Chapter 481: One Glance, Order!

Chapter 481 One Glance, Order!

Peeling back the heavy dark clouds of history, two pairs of eyes met once more across the endless expanse of time.

Within his heart, the phantom face of Blazit could not help but cry out in startled wonder:

Why are you still you!

The Land of Divine Burial was inherently a place of miracles; otherwise, those deities on the brink of fall would never have chosen it for their eternal sleep.

The God of Light had chosen to negotiate with this realm, demanding that the entities within the Land of Divine Burial refrain from interfering with the natural order of the mortal world.

The God of Order, however, flatly refused all compromise and concession, ignored the covenant left behind by the God of Light, and entered the Land of Divine Burial alone, crushing every clamorous voice.

Yet the fallen deities, their shattered corpses, broken souls, and drifting resentment, formed a new source of nourishment, once more enriching this region and rendering it far more bizarre.

Like a fertile soil bred from sheer malice, given enough time, it would inevitably birth a new source of upheaval.

The God of Order must have foreseen this, which was why he commanded Raniedal to banish this territory.

Raniedal, who had always existed as the Master God's white glove, perfectly executed the task assigned to him by the God of Order, though with a slight touch of selfishness, he left behind a mark.

This was a habit ingrained in a deity who had grown up in a fishing village; he had always lacked a true sense of security, for after all, even the world of gods was never so easy and carefree.

Every time a divine war erupted, the deities who stood on the wrong side would fall, wave after wave.

Yet though Blazit was still Blazit, he was no longer the rain-drenched skull of those ancient days.

His life had long since turned to dead silence; it was only through the indoctrination of a memory box and the passing of soul lineages that one soul after another was erased of its original memories to become a new "Blazit."

Therefore, the true Blazit had long ceased to exist.

But the problem was,

Blazit discovered that the master of this gaze had never undergone a replacement!

He was still he,

Though he now existed merely as a dog,

The spiritual luster reflected from that gaze made Blazit absolutely certain:

He was still the exact same person from back then!

How was this achieved?

Why has time failed to erase your existence, why do you still manage to retain your self, why can you still be your original, primordial self!

The fire of jealousy completely filled Blazit's heart at this very moment.

He refused to accept it; he was unreconciled!

In truth, Puer had noticed this long ago and had once spoken of it in a joking manner;

She said, you stupid dog, the God of Order is truly good to you; anyone else doing what you did would have been directly slain and cast down by another Master God, yet the God of Order merely sealed you away.

One must remember that at the end of the previous era, the God of Order had gone on a mad slaughter of deities; there was no reason for him to show you special leniency.

In short, after this single exchange of glances, Blazit dragged Raniedal into a domain of his own.

Within this domain, he held every advantage, he could control everything, and he was the absolute master.

Yet in the depths of a pitch-black expanse, a golden retriever lay there lazily, not even forgetting to wag its tail to express its utter disdain for this place.

Compared to the current situation, Kevin was actually more afraid of a net or a javelin; since you cannot kill me physically in the simplest way... then on the spiritual level, let us see how you intend to bewitch me!

Kevin rested his chin on his paws and yawned, looking as though he was fully prepared to enjoy the performance from Blazit.

There was once an old man, the most powerful existence I have encountered since my return to this world, who tried everything to kill me, even resorting to his soul fire, yet he failed;

Well... he did succeed in the end.

But that only resulted in stuffing me into a living body, forcing me to possess a distinct boundary between "life" and "death."

Right now, you are merely a phantom face, and not even all of you has arrived.

Come on,

I am just lying right here,

Do me in!

It seemed Blazit himself knew that he could do nothing to this individual, so he did not waste his energy launching any kind of attack.

A phantom face coalesced, manifesting before Kevin.

Kevin frowned, raised his dog head, leaned backward, and waved his paw before him, displaying an unmistakable expression of disgust.

"Why are you still you!"

Blazit asked the question directly, not hesitating to completely ignore what was happening outside.

Kevin continued to wave his paw.

Blazit understood exactly what the dog before him was expressing; to learn the answer, he endured the humiliation and voluntarily took a few steps back.

