Chapter 729: All Parties

Seeing the silhouettes that emerged after the city below vanished, Ke Lai En reflexively rose from his high‑backed chair.

The Sea God's scepter spontaneously flew into his hand, and the black velvet "curtain" transformed into a cloak draped over him, poised to strike at any moment.

In the place where Conston City once stood, A Meng, clad in a black classic wizard robe and wearing a single‑lens eyeglass over his right eye, looked up at the twinkling sky, curled a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and gave a gentle nod, as if greeting Ke Lai En above the grey mist.

Ke Lai En's complexion darkened as his gaze fell on the brass book A Meng held, and his diviner's intuition told him that this book was the source of the anomaly in Conston City.

Opposite A Meng, an elder over 2.6 meters tall, with graying stubble and a square soft hat, faced Him with an angry expression.

He wore a loose robe of black with white trim; his bulging muscles made the garment puff out, his eyes were pale blue, his wrinkles few, and he exuded an air of looking down on all things.

Ke Lai En searched his mind but found no information on the man; however, judging by his bearing and height, he was most likely a senior of the War God Church.

At the edge of the mottled long table, silver words spontaneously appeared on the surface of the mirror Ke Lai En had retrieved from a historical fissure: "Master, He is the former Grand Patriarch of the War God Church. After the Divine War ended and the War God fell, He destroyed all Level‑0 sealed‑item records of the church and fled carrying the Level‑0 0‑02 Te Lun Suo Si Te Brass Book."

"It is likely a post‑resurrection hand left by the War God when He fell."

Glancing at the information A Luodesi provided, Ke Lai En asked aloud, "Is 0‑02 the brass book in A Meng's hand?"

"Yes, Master. That book was formed through the unique evolution of the Judge's path; it possesses a living trait, but most of the time it operates at a very low level, only the instinct to compile and perfect laws."

"Its first half displays almost all fundamental rules; the second half is blank, requiring one to write oneself, allowing free drafting of statutes, which become effective after proclamation."

"It despises twisted, unaesthetic rules and loathes being exploited for loopholes."

"Apologies, Master. Concerning uniqueness, I cannot see further information."

At the end of the sentence, A Luodesi added a pitiful little emoticon.

Ke Lai En gave an expressionless nod and said, "That will do."

Compared with this Trensost Brass Book evolved from the Judge's uniqueness, he was more worried about A Meng.

He did not know what A Meng, who already possessed three Sequence‑One traits and the unique "Error," intended to do with the book.

"The Judge's uniqueness is needed only by Luosai'er; I hope the Great Emperor won't trap me," he muttered softly, and Ke Lai En sank back into his high‑backed chair, his gaze fixed on Conston City below.

Above a massive black pit, A Meng hovered in midair, defying gravity, his angry gaze fixed on Laliang, and he said with a smile:

"The War God has already fallen; you could consider joining the Night Church. That way, you would still be an angel protected by the gods and could even continue serving as the Grand Patriarch of the War God Church."

Laliang snorted, "A mythic being without devout faith like you will never understand. The War God will eventually return, from within my body."

A Meng twitched his mouth corner, laughing lightly, "Each of my avatars has great confidence in myself."

"Of course, I truly cannot comprehend a paranoid like you. You might get along well with my brother, though he was only acting back then. Unfortunately, he is no longer my brother, and I can no longer call him a paranoid."

While A Meng and Laliang conversed, streams of information surged from the void, rapidly coalescing to reconstitute Beiernadai's body.

As Beiernadai appeared, Luosai'er's gaze turned toward A Meng, focusing on the brass book he held.

With Beiernadai's arrival, A Meng withdrew his eyes from Laliang, turned, and laughed aloud,

"Ha, you finally came. I thought you and your father were uninterested in this rule book."

"Would a thief give away what he stole to someone else?"

As he spoke, Beiernadai calmly met A Meng's gaze.

A Meng did not get angry at Beiernadai's words; his face remained a flat smile as he said,

"Why not? Exchanging something you don't need for something you do need is a mutually satisfactory deal, isn't it?"

"The previous Divine War gave those beings in the starry sky a chance to further erode the primordial remnants of the barrier. Now, at the final moment of the Fifth Era, everyone is busy saving themselves—or saving the world. In that respect, we are all on the same side."

