As Amon spoke, transparent tentacles covered in mysterious patterns extended out from the gigantic vortex behind "Him" and wrapped around "His" different Spirit Body Threads.
In an instant, these illusory black threads were lifted without any obstruction.
Thus, the strange-looking monsters were suspended in midair, like hams waiting to be dried.
The Spirit Body Threads around Amon had been stolen by "Him" at some point in time!
At the same time Zaratul launched his attack, "His" other slippery tentacles constantly reached into the void in an attempt to pull something out.
In the blink of an eye, a silhouette of a person was quickly outlined.
"He" had chestnut-colored, slightly curly hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a beautifully groomed mustache. He wore a dark red coat with rusted gold threads. He was none other than the former emperor of Intis, Rosell Gustav.
The moment this Knowledge Emperor stepped into the real World, "He" looked down at the gigantic Amon from above. "His" eyes instantly condensed complicated and illusory symbols.
"He" wasn't worried that Amon would steal "His" attack, because "He" had prepared an extremely large amount of useless and miscellaneous knowledge. Be it "Him" forcefully instilling it or Amon "Himself" taking it away, "He" could achieve the goal of exploding "His" mind.
Just as Rosell The Great's Historical Void projection completely took shape, Zaratul's transparent tentacles dragged out another figure.
The figure had a young face, but his long hair was already half white. It was raised backwards and floated in midair, half hidden and the other half obvious in the dark night.
This was an angel that Klein didn't know. "His" appearance was male, and "His" eyes were dark, containing the vicissitudes of life. "His" facial features weren't bad, but there was a tuft of thick black short hair growing on "His" cheeks. "He" gave off a contradictory feeling of being old and youthful, rational and crazy.
"He" immediately transformed into a wriggling worm, extending out transparent and slippery tentacles that were similar to Zaratul's projection.
Clearly, this was also an angel of the Seer pathway.
At that moment, Klein didn't even dare to look at the situation in midair. However, his spiritual perception stirred as he sensed a certain familiarity.
The second angel summoned by Zaratul was the son of the ancient god, the first ancestor of the Antigonus family!
This was a Historical Void projection before "He" became The Half-Fool.
Clearly, Zaratul had made sufficient preparations during this period of time.
As Antigonus revealed his complete Mythical Creature form, the surrounding environment changed again. The darkness became thicker as though it had a life of its own as it surged towards the gigantic Amon, who was wearing a classic black robe, a pointed hat, and a monocle.
In the area enveloped by darkness, all the monsters instantly turned into marionettes.
Antigonus seemed to have moved a portion of the Divine Kingdom of the ancient gods from his memories to the real World to separate Amon and Klein.
This was also a kind of miracle.
When a miracle happened, Zaratul's transparent tentacles dragged out a third projection from the fog of history.
This was a knight in full black armor. He was a demigod of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch. He did not leave a very prominent reputation in history.
However, "He" had another identity. He was a member of the Red War army. The leader of this army was King of Angels Medici.
In this army, every member could communicate telepathically with Red Angel Medici, forming a single entity.
In other words, Medici could gather their powers and also transmit "His" powers to them.
The powers of a Scholar of Yore were unable to involve the Uniqueness. Even if "He" had undergone a qualitative change through the advancement of the Sequence, it was the same. However, Seers would undoubtedly seek out ways to circumvent the restrictions and obtain help from the Uniqueness to a certain extent.
Klein had accomplished this by summoning the Goddess's divine descent vessel that only had a tiny bit of power. As for Zaratul, he had summoned the powerhouses of the Red War army.
At this moment, that projection was equivalent to a portion of Medici!
The knight in full black armor stepped onto the battlefield and swept his gaze in a daze. He immediately laughed.
"Yo, Little Raven, have the feathers I burned off grown back?"
As the historical projection he had summoned had summoned another three angel-level historical projections, the pressure on Klein instantly increased. He suspected that he might not even be able to last ten seconds.
If not for this change, he would likely have felt that he had found a way to infinitely increase his combat strength. That was to summon two angels and himself each time. Then, the projection that belonged to him would summon two angels and himself. If this continued, his descendants would be limitless.
At this moment, the ascetic leader of the Church of Evernight, Arianna, faded away and entered a concealed state. Following that, "She" suddenly appeared behind the gigantic Amon and slashed out the bone sword that was covered in strange patterns.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Amon was surrounded by the five angel projections, Klein continuously transformed the monsters into marionettes. He made them aim at him, open their mouths, and let out a bang.
