Countless Demonesses of different sizes brought about destruction that felt like everything was collapsing, causing the entire main peak of the Hornacis mountain range to develop in the direction of a gigantic stone sphere.
This caused the dilapidated outer walls of the ancient palace to rapidly collapse, exposing Klein, his avatar, and marionette, who was in the middle of the hall, to the astral world.
Just as the python-like black tentacles were about to surge into the palace, a crimson moon rose up in this apocalyptic scene.
The periphery of the hall that was bathed in moonlight instantly grew wheat, flowers, mushrooms, and trees. They intertwined with each other and stacked on top of each other, sealing the palace that belonged to Antigonus within.
At that moment, the hall that Klein was in was like a ruin that had been sealed in history and the forest for thousands of years. It had been completely devoured by nature.
The black tentacles with eyeballs at their tips that resembled pythons were blocked by the crazily growing plants.
They rose up and constantly struck the "barrier" that originated from nature, causing the latter to petrify, crack, or collapse layer after layer.
However, be it the wheat, flowers, mushrooms, or trees, their rebirth came very quickly. Just as they returned to Earth Mother's embrace, they grew out once again.
Just like that, the natural barrier was reborn layer by layer before being destroyed. Layer after layer was destroyed, and layer after layer was reborn. It entered a stalemate.
Earth Mother, who wielded the Moon pathway's Uniqueness, blocked Primordial Demoness Cheek.
At this moment, a "beam of light" that most Beyonders couldn't see fell straight down from above, slamming into the natural barrier that had plants as its foundation.
This beam of light didn't have a corporeal body, as though it was formed from massive amounts of information. In an illusory form, it tore through the gaps between the plants like a torrent, heading straight for Klein, who was about to obtain the translucent mask.
The Hidden Sage!
At this moment, a blurry light shot up from the void, producing projections of paintings around Klein.
Some of them recorded the helplessness and tragedy of humans facing Beyonder species. Some used epic strokes to recreate the scene of humans using themselves as experimental subjects, attempting to fuse Beyonder ingredients to obtain strength and save their species. Some described the strange and unique folklore that came from the Black Emperor. Some carried all sorts of inventions, books, and viewpoints. Some were like the current World's replicas, consisting of gigantic machinery that spewed out steam, buildings that grew taller and taller, and clothes that made it easier to move around …
These contents made the seemingly thin paintings exude an extremely heavy feeling. This was because they bore the burden of civilization, the enlightenment and development of human society at different stages.
Back then, the God of Craftsmanship hadn't digested the Sequence 1 Civilization Enlightener potion well before advancing to Sequence 0 due to various reasons. Furthermore, "He" maintained "His" rationality and lucidity, but this also forced "Him" to divert more "His" attention to resist the inclination of losing control and madness. Among the seven orthodox deities, "He" was inferior to the other existences.
The reason why the Church of Steam was the weakest orthodox deity organization wasn't only because "He" had the shortest history and accumulated the least, but also because the corresponding true deity wasn't in a good state.
After Rosell's identity as the Son of Steam and a member of the Church set off the Industrial Revolution, bringing about all sorts of ideas, the God of Craftsmanship seized the opportunity to change his name to the God of Steam and Machinery. He shared the progress of civilization's enlightenment and digested the corresponding potion.
And as a true deity of a neighboring pathway, after the Hidden Sage chose to become Klein's enemy, "He" finally stood on the side of the other orthodox deities.
The terrifying torrent of information slammed into the illusory paintings and rapidly expanded in an attempt to crack the "cage."
However, a civilization that had existed for tens of thousands of years was heavy and extensive. The history left behind by generations of humans that numbered in the hundreds of millions was vast and magnificent. It was completely sufficient to carry the Hidden Sage's torrent of information.
As the Hidden Sage worked hard to break through the restrictions of the God of Steam and Machinery, in the Antigonus Hall, which was sealed by layers of plants, Klein extended his slippery and strange tentacles to grab the translucent mask that represented The Fool's Uniqueness and brought it close to his face.
Just as the mask covered Klein's face, figures appeared around him.
Some of them were men wearing postmen's clothes, some were ordinary birds, and some were creatures so tiny that they couldn't be seen with the naked eye. There were hundreds or thousands of them.
The hall, which only had corpses hanging in midair, suddenly became crowded.
And what these figures had in common was that they either wore a crystal monocle on their right eyes, or there was a circle of symbols of different colors in the same spot.
Amon!
Mr. Error Amon's avatars!
It was unknown if "They" had used the Primordial Demoness or the Hidden Sage's invasion to open a backdoor and take advantage of a loophole to silently arrive near the target.
Looking at Klein, who had just put on the translucent mask and was beginning to accommodate The Fool's Uniqueness, these Amons revealed "smiles" at the same time. They opened "Their" mouths and spat out words that normal people couldn't understand.
