Ah, Amon!
" The Blasphemer " Amon!
Leonard was no stranger to the person in front of him. He had not only faced the other's clones before, but had also heard about His various deeds and wicked character from the Old Man Pallez Zoroast in the Tarot Club.
At that moment, Leonard's thoughts were almost completely frozen, his mind went blank, and only a few ideas could be processed.
At that moment, Amon's lips moved, and he uttered murmurs that belonged entirely to the divine realm.
In Leonard's mind, a series of voices echoed instantly, as if from countless Amon:
Surprised? Unexpected?
"After realizing I couldn't obtain the ' Sefirah Castle ' anytime soon, I shifted my focus to Backlund..."
"If it weren't to deceive you, why would I play such a simple cat-and-mouse game with him?"
"I think you two must be in contact..."
"He must have told you that I'm still tracking him, still sabotaging his operations, and still setting traps at his destination..."
"That was just a clone that was close to Sequence 1..."
"Oh right, Pallez, I forgot to tell you, for a long time during the late Quaternary period, I was the Progenitor of the Jacob Family in disguise. I secretly devoured Him long ago, and then watched His descendants panic and devise a secret treasure in the place where Tudor became the ' Blood Emperor '..."
"I didn't deal with these guys because I had a feeling this treasure would be very useful. I have an avatar that has been sleeping there for over a thousand years, patiently waiting for someone to open the treasure. As for the other avatars, I didn't share this information with them, hoping to inadvertently mislead them at some point..."
"Hmm, this synchronization is my 'invention,' Pallez, you're behind the times..."
"To truly pinpoint your location, I watched those guys sabotage the traps, steal the items, watch your clone steal traits and Sealed Artifact from them, watch it carefully Devouring and digest them, and now, my patience has finally paid off..."
"I bet you're thinking about how to stall for time and wait for the gods to descend..."
These sounds overlapped, tearing apart Leonard's thoughts, piercing his soul, causing his head to swell and contract, making tufts of short black hair grow on his face, and causing flesh to bulge and throb between his ribs and waist, as if to form new limbs.
With just a few delirious ramblings, Leonard nearly lost control, was in excruciating pain, and was completely unable to fight back.
This is the Son of the Creator, this is the Angel King.
Meanwhile, at 7 Pinster Street, a change occurred: rows of dark stone pillars rose up, supporting a magnificent church.
Every pillar, every arch, and every dome of this church is inlaid with the bones of different races. They are densely packed together in an extremely chaotic manner, staring with empty eyes at Leonard, who appears somewhat insignificant in the center of the hall, as if conducting Judgement.
Standing before the cross hundreds of meters high deep within the church, Amon smiled as he looked at Leonard, who was bent over with a Distortion expression, and said:
"This Corpse Cathedral is pretty good, isn't it?"
I just stole it not long ago.
"This way, it will be at least thirty seconds before they notice anything unusual and the gods descend, which is enough."
As he spoke, Amon raised his hand and pinched his monocle made of crystal, his face full of smiles.
Leonard suddenly heard a "clang" sound in his ear; it was ethereal and seemed to come from an infinite distance.
This abruptly stopped the babbling that was tearing apart and corrupting Leonard's spirit, bringing everything around him to silence.
In Leonard's eyes, beams of light shot out from his body, coalescing in front of him into a clear and pure figure, like Angel, but without wings.
This figure was also a hundred meters tall, its surface constantly flashing and leaping with tiny lights, seemingly indicating the passage of time.
Leonard's body was then propelled backward by an invisible force, flying towards the gate of the Corpse Cathedral.
On the door, transparent and Distortion faces emerged, sealing the inside and outside, separating the Spirit World from the Astral World.
"When!"
Another bell rang, and those transparent faces, filled with pain, suddenly froze.
Leonard's figure was no longer hindered, and in this brief gap, he passed through the doors of the " Corpse Cathedral " in a seemingly intangible way.
Everything before his eyes instantly returned to normal; there was still some light in the sky, and the gas streetlights along the road were shining, illuminating the dark No. 7 Pinster Street.
From the outside, the building appeared quiet, peaceful, dark, and deserted.
Old Man... Only then did Leonard begin to regain his senses. His heart tightened, and he was about to step forward and return to the house.
However, the door of No. 7 Pinster Street stood there heavily, and he was unable to open it even for a short time.
With this obstacle in mind, Leonard finally regained some composure. He retreated anxiously while quickly thinking about what he could do to save the Old Man.
After a few steps, he stopped, lowered his head solemnly, and began to chant rapidly in Jotun:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era..."
Leonard already understood that the one inside was Amon's true form, and that the only way to deal with Amon's true form was to pray for divine assistance!
