blood, and did not rush to enter. Instead, he waited quietly. He wanted to use Bayer-Bailey for a final verification.

After a moment of dizziness, Bayer-Bailey found himself surrounded by wind and frost, with everything around him covered in white snow.

He really entered a strange world... He raised his large hand to shield his face, afraid of the wind and snow blinding him, and at the same time took out the note Aaron had given him, carefully unfolding it.

He saw the content written by Aaron:

"In Hermes language, preferably Ancient Hermes language, chant the following honorific name:

"The Source and Shadow of Order."

"The Great Emperor of the Realm of Chaos."

"The Lord of Order Who Governs Rules."

"Burn after chanting."

This... Is this a deity-level hidden existence? Bayer-Bailey, backed by the East Tack family and being a seasoned Sequence 5 himself, had a deep understanding of the field of mysticism.

Looking at the note in his hand, he subconsciously took a breath of cold air, but only inhaled the biting cold wind and icy snowflakes. The expression on his face changed slightly.

He knew very well how dangerous it was to chant the honorific name of a hidden existence of unknown origin and unknown good or evil. This might lead to an outcome more terrifying than death!

His mind was in turmoil, but he suddenly slapped himself, and then chanted the honorific name of the "Lord of Order" in Ancient Hermes language.

...

Saint Annes, City Lord's Mansion, Aaron sat quietly on the soft sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, layers of illusory prayers sounded in his ears, and they were clearly from a male.

Using the sub-consciousness remaining within the Beyonder characteristic, he saw the light spot representing Bayer-Bailey ripple outwards in the magnificent palace. A smile then appeared on Aaron's face.

He always remembered that this was a real world, and relying entirely on so-called experience could easily lead him into a dead end. He had to personally confirm whether he could truly continue to connect with the Beyonder characteristic after entering "Groselle's Travels".

Having received a satisfactory answer, Aaron no longer hesitated. He picked up the Ghostly Picture Frame beside him, which had been maintained in a hidden state, took out the blood he had prepared, and smeared it on "Groselle's Travels".

Without waiting long, Aaron suddenly found himself in a white world of ice and snow.

Chapter 184: Jurisian, the King of the North

The gale, carrying ice shards and large snowflakes, slapped Aaron's face and body, causing his body to involuntarily tense up and tremble slightly as he surveyed his surroundings.

The robust physique brought by his promotion to Sequence 5 'Punisher Knight' allowed him to quickly adapt to the severe cold, confirming he was in a world of ice and snow with extremely low visibility.

The dark golden charm he carried with him silently shattered, turning into complex mystical symbols that merged into Aaron's body.

His consciousness blurred for a moment, and a dark golden mist rose on his Mind Island, as if breaking some kind of restraint. Aaron's consciousness instantly cleared, and certain things in his mind that he had deliberately ignored came flooding back.

The harsh environment didn't allow him to delay. After a preliminary observation of his surroundings, he took out the item stained with Bayer-Bayle's blood and used the Divination Pendulum method to determine the other party's location.

Then, based on the result, he stepped on the thick snow under the gloomy sky, quickly traversing the raging gale, and occasionally divining again to adjust his direction.

About ten minutes later, Aaron spotted a burly figure covered in silver armor.

Phew... He exhaled, took a few steps forward, and saw clearly that it was indeed Bayer-Bayle. The demigiant stood silently in the wind and snow, his Dawn Armor steaming, dispelling the cold.

Ignoring the complex expression on the face of his loyal subordinate, Aaron put away his divination pendulum and asked directly:

"Did you burn it?"

"I burned it!" Bayer-Bayle nodded, seemingly wanting to say something.

Aaron gazed at him for a few seconds, confirming he wasn't lying, then his expression turned serious:

"Remember."

"Once you have chanted His honorific name, you are His follower."

"Believe in Him, serve Him, and perhaps one day you will receive unimaginable gifts."

"At that time, your reputation will spread throughout the Five Seas, no less than that of the Pirate Kings."

As he spoke, he wanted to make a gesture befitting a follower of the 'Lord of Order', but sadly found there was no such thing, so he could only comfort himself internally:

Secret organizations must be secret; doing these superficial things is meaningless...

Bayer-Bayle listened in silence, his burly body slightly bent, and responded solemnly:

"According to your will, I will fulfill my loyalty with my life."

Without explaining to his loyal follower, Aaron nodded in satisfaction and withdrew his gaze. He took out Joseph-Will's blood and used divination once more.

Although he could sense the general direction, the location was constantly changing.

What kind of accident happened?

Aaron frowned slightly, and led Bayer-Bayle, following the sensation, trekking forward through the blizzard.

In the vast white world, the two were like black dots, crunching on the snow, walking forward bit by bit. After nearly twenty minutes, Aaron suddenly stopped and looked towards a mountain peak to the west simultaneously with Bayer-Bayle.

Beside a huge rock covered in a thick layer of ice was a dark mountain cave. At the entrance stood a woman holding an ancient, unadorned bow and arrow, guarding it.

The woman had soft, lustrous black hair tied in a simple ponytail. Her facial features were very gentle, unlike the people of any country on the Northern Continent.

She wore a brown ancient-style hunter's jacket and trousers, and her sharp senses made her look over.

Seeing her slightly pointed ears, combined with the content of the 'Travels of Groselle', Aaron immediately knew her identity: the Elf Singer Shartash.