These words intertwined together, forming a terrifying and crazy ravings:
"You neglected the Primordial Demoness …
"To" Her, "Medici, who has only recovered to Sequence 1, isn't a threat at all …
"What" She "hopes the most now is for a Lord of the Mysteries to immediately be born and open the seal of the Western Continent, allowing" Her "a chance to find the City of Calamity …
"Clearly, compared to you, I'm a better choice. You're too weak …
"Heh heh, are you still waiting for the Mother Tree of Desire or the Mother Goddess of Depravity to provide help?
"It's useless. I've placed the first Blasphemy Slate in the Fog Sea, at the entrance of the Abyss, not far from that primitive island.
"In addition, with the enhanced seal brought about by the authority related to the Door and the control of half a Lord of the Astral World's barrier, no matter which Outer Deity it is, they won't be able to infiltrate reality in a short period of time …
"And without the influence of the Outer Deities, the Dark Side of the Universe and the Chained God currently don't wish to interfere in the battle of gods." They "would rather seize this opportunity and attempt to escape the restraints.
"They" also hope to quickly produce a Lord of the Mysteries to help "Them" escape their predicament … If it wasn't for the fact that triggering "Them" would also trigger the corruption of the Outer Deities in "Their" bodies, I could now make a promise and come to an agreement with "Them" to deal with you together …
Amon was deliberately using real information to fill the ravings, using this to make Klein suffer from two influences at the same time — one was the mental corruption of the ravings, and the other was the corresponding content's pull on "His" attention.
In any case, this wasn't a waste of time for "Him." On the one hand, "He" had enough avatars. Every Worm of Time's word was enough to form many words. On the other hand, "He" had forcefully mixed the information together, so a single word could represent many things.
At that instant, Amon's ravings reverberated crazily in Klein's mind. They were like sharp blades that pierced through his mind and tore apart his mind.
If it were any other time, Klein could use his level to forcefully suppress the ravings that were at most at the Sequence 1 level without being affected. But at that moment, he was accommodating The Fool's Uniqueness. His mental balance was delicate and fragile.
In such a scene, a single straw might collapse the entire house, much less Amon's avatars.
Furthermore, while Klein's mind was in a stabbing pain and his self-awareness was in chaos, the Antigonus mental imprint and the will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings that had fallen into an eternal slumber showed signs of awakening.
In a sense, eternal slumber was an extreme seal. The Amon, who had accommodated the Door's Uniqueness, could undoubtedly weaken the seal or even make it ineffective!
In addition, the translucent mask that Klein had just put on — The Fool's Uniqueness — had an even stronger will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings. It was also gradually escaping the influence of eternal slumber and resonating with the same kind in Klein's body.
Without using any Beyonder powers, all they did was create some simple ravings. Amon had made Klein lose his balance and be on the verge of losing control.
Furthermore, all of this seemed irreversible unless there was still the River of Eternal Darkness's water to allow Antigonus's mental imprint and the even more powerful will of the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings to continue sleeping.
But at this moment, even if there was still the River of Eternal Darkness's water, the Evernight Goddess couldn't be distracted. This was because "She" was using "Her" full strength to suppress the dual-pathway true god, Amon.
From this angle, the Amon were actually deliberately "sacrificing" their true bodies to hold back the Evernight Goddess and create an opportunity for the avatars to destroy Klein's ritual.
This was a little risky, but the outcome looked pretty good.
At this moment, a spot of light lit up in Klein's pocket.
The light was pale golden in color, like sticky syrup. It instantly enveloped the surrounding area.
Apart from Klein, his avatars and the thin brass book that had been suddenly thrown over by the distant marionette were illuminated by the light.
0-02, Tren Sostel Brass Book!
This Sealed Artifact stretched out its "body" in midair. As it bathed in the pale golden light, a rule suddenly appeared on the blank page. It was completely different from the previous repeated rules:
"Silence here!"
The "mouths" of Amon's avatars kept opening and closing, but they could no longer make a sound.
An instant later, a new rule appeared under the previous rule:
"Mutual attacks are prohibited here!"
Pa! Tren Sostel Brass Book fell to the ground and spread open at Klein's feet.
Under the illumination of the Magic Wishing Lamp, it had managed to escape the previous cycle and set up a rule that was beneficial to Klein.
The Amons only glanced at each other and made different responses.
A portion of them adjusted their monocle at the same time and joined forces. Then, they raised their right hands and gently clenched them, using the corresponding authority to strengthen the seal.
On the Tren Sostel Brass Book, a sentence gradually took shape before the new rules:
"The following rules are invalid …"
The other Amon locked onto Klein, who was on the verge of losing control.
Not being able to attack didn't mean that they couldn't steal or give gifts!
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