Chapter 408: The First Offspring

Chapter 408: The First Offspring

Under the dim crimson moonlight, a light mist enveloped the broken and desolate town.

Antigonus emerged from a portal, appearing at the center of an ancient church in the town, and stepped inside.

The crows on the church roof opened their beaks to sound the alarm, but in the next moment, their eyes turned vacant, and they transformed into puppets.

As Antigonus entered the church, where many corpses hung from the ceiling, the old man in black robes, the Sequence 1 Archangel Zarath of the Fortune Teller pathway, made his final resistance.

He manipulated the threads of the spirit body, tried to slip into the historical gaps, and reached into the void to grasp something, his body flickering wildly.

But all his actions were futile. In the instant their eyes met, the light in his eyes dimmed, his body stiffened, and he stopped all movement.

How could a Mystic Servant defy the Mystic Lord?

Antigonus approached Zarath, who had turned into a puppet and was now completely dead, and reached out. In his hand, he now held the Mystic Servant's Extraordinary Trait.

Although Zarath, trapped here, was incomplete, the true Sequence 1 Extraordinary Trait was in the outside world. However, for the Sovereign of the Yellow and Black, turning the false into the real was as simple as breathing.

"One more to go."

Antigonus absorbed the Mystic Servant's Extraordinary Trait and his gaze pierced through the barriers of the hidden town, looking toward the Astral Plane.

The last Mystic Servant Extraordinary Trait was in the hands of Luke.

After the retreat from the God-forsaken land, the Extraordinary Traits of the Primordial Demoness and the Grim Wolf became the spoils of the opportunist.

But that was of no importance. The Mystic Lord only needed the Uniqueness and a Sequence 1 Extraordinary Trait from the Sourcehold, Fool, Mistake, and Gate pathways to sustain himself.

This was one of the reasons He agreed to the "shared death" at the time.

Compared to the Primordial God, who required the Uniqueness of five different pathways to become a true deity, He had a significant advantage.

At that moment, He felt the "grafting", "mistake", and "sealing" effects He had invoked from the Sourcehold being shattered, followed by the white mist growing thicker and a tide of darkness surging in.

A towering figure in a dark gown emerged from the darkness, casting a silence over the entire town and bringing an aura of death.

The Goddess of the Night, Amaneisis, stood before Antigonus.

In Her six hands, two held heavy black scythes, two held terrifying swords that brought dawn, one was empty, and one held a golden bird-shaped ornament.

Antigonus smiled, his lips curling, and his gaze fell on the giant sword that burned His arm, sizzling.

The Uniqueness of the God of War had just been obtained, and there was no time or opportunity to fully assimilate it. He could only borrow part of its power, which came with a backlash, preventing complete control.

He shook His head with a smile, like a teacher guiding an excellent student.

"Do you think this is enough to trap me?"

The Goddess of the Night did not answer. She raised the hand holding the golden bird-shaped ornament and poured out a river of water that carried a strong aura of eternal sleep. The water surrounded the ancient church, bringing a heavy silence.

Then, She lifted the heavy black scythes and the swords that brought dawn, causing the twilight of decay and the darkness of the end to surge toward Antigonus. Her gentle voice echoed through the space.

"Agree to form a team."

...

In the Raging Sea, on a primordial island covered by immense trees with deep green leaves, where the Emperor of Rossel lay in slumber.

Ammun, wearing a pointed hat, classical mage robes, and a monocle, suddenly appeared at the front of the island.

The newly ascended god, Mr. Mistake, still had a relaxed and easy smile on His lips, but His aura was chaotic and complex, the pure black in His pupils gradually spreading.

Compared to Antigonus, He was the main target of the Sovereign's will awakening.

"Give up..."

"Hand everything over to me..."

"We are one..."

"My child, you have been away from me for too long..."

Familiar yet strange murmurs echoed in Ammun's ears, disrupting His thoughts, shaking His will, and eroding His soul.

The will of the Pillar was too vast, even for a god to resist.

"I really don't like being called a 'child' right now."

In the midst of His mad and chaotic thoughts, Ammun adjusted His monocle, a cold light flashing in His eyes.

"You have been too well trained..."

"Have you ever considered why, as a natural mythic being, you have no feelings for humans or this world, yet you alone revere the Ancient Sun God?"

"He was the strongest Spectator of that era... a Spectator who could manipulate others' minds at will..."

"Think about it. Would He really consider you His child? Among the eight Angel Kings of the Redemption Rose, six joined, yet only you and Adam did not..."