Kevin nodded in satisfaction.

"Answer me!"

"Woof!"

Blazit: "..."

A smile played on Kevin's dog mouth; having just been summoned by an over-spec divine descent ritual, he had been pushed out of his position by "Gallen" right after modifying his body, leaving him humiliated and furious at the time, and when he finally turned into a dog, he was once pushed to exasperation.

But gradually, he too realized that those existences who once belonged to his era were now withering away one by one.

Just like that vicious three-headed hound suppressed on the fiery island, it too had long undergone generations of "self-breeding," and Rielsa within the Gate of Samsara was left as nothing but an empty shell, like a massive walking corpse.

Happiness is born entirely from comparison; though his current state was quite miserable, at least he was still his original self.

Therefore, the various reactions of Blazit before him only made Kevin feel all the more comfortable.

Perhaps his past self in the previous era had walked too hard and too tired; this time, he might as well just lie flat on a dog cushion.

Although he knew Gallen was not the God of Order, what was certain was that he was becoming more and more like the God of Order; he did not mind if Gallen inherited the issues that the God of Order once possessed, even though he knew Gallen was extremely resistant to it;

Because to him, that period of time spent following behind the God of Order, though accompanied by countless moments of anxiety and fear, was, in the grand scheme of things, something he was very proud of.

When you did things for other Master Gods, they would still make excuses about what they promised you, talking to you about the bigger picture and misgivings; only the God of Order, once the quota of missions was met, directly threw out his own throne to shatter the Sea God's barrier, helping him suppress and slay the Sea God.

Those who love to read divine history always believe the God of Order was utterly ruthless, and even those within the Church of Order believe that ruthlessness is the true reflection of what Order should be;

Yet he felt that being able to do things for the God of Order would forever be his honor.

It was no wonder that Lord Dal within the Gate of Samsara, after discerning Gallen's "true identity," had uttered such a sigh of lament to his own true body:

He has, after all, found his way back to that once most familiar position.

Blazit's fury had long been ignited, and he began to curse repeatedly that the prelude to a new era for Raniedal had already begun, and the return of the gods was a foregone conclusion.

To this, Kevin did not even care to listen, because he did not believe that the things bred from the remnants in the Land of Divine Burial could know anything about the situation outside; when your knowledge and experience are rich enough, it is no easy task even if you want to be deceived.

In the end,

Blazit calmed down, opened his mouth, and asked:

"Shall we make a deal?"

Kevin tilted his head, remaining entirely unresponsive.

“I know you can find the coordinates of the God-Burial Ground. I want you to guide us there.”

Kevin merely shifted his angle, continuing to tilt his head as he extended his tongue to lick his lips; clearly, this transaction held absolutely no meaning for him.

What kind of dog could ever presume to make decisions for its master at home?

“This is still the era before the gods awaken. If we can seize the God-Burial Ground and bring it forth before that happens, we will grasp dominion over this world in advance, and those holy churches will be powerless to stop us!

We can establish a new order, and we can rule this world!”

Kevin let out a sneeze, using a paw to wipe away the fluid.

Blythe suddenly flashed a grin. “Perhaps you remain unaware of who precisely lies entombed within that God-Burial Ground?”

Kevin closed his eyes; were it not for the sheer affectation of it, he would have genuinely liked to feign a snoring sound.

“Back then, you really ought to have inspected the God-Burial Ground properly, thoroughly. Oh, but of course, you did not dare to. Because you knew that even though the God of Order had swept clean through this place, there remained powerful existences who dared not defy him, yet were never fully rooted out. You could sense them, buried deep beneath the earth.

Yet I believe nothing could ever truly escape the eyes of the God of Order. Do you know? When I prepared to launch a sneak attack upon him, deploying my most potent allure, he merely cast a single glance backward, and my physical form instantly disintegrated!

The God of Order surely never told you, did he?

Mylas—

She is buried within the God-Burial Ground!”

Kevin instantly reared his canine head, his eyes widening dramatically.

If there remained anything in this world capable of making the great Ranedal forsake all else, it was that single beam of moonlight that had once illuminated his youth.

It was for her sake that he had embarked upon the path of ascension to godhood.

