Quill of Alzuhod's Naming Sense

Leodoro gazed down at the material world. Blue lightning continuously flickered across "His" true body.

"…'He' is too arrogant. Does 'He' really think 'His' plan will succeed?"

Leodoro was talking about the True Creator who suddenly appeared at the end of Fourth Epoch.

"As expected of a mad God, there's no helping 'Him'. 'He' is not even aware that 'He' fell into Amanises' trap."

Leodoro's calm eyes flickered with a hint of disdain.

The True Creator's identity is unknown. The Orthodox Gods once tried to pry into "His" origins, but ultimately failed. They do not know where "He" is, nor "His motives are.

All they know is that "He" is a mad god who has shown illogical behavior which is a large contrast to Gods who had full control over their actions.

Divine beings such as "Him" should have lost every humanity "He" once had including "His" emotion. The mere fact that "He" is exhibiting hatred towards "Them", the Orthodox Gods, is baffling.

It was as if the True Creator cannot wait to tear the Orthodox Gods to shreds and spit on "Their" face.

Leodoro glanced at "His" left and saw a young man in pure white robes materialize.

"What are you doing here, Aucuses?" Leodoro asked.

Aucuses smiled at "Him" and said, "…What do you think?"

Leodoro snorted. "He" can't be bothered to reply to Aucuses.

Aucuses or widely known as Eternal Blazing Sun. "He" is the true god of the Sun Pathway and is the god of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

Upon seeing Leodoro's reaction, Aucuses' face did not change. "He" also looked down at the material world.

Aucuses said, "'His' connection to the material world is too weak. Even if 'His' plan succeed, it will not make any difference."

"Damn that Amanises…" Leodoro clicked his tongue.

Aucuses continued to smile, "As expected of 'Her'. 'She' is really talented. I sometimes wonder why 'She' did not choose the White Tower Pathway."

Leodoro sneered, "As if that bastard Herabergen will let such thing happen."

Aucuses did not reply. Both "He" and Leodoro focused their gaze on the material world.

"They" could see True Creator's Spawn slowly establishing connection to somewhere.

Aucuses and Leodoro traced the connection. When "They" saw the connection extend beyond the Sea of Ruins, "Their" smiles turned stiff.

Aucuses muttered, "Forsaken Land of Gods…"

"Why is 'His' connection towards that place?" Leodoro muttered, "His" gaze slowly turning dangerous.

Aucuses glanced at Leodoro and sighed. Among the Orthodox Gods, Leodoro is the one with shortest temper.

"Calm down, Leodoro. There's no solid evidence that 'He' is connected in any sort of way to 'Him'. You are overreacting." Aucuses softly said.

Leodoro gritted "His" teeth before "He" calmed himself down.

"He" is a true god and had absolute control over "His" emotions, but "He" chooses to remain truthful to "His" former self who was always irritated and had short temper.

Leodoro believes that this is the most efficient way for "Him" to not lost control and simulate a 'fake' humanity.

Leodoro said, "You are right. There's no way 'He' is alive."

Aucuses smiled and agreed.

Aucuses cannot help but reminisce about a figure that stood tall above all living beings. "He" was omnipotent and omniscient, an existence that transcended the levels of true gods.

But even "He" fell.

Aucuses just continued smiling while Leodoro donned a serious face.

"They" were watching the happenings in the mortal world.

As "They" were pondering about the subsequent events, "They" both paused as "They" both heard a calm voice.

"Throughout this heavens and earth…"

"I alone am the honored one…"

Aucuses instantly felt "His" mind nearly collapse, as "His" figure turned illusory. Countless dark red rings spread around "His" body as Leodoro's divine kingdom was nearly wiped from the Astral World.

"What-!" Aucuses lose "His" gentle smile as "His" skin completely cracked apart, "His" blood turning into blood red solar flares, "His" skin radiating blinding light.

Aucuses almost prostrated on the ground. "He" supported "His" body with "His" left arm, trying "His" best not to fall on the illusory ground.