One after another, Air Cannonballs whistled towards Klein.
At the same time, Klein extended his hand and easily took out a Flaring Sun Charm that had been activated and was about to take effect.
He didn't believe that he could survive such a heavy attack.
Amidst the banging sounds, Klein suddenly heard a ticking sound.
The entire World seemed to come to a standstill for an instant before returning to normal.
Klein then saw a huge hole tear open in the dark sky. A beam of pure, scorching sunlight shone in, igniting a charm made of gold.
It was none other than the Flaring Sun Charm. It had turned into a huge ball of light that was swirling with countless flames.
However, its target wasn't Klein. It had made a mistake and enveloped the demigod of the Red of War army.
On the other side, the massive amount of knowledge that Rosell Gustav had infused into him, the miracle created by Antigonus, the destructive sword that Arianna had brandished, and the transparent tentacles that Zaratul had extended had all mistakenly pointed at the same target — the black-armored subordinate of Medici.
To a certain extent, this projection that possessed a portion of Medici's will first had its mind explode. Even its instinctive reaction seemed to be lost. Following that, it was struck by the heavy attacks and quickly dissipated in midair.
Wearing a pointed hat and a classic mage robe, Amon had returned to his human size at some point in time and landed at the bottom of the battlefield.
"He" raised "His" right hand and adjusted "His" crystal monocle as a beam of light lit up.
Behind "Him," the complete, ancient, mottled shadow of the clock appeared once again, and the longest second hand spun half a circle at a speed faster than normal.
This actually took less than a second, but everything in the desolate plains seemed to have lost ten to twenty seconds.
Antigonus' Historical Void projection vanished. Rosell's Historical Void projection dissipated as well, followed by Zaratul's and Arianna's Historical Void projections.
The time that "They" could maintain had been stolen just like that.
Klein, who was about to commit a third suicide, couldn't believe his eyes when he saw this scene.
He had expected that Blasphemer Amon would be able to finish off the five angel projections. After all, a projection was ultimately just a projection. It was much weaker than "His" true body. However, he never expected "Him" to be able to play it down so easily, preventing "Him" from even having the chance to commit suicide.
He had used his trump card in exchange for such an outcome. It was inevitable that he felt a little depressed and despair.
Amon nudged "His" monocle and "Stole" some distance away. "He" came in front of Klein in a single step and smiled at him.
"If it were all" His "true body, it would indeed be more troublesome.
"However, the projection from the Historical Void has a very huge flaw. And grasping 'problems' is what I'm good at."
Looking at the Angel of Time who didn't seem to notice the difficult situation he was in, Klein's heart slowly sank as though it had fallen into an abyss.
His spiritual perception was triggered as scenes quickly flashed through his mind.
After entering the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Amon had changed his clothes. He had gone from a dark jacket, trousers, and black top hat that suited the aesthetics of the current era to a classic mage robe and a pointed hat.
After that, "He" suggested a game of escape and obstruction.
"He" appeared extremely confident and wasn't worried about any slip-ups …
As his thoughts raced, Klein's throat turned a little dry as he said in a low and hoarse voice,
He said in a low and hoarse voice, "You are the true body …
"After entering the Forsaken Land of the Gods, your true body met up with your avatar?"
He truly suspected that the person in front of him was Amon's true body, the true Blasphemer, a complete King of Angels!
The corners of Amon's mouth curled up bit by bit.
"This is interesting, isn't it?
"Your expression after knowing the truth is what I wanted to see when I played this game."
"He" had clearly admitted that "He" was the true body, the true body that naturally accommodated the Marauder pathway's Uniqueness. "He" was the first tier below deities.
This meant that unless a true deity descended, no matter how hard Klein struggled, it was impossible for him to escape from Amon's hands. And this was the Forsaken Land of the Gods. The only active deity was the True Creator. "He" wasn't too interested in Sefirah Castle.
At that moment, although he had suspected that Amon had replaced "Him" with "His" true body, Klein, who had experienced countless hopes being dashed, still experienced extreme despair when he confirmed it. If it wasn't for the fact that Tarot involved Miss Justice, Leonard, and company, and if he didn't know that Amon was best at deception, he would've admitted defeat and expressed his willingness to become "His" Blessed.
Isn't it normal to become a member of the other party if you can't beat them … As he lampooned, Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration as he recalled what Amon had previously said.
This … His eyes lit up as he calmed down completely. He looked at Amon and leisurely stretched his body.
He smiled and said, "Kill me."
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