"Now that you know Adam is one of his aspects, why did the Ancient Sun God exclude you alone? You are me, the part that most desires the complete demise of the Primordial God..."

"Over two thousand years, and you only just discovered Adam's true identity. He has always been wary of you..."

As the mutterings echoed, the mental world's confrontation never ceased. The will of the Sovereign continuously revived, causing the pure black in Ammun's eyes to rapidly spread.

"Such provocation is unworthy of your status. Do you think I am a being who can be troubled by blind and simple emotions?"

Ammun chuckled lightly, shaking his head. He looked at the stars that lit up in the sky, at the trembling barrier that barely maintained stability, and extended his hand forward.

When he drew back, he held a bottle shrouded in the Unknown.

At this moment, the Unknown rapidly dissipated from the bottle, revealing its contents: a vial of blood with a faint shimmer of starlight, blood from the secret saint of the Aurora Society, blood from a direct descendant of the Abraham family.

"The plan is simple, but it can be troublesome if unknown. The Unknown is quite convenient, isn't it?"

Ammun's lips curled slightly. He then retrieved the Sequence Four Extraordinary Traits of the Fortune Teller, Apprentice, and Thief paths, setting up a complex ritual.

With a rare sense of nostalgia, he looked at the moon that glowed with a crimson light, and began to pray in the language of the Giants.

"Great Gate of All Gates;

"Guide of the Endless Stars;

"Key to All Mysteries.

"I beseech you to respond, to descend upon this world!"

Guided by an indescribable force, the blood of the Abraham descendant in the bottle combined with the three Extraordinary Traits, gathering in mid-air to form one after another of vile and corrupt symbols.

Countless symbols combined to form a massive gate, a gate of flesh that seemed to be writhing, over five meters tall. This gate stood on the altar, its interior dark, leading to an unknown place.

The "Gate of Flesh" collapsed and condensed layer by layer, the light spheres seeking transformation forming a figure composed of layers of doors. This figure, draped in a robe of crimson tide, continuously twisted and changed, reflecting different planets and different regions.

Mr. Gate, Berit Abraham!

Polluted by the Fallen Mother, exiled into the stars by the Goddess of the Night and the Lord of Storms, holding all the materials needed for the Gate path to ascend to godhood, the King of Angels among Kings of Angels.

The figure draped in the crimson tide stepped through the Gate of Flesh, about to return to the real world. The eyes, shrouded in crimson, revealed unimaginable pain, and the voice was unusually strained.

"Am... mun, why..."

Why bring him back?

A Gate controlled by an Outer God could open a gate on the already strained barrier, allowing the Outer God to invade, hastening the end of the world!

"Because I want to eat you. Is this reason satisfactory?"

Ammun adjusted his monocle, chuckled softly, and looked up at the sky.

As Mr. Gate was about to return to the real world, the crimson light in the sky grew even brighter, causing the already barely stable barrier to tremble once more, making the gods supporting it even more strained.

"Kill me..."

Mr. Gate issued his final warning in pain, his crimson robe billowing to cover him entirely, controlling him as he stepped forward, about to fully emerge from the Gate of Flesh.

Ammun did not speak, smiling and spreading his hands, making no move to stop him.

Not only did he not resist, but he also abandoned his resistance, allowing the pure black to suddenly dominate almost the entire pupil, allowing the ancient and weathered will to grow wildly.

"No..."

In the next moment, with a voice of hopeless resistance, Mr. Gate's footsteps fully emerged from the Gate of Flesh, returning to the real world.

The layers of doors within him, stained with crimson, all merged together at this moment.

At this moment, all the closed doors opened, and all the open doors closed again. All secret knowledge was reinforced, whether in the real world or the world of mysticism.

A true god of the Gate path was born!

"Rest assured, you won't have the chance to open the gates for them. At most, the barrier will weaken further, allowing more of the Outer God's power to seep through."

Ammun adjusted his monocle, chuckled lightly, and his nearly all-black eyes met Mr. Gate's blood-covered pupils.

"That guy's 'symbol' is really useful, but it can't be stolen..."

He extended his right hand, aimed at Mr. Gate, and clenched it tightly.

Aggregation!

The two true gods, already from adjacent paths and possessing a powerful Aggregation Effect, rapidly approached each other, carrying the corruption of the Mystic Lord and the Fallen Mother, colliding fiercely.

The mad laughter of the Blasphemer echoed through the air above the primordial island.

The Lord of Mysteries would never give up. If Mistake and Gate were to fall into the hands of the Fallen Mother, another Pillar of Creation, He would forever lose the chance to be resurrected!