Meanwhile, Leodoro's left half of "His" body had completely turned black with countless eyes sprawled on it. "He" had also almost lost control.

"He" gritted "His" teeth and tried to lift "His" head from the ground. "He" completely collapsed and lay on the ground.

"They" both focused on stabilizing "Their" true bodies. "They" knew that if "They" lost control here, the situation in the world will dramatically change.

Right now, "They" didn't even have any time to check whose voice was that. All "They" knew that whoever that existence was. "They" were both not qualified to face "It".

…

After tapping his cane, Julius paused a little bit.

He muttered, "Aren't you two a little bit too weak? Just a whisper almost sent them both to underworld?"

Julius shook his head and said, "This kind of mental strength is truly pathetic. No wonder why I foresee that both of them will perish in the future."

That's right. As Julius had the authorities of the three Great Old Ones: Lord of the Mysteries, God Almighty, and Eternal Darkness, Julius was confident that he was borderline omnipotent, omniscient, and even omnipresent.

Time and space became meaningless to him. Even the fate and future of this world was instantly laid bare before his eyes.

At his current state, true gods are not worthy of "Him" or "Her", only he is worthy of such honorifics.

Julius sensed the three distorting figures behind him. He shook his head and just flicked his finger.

With a flick, the three distorting figures instantly receded into nothingness.

Julius smiled, "Ridiculous. You three are just shadows of your past self. Before an existence that possess complete control over the respective authorities, you three should act like good boys."

Right now, Julius even had the illusion that he could fight two Great Old Ones for real. Although, he was only a Nigh-Great Old One and was inherently inferior to a real Great Old One, he possesses the authorities of three pillars!

Julius smirked and directly used his authorities to accommodate the wills of the three pillars.

After a while, Julius stopped, "Looks like I cannot control their residual wills yet without having the 'actual level' of a Great Old One. Interesting."

His gaze pierced through time and space, landing on three Sefirots, the Sefirah Castle, Chaos Sea, and River of Eternal Darkness.

He sensed the three residual wills of the pillars hide behind the three Sefirots in fear. They looked cowardly and was staring back at him with anxiety.

?!

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴?

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦.

𝘈𝘩. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

Julius snickered.

Before him, those residual wills must have an illusion that he carried the same prestige as the Original Creator. After all, who in this world can control the respective authorities of three pillars without losing control?

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬…

Julius withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, only Leodoro and Aucuses has sensed his existence. But it won't be too long for the other Orthodox Gods to notice something amiss.

Julius did not bother to conceal himself.

Right now, he decides everything. Everything becomes meaningless unless he gives it meaning.

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴.

…

"Why did this have to happen…?" Klein whispered to himself.

He saw his captain collapse on the ground without any life.

They had won and managed to keep Megose under control but at what cost? His surroundings was completely destroyed.

Klein listlessly touched his left chest, to only found that it was missing.

Klein sighed, "I'm screwed. Melissa will get angry at me."

He leaned on the wall. The light on his eyes was slowly vanishing.

When Klein was about to completely faint, he heard footstep sound near him. He saw the pair of leather boots pick up the urn of Saint Selena's ashes.

Then, this leather boots faced him and directly grabbed something out of his shallow left chest.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴…

Klein felt his anger explode. And with that, his vision rapidly turned black.

Before he completely lost his consciousness, he heard a clapping sound.

"Ince Zangwill… 0-08… You two did well…" An arrogant voice resounded.

Klein had completely fainted.

Kottman did not bother to glance at Klein. He simply smiled at the frozen middle-aged man before him.

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at him in terror.

Zangwill slowly muttered tremblingly, "W-Why is an angel…"

The ordinary quill on his hand forcefully escaped Zangwill's hand and began to write. It seems that even the quill noticed the danger.

𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭.

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘻𝘶𝘩𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭.

Kottman's smile became wider as he opened his arms wide.

He said sarcastically, "Write. Just write. Try your best Ankewelt's residual characteristics!"