"Elf?" Bayer-Bayle, standing beside him, looked at the ancient bow and arrow in the other party's hand and stepped forward, blocking Aaron's front.

As soon as he approached, Shartash didn't hesitate to raise her longbow, the arrowhead nocked upon it flickering with flowing silver-white electric light.

"As expected of elves, most of whom belong to the 'Storm' pathway, they are indeed easily irritable and reckless..."

Aaron looked at the tense standoff between the two sides, couldn't help but mutter inwardly, and at the same time motioned for Bayer-Bayle not to be nervous.

Although the plan had gone awry and the invited demigod helper seemed to have encountered some trouble, finding the protagonist team was still quite good.

Just at this moment, Aaron's vision blurred, and he saw two thick, sturdy gray-blue giant legs, and a terrifying greatsword plunged into the snow!

"Uh..." Aaron looked at the giant leg in front of him, which was slightly taller than his entire body, and followed the pattern on the greatsword beside it upwards, finally seeing clearly that the figure before him was a nearly four-meter-tall giant!

Even the demigiant Bayer-Bayle looked like a little dot in front of him.

The giant's skin was gray-blue. His chest, abdomen, and waist were covered with thick beast hides, while the rest of his body was exposed, and even his feet lacked protection.

He leaned on a greatsword wider than a human door panel, and looked down at Aaron and Bayer-Bayle with his characteristic vertical single eye, asking in a booming voice:

"Who are you?"

"Why have you come to Groselle's camp?"

As his words fell, a strangely dressed gentleman in his thirties, who made people uncomfortable, also walked out of the cave and saw the two sides in confrontation.

This gentleman had a rather handsome face, with flaxen hair, deep brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. Even when sitting, he gave off a proud aura.

"Let's all be harmonious; don't be so tense. I'm talking about you, Shartash, don't always point your bow and arrow at people."

He skillfully walked to the side of the Elf Singer Shartash, placed his hand on her shoulder, and chuckled, completely unlike the arrogance his demeanor suggested.

"Mobet, if you dare touch me again, I'll let you feel the wrath of an elf!"

Her voice was clear and melodious, but her tone was full of anger and irritability, as if she would raise her hands at any moment and shoot an arrow at Mobet-Solorias.

"Alright, I'll reflect on that." Mobet coughed dryly, withdrew his hand, and casually smoothed his pointed, stiff black hat, concealing his embarrassment.

The atmosphere eased with Mobet's arrival. Aaron looked at Mobet, who seemed to be enjoying himself even after being threatened by Shartash, and couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

"You two, I suspect you're showing off your affection, but I have no proof."

Then he lightly coughed, attracting the attention of the person, elf, and giant opposite him:

"Groselle, we are also here to deal with 'King of the North' Yurisian. I don't think we are enemies, are we?"

Groselle looked down at Aaron and Bayer-Bayle, his vertical single eye no longer filled with wariness, and laughed heartily:

"Yes, since you are also dealing with Yurisian, then we are friends!"

Shartash glared at Mobet, slapped his hand away, and reluctantly put away the bow and arrow in her hand, seemingly muttering something under her breath.

Mobet smacked his lips, looked at Aaron and Bayer-Bayle, and eagerly stepped forward to invite them into the cave, chattering incessantly:

"Perhaps it's hard for you to imagine, when I first entered here, I was a proud, reserved, and well-mannered noble, but the long passage of time has changed all of that."

"Heh, especially when your companion is a giant who only knows how to chuckle foolishly and shout slogans..."

As he said this, Groselle, who was following behind him with a stooped back, smiled honestly, raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. That vertical single eye did not contain the ferocity and brutality desperately portrayed in various giant legends.

Mobet sighed, then seemed to remember something, and lightly patted his head:

"I've been with them for too long, it's made my brain a bit abnormal. I actually forgot to introduce myself."

"I am Sequence 5 of the 'Marauder' pathway, 'Dream Weaver'. You can call me..."

Aaron glanced at the overly enthusiastic Mobet and interrupted him in a flat tone:

"I know, Viscount Mobet-Solorias of the Solomon Empire, and the only surviving direct descendant of the Solorias family."

Mobet's expression instantly became extremely colorful, changing from the initial enthusiasm to surprise and finally disbelief. He couldn't help but stand rooted to the spot, muttering in a low voice:

"This, how is this possible? The old man is an angel..."

Aaron paused, slightly surprised by this guy's reaction, then came to a realization:

The only person who entered after Mobet was the former Loen soldier, Longzell. As an ordinary person, his knowledge was naturally limited. At most, Mobet would have learned from him that the Solomon Empire no longer existed, but he would have had no way of knowing other specific information.

After understanding this, Aaron lightly coughed and offered a word of comfort:

"Pales-Solorias is not dead, but is in extremely poor condition and hiding everywhere after being severely wounded by Amon."

Mobet's eyes slightly brightened, just about to speak, when he suddenly felt a crazy and tyrannical aura approaching from afar outside. The pressure from a high-level creature was almost tangible.

Two more figures suddenly appeared in the cave: one was the Ascetic Snowman wearing an extremely simple white robe, and the other was Longzell in full black armor.

Without any pleasantries, everyone tacitly rushed out of the cave. Unlike the solemn expressions of the others, Aaron's expression was more peculiar, because he also simultaneously sensed Joseph-Will's aura.

As soon as everyone rushed out of the cave entrance, they saw a massive figure descending from the sky, landing on a huge rock nearby covered in a thick layer of ice. Its membrane-covered wings did not retract, but remained spread, almost obscuring the surrounding light.

