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Before the Genie extricated Itself from the negative state of rigidity and the Nation of Disorder remanifested its power, the rule of Roselle twisting positions suddenly became invalid.
The Genie who lost color returned to the Land of Perfection of the Astral World together with the Magic Lamp, returning into Leyton's hand.
Upon the Genie's human-shaped body that had lost its color, individual large or small vortexes appeared, thoroughly absorbing all the gray-white upon It. It transformed anew into the golden human figure filled with chaos and distortion.
Before the Genie opened Its mouth to speak, Leyton forestalled It by opening his mouth, saying:
"Rest assured, the Magic Lamp will bound to return to the cosmos before the descent of the apocalypse."
"I can twist the rules to equate myself with the Magic Lamp."
The Genie was unexpectedly calm, as if It had long since thought of the possibility that Klein, who reached an agreement with It, would exploit this kind of loophole.
"An Attendant of Order can likewise graft rules and concepts, and furthermore, regardless of whether Roselle succeeds or fails, this world will give birth to The Anarchy, and you..."
Upon the Genie's golden figure, individual vortexes filled with distortion and chaos contracted and expanded for an instant, looking as though Its inner mind was not calm either.
"Humph, the successor of the Celestial Worthy is just as despicable and shameless as It..."
After letting out a cold humph, the Genie grumblingly transformed into streams of golden water to drill back into the Magic Lamp, unwilling to say one more phrase to Leyton.
Sheets of starlight flew out from the void, outlining doors overlapping with each other to wrap the Magic Lamp inside, after which they instantly condensed and shrank, turning into a transparent amber to close off the Magic Lamp from the outside world.
Finishing all this, Leyton cast his gaze anew toward the Forsaken Land of the Gods. He saw Aranbell, who was like a street loafer taking Bugs Bunny to scurry around everywhere.
This Incarnation of Destiny had mixed together with Amon at some unknown point, sitting at the absolute top of that towering mountain peak known as the sanctuary of the True Creator, gazing afar at the disputes between orthodox deities, evil gods, and Sefirot with high interest.
Perceiving the gaze cast over by Leyton, Aranbell casually pointed in a direction, speaking with some schadenfreude:
"That Chained God hung on the tree is so pitiful it makes one want to laugh. In front of so many people, He is still continuously giving birth to children for that Mother Tree, and further has to let out a howl from time to time to manufacture curses and participate in the battlefield."
"I saw some past and future from the long River of Fate. From the time He was captured by the Mother Tree until now, He has already given birth to children of a quantity sufficient to assemble an army—children who grow up in all sorts of messy ways. If He goes on giving birth, He is about to become a Mother even more qualified than Lilith."
"A pity there isn't a veteran Provoker here, otherwise He would probably directly lose control and turn into a pile of rotten meat growing on a tree."
....Lilith and Tolzna probably both dislike this comparison rather much... The corner of Leyton's mouth twitched slightly, and his gaze followed Aranbell's guidance to look toward the east side of the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
The original desolate land had already turned into a place where life was vibrant, spirituality germinated, curses spread, and desires deposited. In a certain sense, this place resembled the Abyss even more than the Abyss itself.
Seemingly perceiving the targeting of the deities, Brood Hive and Tenebrous World began to cooperate, pushing corruption and curses toward the entire continent, letting this place turn into a kingdom of life and degeneracy.
Even the clods of mud and the air were degenerating, activating, and reproducing offspring, germinating all sorts of demons or mutants, blotting out the sky and covering the earth as they surged like a wave.
On the periphery of the wave composed of demons, mutants, and insects, the earth fractured and plants grew wildly, forming a natural barrier resembling a primeval jungle. All life attempting to cross this barrier inevitably headed toward withering, returning to the embrace of the mother and the earth.
Outside the natural barrier, the pitch-black viscous mist projecting this entire Abyss over churned continuously, attempting to pollute and corrode that thick natural barrier, yet was blocked by countless brass-colored glimmers, consistently unable to draw close.
Hung on a tree with a distorted and bizarre posture that looked like it was composed of countless sarcomas, the Chained God's belly bulged abnormally, as if He was pregnant again.
Several tentacle-like branches suddenly whipped onto the body of the Chained God.
"Ah!"
The Chained God's body shifted, letting out a somewhat shrill, somewhat tragic and solemn howl.
This voice pierced straight into the Spirit Body, permeating with extreme hidden evil and madness.
The sharp sound waves looked as though they were about to pierce the eardrums of all surrounding living beings, causing all existences hearing this voice to tremble simultaneously, their bodies uncontrollably displaying rigidity, their minds suddenly blanking out, briefly losing all thoughts, and simultaneously being plagued by curses.