Carrying a lantern, Klein walked in the darkness and immediately entered the Fog of History, taking four steps backward to reach the top of the Gray Fog.
After hearing Leonard's prayer clearly, Klein, who had been somewhat confused and indifferent, instantly sobered up, as if he had just woken up in winter and crawled out of bed only to be doused with a bucket of ice water.
" Amon's true form went to Backlund... Amon's true form found Leonard and Pallez... Amon stole His brother's Corpse Cathedral to delay His descent... It turns out that when He proposed the game of who could find the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar first, He never intended to actually determine a winner, nor did He care about the stakes. His purpose was simply to attract attention and convince me that He was still tracking me and trying to seize the ' Sefirah Castle '... The trap of Jacob's treasure, which Amon had buried for a thousand or two thousand years, has finally come in handy..." One thought after another flashed through Klein's mind. He then raised his right hand and summoned an item from the pile of junk.
"0-61", " The Box of the Great Old One "!
This is both a Level 0 Sealed Artifact and belongs to the " Apprentice " path, which allows for better mobilization of the " Sefirah Castle's" power and the creation of more creative uses!
This might offer Pallez a glimmer of hope when facing Amon's true form.
At the same time, Klein confirmed through the prayer lights that Leonard had not been Parasitism by Amon, and immediately gave the order in the tone of "Mr. The Fool ":
Leave the scene and go to the church in the Evernight.
"And pray to the Evernight."
Battles below the level of gods, at the top of the Sequence, are absolutely not something that Beyonder of Leonard's caliber can get involved in. Even if Klein had a preliminary grasp of the " Sefirah Castle " and held the "0-61", he had little confidence and only hoped to delay until the gods descended.
Outside 7 Pinster Street, Leonard could hear the words of " The Fool " echoing in his ears.
He paused for a moment, glanced up at the tightly closed door, then looked away, turned abruptly, and pounded a tooth in his mouth with the knuckles of his right fist.
Streams of illusory soil then surged forth, spraying onto Leonard's head and enveloping him from above.
Suddenly, Leonard seemed to turn into a clay Puppet, sinking deeper and merging with the earth.
This was a rare natural spirit he had exchanged with the " Hermits of Fate Society." It did not possess Beyonder Characteristic; its abilities primarily originated from the Spirit World.
It allows Leonard to travel at great speeds through the dirt, far exceeding the speed of Steam subway.
As Leonard disengaged from the battlefield, Klein picked up the " Box of the Great Old One " inlaid with gems, leveraging the power of the " Sefirah Castle," and turned his gaze to the enormous church with a black background and white bones that overlapped with No. 7 Pinster Street.
The church blocked his " Spirit Vision," preventing him from seeing what was happening inside. He could only judge that the battle was not over by the flickering light and shadow on the stained glass windows.
"Using the power of the first layer of '0-61' to swap the Corpse Cathedral with its interior space? No, wouldn't that be equivalent to letting Amon enter the ' Sefirah Castle '? The first layer of the ' Box of the Great Old One ' alone is simply not enough to contain Him..."
"Open the second level and relocate No. 7 Pinster Street to another location? No, that won't work either. Without Backlund, there won't be timely divine intervention, Pallez Zoroast will be in even greater danger..."
"The third level? If it's opened, ' Sefirah Castle ' might change hands on the spot..."
In a flash, Klein had an idea: narrow down the target area and break through from a single point!
He intends to swap the gate of the Corpse Cathedral with the first level of the " Box of the Great Old One " powered by the " Sefirah Castle," thus rendering the seal separating the Spirit World and the Astral World ineffective.
In that case, the gods will notice, and the divine descent will be brought forward!
At the head of the long, weathered table, Klein sat in a high-backed chair and opened the first layer of the " Box of the Great Old One," aligning it with the deep red star representing Leonard.
The surging power within the " Sefirah Castle " suddenly calmed down, returning to Concealment, and silently pierced through the deep red star.
In the real world, at 7 Pinster Street, the Corpse Cathedral's doors, which overlapped with ordinary buildings, suddenly lost their luster and turned into a shallow beach, a beach with gravel and pebbles.
The inside and outside suddenly became connected, and the situation inside was clearly reflected in Klein's eyes.
Before the hundred-meter-tall cross, Amon, dressed in a classic black robe, a pointed soft hat, and a monocle, turned slowly to face the "open" door.
In His hand He held a crystal pillar formed of light and shadow, within which numerous " Worm of Time " with twelve segments swam and roamed swiftly, and everything around Him seemed to stand still.
Amon raised his head, looked up at the sky, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
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