Unlike their impression, this 'King of the North' was covered in wounds, and opposite it stood a man with dark golden eyes, whose terrifying pressure clearly demonstrated his strength.

As the dreamlike scales, like condensed ice crystals, and the extremely violent deep blue dragon eyes reflected in everyone's pupils, the 'King of the North', the Frost Giant Dragon Yurisian, opened its mouth and spat out a distorted, quietly arrogant ice-blue flame towards the cave. Wherever it passed, the void became transparent and everything froze!

The giant Groselle voluntarily blocked the front, kneeling on his left knee, leaning forward, and plunging his wide, straight greatsword in front of him.

Dawn-like light then lit up, forming illusory walls to Groselle's left and right, protecting everyone behind him.

The ice-blue 'tide' surged forward, first split by the vertical greatsword, and then crashing against the dawn light on both sides!

As pieces of dawn-like brilliance bloomed from the greatsword, a storm of light swept outwards, piercing through the newly formed ice layer.

Groselle's gray-blue figure disappeared from where he stood. The Elf Singer Shartash, whose hair hadn't even been tied up yet, held her bow and arrow and, surrounded by the swirling gale, rushed out of the cave without any hesitation.

Viscount Mobet-Solorias of the Solomon Empire, wearing an asymmetrical black jacket, muttered "Don't rush," "Finally here," while running with long strides, following closely behind Shartash.

However, they stopped almost simultaneously, their gazes solemn as they looked at Joseph-Will, who had suddenly appeared in front of them.

Looking at this mysterious powerhouse who was exchanging blows with the 'King of the North', Mobet was just about to say something when he heard Aaron's voice from behind:

"No need to be nervous. This demigod is the helper I invited. The rest of the battle will be left to Bayer-Bayle. This is his final step to becoming a demigod."

Ignoring the expressions of Mobet and the others, Joseph-Will nodded. After blocking the 'King of the North''s subsequent attacks, he looked at Bayer-Bayle, who had already taken out the potion, and reminded him:

"This fellow doesn't seem like a demigod from a normal pathway. It's an out-of-control monster that has gathered many ice-type Beyonder characteristics. In specific areas, it can rival a demigod, but in other aspects, it's inferior."

"Although it was injured by me, it has also become more insane because of it. Directly helping you would affect the effectiveness of your ritual, so I only used a decree to prohibit its flight ability."

Bayer-Bayle nodded, and without the slightest hesitation, drank the bottle of silver potion in his hand. Under everyone's astonished gaze, he let out a painful roar.

Accompanying the dissipation of terrifying fluctuations, his body rapidly expanded. In just the blink of an eye, he became a four-meter-tall 'giant', his body surface dark green and knotted, containing an unimaginable sense of impact.

Mobet and the others felt a stinging in their eyes. While their mouths hung open, they turned their heads to look at Groselle beside them, who was touching his head with a bewildered expression.

Aaron felt the chaotic aura on Bayer-Bayle but wasn't surprised. This was originally the requirement of the ritual: after consuming the potion, one would temporarily possess power comparable to a demigod, and successfully advance by hunting a demigod-level monster before losing control.

Although it was inconvenient to directly intervene in the battle, Aaron could use the sub-consciousness within the Source to extend Bayer-Bayle's time before losing control through his previous prayer light points.

Dark golden mystical symbols appeared in Aaron's pupils. A flicker of clarity flashed in Bayer-Bayle's eyes, which were originally consumed by madness and the desire to tear everything apart, and then his gaze met a pair of extremely violent deep blue dragon eyes.

Rip!

The snow parted, and a deep, wide gully was plowed into the ground. This gully extended all the way to where Bayer-Bayle had just been. He didn't dodge at all, but directly blocked the 'King of the North''s dive path!

Bayer-Bayle, in his giant form, touched the ground with one knee and pulled out an illusory greatsword, condensed from light, from a crack in the earth.

Dawn-like light then appeared, erecting an unbreakable invisible wall.

Boom!

The collision between the Frost Giant Dragon and 'Giant' Bayer-Bayle was like a terrifying explosion, shattering all the surrounding snow and ice layers and pushing them outwards.

A giant pit appeared at the center of the collision. Bayer-Bayle did not retreat; instead, he lunged forward, raising the 'Dawn Sword' in his hand and slashing towards the 'King of the North', Yurisian, who had stopped in place.

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Layers of ice crystals vanished, the illusory scales cracked open, and the light sword slashed into the head of the "King of the North," who had lost its ability to fly, causing it to let out a deafening shriek.

Pale blue blood flowed out and quickly froze, the frost giant dragon's ugly head thrashed wildly, and dawn-like light spilled everywhere.

The "King of the North," Urisian's, shriek quickly turned into a roar, and a terrifying blizzard erupted on the spot, sweeping outwards in all directions.

The howling gale carried dense "goose feathers," tumultuously filling every inch of space. At the same time, an ice-blue halo rapidly expanded, extending outwards along the ground. Everything it touched froze into ice sculptures from bottom to top.

Bayer-Baileth was sent flying by the thick tail covered in ice crystals, his silver-white armor covering his entire body was violently shattered, and he was instantly enveloped by the ice-blue halo.

Ice crystals covered his entire body, and his exposed body was instantly covered in various patterns, symbols, and markings that surpassed the realm of normal senses and were beyond linguistic description.

