Amon!
Blasphemer Amon!
Leonard was no stranger to the person in front of him. Not only had he faced "His" avatar, but he had also heard from Tarot and Old Man Pallez Zoroast about "His" deeds and nasty personality.
At that moment, Leonard's thoughts were almost completely frozen. His mind was blank, and only a small number of thoughts could be processed.
At this moment, Amon's lips quivered as he spat out ravings that were completely at the level of godhood.
In Leonard's mind, voices echoed one after another, as though they came from countless Amons:
"Are you surprised? Are you surprised? "
"After realizing that I couldn't obtain Sefirah Castle in a short period of time, I shifted my focus to Baekeland …"
"If it wasn't to deceive you, why would I play such a simple game of cat and mouse with him?"
"I believe the two of you should be in contact …"
"He must've told you that I'm still tracking him, sabotaging his operations, and setting up traps at his destination …"
"That's just an avatar that's close to Sequence 1 …"
"Ah right, Pallez. I forgot to tell you. In the later stages of the Fourth Epoch, I pretended to be the ancestor of the Jacob family for a long period of time. I had long secretly devoured 'Him.' Then, I watched as' His' descendants panicked and thought of a way to add a secret treasure to the place where Tudor became Blood Emperor …"
"I didn't finish off these guys because I had a premonition that this treasure trove would be very useful. I have an avatar that has been sleeping there for more than a thousand years, patiently waiting for someone to open the treasure trove. As for the other avatars, I didn't synchronize this information with 'Them.' This way, I might be able to inadvertently mislead them …"
"Yes, this kind of synchronization is my 'invention.' Pallez, you're behind the times …"
"In order to truly determine your whereabouts, I watched those guys destroy the traps and take away the items. I watched your avatar steal the characteristics and Sealed Artifacts from their hands, and I watched as' He 'carefully devoured and digested them. And now, my patience has finally paid off …"
"I'm guessing that you must be thinking of how to stall for time and wait for the Deity's Descent …"
The voices overlapped with each other, tearing apart Leonard's thoughts and stinging his soul. It made his head expand and contract physically, made short black hair grow on his face, and made his ribs and waist bulge out, as if they were about to form new limbs.
Leonard was on the verge of losing control with just a few ravings. He was in extreme pain and had no ability to resist at all.
This was the son of the Creator. This was a King of Angels.
At the same time, 7 Pinster Street underwent changes. Pitch-black stone pillars had been erected at some point in time, propping up a majestic and magnificent cathedral.
Every pillar, every arch, and every dome of the cathedral was inlaid with the bones of different races. They were densely packed together in an extremely chaotic manner, staring at the tiny Leonard in the middle of the hall with their hollow eyes, as if they were holding a trial.
Amon stood in front of the hundred-meter-tall cross in the depths of the cathedral. He smiled at Leonard, who was bending over with a twisted expression.
"This corpse cathedral isn't bad, right?
"It hasn't been long since I stole it.
"This way, if 'They' wish to discover any abnormalities here and descend, there will be at least a delay of thirty seconds. That's enough."
As he spoke, Amon raised his hand and pinched the crystal monocle, his face beaming.
A clang suddenly sounded in Leonard's ears. It was illusory and ethereal, as though it came from an infinite distance.
This caused the ravings that were tearing apart and contaminating Leonard's Spirit Body to come to an abrupt halt, causing everything around him to fall silent.
In Leonard's eyes, beams of light shot out from his body, condensing into a pure and clear figure in front of him that resembled an angel, but one without wings.
This figure was also a hundred meters tall. Its body constantly flickered with faint light, as though it was indicating the passage of time.
Leonard's body was pushed by an invisible force as he flew towards the door of the corpse cathedral.
On the door, transparent and distorted faces appeared, sealing the inside and outside, isolating the spirit world and the astral world.
"Clang!"
Another bell rang, and the transparent faces that were filled with pain suddenly froze.
Leonard's figure was no longer obstructed. In this short interval, he passed through the corpse cathedral's door in a seemingly incorporeal manner.
Everything in front of him immediately returned to normal. There was still some light in the sky, and the gas lamps by the side of the road were already emitting light, illuminating the dark 7 Pinster Street.
And from the outside, the building was silent, peaceful, and dark. There was no one there.
Old Man … At this moment, Leonard finally regained his senses. His heart tightened as he took a step forward and returned to the building.
However, the door to 7 Pinster Street stood there with a heavy weight. He was temporarily unable to open it.
With such an obstacle, Leonard finally regained some of his rationality. As he anxiously retreated, he quickly thought of what he could do to save Old Man.
After a few steps, he stopped, lowered his head with a serious expression, and quickly chanted in Jotun, "That's right.
