The speech of the Preservation's divine form was slow enough to make one drowsy, but every word weighed as much as a thousand catties.
"Welt, this really is, quite literally, a grand scene."
Looking at the golden rock-like divine form outside the window, Himeko's hand rested gently on the Astral Express's window.
"The IPC's tour project, 'Amber Lord Glory Day Trip,' requires a payment of 1.8 billion Credit Points to admire Qlipoth up close from an orbital spaceship at Pier Point... We've basically earned 5.4 billion Credit Points here."
"You~ all~ look~ so~ ti~ny~"
"Aidan, how do you feel right now?"
Himeko looked up out the window, though... it was impossible to tell where the eyes were.
"Not~ bad~"
The giant god's tone was drawn out; his hand, capable of easily crushing a planet, was still holding a hammer to build the wall.
"Bet~ter~ than~ be~com~ing~ Na~nook~"
At least laying concrete won't casually destroy civilizations.
Furthermore, Preservation can manifest aetherial crystal barrier out of thin air, making wall-building quite easy.
Clang...
Aidan's hammer fell.
Without a doubt, the people of Jarilo-VI's faith in the Aeon of Preservation grew even firmer.
Then, his wall-building movements stopped, and he cast his gaze into the city.
To be precise, he was glancing at something beneath the city.
Mysterious big-handed one-eyed robot in the Lower District:?
Suddenly feeling the powerful force of Preservation and realizing he was being glanced at by Preservation, the semi-autonomous machine Svarog was using the components he had almost burned out just now to analyze the current situation.
He was being glanced at by Preservation.
That's right, on this planet, the one with the strongest will of Preservation wasn't the Supreme Guardian, nor the Supreme Guardian's successor, nor any of the Silvermane Guards, and certainly not the mysterious scythe girl or Wildfire in the Lower District, but Svarog.
Aside from not yet becoming a machine with strong self-will, this robot had been practicing Preservation from beginning to end.
As for the Overworld... the situation was quite chaotic now.
His teammates naturally knew that Qlipoth was Aidan's transformation, but others didn't.
"They're all looking up in awe..."
"Look, even the Supreme Guardian is looking up in awe..."
"Is this right?"
March 7th looked at the giant god that blotted out the sky, momentarily unsure how to complain.
About the fact that my junior has a chance of turning into an Aeon every morning when he wakes up.
"He was saying just yesterday that he hoped he wouldn't turn into Nihility."
"At least he didn't turn into some terrible Path; it's quite good."
"And today, he's an Aeon," Stelle took over the conversation. "It's just super cool, isn't it?"
In the presence of the Preservation's divine body and this absolutely magnificent will of Preservation, the whispers of the Stellaron were naturally blocked out.
Aidan's massive rock body paused slightly, and that face without clear features lowered, gazing down at Belobog.
"Go~ seal~ the~ Stel~la~ron~"
Aidan's voice was sluggish; that specific tone hit Cocolia like a bolt from the blue.
This voice, this voice...
That outsider?
That outsider who had made her fume with rage?
No, no, no, this must be sacrilege; how could Qlipoth...
"Stop~ daw~dling~ hur~ry~ up~ and~ seal~ the~ Stel~la~ron~"
Cocolia's expression froze instantly.
This tone.
This sentence.
This sense of urgency!
"Let's go seal the Stellaron."
"When are we going to seal the Stellaron?"
Cocolia's lips trembled slightly as an utterly absurd thought exploded in her mind—the outsider who had nearly given her a heart attack with anger yesterday was the Preservation in the sky?!
No.
That's not right.
Could it be that Preservation took on the form of that young man to test her?!
Regardless of which was true, Cocolia felt her worldview completely shatter into pieces at this moment, beyond any hope of being put back together.
Aba aba...
Forget it, what could I possibly do to an Aeon?
Cocolia let it go.
Meanwhile, in the plaza, March 7th was looking at Aidan in the sky with a completely new gaze.
"Is he... rushing the job?"
"The rushing is quite successful." Stelle nodded, pointing at the Silvermane Guards hurriedly lining up in the distance. "Look, they're all moving now."
Aidan in the sky didn't know what his companions were laughing about. Today, Aidan only knew about building walls and using his hammer to bonk the heads of those who wouldn't let him build.
Children, I only have two hands left; can I still play as Qlipoth?
(Qlipoth only had two hands to begin with.)
"Are all the weapons ready? What about supplies?"
"Forget the supplies! The Aeon is watching from above!"
Gepard stood at the very front of the Silvermane Guards. A subtle expression rarely seen appeared on his usually steady face. He looked up at the giant figure in the sky, then down at the guitar case in his hand, falling into deep thought.
The Aeon of Preservation personally rushing the job.
Such a thing, let alone having seen it, he hadn't even imagined it.
"Officer Gepard, where are we going..."
"To seal the Stellaron." Gepard's voice didn't waver. "It is a task handed down by Preservation."
"Officer, so, what is a Stellaron?"
"I don't know either."
Gepard's expression was a bit subtle.
He truly didn't know what a Stellaron was; the vast majority of people in Belobog didn't know what a Stellaron was.
Gepard's knowledge of the Stellaron only came from some technical terms mentioned by Aidan and the others during their chat yesterday.
"Stop the small talk and stay sharp!" Gepard turned around.
"Mother." The silver-haired Silvermane Guard leader ran in hurriedly, drenched in sweat. "Gepard has already set out, heading deep into the Rift. Do we need to send reinforcements?"
"Send them." Cocolia stood up, her voice a bit raspy, but her tone was surprisingly resolute. "Send all the Silvermane Guards that can be mobilized. Notify all departments to fully cooperate with this operation, and also, have those outsiders go along."
Bronya was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily.
For hundreds of years, the people of Belobog had been praying to Qlipoth, begging for His protection and His gaze. But the Aeon had never responded...
Of course, that was just their one-sided belief.
Do you understand the significance of the heating equipment actually being decorative work, while over 90% of the heating comes from the Path of Preservation?
It's a case of Qlipoth helping silently without speaking, only to be mistaken for being AFK.
The grand procession of Silvermane Guards passed through the gates of the Administrative District, advancing toward the Rift.
The group from the Express followed in the middle of the procession, occasionally looking up at the giant figure in the sky.
Boom...
The hammer fell, clearing the way for the Silvermane Guards.
The person with the most complex expression was undoubtedly Delta.
Just yesterday, Aidan was still a weak scholar; today, he had turned into such a massive rock giant...