Amidst the muffled thunder-like sound of his heartbeat, his body grew taller again, transforming into a gray-blue giant six to seven meters tall.

Unlike before, his vertical single eye was bloodshot, unabashedly emitting a wild and violent aura with a clear tendency towards destruction.

His rapidly growing body directly shattered the ice layer, and dawn light burst forth with it, lunging towards the "King of the North," Urisian, who was charging at him from not far away.

Bang bang bang!

At this moment, Bayer-Baileth's height was even significantly greater than Urisian in its non-bipedal state, and his strength was equally exaggerated. In the continuous clashes with the opponent's front claws, he even unilaterally suppressed the giant dragon.

Urisian, whose head was already cracked, was repelled, his massive dragon body suddenly fell backward, collapsing like a mountain, but could only stir up swirling snow and dust.

Looking at the greenish-black one-eyed giant who had re-formed the dawn greatsword and was rushing towards him, a hint of madness flashed in Urisian's deep blue dragon eyes, his heart contracted with a thump, and he gathered a terrifying pale blue, almost white, radiance.

This was an extraordinary ability stemming from its life, capable of creating a region of extreme cold, a veritable hell, attacking indiscriminately, a method that would injure both sides.

Looking at the terrifying radiance that seemed capable of freezing everything, Groselle's expression instantly became solemn. The greatsword in his hand was already plunged into the ground, but he saw the human, whose name was still unknown, appear at the very front.

Under the astonished gaze of Mobet and the others, Aaron's spirituality stirred slightly, the Creeping Ring hidden in his sleeve emitted a dim, eerie light, the raging blizzard suddenly froze, and streaks of crimson-gold light sprinkled down upon everyone.

Shatass opened her mouth and suddenly looked up at the sky. Endless light gathered, seeming to instantly transform into a sun descending upon reality.

The scorching, pure light dispelled the blizzard, melted the ice layer for several kilometers around, and shattered the terrifying pale blue, almost white, radiance Urisian had gathered.

This was precisely the Light-Chasing Domain, originating from the "Scepter of the Sun," that Aaron had recorded using the "Creeping Ring" atop the dark gold mist. Although greatly weakened compared to the original, it was still stronger than the attacks of ordinary Demigods.

Looking at the pure light sprinkled upon the world, the ascetic Snowman, a Sequence 5 "Priest of Light," spread his arms as if embracing divine grace, and muttered to himself as if in a dream:

"God's radiance will eventually be sprinkled upon every believer..."

Ignoring his teammate's priest-like pronouncements, after Mobet recovered from his shock, a hint of almost imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes.

It wasn't that he was worried about being unable to defeat Urisian. Given his status in the Zoroastrian family before his disappearance, his understanding of the extraordinary world was extremely deep, and he could already confirm that Joseph-Well was at least a Demigod of the Arbiter pathway.

Furthermore, he was certain that this mysterious young man before him, who knew about the Zoroastrian family, was not on the Sun pathway. Therefore, the scorching sun in the sky emitting a terrifying aura represented at least a powerful Grade 1 Sealed Artifact.

Plus the terrifying giant not far away who was clashing head-on with Urisian and not losing ground, a total of three Demigod-level powerhouses. Urisian's fate was already sealed.

What worried him was the purpose of these three who had clearly entered together. One must know that whether it was himself, Longzer, or the others, they had all stumbled into this world alone and only learned about Urisian after meeting the others.

Aaron and the others' way of appearing and their actions with a strong sense of purpose, and more importantly, the overwhelming power they displayed, made Mobet uneasy.

Before he could think further, the battle in the distance was already nearing its end.

Even though the terrifying scorching sun did not launch an attack, with its innate ability being forcibly interrupted, Urisian's brain seemed to feel a tearing pain.

"...Ah..."

The frost giant dragon's mouth slowly opened, and it let out a stuttering, broken shriek.

Just at this moment, a figure enveloped in light originating from dawn rushed in front of the frost giant dragon.

This was precisely the giant-transformed Bayer-Baileth!

The patterns, symbols, and markings on his gray-blue skin pulsed with power, the radiant greatsword in his hand hummed slightly, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on it as he directly cleaved towards Urisian's already cracked head.

Corrosive deep blue blood splattered, splashing onto the damaged silver-white armor and raising plumes of blue smoke. Urisian's head was directly split in half along the previous crack, and the mournful cry abruptly stopped.

Urisian's headless body twitched and crashed to the ground with a rumble, like a small mountain of ice and snow.

Streaks of pale blue, almost white, light erupted from within its body, stirring the flesh and blood, rapidly moving about, and quickly transformed the massive dragon corpse into a thick, heavy, tall double door covered in white snow.

Without needing anyone to remind them, all the Beyonders present knew that this was the door leading to the outside world.

"That damned giant dragon is finally dead, we succeeded..."

The simple-minded giant Groselle burst into laughter, but after sensing the strange atmosphere, his voice gradually lowered. He looked at his teammates around him, who weren't smiling, with some confusion, and found that their gazes were all directed at the three "friends" they had just met.

Yes, friends. At least Groselle believed that anyone who killed Urisian could be a friend, although others might not think so.

Feeling the gazes behind him focused on his back, Aaron didn't pay it any mind. He signaled Joseph-Well to guard the exit door while he himself flew towards Bayer-Baileth, who was roaring at the sky not far away.

The ritual was complete. Although the battle was short, it was extremely perilous. The power of the "Demon Hunter" potion had already permeated his entire body during the fight, and his advancement was completed the moment Urisian fell.