He quickly chanted in Jotun, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
Leonard already knew that the one inside was Amon's true body. And to deal with Amon's true body, he could only seek help from a deity!
…
With the lantern in hand, Klein, who was walking in the darkness, immediately entered the fog of history. He took four steps counterclockwise and arrived above the gray fog.
After hearing the contents of Leonard's prayer, Klein, who was originally a little puzzled and a little inattentive, instantly woke up. It was as though he had just woken up in winter and had crawled out of bed only to be splashed with a basin of ice water.
Amon's true body went to Baekeland … Amon's true body found Leonard and Pallez … Amon stole "His" brother's corpse cathedral to delay a deity's descent … It turns out that when "He" suggested playing the game of who would find Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar first, "He" didn't really want to determine the victor. "He" didn't care what the stakes were. "His" goal was to attract attention and make me believe that "He" is still pursuing me and thinking of ways to seize Sefirah Castle … The trap of Jacob's treasure, which Amon had buried for one to two thousand years, has finally come in handy … Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind as he raised his right hand and summoned an item from the junk pile.
0-61, Box of the Great Old Ones!
This was a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, and it also belonged to the Apprentice pathway. It could better mobilize the power of Sefirah Castle and come up with more tricks!
Against Amon's main body, this might give Pallez some hope.
At the same time, Klein used the prayer light to confirm that Leonard wasn't parasitized by Amon. He immediately instructed in the tone of Mr. Fool,
"Leave the scene and go to the dark church.
"While you're at it, pray to the darkness."
Below deities, a battle at the top of the Sequences was definitely not something a Beyonder at Leonard's level could participate in. Even if Klein had gained initial control of Sefirah Castle and held 0-61, he didn't have much confidence. He only hoped that he could stall for time until a deity descended.
Outside 7 Pinster Street, Leonard's ears echoed with Mr. Fool's words.
Startled, he raised his head and looked at the tightly shut door. Then, he pulled his gaze back and turned around abruptly. Using the knuckle of his right fist, he fiercely knocked a tooth in his mouth.
Illusory soil surged out and sprayed at Leonard's head, enveloping him from top to bottom.
Suddenly, Leonard seemed to turn into a mud doll as he constantly sank and fused with the ground.
This was a rare natural spirit that he had exchanged from the Hermit Order of Fate. It didn't contain any Beyonder characteristics, and its powers mainly came from the spirit world.
It allowed Leonard to traverse through the soil at a speed far faster than a steam subway.
As Leonard left the battlefield, Klein had already picked up the gem-embedded Box of the Great Old Ones and stirred the power of Sefirah Castle. He cast his gaze at the huge, pitch-black cathedral that overlapped with 7 Pinster Street.
The cathedral isolated his "true vision," preventing him from seeing the situation inside. He could only determine that the battle hadn't ended through the flickering light on the stained glass.
Using the power of the first level of 0-61 to swap the corpse cathedral with the interior space? No, wouldn't this be equivalent to letting Amon enter Sefirah Castle? Just the first level of the Box of the Great Old Ones can't imprison "Him" at all …
Activate the second level and move 7 Pinster Street to another place? No, that won't do either. If I leave Baekeland, there won't be a timely deity's descent. Pallez Zoroast will be in even more danger …
The third level? If I open it, Sefirah Castle might change owners on the spot …
"…"
As his thoughts raced, Klein had an idea. It was to shrink the target area and break through it!
He wanted to swap the door of the corpse cathedral with the first level of the Box of the Great Old Ones that was pushed by Sefirah Castle, making the seal that isolated the spirit world and the astral world lose its effectiveness.
That way, the deities would sense it and the deity's descent would be brought forward!
At the end of the long, mottled table, Klein sat on a high-back chair. He aimed at the crimson star that represented Leonard and opened the first level of the Box of the Great Old Ones.
The surging power in Sefirah Castle suddenly calmed down and returned to its concealment. It silently pierced through the crimson star.
In the real World, 7 Pinster Street. The door of the corpse cathedral that overlapped with an ordinary building lost its luster. Then, it turned into a shallow beach with gravel and pebbles.
The interior and exterior were suddenly connected, and the situation inside was clearly reflected in Klein's eyes.
In front of the hundred-meter-tall cross, Amon, who was dressed in a classic black robe, a pointed hat, and a monocle, faced the "open" door and slowly turned around.
In "His" hand was a crystal pillar formed from light and shadow. Many twelve-ringed Worms of Time were rapidly swimming inside as they wandered about. Everything around "Him" seemed to come to a halt.
Amon raised "His" head and looked up into the sky. The corners of "His" mouth curled up slightly.
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