It was for her sake that he had not hesitated to toil and run errands for the master gods.

It was for her sake that he had personally suppressed the God of the Sea!

Yet in the end, he had still failed to find any trace of her; she had seemed to vanish completely, and no matter how desperately he strove, he could not unearth even a fraction of a shard of her aura.

It was precisely due to this predicament that he had chosen to study that which even the gods regarded with trepidation... Time.

“The God of Order knew long ago that Mylas slept her eternal sleep there, yet in order to keep you working for him, he chose to keep you in the dark, heh heh heh...”

Hearing up to this point,

the shock that had gripped Kevin’s canine visage rapidly receded into tranquility, and the astonishment in his eyes gave way to a profound, unfathomable depth.

You have underestimated the God of Order.

Perceiving the shift in Kevin’s expression, Blythe pressed on: “I shall let you bear witness. When the time comes, you can reconsider whether or not to agree to my terms!”

...

With his subordinates and teammates throwing everything they had into assisting him, the path before Karen lay completely unobstructed; his Sword of Arrius had by now fully impaled the chest of the hunchbacked youth’s headless torso.

Then,

the Fire of Light and the Fire of Order erupted simultaneously across Karen's form, converging upon the Sword of Arrius and channeling entirely into the interior of the hunchbacked youth.

“Aaaaargh!!!!”

“Aaaaargh!!!!”

A total of five or six distinct, agonized shrieks echoed from within the headless frame, giving Karen the distinct sensation of having thrust a burning torch straight into a hornet's nest.

In truth, the body of the hunchbacked youth served precisely the function of a parasitic nest.

“You court death!”

A male voice slammed directly against Karen’s soul.

“Beguilement!”

Alfred’s voice rang low and deep as the Eye of the Succubus activated, deliberately redirecting the mental tempest meant for Karen onto himself; immediately, his frame began to shudder, yet his countenance remained entirely composed.

Opportunities to strike beside the young master were rare; compared to death, Alfred cared far more whether his image during each of these moments was fit for the camera.

“Get away from me!”

A woman’s shrill shriek pierced the air, and sheets of frost began to spread and crawl outward from the Sword of Arrius; this ice could not extinguish the flames of Light and Order surging from the blade, yet it rippled directly toward Karen.

Karen reacted instantly, employing the water-attribute power of the Ancestor Allen alongside the Armor of the Sea God to construct a defense.

However, upon encountering some resistance, these sheets of frost quickly shattered the barrier of Ancestor Allen’s power and permeated the Armor of the Sea God; Karen’s body was first coated in a layer of rime, and then rapidly encased in solid ice, turning him into a frozen statue.

“Die!!!”

The woman shrieked in a furious roar once more; the ice shattered, and the divine robes draped over Karen tore apart across more than half his frame, while grid-like, bloody lines webbed across his skin.

“How can this be!”

In the woman’s imagination, Karen’s body should have shattered along with the fragments of ice, scattering across the ground, yet Karen had actually endured it.

“My frost can freeze even bones to brittle dust, how could it possibly...”

Karen offered no reply, continuing to pour flames into the Sword of Arrius; the more frantic those entities within the hunchbacked youth became, the more critical their current situation was, and the more it proved that what he was doing now was precisely what they feared most.

As for the prior freezing, he had indeed sensed those icy auras tearing frantically at his flesh like countless tiny, razor-sharp insects; yet while the power of Ancestor Allen and the Armor of the Sea God had failed to stop it entirely, they had provided an immense neutralization. Coupled with his absorption of the Bone of the Dark Moon, his physical resilience had been vastly enhanced, allowing him to withstand that chilling strike.

Immediately following this, curses, calamities, corrosions, and various other negative-attribute forces began to rain frantically upon Karen; gnashing his teeth, he continued to press the Sword of Arrius forward, funneling flames into the foe’s body.

Finally, the frame of the hunchbacked youth bloated completely, transforming into a massive bubble wherein multiple colors swirled together, exuding a nauseating stench.

Yet at that exact moment, accompanied by a succession of sharp, rapid cracks, fissures began to splinter across the Sword of Arrius.