What Aaron needed to do now was to help Bayer-Baileth, who had used a partially incomplete Mythical Creature form, regain his sanity. The Mark of Night on his wrist rippled with deep black waves.

The power of peaceful slumber and tranquility instantly enveloped Bayer-Baileth, who was struggling to regain his sanity. Aaron immediately prayed softly to himself, and the sub-consciousness within the Original Power immediately used the generated prayer images and the prayer light spots left by Bayer-Baileth earlier to transmit power and suppress the insane will.

The patterns, symbols, and markings covering Bayer-Baileth's body, which surpassed the realm of normal senses, quickly faded. His skin color returned to normal, his vertical single eye also disappeared, and his body stopped shrinking after reaching 3 meters.

Looking at this loyal subordinate, who was completely naked, Aaron lightly coughed and dispelled the power, looked around, cut off Urisian's undamaged hide, and threw it to Bayer-Baileth, who had just opened his eyes.

Feeling the surging power filling his body and the indescribable divinity, Bayer-Baileth's sturdy giant body knelt on one knee, his head bowed, and he swore with difficulty concealing his excitement and gratitude:

"I will forever be loyal to Lord Baron, I will always be the sharpest sword in your hand!"

Aaron nodded in satisfaction, watching him tear the dragon hide into simple clothes and put them on before slowly speaking:

"Apart from those few people, everything in this book world, although extremely real, is essentially an illusory creation born from imagination. It has certain limitations."

"Although Urisian could help you advance, this is ultimately a shortcut. If you leave the book world now, the anchor supporting your divinity will become unstable, and the best outcome would be falling into deep slumber."

"Therefore, I plan to have you stay in the book world for a while first. Next, I will explore a relatively dangerous area; there should be quite a few monsters there."

"I will let a batch of monsters enter the book world. You can also use this to digest the 'Demon Hunter' potion. After successfully digesting a portion of the potion, the problem of unstable divinity will no longer occur."

"It just so happens you can also help me keep an eye on those people..."

Bayer-Baileth nodded solemnly and loyally followed behind Aaron towards the giant double door formed from the massive dragon corpse not far away.

Groselle and the other few "people" stood together, looking somewhat nervously as the giant, who had returned to normal but still emitted a terrifying aura, slowly walked up behind the young man, finally stopping at the double door, with the mysterious powerhouse from the beginning standing beside him.

Aaron glanced back at the double door emitting a strange attraction. If he hadn't used the Original Power to break through the limitations of this book world in advance, he probably would have long since been unable to resist entering the light door and leaving.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Groselle and the other few "people" who were silent, breaking the oppressive and silent atmosphere. He slightly raised a finger, pointing as he spoke:

"A Loen soldier from over a hundred years ago, a Fourth Epoch noble, a Third Epoch ascetic, and a Second Epoch Elf who served 'Queen of Calamity' Cohinem, and a Giant who guarded the Giant King's Court."

"Have you ever thought about how you, who haven't even obtained divinity, have passed these long years? You should know that even some long-lived species, even if they become Demigods, only live for a little over a thousand years."

In this unspeakable silence, Mobet, whose expression was somewhat grim, spoke in a low voice:

"I don't know how many years have passed outside, but it must have been many years. I was asleep most of the time. Time here is like it's frozen."

Aaron nodded. Seeing that they had realized the problem, he stopped beating around the bush and spoke directly:

"When you leave this portal and leave the protection of the book world, the passage of time will directly devour your lives, but I can give you a chance to live."

The Elf Singer Shatass spoke with some excitement:

"What do we have to pay? And where did you hear the Queen's name?"

Aaron looked around and chuckled:

"To save you and help you recover the time you've lost, the price is to become a believer of a Great Existence. You can call Him the 'Lord of Order'!"

Saying this, he glanced at the devout ascetic and added:

"Or slowly accumulate merit and pay the corresponding price. This will be very long..."

Just as Mobet was preparing to choose the second option, Aaron's faint voice came:

"The Zoroastrian family has disappeared into the mists of history. Pallez-Zoroastrian is being hunted by that Blasphemer Amon. You must have heard some secrets."

"You should know what that Blasphemer means to Beyonders of the Marauder pathway. If you don't want to be turned into a Sefirah by Him, I advise you to quickly believe in my Lord and gain protection."

"My Lord can even provide Pallez with some help to restore the glory of the Zoroastrian family. I forgot to tell you, I have a Sequence 4 'Parasite' Beyonder characteristic in my hand."

Mobet froze on the spot. After his expression changed for a while, he spoke:

"Okay, I agree. But I want to give my future contributions to Shatass."

Shatass, who had always had a fiery temper, looked at the hand resting on her shoulder, mumbled for a moment, but still stubbornly turned her head away.

Not refusing Mobet's wish, Aaron turned his head to look at Shatass and chuckled lightly:

"To answer your previous question, 'Queen of Calamity' Cohinem is not completely dead; a consciousness still remains. Believe in my Lord, and both you and she will receive gifts."

Looking at Shatass, whose expression suddenly changed, Aaron didn't continue. The time accumulated by the Ghostly Picture Frame was not enough to save a Second Epoch Elf, and after replenishing Mobet's time, there wasn't much time left.

Amidst the sound of metal clashing, Longzer, clad in black armor and who had been silent, looked at Aaron, who had distinct Loen characteristics, and asked somewhat absently:

"Do you know the Edwards family in Backlund?"