Along with the spreading of the sound waves filled with curses, the surrounding spirituality was influenced by the aura of the curses, "solidifying" by quite a bit, appearing to turn into layer upon layer of barriers to bind everything floating in the surroundings on the spot, making it difficult even for the Astral World deities to exert influence across space.
That continuously churning, pitch-black viscous mist, which seemed to extend out from the Abyss and be condensed from the most hidden evil and unpresentable desires at the bottom of human hearts, suddenly solidified, as if frozen.
Traveling rapidly in midair to outline one after another mysterious symbol, the brass glimmers also neared stagnation, letting that pair of illusory eyes capable of directly seeing weak points and creating weak points collapse and deconstruct.
The black mist solidified in midair suddenly emitted an illusory tearing sound, and a pair of lusterless, sharp giant hands tore it open from the inside.
Along with the expansion of the fissure, a hidden evil cloth doll bearing curved goat horns and carrying giant webbed wings flew out from the mist.
His surface was entirely full of a pitch-black stickiness, as if a hidden evil liquid was flowing. Within these liquids grew all sorts of oddly-shaped things that hung all over His body, leaving only a pair of scarlet eyes filled with boiling desires, appearing disordered and mad.
This was the Abomination Suah who was previously swallowed by the black mist of the Abyss. He was actively sacrificing rationality and exploding desires, using this to exchange for power and obtain elevation in all aspects.
He was not influenced by the "solidified" spirituality in the slightest, fanning the giant bat wings hung all over with all sorts of oddly-shaped things, his body dragging out an afterimage in the air as he crashed straight toward the barrier woven from the thick jungle ahead.
Boom!
Amidst a might resembling a meteor crashing into the ground, the cyan natural barrier was crashed into layers of undulating waves. An extremely evil, extremely mad aura diffused at high speed, and the surrounding air and jungle instantly dried and cracked, contracting madness.
The Abomination Suah's both arms abruptly inflated, inserting into the barrier in front of him, attempting to pry open a gap.
The infection of the curses caused the vicinity to boil. The vines, black mist, and brambles composing the thick barrier were covered with a layer of viscous black liquid, and grew pale skeleton heads, eyeballs with obvious blood vessels, tongues with sharp fangs, growing all sorts of oddly-shaped things...
The moment these strange matters grew out, they rapidly decayed and withered, returning to the embrace of the mother and turning into nutrients to nourish the earth and nourish the cyan jungle.
This kind of withering continuously spread onto Suah's body, and His both arms inserted into the barrier gradually dried up, looking as though they were dehydrated.
Along with the spreading growth rate of the cyan jungle, Suah's body fractured inch by inch under the squeezing of the vines, transforming into powder to become nutrients to nourish the earth.
On the other side not far away, what resembled an magnified version of the demon cloth doll emerged anew. The aura upon his body was withered by quite a bit, looking as though that strike just now drew away too much vitality.
"Wah-ah!!"
A sharp, thin infant crying sound suddenly rang out, coming from the Chained God hung on the tree, coming from His continuously bulging belly.
Inside that place looked as though it was nurturing a round of Crimson Moon, and a thin crimson moonlight spilled toward the outside world through His body.
The spirituality that originally became "solidified" due to the interference of the curses became active once again; spirituality welled out, life increased, and spiritual intuition grew stronger.
Whether it was the black mist coming from the Abyss, the curses coming from the Chained God, or the barrier woven and composed from the dense jungle, all came alive at this moment, giving birth to a self belonging to themselves, no longer under the control of the original masters of the power.
In the illusory Astral World, Leyton stood at the edge of the divine kingdom, lowering his head to gaze intently at this scene.
His gaze pierced through all concealment and obstructions in an instant, seeing that child inside the belly of the Chained God—a child condensed from pure moonlight.
"An Abomination of the Mother Goddess of Depravity, an Abomination let the Chained God nurture. I wonder whether it will ultimately belong to the Mother Goddess of Depravity or the Mother Tree of Desire."
"In order to take back the torn Brood Hive and let Herself return to a pillar, the Mother Goddess of Depravity also cannot care about whether Her authority will be stolen by Her girlfriend who is on the same moon."
Amidst his low-voiced self-muttering, Leyton reached his hand out to drag a long spear of an ancient style out from the void, which burned with mass after mass, speck after speck of blood-colored dark red flame from tip to handle.
The Spear of Longinus possessing an effect targeted at divinity!