The continuously opening and closing cracks on the ground grew larger and larger, deeper and deeper, until connecting to the center of the earth, revealing that pool of illusory, pitch-black "ocean."
The pitch-black seawater suddenly surged violently, gushing out of the surface of the earth along the giant fissures cracked open on the ground and rushing straight into the horizon, reflecting a pitch-black, viscous illusory "ocean" full of a degenerate aura above the sky, attempting to submerge that round of brilliant golden sun.
The cracked ground shook in an attempt to close and prevent that pitch-black, illusory seawater from gushing out, yet it was difficult to achieve anymore, as if the surrounding thick earth had degenerated and was no longer under control.
Around the pitch-black seawater, the surfaces of those individual thick or bizarre vines were dyed with a layer of viscous black liquid, inevitably degenerating and finally exploding into wisps of black smoke.
In the sky covered by the illusory, pitch-black "ocean," the seawater rubbed against the air to emit a wailing, violent sound of wind.
This sound seemed to come from reality, yet also seemed to originate from illusion, carrying certain difficult-to-resist wills as it blew toward all directions.
This belonged to a manifestation of a mental storm and mind deprivation in the psychological domain, a high-level application of mind power, difficult to escape from and difficult to resist.
That round of brilliant golden "sun" was inevitably swept into it, instantly falling into a state difficult to control itself.
On the ground, whether it was those activated insects drilling out from the ground or the monsters germinating within the black fog filled with degeneracy and curses, all were inevitably affected.
Some stood dazed on the spot with their minds falling into disorder, some fell into deep fear unable to extricate themselves as they fled blindly without reason, and some directly fainted away, falling into a state of brain death.
For a moment, all the struggles between the orthodox deities, evil gods, and "Sefirot" fell into stagnation.
Only that illusory "ocean" full of a degenerate aura reflected in the sky did not stop.
A deep, gloomy vortex rapidly took shape, and the convergence effect between Beyonder characteristics suddenly magnified to the extreme. A powerful attraction transmitted out from within, continuously tearing at that round of brilliant golden "sun."
Under the powerful convergence effect, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," who was the only one capable of sparing a hand to support the "Eternal Blazing Sun" at this time, dared not draw close directly either.
As a true god of an adjacent pathway, He could not avoid that kind of attraction originating from between Beyonder characteristics either, and could only seek a compromised solution.
Suddenly, countless brass-colored glimmers drilled out from the void, traveling rapidly to outline one after another mysterious symbol, interweaving into an illusory brass door.
A scorched flag dropped down from the door. Its flagpole was of iron-black metal, and the flag surface had a large amount of dangerous blood spots, carrying the smell of iron and blood, continuously broadcasting calamity and disputes to the surroundings.
The surrounding air seemed to turn scorching hot, influencing the minds of the surrounding creatures, making people become impatient and inflated in spite of themselves, wishing to have a grand battle.
Hualala!
The sound of an illusory mirror surface shattering rang out. Beneath the illusory "ocean," the surface of all objects capable of reflecting light became deep and gloomy, as if opening a passage leading to the mirror world.
Individual blood-red streaks of lightning cleaved down in the sky of the mirror world, piercing through the mirror surface to enter reality and submerge into that "ocean" full of a degenerate aura reflected in the sky.
The will belonging to calamity diffused, causing the slowly rotating, deep, gloomy vortex to display stagnation and display disorder.
That round of brilliant golden "sun" which was about to be swallowed by the vortex suddenly erupted with a burst of brightness, disordering the space and taking the opportunity to extricate itself from the range of influence of the convergence effect.
Under the dazzling sunlight, a purple-red meteor dragging a flame tail sliced through the sky, crashing into that illusory door constructed by countless brass-colored glimmers and precisely hitting the weak point of the illusory door to "reap" it.
The purple-red flames agitated and dispersed into pieces, and then reorganized in midair, turning into a giant whose body was swirled with flames—a giant with three mouths growing on his face.
The moment this flame giant materialized, he reached his hand out to grasp toward that scorched flag.
His movements wrapped up the will of conquest; even items without the existence of consciousness could be conquered, letting them move according to his own will.
Although an influence of this degree could not conquer an item evolved from a Uniqueness, it could reduce its resistance to a certain extent.
Upon the scorched flag, a large amount of dangerous blood spots shook, emitting a crimson fluorescence tainted with the smell of rust, silently rendering disputes and calamity to the surroundings.
The ground below suddenly collapsed and cracked open, and one after another black tentacle like a python extended out from within, a portion grasping toward the flag in midair and a portion twisting toward the flame giant.
The tips of these tentacles all grew an eye, either closed or open. Any object seen by them would instantly turn into gray-white stone, losing all vitality.
As for the things directly touched by the tentacles, they would twist up, stretching out limbs and a head to turn into females of various sizes—females with very good looks.