"The Edwards family who lives at 18 Delahaye Street, Northwest Borough."

Aaron turned his head and shook it:

"There is no Northwest Borough anymore."

Looking at Longzer, whose voice was hoarse and who was repeating his own words in a low voice, he added with a slight curve of his lips:

"However, before I entered, I entrusted someone to find the current Edwards family and provided them with decent jobs."

"Under the same conditions, I can send you to meet them."

The yearning in his heart still made him nod. Seeing this, Aaron chuckled lightly, took out the Ghostly Picture Frame, poured in his spirituality, selected Mobet and Longzer, and as the picture's hands turned counter-clockwise, the gray-white marks quickly disappeared.

Waves of invisible fluctuations brushed over their bodies, and an inexplicable sense of fullness lingered around them. Mobet followed the strong spiritual pull and looked at the Ghostly Picture Frame, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes and quickly vanishing.

A moment later, Aaron put away the Ghostly Picture Frame, and after nodding to Bayer-Baileth not far away, he suddenly exerted force and pushed open the snow-covered great door.

Silently and without a trace, everything the few people saw became illusory, then transparent, and disappeared.

#188Chapter 186 Meeting after awakening

A vast study, styled after the mansions of the great nobles of the Northern Continent, quickly appeared before their eyes. It was the study of the Lord's Mansion in Saint Annes.

Mobert and Longzer stumbled, looking around, their eyes momentarily lost for several seconds. Then their expressions changed dramatically, and they looked down at their bodies. Their clothes had suddenly turned to decaying ash.

The two naked men exchanged an awkward glance before tacitly averting their eyes. Mobert muttered to himself:

"I must make sure Shartus changes her clothes before leaving later..."

Aaron had anticipated this and directly threw over two sets of clothes. Although their lifespans had been replenished using the Ghost Picture Frame, their clothes were clearly not included. Upon leaving the world within the book, they naturally turned to decaying ash.

Looking at Longzer, who seemed to have already sensed something, he smiled and explained:

"The potion you consumed was fake, and so was the power you gained, just like that Frost Giant Dragon."

"Once you leave the world within the book, this power will naturally disappear. However, the process of digesting the potion and the experience of promotion still exist. With the corresponding potions, you will quickly recover your strength."

Seeing Longzer nod, Aaron turned his gaze to the center of the study desk, where a book bound with yellowish-brown parchment was laid open.

The book was turned by an invisible wind, reaching the last page. Not only Aaron but also the others saw the ending:

"With the help of Aaron Weil and Joseph Weil, Boyer Barriere killed the 'King of the North' and successfully advanced to 'Demon Hunter'."

Aaron walked forward and closed it, putting it away. Turning to look at the two he had brought out of the 'Groscell's Travels', and not avoiding Joseph Weil who stood nearby, he spoke solemnly:

"I have fulfilled my promise. Now it is time for you to offer your loyalty."

Mobert's gaze slowly moved from the breast pocket where 'Groscell's Travels' was placed to Aaron's face. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded resignedly:

"Okay, what should I do?"

Aaron's face showed a smile of unknown meaning. Not caring about Joseph Weil's somewhat strange look, he said in an even more devout tone:

"It's simple. Follow me in chanting the honorific name of that great existence. The Lord will answer your prayers."

Saying this, without waiting for their reply, he was the first to speak:

"The origin and shadow of order."

"The Great Emperor of the Kingdom of Chaos."

"The Lord of Order who wields the rules."

The deep and majestic ancient Hermes language echoed. Mobert felt his whole body turn ice-cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

As a direct descendant of the Zoroast family, a viscount who had truly experienced the Age of Gods, he knew very well what this honorific name meant.

Those were the gods who stood at the apex of this world, looking down upon all beings from the astral world.

He knew even more clearly how dangerous it was to chant the name of a hidden existence whose origin and nature were unknown. This might lead to an outcome more terrifying than death!

But thinking of the old man who had been hunted by that blasphemer for countless years, and thinking of Shartus who was still trapped in 'Groscell's Travels', he swallowed, his voice trembling slightly as he followed along and chanted.

Dense, dark golden mist erupted before his eyes, engulfing his consciousness like a tsunami. Before he could react, he found himself in a magnificent palace, surrounded by empty stone chairs.

In the depths of the palace, on a throne shrouded in dense dark golden mist, a blurry figure, somewhere between illusory and real, sat quietly. An indescribable terrifying pressure filled every corner.

His spirituality warned him frantically, and the aura of death permeated his heart. Mobert felt his eyes were about to go blind and quickly closed them, lowering his head and holding his forehead with both hands. Only then did he realize he was not a physical entity.

It was more like his spiritual body had been brought to this mysterious space by some incredible power. Realizing this, Mobert had accepted his current situation:

He had been noticed by this hidden existence, who was suspected to be on the level of a god, and had even entered this existence's divine kingdom.

Without any hesitation, Mobert felt empty inside, but outwardly he spoke with extreme piety:

"I am willing to become your believer."

Seeing that this Viscount understood the situation so clearly, Aaron's split consciousness subtly curved at the corner of his mouth. Then he changed to a majestic voice and spoke:

"Good!"

"The final reckoning is approaching. Pallez Zoroast's fate is in His own hands."

Mobert's heart trembled violently. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask, but felt he could not afford the corresponding price. After thinking for a moment, he respectfully said:

"Great Lord of Order, is the person who taught me to chant your honorific name your favored one?"