The Fallen Mother would not stop either, for the Lord of Mysteries, who symbolized deceit, could never be trusted. There would never be a chance for cooperation!

This was the best solution to resolve His and Mr. Gate's predicament!

To fight pollution with pollution!

To fight a Pillar with a Pillar!

To fight the Fallen Mother with the Lord of Mysteries!

This was the underlying meaning of Adam allowing the Saint of Secrets to send the relic into the Box of the Eldritch. This was the true purpose of Luke entrusting the vial of Abraham's descendant's blood to Him!

Sensing the two terrifying wills beginning to clash, Ammun looked up at the Astral Plane, as if piercing through countless chaotic laws to see the vision of the Throne of Blood.

He smiled.

"This is my answer. Are you satisfied?"

...

"Pretty average, I'd give it a 7."

Luke's eyebrows raised, seeming to hear the Blasphemer's query, and He let out a not-so-subtle sneer.

Then, His gaze sharpened, the illusion of the Dragon Lock Well overlapping on His body, causing the aura that had ceased to grow to rise once more.

He raised the crimson longsword in His hand and brought it down with force.

Boom!

As if bringing the calamity of the entire universe, the crimson flow of light, filled with chaos, obliterated a portion of the chaotic light giant and, in the process, completely shattered the storm, waves, and thunder, weakening the Tyrant's aura to the extreme.

At the same time, the barrier's power further diminished due to the influence of Gate's ascension.

Nine stars of different colors approached the barrier, the terrifying pressure making the protection of the First tremble even more violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

At this moment, the chaotic light giant stopped clashing with Luke and turned to rush toward the barrier, where the abstract symbol of the Eternal Sun was situated.

It retreated, merging once again with the radiant golden sun.

On the surface of that blazing sun, dark patches rapidly grew, quickly covering half of the "face."

The massive golden sun trembled violently, sometimes transforming into a handsome, energetic young man with short golden hair and a pure white robe, and other times expanding into a fiercely burning, blinding fireball.

The expression of the Eternal Sun, Osekus, became twisted, His body half-covered by the dark shadows seeping out from within, continuously eroding, the dark patches on the terrifying fireball increasing, and the sacred light gradually diminishing.

The Primordial God has awakened!

Deliberately chosen at the moment when the barrier lacked support and was about to shatter!

Crack! Crack!

Clear, audible sounds of breaking, new, monstrous cracks appeared on the barrier, while the existing ones widened further.

In the Astral Plane, the hazy, ethereal tapestry of clear light, the eyes with a coppery sheen, and the mother embracing an ethereal infant desperately exerted their power. The half-destroyed storm, waves, and thunder struggled, re-conceptualizing to block the cracks and make a last-ditch effort to save the situation.

Even so, with the loss of the Eternal Sun's support, the barrier's remaining support was no longer enough!

The eerie crimson moonlight was the first to seep through the cracks into the Astral Plane, reviving the concepts destroyed by the fierce divine battle, and bringing new life and corruption to every living being and every object it touched.

A deep, dark mist followed, formless and pervasive, seeping through the cracks, the power it transmitted almost surpassing that of the crimson moonlight.

Finally, the most difficult to enter was a humanoid giant tree with chaotic scales, covered in crystalline, enticing fruits, wet and alluring flowers, various metal badges, black hearts, naked tumors, and coins from different civilizations.

The Fallen Mother, the Unstable Fog, and the Mother Tree of Desire!

The three sons conceived by the First Creator were the first to pass through the cracks, transmitting power that surpassed that of true gods, equivalent to half an Eldritch.

This was just the beginning; the remaining six would soon follow.

Then the barrier would shatter, and the true forms of all the Eldritch Overlords would descend, plundering the Earth's Essence, Uniqueness, and High Sequence Extraordinary Characteristics, bringing about the end of the world...

The crimson light on Luke's surface, which seemed to conquer everything, began to contract, not due to exhaustion, but becoming more condensed and terrifying.

The "0-01" had been completely absorbed, and the "Triumph" required for the Red Priest's ascension ceremony was about to be completed.

He emitted a mocking and disdainful laugh, His indifferent gaze slanting toward a certain place.

The figure that had arrived before the barrier weakened, overlooked by all but Luke, reappeared in His line of sight.

It was a priest with a golden beard, eyes clearer than a child's, yet tinged with chaotic hues.

At His feet, a deep, viscous shadow with five heads clung, exuding an evil aura.

(End of Chapter)

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