"The Hanged Man has largely escaped madness, mastering the authority of the mind. Even if I now recall those traits I can disperse, skipping the ritual to become 'Error' directly, the worst is a slightly poorer state." "So why not abandon the Fool and support me instead?"

"If I become the Lord of the Mysteries, I can also lift the seal on the Western Continent, restoring you to your true form as the Knowledge Demon."

The final sentence, A Meng said while looking up at the deep starry sky.

Above the grey mist, Ke Lai En's expression turned oddly as he watched the scene, silently scoffing, "What is this? Trying to turn my ally against me right before my eyes?" He muttered, then looked down at the mirror on the table and said casually,

"Tell me, what choices will they make?"

On the mirror, layer after layer of rippling water moved; after a while, silver‑white Runic words emerged one by one:

"Sorry, Master, I cannot see an answer to that question."

A Luodesi's text seemed to acquire a hint of sobbing, and then new words appeared below:

"However, I will steadfastly continue to follow you; you will surely reclaim the authority stolen and occupied by A Meng, and return to the great throne of the supreme ruler above the spirit realm."

"Is that so?" Ke Lai En whispered, fell silent, and turned his gaze toward Lei Ke Dun, still locked in a stalemate with the monster formed from Huo Lami Ke Hai Dun.

He whispered with some doubt, "Even if it's just an avatar, the stature doesn't diminish. Why is he deliberately hanging Huo Lami Ke Hai Dun?"

Above where Conston City once floated, countless streams of information converged into light, intertwining into a 'storm' that tightly wrapped and tore the hill‑sized head.

Trapped at the storm's core, the head displayed one face after another; their eyes, mouths and other features simultaneously glowed with searing white light, as if a sun were hidden inside, constantly bursting light through the cracks.

One searing white beam after another erupted, sweeping across the information torrents that raised the surrounding storm.

These rays from the starry sky can directly damage bodies and informational structures, causing genetic‑level mutations that bring irreversible harm and pain.

The disturbed information storm was pierced by successive rays, creating fissures in the previously solid intangible barrier.

The massive head, which had displayed countless faces, suddenly became ethereal, found and passed through a hidden passage in the void, escaping Lei Ke Dun's encirclement.

Beyond the disturbed information torrent, the hill‑sized head rose from the void, its faces rapidly collapsing and reassembling into a dark, heavy steam locomotive that floated in the air, defying gravity.

Seemingly formed from a mass of illusory matter, silvery white light spontaneously surged, shaping a silver rail of unknown destination, bearing the steam train onward.

The information torrent left behind by the steam train quickly gathered, condensing into wisps of faint light composed of countless illusory things; these lights intertwined into a vortex, filling the swirling mass of light and steam.

A powerful attraction emanated from the vortex, pulling the silver rail and the steam train that tried to flee away.

This is a convergence effect among extraordinary traits, amplified by Lei Ke Dun through his own stature and the unique nature of the 'Perfectionist' to its extreme.

What should have been a passive convergence effect turned at this moment into a tangible attraction, with pure‑information tendrils reaching out from the vortex toward the steam train.

The invisible tendrils continuously tugged the steam train, ripping the silver rail as if to drag it wholly into the intertwined light‑shadow vortex.

Under this pull born of extraordinary traits, the steam train even lost its color, with nail‑sized specks of faintly glowing dust constantly shedding from the train and merging into the vortex behind.

As time passed, the trend accelerated and became ever more evident.

At the locomotive's front, Huo Lami Ke Hai Dun's face emerged, as if even his expression strained forward, resisting the suction behind.

Gradually, as this face separated from the rear carriage, the connecting tentacles of sparkling starlight between them were pulled into thin threads, then snapped.

Holamike·Haidun's face trailed an afterimage in the air, accompanied by specks of starlight sinking into a void starry sky.

Without his resistance, the remaining silver tracks and steam train, under immense suction, quickly disintegrated, turning into fragments like starlight that merged into the slowly rotating vortex behind.

Subsequently, the light-shadow and steam vortex swiftly collapsed, disintegrating into streams of pure, vast information flow; following the pure, root‑like colors that fell from the Star Realm, they returned to the Star Realm's perfect place.

(End of chapter)