Kottman looked at the ordinary quill that was rapidly writing on Ince Zangwill's sleeves.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘦' 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭.

Kottman's eyes was filled with disdain.

He said, "It's no use. No matter what you do, you will not be able to escape, Quill of Alzuhod."

Kottman slowly approached Ince Zangwill, his steps resounded loudly across the perimeter.

Kottman did not even put Ince Zangwill in his eyes.

A recently advanced demigod is not his match. Not even before he got His Lord's blessing.

Kottman directly pulled the Quill of Alzuhod from Ince Zangwill's sleeve.

Without giving Ince Zangwill any time to react, he grabbed his head and yanked it forcefully.

In that instant, Ince Zangwill's head flew away from his body.

His face still distorted in terror as he watched himself get killed without any resistance.

Ince Zangwill's eyes slowly lost its light.

Kottman did not even glance at him and just focused on the ordinary quill on his hand.

He murmured, "Do not even try to escape."

The Quill of Alzuhod wildly tried to escape his hands, but under His Lord's blessings, a mere Sequence 1 characteristics cannot cause chaos.

Kottman suddenly seemed to sense something, as he saw Megose' corpse slowly turn into pure black spot of lights.

These pure black spots of lights were slowly gathering to form a figure. It was a slow process, but Kottman could sense a terrifying aura emitting from this illusory figure.

Then as Kottman was deciding to escape, he paused and directly prostrated on the ground.

The Quill of Alzuhod also stopped moving around.

Kottman said in a deep voice, "Your lowly servants greets you Your Excellency My Lord!"

The Quill of Alzuhod began to tremble. It seems to be in extreme terror. Waves of spirituality were emitted from its body. It was as if it was saying,

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦!

Kottman sensed His Lord arrive.

The gathering pure black spot of lights also paused, not daring to move.

Julius appeared in the Blackthorn Security Company.

He glanced at his surroundings and said, "Hm… The damage is not that bad."

Then he noticed Klein and Dunn, Julius instantly sensed Klein's weak connection to the Sefirah Castle.

From that single gaze, the Sefirah Castle above the Spirit World vibrated. This event attracted the attention of beings living in the Spirit World.

Julius can even sense Lord of the Mysteries' residual will try its best to cut Klein's connection from the Sefirah Castle, but how can that happen?

After all, it was Lord of the Mysteries himself who granted absolute connection with Klein that cannot be broken unless a true Great Old One interferes!

It was a destiny that only a Great Old One was qualified to meddle with.

Julius shook his head.

𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘳.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴?

𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

The Lord of the Mysteries is the king of space-time. Even with that power, planning all these schemes without attracting anyone's attention is no easy feat for a residual will.

Right now, Julius has no interest in the Sefirots.

All schemes or plans are nothing before absolute strength.

Although, he was strong enough to instantly wipe this planet from existence. He still did not have the 'actual level' of a Great Old One to forcefully tug away the residual will of the late Lord of the Mysteries from the Sefirah Castle.

Sefirots are actual body of the Original Creator! And those residual wills of Lord of the Mysteries and God Almightly had integrated themselves far too deep with the Sefirots.

It was literally impossible to kill them off unless a real Great Old One interferes. And even then, it won't be that easy.

Julius threw these all at the back of his mind.

He turned his gaze at Kottman and the ordinary quill.

Kottman directly made an offering gesture towards Julius.

Julius smiled and picked up the Quill of Alzuhod from Kottman's hands. He complimented Kottman, "You did a good job."

Kottman was instantly flattered.

Julius ignored Kottman's excited smile. He said to the Quill of Alzuhod, "Well, aren't you a naughty one? Why are you quiet now?"

The Quill of Alzuhod emitted waves of spirituality.

It whimpered, 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦!

𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦? Julius was amused.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴.

Julius thought to himself inwardly, before he placed his attention on the gathering pure black spots of light.

He said calmly, "Ancient Sun God's half, Sasrir."