Chapter 683: General Offensive!

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In the distance, there was a most colossal circular rift, from which void creatures of immense stature fell without pause.

In truth, the ancestors of many a mythical beast and alien demon had crossed over from this very place; once certain unique, independent spaces were breached, the native inhabitants within would naturally be disturbed.

As for the deities, they were invariably the prime agents of opening new spaces and domains, for their level of existence already sat at the true pinnacle of this world, and they yearned to seek a path further forward through the exploration of the exterior.

For instance, the lunar exploration of the Moon God Cult, the Messenger Space of the Pamires Cult, and even the Abyssal Sea of the Abyss were all new domains carved out by the gods—some of these realms had already merged into this world, some had severed and broken away once more, and many remained in a wild, pioneer phase, just as the Church of Order most favored exiling errant priests within its ranks to such places, nominally termed an "exploratory expedition" but in reality a "border garrison."

Miliven lowered her eyes; where she stood now ought to be the very position where God Nochi had stood in yesteryear.

Faced with the near-limitless descent of void creatures ahead, as though the sky itself were collapsing, Miliven detected no atmosphere of tension.

She cast her gaze downward, catching sight of that majestic figure standing at the absolute forefront below—the God of the Abyss.

The God of the Abyss maintained his consistent image from the murals; he wore no exquisite divine robes, and unlike the dignified, noble countenances of other deities, the God of the Abyss had always remained bare-chested.

His left arm was covered in purple scales; legend had it that he had once ventured into ancient dragon forbidden lands from several epochs past—places even the dragon race of that time dared not enter—and there obtained the blessing of ancient dragon bone and blood;

His right arm, meanwhile, burned with golden flames, which were the terrifying lava that had erupted when he broke through to the Abyss; to protect the Abyss he had forged, the God of the Abyss had voluntarily absorbed and sealed this vast ocean of molten rock into his own body;

In short, his form was suffused with a primal aura, yet it was precisely these traces that served to further heighten his nobility.

Unlike the Master Gods and deities of the same era who busied themselves with holy wars between factions, the God of the Abyss had remained dedicated to fulfilling his own grand design; if one were to compare the other Master Gods to noble knights, then the God of the Abyss was a diligent, canal-digging "old farmer."

Behind the God of the Abyss stood a vast throng of priests clad in abyssal divine robes, each holding a ring from which a dozen chains were bound, each chain corresponding to a winged humanoid below; they were not angels, for the true, traditional image of an angel was only created after the God of the Abyss broke through to Heaven, but they were the early prototype of angels.

Many of these "angels" still bore distinct traits of mythical beasts, neither refined, pure, nor noble; they were consumables of war tamed by the Abyssal Church from within the Abyssal Sea.

Yet what astonished Miliven even more was that, diagonally opposite, there stood a phalanx of knights—knights in black armor riding undead warhorses, their bodies exuding an exceptionally dense aura of solemn slaughter;

In the central area of the knights, there was also a group of priests clad in divine robes of Order; they were equally silent, manifesting a disciplined temperament that ordinary priests did not possess.

The... Knights of Order?

At that moment, a man stood up.

Previously, he had been sitting, utterly inconspicuous, so much so that Miliven had not even noticed at first glance that a man had been seated on a chair the entire time, as though he simply had not existed before.

Yet when he arose, the chair behind him instantly drew everyone's notice to the fact that it was actually the Throne of Order, and his silhouette, in that fleeting instant, surpassed everything in his surroundings...

Even Miliven, a devout believer of the Abyss and an inheritor of an abyssal branch deity, had to admit that when that figure stood, even her own God of the Abyss was suppressed in momentum by him.

The God... of Order.

In the early days of the last epoch, he belonged to the Light Faction, becoming the most battle-hardened deity within its ranks;

In the mid-epoch of the last era, he established the Church of Order and broke away from the Light Faction, no longer complying with the will of Light;

At the twilight of the last epoch, the God of Light vanished, the God of Order claimed hegemony, and began to frantically slaughter the other gods;

Nowadays, many a holy text from various churches speculated that the end of the last epoch and the absence of the gods in this epoch were very likely related to the frenzied slaughter unleashed by the God of Order at the end of the previous era.

It was only that the records of those years were basically lost, the upheaval of the world was beyond human imagination, and the growth and strength of the Church of Order left other churches too fearful to initiate an investigation into Order regarding this secret history.

The God of Order walked to the side of the God of the Abyss and began to speak, his voice reaching the ears of Nochi within this memory, and thus to Miliven:

"Abyss, you have not sought the wrong direction, have you."

"There can be no mistake; to pass through it is the direction of Heaven. Order, you have asked me the same question several times already."

"Yet, you give the same answer every time."

"Then are you still willing to aid me?"

"Even if Heaven is found, it is far too distant."

"Order, tell me, what on earth is your purpose in helping me break through to Heaven?"

"I wish to find a..."

