351 Interweaving
The moment he activated the Ironstone Oath, the originally active Creatons in the space quickly shed all their passion for changing Currere and turned into a cold and empty residue of reality with William as the core.

A gust of wind blew, and dense metal clusters inexplicably fell in the hall, making it look like silver rain.

This was the effect of completely activating the Ironstone Oath—creating a wide-area magic nullification domain that directly affected Creatons. It could rapidly deplete malleable mana before any spell was formed, turning it into dead metal and cold reality.

This was another magic nullification method that was different from the principles of the Silence domain.

William didn’t understand why Aiur would give him this as a so-called trump card.

It had to be known that after using the Ironstone Oath, even if he could rely on his ether domain that far exceeded ordinary people to create miracles, the mana consumption for casting spells would multiply severalfold. Some spells that consumed a lot of mana couldn’t even be cast.

This was actually the three-stage debuff players had to suffer when fighting Steelheart Widow’s Void Incarnation back then.

No matter how one looked at it, this thing was a trump card for ordinary people to kill magic chanters above their level—to William, it was useless other than helping to close the gap in strength between him and others in actual combat.

But he had no choice. If he wanted to communicate with another timeline, William had to use this item that would put a huge burden on him.

The Ironstone Oath had a mysterious resonance with the stillborn, who was most likely Lady of Starvation’s Origin of the Moon. William couldn’t describe this feeling with the language system he had studied in the real world. It was just like him not knowing how to summarize his almost instinctive comprehension when casting spells with rigorous logic.

If he had to make an analogy, it was as if the moment the two resonated, he felt gray and pale-green colors intertwine before something was shattered by these two forces.

William turned around and looked at the Forest Druid he had hoisted into the air.

Beside the hoisted forest druid stood a man he had never seen before.

The man’s back was facing him. The black clothes he wore were a little like a variant of the Holy Spirits Church’s Second Order’s clothes worn during Mass.

Before William could ask who the suspected high-level clergyman of the Holy Spirits Church was, the person stared in the direction of the gargoyles summoned by William as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He asked William cautiously without turning his head, “Hey… Can I undo the barrier now?”

A few seconds later, the man continued, “Answer me. If we want to leave through the only exit, we have to kill this Judge. You can’t…”

Hmm, although I don’t know who he is, he’s definitely an enemy. William thought.

As the person spoke, he extended his hand and patted William’s shoulder familiarly.

His movements were so fluid that it was as if he was patting his lifelong comrade who he could trust his back with.

William didn’t stop the other party. He was stunned by what had happened.

The man in front of him patted his dragon scale pauldron and turned his head when he sensed that something was amiss. Then, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. William couldn’t help but ask, “Who did you say you were going to kill?”

William didn’t deny that he was teasing him, but he wasn’t really threatening him.

This was because in his vision, the other party looked like he was facing off against the gargoyles he had summoned.

No matter what, even a blind person couldn’t call those medium-level beings summoned creatures Judges.

The moment the other party saw William, his hand on William’s shoulder retracted as if it had touched the edge of an oven. At the same time, the person turned into countless withered leaves and floated back.

After putting some distance between them, the withered leaves that filled the sky began to reassemble into a human form. The person didn’t wait for his body to completely converge before asking William anxiously and angrily, “Who are you? When did you come in?”
Sigmond was anxious and angry. The barrier reinforced by Inverse Entropy hadn’t been opened, which meant that the other party could only have been hiding in this chamber from the beginning.

In other words, he might have stepped into a trap without knowing it.

Also, where did “Floral” go? She couldn’t have disappeared instantly while he turned, right? Or has she turned into this human male Stormer in front of me?

William frowned.

Needless to say, the person in front of him had replaced the forest druid he had tied up. It was the result of the Ironstone Oath resonating with the other Origin of the Moon, causing the two timelines to intertwine.

However, the other party’s current performance didn’t look like it should have when he was pulled to another timeline.

Shouldn’t a normal person carefully observe their surroundings before asking where this was?

Why are you asking me when I came in?

Wait, could it be…

A possibility surfaced in William’s mind, making him almost cry out in surprise.

So this was the method Zamara mentioned to break through the obstacles of the two timelines?

…

What happened next puzzled Nizemar and Remides.

The bishop named Sigmond suddenly acted as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He turned into a storm of withered leaves and summoned all kinds of phenomena through a consecration to wreak havoc in the chamber. In less than a minute, he almost uprooted everything in there.

Finally, a blurry Holy Spirit phantom vaguely appeared behind the Return Church’s favored.

Making the phantom of the Holy Spirits appear and awakening Their power to directly support the mortals in Currere was something only the Church’s Living Saints were qualified to do.

Although the Holy Spirit phantom summoned by the bishop in front of Remides wasn’t as corporeal as the one summoned by Discipline Macas in Remides’s impression, and there was only one of them, it was already an extremely terrifying existence.

However, in terms of combat strength, Macas, who could summon three Holy Spirit phantoms, was only slightly inferior to the Presiding Judge of the past among the Doomsday Watchers. Together with Demon Edge Evelyn and Dragon Dowa King, his combat strength was indisputable in the Judges.

To be able to summon a Holy Spirit phantom, no matter how blurry it was, meant his strength was not to be underestimated.

Remides estimated that she only had a 60% chance of winning if she fought with her life on the line in this environment where there was no room to maneuver. If “Floral” was included, this would be an absolutely disadvantageous battle for her.

However, such a powerhouse went crazy for some reason and began to attack his surroundings in fear and confusion.

It looked like he was fighting an invisible enemy.

However, even if there was an invisible enemy, he was the only one who left traces of destruction in the entire chamber.

“Do you think he suddenly went crazy? I’ve heard of people in the Church who go crazy because they couldn’t withstand the Holy Spirit’s will…” Nizemar watched this one-man show in silence for a long time before speaking.

“I’m not sure… Also, why did Floral suddenly disappear?” Remides replied.

“Um, may I ask… Can’t you… see it?” A timid voice sounded from the side.

It was Elise, who had just recovered. This girl was staring at Sigmond with her white eyes.

“See what?” Nizemar asked.

“Could it be that only I can see it again—the Presiding Judge is fighting him?” Elise pointed at an empty spot. With that said, she paused as if she was searching for the right words before saying, “I feel… as if they exist in two different timelines at the same time?”