The body of the flame giant entangled by the tentacles instantly inflated, differentiating into one after another purple-red flame that spread toward the surroundings through the cracks between the tentacles, thoroughly submerging and burning away the gray-white stones and the female limbs that suddenly grew out.
A moment later, these flames converged in another direction, reorganizing into the tall flame giant.
He made a false grasp with his right hand, dragging an exaggerated straight sword swirled with flames out from the void and wielding it toward the tentacles extending from the ground ahead. Carrying the meaning of conquest and reaping, he precisely cleaved onto the weak points on these tentacles, shattering them and burning them into ashes.
Within the suddenly surging flames, those tentacles shattered by him were not burned into ashes; instead, they fused into one with the flames, inflating and splitting, gushing out even more and even more exaggerated black tentacles.
Sauron Einhorn Medici, who maintained the posture of the flame giant, condensed his gaze, as if finally confirming something, speaking with an extremely certain tone:
"You are not Cheek."
Those black tentacles surging from within the flames did not respond, merely letting the individual eyes grown on the tips of the tentacles all look toward Sauron Einhorn Medici.
Silently and soundlessly, the flame giant's body displayed stagnation, and a layer of gray-white floated upon the surface. His body petrified uncontrollably, and his body was being conquered, no longer obeying commands.
On the left cheek of the flame giant, that mouth growing sharp teeth and spitting crimson fire sparks mocked:
"Foolish Medici, you stepped into a trap again."
Medici grinned and said: "It is us who stepped into a trap."
Without giving the consciousnesses of Sauron and Einhorn a chance to retort, Medici continued to speak:
"It is that Cheek who generated self-awareness in the mirror world, and is currently controlled by the City of Calamity."
"As long as Cheek has not fallen or been completely corrupted, this mirror image does not count as a true god, and we still have a chance."
The consciousnesses of Sauron and Einhorn used the mouths on both sides of the cheeks to mock one after another:
"A chance? Are you dreaming? Medici."
"The 'Eternal Blazing Sun' was scared away by the 'True Creator.' We are naturally suppressed by the 'City of Calamity.' Even if the opposite party is merely Cheek's mirror image, we likewise cannot beat it."
Medici pulled the corner of his mouth, mocking with a disdainful tone:
"Two cowardly fools, you two should have gone to compete with Cheek back then over who was the woman among men, instead of consistently occupying a pathway only true men would choose."
"Have you two unexpectedly not discovered that your own wills have already been influenced by the 'conquest' of the 'City of Calamity'?"
Without giving Sauron and Einhorn a chance to retort, Medici stiffened his already petrified thighs, inserting the straight sword swirled with flames in his hand into the ground.
Firelight blended from crimson and blazing white spread rapidly, submerging a very large area of the surroundings in an instant and creating an exaggerated, volcanic eruption-like might.
Within the crimson-whitish firelight and lava, Sauron Einhorn Medici's body melted along with it, converging into the firelight scurrying everywhere, difficult to be located and tracked.
The black tentacles almost fused into one with the firelight did not continue to pursue and intercept Sauron Einhorn Medici, but instead swarmed down to press toward that scorched flag.
These tentacles missed their target; that area where 0-01 was situated disappeared abruptly, being grafted to somewhere in the Berserk Sea.
The figure of Gehrman Sparrow appeared in this Berserk Sea area along with 0-01. Brilliant starlight welled out within his eyes, as if containing layer upon layer of illusory doors.
At this moment, all concepts related to doors in the entire world were shut. The mirror world connecting to all places in the world turned into a cage. The Mirror Cheek attempting to descend over here via the mirror world was shut inside the mirror world, with even her breath difficult to break through the restriction.
In the mirror world interwoven into a mass like a spiderweb, countless black and red flames interwoven, as if about to fill up the entire mirror world to search for possible existing breakthrough points.
Klein, who manipulated Gehrman Sparrow, suddenly paused, looking down a glance at the continuously churning pitch-black seawater beneath his feet. Intimations of firelight were faintly reflected out, yet there was no place on fire in the surroundings.
Perceiving the movement in the mirror world, Klein rapidly understood what was going on. While speeding up the movements on his hand, he simultaneously lamented:
"So the 'City of Calamity' hid in the depths of the mirror world. No wonder the other Sefirot more or less have movements, while only it was as quiet as if it disappeared."
"Cheek, whose state is not stable, is highly likely about to become its breakthrough point. This Uniqueness of 'Red Priest' can even less be reclaimed by it. Whether its own symbol or that unstable mental state, a living 'City of Calamity' is not suitable for this world. It is best to be capable of throwing it out of Earth."
Amidst his self-muttering, the layered illusory doors outlined by the brilliant starlight completely wrapped up 0-01, creating a back-and-forth circulating space completely isolated from reality to seal it anew.
Finishing all this, Klein pushed forward flatly with his both hands, and the newly sealed 0-01 was sent back to the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom by him.
....Under the condition where the "City of Calamity" has already noticed this Uniqueness, no matter who holds it, it is a tremendous trouble. This kind of trouble is better returned back.