In the first level of the Box of the Great Old Ones that had been opened, the long table, chairs, Fors, and company were like dolls. They were either motionless or powered by a spring as they repeated simple actions.
Upon seeing this scene, Boutis's hair stood on end. For some baffling reason, he had the feeling that he was about to join in and become one of them.
He instinctively wanted to react to the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact in his hand, but he saw the hooded, purple-robed woman beside the pumpkin carriage retract her right hand and half-clench it to her mouth.
A dark-colored, ancient horn instantly condensed in her palm. It had an extremely heavy and powerful aura.
The Magical Horn, the Horn of Destruction!
Boutis's pupils suddenly dilated. He couldn't be bothered to deal with the problem of the Box of the Great Old Ones. He grabbed forward with his right hand, as though he had lifted an invisible veil that enveloped the void.
The area he was in distorted once again, disappeared, and was hidden.
Whoosh!
The horn in Cattleya's hand emitted a low sound that echoed in the room, but it didn't spread out.
Under the stacking of the sound waves, the shadows shattered and the ground cracked. The space that Saint of Secrets Boutis had hidden was like thick glass that had been struck by a heavy hammer. Countless cracks appeared at the same time as they intertwined.
On the other side, a tall knight dressed in black full-body armor leaped out of the shadows. He held a long and wide sword, and his eye sockets shimmered with crimson light.
Saint Tenebrous Kesma.
Whoosh!
Cattleya blew the horn again, and everything in the room seemed to freeze into translucent amber.
Without a sound, the "amber" shattered. Even the knight who was covered in black full-body armor fell to the ground like a mirror, turning into tiny pieces.
The distorted and hidden area returned to reality.
However, Saint of Secrets Boutis also seized the gap between the two horns to make illusory doors appear around him.
Some of them were facing each other, some were deep, some were covered in mysterious patterns, and some were hollow in the middle. One could vaguely see the endless darkness behind them …
These illusory doors were numerous and densely packed. They overlapped with each other and nearly enveloped the Saint of Secrets, Boutis.
Boutis didn't have the time to look or think. He immediately opened a grayish-blue illusory door with seven brass keyholes and threw the Box of the Great Old Ones, which was about to open the second level, in his hand.
This was a Secrets Sorcerer's "Exile." He could throw a target under his preliminary control into the corresponding spatial turbulence, and different illusionary doors represented different scenarios. Danger and opportunity coexisted.
This "exile" wasn't permanent. With Boutis's Sequence level, he could only keep the Box of the Great Old Ones away from reality for twenty seconds. Once the time was up, the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact would return to Boutis's side through the illusory door.
However, at that time, the "betrayal" caused by the enemy's Beyonder powers would definitely disappear.
As a demigod of the Apprentice pathway, he had traveled to many places, witnessed many things, and recorded all kinds of abilities. In that instant, Boutis made the most correct decision.
At the same time, the Black Knight that had shattered into pieces rapidly squirmed and reassembled, turning into a thin carpet of flowing flesh and blood that covered every corner of the room.
As a cult that could only exist in the shadows of reality, although the Aurora Order had many lunatics, they still habitually concealed their actions to prevent themselves from attracting the official factions before they achieved their goals.
Of course, as long as the matter came to an end, they would definitely announce their existence.
In addition, Saint Tenebrous Kesma did this in the hopes that he could, to a certain extent, block the possible existence of the enemy, the hidden helpers, and split up the battlefield.
When the floor, walls, and ceiling of the room were covered in a layer of flesh and blood, a twisted black shadow rose from the corner.
This was a soul that Saint Tenebrous Kesma had "Grazed."
It was a powerful vampire from the Forsaken Land of the Gods, corresponding to the Moon pathway's Sequence 4 Shaman King.
If a Shepherd "Grazed" a target at the demigod level, due to their robust Spirit Bodies, they could be directly released. However, only one could be released at a time, unless the corresponding Shepherd had become a Sequence 3 Templar of Three Heads.
Seizing the opportunity when the horn in the hands of the female demigod beside the pumpkin carriage dissipated, the twisted Shaman King shadow dug out one of its eyes. It was an illusory eye, a bright red eye.
The eye rippled with a bright and crimson glow, instantly illuminating the entire room as though the crimson moon had descended.
Its pupils reflected the lady in the purple-patterned black robe and the dark-colored hood.
Right on the heels of that, the Shaman King's shadow clenched the hand that held its eyeball, causing the crimson "moon" to be completely swallowed by the darkness.