Aaron clicked his tongue inwardly, responding with an unchanging tone:

"He is the representative of My will in the world. At 12 o'clock on Friday night, you can return here to attend a secret meeting I will host."

"Representative of will? God's Council?" Only these two sets of words were jumping in Mobert's mind. Just as he was about to speak, he found that everything around him became hazy and illusory, as if covered by a thin veil.

A familiar sense of trance came over his consciousness. Mobert suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was still standing in place. He subconsciously nudged Longzer beside him with his arm, but only received a puzzled look in return.

Feeling somewhat bitter and understanding, just as he was thinking about the words of the Lord of Order from earlier, Mobert's gaze inadvertently met Aaron's.

For some reason, Mobert also subconsciously lowered his head, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

Aaron rubbed his face with his right hand. Although he found the guy's behavior a bit strange, he still said with a smile:

"This is the Southern Continent. The two of you should follow Joseph Weil first and get a good understanding of what happened in Saint Annes during the years you were gone."

"Longzer, I will provide you with potions and can also arrange for you to reunite with your family descendants, but all of this comes at a cost. I hope you understand."

Speaking of this, Aaron changed to a half-smiling tone, looking meaningfully at Mobert and saying:

"I forgot to tell you, today is Monday...."

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The crimson moon was hidden by clouds, and faint starlight sprinkled on the smooth deck. It was silent, peaceful, and lacked any human presence.

Aaron came to the deck, feeling the cold night wind. He leisurely strolled near the ship's side, gazing at the rough sea.

At this moment, the clouds in the high sky had thinned and dispersed a little, and the light of the scarlet moon brightened the dim night slightly.

In this environment, Aaron could clearly see the scene not far away. There, dark clouds were piled up, pressing very low, and tangible hurricanes could be seen sweeping back and forth, covering a vast expanse of sea.

Under the illumination of streaks of silver-white lightning, dense heavy rain danced with the wind, creating a scene like the end of the world.

Such a terrifying disaster was perhaps only a few nautical miles from Aaron, or even closer, yet this side was almost unaffected, with only the wind picking up slightly.

The ghost ship he was currently standing on was built through the combined efforts of Harland Rooney and another newly advanced 'Artisan', using a 'Wraith' Beyonder characteristic and a 'Navigator' Beyonder characteristic.

This was also the reason Aaron could reach the edge of the safe shipping lane east of Toscat Island in a short time. After all, to explore the sea where the ruins of the God War were located, a sufficiently safe ship was essential.

Without anyone steering it, the ghost ship left the safe shipping lane and headed towards the hidden route, towards the legendary ruins of the God War.

The light in front of the ship gradually dimmed, and mist filled the air, making visibility very low. It was difficult to distinguish between dangerous and safe areas with the naked eye alone.

After leaving the safe shipping lane, it was easy to encounter various monsters, some of which were huge and highly aggressive. Once they surfaced, they would swallow the ship in one gulp.

The 'Demon Button' in his arms rippled, and an indescribable malice surfaced in his heart. Following his spiritual intuition, Aaron suddenly turned his head. A sinister, dark, colossal object had appeared behind him at some point.

Golden light flickered in his pupils. Aaron discovered that it was actually a sailing ship nearly two hundred meters long, with its bow and stern raised high, the whole resembling a crescent moon.

Its surface was painted black; the cannons on the ship's side were arranged in three rows, orderly from top to bottom; the parts protruding from the deck, aside from the mast, were also tall and massive, at least equivalent to a five-story building.

The most peculiar thing about this ship was that it had only one sail, on which a black tombstone was depicted.

Death Knell, 'Undying King' Agarito...

Aaron felt no fear at all, a smile even appearing on his face. He took out 'Groscell's Travels' from his arms, the 'Ring of Concealment' on his left hand glowed faintly, and his right hand tightly gripped the 'Sword of Judgment'.

The split consciousness within the Source abruptly opened its eyes, and the 'Scepter of the Sun' had already leaped from the pile of sundries.

Before he could strike first, the Death Knell in the distance suddenly changed direction and sped away from here at an unprecedented speed.

It ran, it ran away... Aaron's mouth twitched slightly. Without hesitation, the ghost ship under his feet became illusory, the patterns of waves appearing on its hull, and it chased after the 'Death Knell'.

Seemingly sensing the threat that had been pursuing it, the 'Death Knell' emitted a viscous black mist. It was filled with a decadent and evil aura, condensing into a pitch-black arrow inscribed with twisted, grotesque symbols that shot towards him. Indescribable whispers seemed to echo in the void.

Having endured the torment of whispers within the Source for several epochs, Aaron had an incredible resistance to such sounds and was not controlled or affected by them.

Sensing the terrifying pollution contained within the pitch-black arrow, the 'Ring of Concealment' emitted golden light, and the recorded 'Domain of Pursuing Light' was directly released.

The scattered scorching white light stirred up a tsunami. After everything returned to calm, the 'Death Knell' had long since disappeared without a trace.

Recalling the scene from earlier, Aaron sighed lightly with some regret. Due to the existence of malice perception, the best way to hunt high-level Beyonders of the Demon pathway was by chance encounter.

And the attack just now clearly corresponded to Sequence 3 'Whisperer', which meant the 'Death Knell' itself had taken action.

Withdrawing his gaze, Aaron glanced at the clock in the cabin. The time was already close to midnight. After performing a divination to confirm that there would be no danger in this area in the short term, Aaron went above the dark golden mist.