"Buzz!"

Miliven’s consciousness snapped back from the memory; her eyes flew wide open because she had caught a glimpse of a secret history belonging to her own church.

The God of Order had actually once aided her own God of the Abyss in breaking through to Heaven.

Yet the entire church possessed no relevant records, and even within the mythological narratives of the "Light of Order," there was not the slightest description of this matter.

But this was absolute truth; Miliven believed the memory of God Nochi, because he was one of the deities involved!

However, after becoming the inheritor, she had once obtained the authority to leaf through the memory journals of all past inheritors of God Nochi, and there was simply no mention of any related matters within them, let alone a description of the God of Order taking action.

Therefore, she must have awakened a fragment of memory that God Nochi was never supposed to pass down...

Why was it so? Was it because there was something unique about her, or because she had come into contact with someone extraordinary?

What exactly was the final answer given by the God of Order—what kind of place was he searching for?

"Lord Divine Son, we are about to begin!" Kanlei shouted.

"Very well, I am coming!"

Miliven shook her head violently, banishing her stray thoughts, and arrived before the stone sarcophagus of the six-winged angel.

Inside the sarcophagus, Qianmei was extremely agitated; after learning that it was to be transferred out to act as a galley-slave laborer, it regretted its choices. It would rather return to Carlen's side—even though those few figures within Carlen's soul space were truly terrifying, save for Ancestor Allen who could offer it a sense of familiarity and comfort...

The others were existences it dared not provoke, nor even steal a second glance at;

Yet Carlen had treated it well; what a magnificent soul energy that was—he did not consume it himself, but saved it to feed to it instead. Why had it ever wished to leave him? It truly must have eaten too many souls to have bloated its wits; what rubbish freedom, what did it want that for!

!

However, these violent emotional fluctuations, in the eyes of the surrounding abyssal priests, were entirely interpreted as the angel's urgent yearning to return home!

The teleportation array was gradually activating, and the abyssal priests all around began to chant aloud:

"O holy angel, we shall escort you upon your return journey!"

……

"O source of sin, we welcome your descent!"

Around the welcoming array, there were personnel from the Sealed Space Department of this grand district, as well as personnel from Old Master Delong’s Formation Department; they had activated the divine artifact welcoming array, opening a path to the sealed space, and were now ushering in the descent of the Lax Copper Coins.

Two copper coins materialized slowly, stacked upon one another, and seated upon them was Loya, dressed in full Lolita attire, a pink, delicate hair ribbon intentionally tied into her hair.

The moment she appeared, all the priests of Order in the vicinity unfurled a scroll, casting a layer of defensive magic upon themselves to protect their minds from being affected.

"Please proceed to the command room to receive your mission."

The Director of the Sealed Space Office of the York City Grand District issued the directive to the artifact spirit.

Loya, however, ignored him entirely, glancing left and right as though searching for a certain silhouette; then, her gaze began to drift further and further away.

Because this time the descent included the two copper coins—the physical entity of the divine artifact itself—the power Loya could mobilize was vastly greater than when she had testified in court, and her freedom of movement was much higher.

At last, Loya located the rooftop position of a nearby building.

In the next instant,

Her figure vanished from the spot.

……

"Oh no, the artifact spirit has gone missing; she did not come to our command room to accept the mission!"

Inside the command room, Vic stood up in some consternation; the plan had been proceeding smoothly, but a deviation had occurred here. If the spirit of the Lax Copper Coins failed to exert its true effect at this moment, the layout of the entire mission might be distorted, or even fail completely.

Seated opposite him, Alfred silently raised his coffee cup, took a sip, and said soothingly:

"Do not worry, she has gone to accept a mission."

"Whose mission?"

"The master's mission."

...

"Brother Karen!"

Loya's figure materialized before Karen, throwing her arms directly around him.

"Come, let Uncle Neo have a hug too."

Loya cast a detached gaze upon Neo, her lips curling into a cold sneer. "I can sense the sheer multitude of distracting thoughts within you. So, stay far away from me, or else I will cause you to lose yourself in an instant."

Neo shrugged. "Listen to that. This child speaks so delightfully, worrying about my health the moment she arrives."

Karen knelt down, in no rush to issue commands to Loya, and spoke instead:

"This hair ribbon is truly beautiful."

"Really, Brother Karen? I spent so long picking it out with the utmost care, hehe."

Karen reached out to stroke Loya's cheek, his other hand pointing toward the mansion.

"Do you perceive it?"

"I do. No, rather, it is calling out to me."

"Go and seize control of it, as well as the host it currently seals and empowers. Let those surrounding it fall into oblivion."

"Very well, Brother Karen. Please wait just a moment."

Loya turned and flew toward the mansion.

Simultaneously, the desolate blast of a horn echoed through the air.

Inside the command room, Alfred, having finished half a cup of coffee, rose silently to his feet and issued his order into the communication array before him:

"The general offensive begins!"