A deep, solidified darkness appeared around Cattleya, binding her to the spot, as though the scene had been fixed in place.
Upon seeing this scene, Saint of Secrets Boutis took a step forward and instantly flashed behind the enemy.
Flash after Flash, Flash after Flash. Around Cattleya, a total of eight black-robed Botis figures appeared!
This wasn't because he had created an avatar, but because he had "Blinked" too quickly, there were still afterimages left in his original spot, preventing him from disappearing for a short period of time.
Of these "eight" Botis, one released a lightning storm, one condensed a blazing white spear, and one covered his entire body in black armor. He slashed forward with a heavy greatsword that seemed to be able to slice through everything …
The different figures had different powers. Be it attacks or control, their target was Cattleya.
Almost without any pause, Boutis's figure "Blinked" to another corner, quickly turning transparent and about to vanish.
He had no intention of killing the enemy because this was Baekeland, and the commotion from their battle would soon go out of control. It would spread outside, and when that happened, an official angel might directly descend.
The reason why he had launched a counterattack before "Teleporting" away was because he wanted to suppress the enemy and prevent her from interfering with him and Saint Tenebrous Kesma's escape. This was a very reasonable strategy.
However, a few seconds ago, in a room on the upper floor of the old apartment, Xio had already learned of the anomaly at the gathering through Miss Justice's mind voice.
Although she was worried and anxious, she didn't panic at all. She followed her plan and jumped down from the window, turned around in midair, and pointed at the target area.
"Teleportation is prohibited here!"
After doing this, she immediately distanced herself from the dilapidated apartment, so as to not distract the demigods on her side.
With such interference, Saint of Secrets Boutis failed to successfully enter the spirit world. It was as though a rusty and abnormally heavy door had appeared in front of him, tightly sealing off the "path."
To Boutis, an illusory door of such a level was unable to stop him from leaving. With a little adjustment, he could directly "Open the Door" and leave.
But at this moment, another anomaly happened to the female demigod in the purple-patterned black robe!
A silver glow appeared in Cattleya's eyes. They connected together like a mysterious gigantic snake.
This was Temporary Luck, a knowledge she had obtained from analyzing the Snake of Fate's blood.
Be it the terrifying lightning, the blazing white spear, or the Black Knight's slash, none of them hit their target. Cattleya seemed to be standing at the core of the storm. No matter how dangerous the surroundings were, she wasn't affected.
The attacks and controls either passed by her or were negated by her "companions." None of them achieved the desired effects. They even helped her weaken the restraints of the "darkness."
In an instant, Cattleya's back arched slightly as white, illusory feathers grew out. They didn't belong to an angel, but a swan.
The Ugly Duckling had transformed into a swan.
As for what a swan was, the answer was obvious to a Sequence 4 demigod. It was an incomplete Mythical Creature form.
And the Ugly Duckling could also transform into a swan!
This was a powerful spell that allowed a Mysticologist to reveal an incomplete Mythical Creature form. It could be used once a day for ten seconds each time.
The surface of Cattleya's body immediately cracked open as the flesh and blood inside condensed, forming black and white eyeballs.
These countless eyeballs scanned their surroundings indifferently, as though they were the manifestation of a vast amount of mixed knowledge. As a result, the figure that bore them turned into a black blob of a higher dimension and more abstract form.
Upon seeing the dense number of eyeballs, Saint of Secrets Boutis and Saint Tenebrous Kesma felt dizzy as a storm of knowledge resounded in their minds.
The layer of flesh and blood that enveloped the entire room trembled slightly. It either dripped to the ground or squirmed without any order.
At this moment, an unimaginable aura penetrated the barrier formed by flesh and blood and surged into the first floor of the dilapidated apartment, instantly enveloping every corner of the place.
Saint of Secrets Boutis and Saint Tenebrous Kesma suffered a shock at the same time. Their bodies, minds, and minds were in an uncontrollable state.
This was a qualitative change in Dragon's Might. This was Mind Deprivation!
Taking this opportunity, the black blob that was covered in cracks and eyes condensed a spear in front of him.
The spear looked ancient. From the tip to the handle, it was dyed with blobs of dark red.
It emitted a strong aura of destruction and blood, as though it had once harmed a mighty existence.
With a whoosh, the terrifying spear shot out, heading straight for Saint of Secrets Boutis, who was standing rooted to the ground.
In the entire room, all the sounds and details vanished. Even the Dragon's Might that emanated suddenly vanished. All that was left was the blood-stained spear tip and Boutis's body, as well as the constantly shrinking distance between them.
Spear of Longinus!
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