This Dark Moon Island blade, a gift from Ophelia, could not withstand such violent energy compression and was beginning to teeter on the brink of total collapse.

“Crack... Crack...”

The sounds of fracturing echoed continuously until, with a final sharp snap, the Sword of Arrius shattered entirely.

This massive clump of multicolored pus sought at all costs to fly upward, attempting to flee this perilous predicament.

Karen knew well that this single opportunity had been paved by Taafman and hard-won by his own team members who ignored all sacrifice; should it be allowed to escape and permit both sides to disengage, the situation would never favor them like this again.

With no time to mourn the blade that had accompanied him for so long, Karen launched a fist toward the mass of pus before him without a shred of hesitation, his right arm penetrating straight through with almost no resistance.

“You court death!”

“You court death!”

“You court death!”

Several voices erupted from within the mass as the pus began to rapidly envelop Karen, seeking to corrode him entirely.

Karen spoke in a low tone: “Chains of Order.”

“Buzz!”

In an instant, thick Chains of Order erupted from within the mass of pus, plunging vertically into the ground beneath; this massive glob of pus was effectively locked in place once more.

Karen flung his head back as the Fire of Order and the Fire of Light surged from his body, transferring onto the chains; agonized screams echoed from the mass of pus once again, as they were now effectively suspended over a furnace, undergoing a roasting.

Due to the process of Orderization, Karen’s Fire of Light manifested in the black hue of Order; only those currently "tasting" it firsthand could truly comprehend its agony.

In truth, from the presentation of the sea chart until now, not much time had elapsed; the most critical factor was that Karen’s own abundant accumulation of spiritual force played a colossal role at this juncture. Only he could unleash both types of flame at such an extraordinary caliber while maintaining a continuous, steady output of firepower, which kept these chaotic existences within the pus trapped in extreme, torturous agony.

Just then, Kevin, who had been lying on the ground asleep, snapped his canine eyes open; above, before the spectral face of Blythe, a vertical flute materialized, and the flute began to emit a melodious, drifting tune.

Hearing this voice, Kevin's canine eyes widened once more; he could never forget this sound, for he had spent countless nights slinking behind the rocks, listening to her play as she sat upon the beach.

She possessed a deep love for melody and was master of many instruments; the myths of the Church of Mils spoke of a goddess whose music so captivated the Sea God that he made his demands of her, and she answered him with the peculiar respect a pirate might reserve for a courtesan.

Mils...

Kevin's gaze fell into a dull, vacant stare; he refused to believe the God of Order could have known Mils lay in eternal rest within the Divine Burial Ground without telling him—it simply was not how the God of Order did things.

Yet this flute, this melody, truly bore the distinct flavor of Mils's own playing; there could be no deception in it.

Heh, Raniedal, listen closely, is this sound familiar to you?

The smirk on the ghostly face grew deeply intense and twisted; drawn and strengthened by the flute's guidance, the Sinful Cerberus, which had been wreaking havoc, received its "command," its center head turning toward this direction and throwing its jaws wide, unleashing a terrifying pillar of molten lava in an instant that melted everything in its path, though because the distance was somewhat vast, it would still take a brief moment for the torrent to sweep over them, granting the crowd enough time to escape—provided they broke the current deadlock immediately.

Either retreat to end the entanglement, or... die together.

Let us see which one you will choose!

The ghostly face, Blaizte, was thoroughly satisfied with this impromptu breakthrough and looked back down with immense pride.

And at that very moment,

Karen happened to raise his head, looking upward.

This time,

Without Kevin to obstruct him, without Alfred to shield him, Blaizte's gaze and Karen's finally met fully.

In that split second,

The ghostly face's eyes instantly widened, his intense smirk morphing into a violent shudder of profound dread and horror.

It was a torturous nightmare buried deep within the memory boxes of countless generations of "Blaiztes," one that could never be erased; the Primordial Heteromorphic Demon, master of bewitchment, had never been able to resolve this brand within his own consciousness, because a single glance was enough to shatter all his pride and mark him for "lifetimes to come."

Blaizte let out a trembling, terrified cry:

"Order..."