He let his split consciousness sit on the throne, while he returned to his exclusive high-backed chair as a favored one. After getting used to this peculiar dual perspective, his spirituality extended towards the prayer light spots.

Dark golden light then rose from the stone chairs below, and figures appeared one by one. Their gazes met, and they all discovered the suddenly added new member - Mobert.

Being watched by gazes of unclear meaning, even Mobert, who was mentally prepared, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Just as everyone had different thoughts, the majestic figure on the throne spoke calmly, his solemn and vast voice echoing:

"The apocalypse is approaching. In the next few years, a world-sweeping war will usher in the prelude to the Twilight of the Gods."

"Your time is running out. From today onwards, the Council of Chaos will be held once a month, on the last day of each month."

All members were stunned by the vast information revealed in the words of this great existence, but they did not forget to stand up and salute:

"We will heed your teachings..."

Many people's thoughts were racing. After trading for a few mid-sequence potion formulas, the trading session ended.

Even though he really wanted to trade for the Sequence 4 'Parasite' potion formula in Aaron's hand, he decided to wait and see for now and propose the trade next time.

On one hand, it was out of caution, but the most crucial reason was that he was not only penniless but had also signed a 'bond of servitude', so he simply couldn't afford a demigod Beyonder characteristic.

Check Wolde, who had just traded for the Sequence 6 'Schemer' potion formula, was the first to speak:

"A high-ranking figure from the Church of the God of War personally visited the Holy Cathedral of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun in Intis' capital. No one knows what happened."

"Furthermore, I have reached the Mingerminsk Mountains in the Forsac Empire. The atmosphere of war here is extraordinarily intense, like... well, a powder keg that is about to be filled."

Check Wolde thought for a moment and used a somewhat inappropriate adjective for his analogy.

Combined with the previous information, everyone had a feeling that a storm was brewing. In this silent atmosphere, Ferron Eddas, who had also successfully traded for the Sequence 6 'Navigator' potion formula, slowly said:

"The 'Golden Dream' has been in the Sea of Fog for almost a month. We followed the route on the treasure map we found, but unfortunately, last week we encountered a rare fog vortex."

"As a result, we deviated from the normal route and arrived in an unexplored sea area. We found a primitive island, and legend has it that elves live there."

"But the captain said that there is a demigod in a not-so-good state sleeping deep within the island, seemingly polluted. The captain seems to be trying to use a ritual to reduce the impact of the pollution."

"He hopes to establish contact with that demigod elf and ask about the location of this sea area and whether the source of the pollution indicates that this area is extremely dangerous."

Mobert, who had been silent, was stunned for a moment, and asked back with surprise and joy:

"Elves? You met many elves?"

He knew that Shartus' greatest wish after leaving 'Groscell's Travels' was to find her people. He had originally thought elves were extinct but found an unexpected surprise here.

Although Ferron Eddas was a little surprised by the reaction of this new member, he patiently explained:

"Yes, they came to the Sea of Fog a long time ago via a massive ghost ship and settled on that island. They seem to worship an existence called the 'Queen of Disaster'."

Chapter 187: God War Relics

"Calamity Queen" Gohnasium!

A name surfaced in Mobet's heart. Having lived with Sharats for so long in "Groselle's Travels," he knew a little about some things.

His expression shifted for a while, and he didn't continue to press the matter, actively ending the topic.

Aaron, on the other hand, became interested. Both the island inhabited by elves and the ghost ship that helped their tribe migrate held considerable value.

After truly achieving Sequence 0 "Black Emperor," Roselle realized that the Emperor's subjects were not limited to humans.

To truly confront the Outer Deities after the original barrier was shattered, one must become an Old One, and therefore accommodating the "Black Emperor" uniqueness was essential.

In the future Kingdom of God on Earth, those prostrating before the Emperor's majesty would not only be humans but also elves and giants. Actively playing the role and then accommodating the uniqueness of an adjacent pathway could minimize the subsequent negative effects of accommodation.

With this thought in mind, Aaron, pretending to be a favored one, smiled and said:

"I am quite interested in elves and have some understanding of that Calamity Queen, but I have been busy with other matters recently and cannot spare the time."

"You can set up a ritual like this, and then pray to the Great Lord of Order, and you can transmit the spiritual world coordinates from there to me."

As Aaron spoke, his spirituality stirred slightly, and a ritual composed of complex and strange symbols appeared before Ferren-Edas. This was taught to him by Astolfo after his memory recovered.

Although he was very curious about what the favored one was busy with, Ferren still suppressed his curiosity, concentrated on remembering for a moment, and then slowly nodded:

"Okay, after the Captain attempts to communicate with that elven demigod, I will transmit the information I obtain to you along with this ritual."

The others listened quietly, not speaking again, still pondering the deeper meaning in the words of that great existence.

Seeing the gathering nearing its end, and considering that he had been off the safe route for a long time and was sailing on a perilous hidden route, Aaron actively ended this Chaos Council.

Figures dissipated into dark golden mist and disappeared into the prayer points behind the stone chairs. Aaron's main consciousness passed through layers of dark golden mist and returned to reality.

Looking at the unchanging, mist-shrouded sea around him, Aaron wasn't quite sure where he had arrived.

Entering the hidden route, encountering and chasing the "Death Knell," and with the ghost ship in full pursuit, Aaron could only discern that they were traveling eastward, which was the direction of the Divine War ruins.