Leyton calmly glanced at Danitz, who was still in a deep sleep, and said in a calm voice:
"It's not a deep-level parasitism. Afterward, have him pray to Mr. Fool and perform the corresponding ritual to Purify the Amon on him."
Anderson nodded, and just as he was about to say something more, he saw Leyton pull out a peculiar crown, covered in rust and bloodstains, from somewhere. His heart suddenly quickened, and his gaze was fixated on the crown.
Gulp! The sound of swallowing saliva came from his throat.
Noticing Anderson's reaction, Leyton chuckled and explained:
"This is a Conqueror's characteristic, a Sequence 1 of the Hunter Pathway."
"If you can help others kill Zangwill and rescue as many citizens of this city as possible, I can ask Medici to separate a set of Iron-Blooded Knight Beyonder characteristic as your reward."
As he spoke, specks of starlight overflowed from between his fingers, rapidly converging and flowing, tearing open an eye-shaped crack in mid-air that connected to a certain area of the Spirit World.
The peculiar crown, covered in rust and bloodstains, was thrown by him through the crack into the Spirit World, where it was caught by a fair-skinned arm.
Anderson's gaze followed the arm, and he clearly saw the appearance of the person who caught the Conqueror characteristic.
He wore a simple and plain linen robe, was tall and slender, with soft features and a beautiful face. His silver hair reached his waist, and behind him were layers of ethereal, pure wings formed by condensed light.
Anderson's gaze met the other's across the boundary between reality and the Spirit World. He instinctively shivered, seeing indifference and detachment in the other's eyes, as if observing fate and every person in the world from a bystander's perspective.
The crack torn open by the specks of starlight quickly disappeared. Anderson turned his head to look at Leyton, opened his mouth, and murmured:
"He is?"
"Ouroboros, the Tail-Devourer."
Leyton responded calmly. His body instantly became transparent, like a statue formed by countless stars.
The statue shattered, and brilliant starlight surged, drilling into Danitz's body.
The next second, an ancient and mottled giant phantom appeared above Danitz's head.
This phantom was like the face of a stone-carved wall clock, divided into twelve grids, each either grayish-white or bluish-black, intermingled but clearly defined, with different symbols.
As this wall clock phantom appeared, specks of brilliant starlight shone forth, quickly moving along the surface of the wall clock, outlining mysterious symbols and cold, indifferent eyes.
"Danitz's body has become their battlefield..."
Anderson subconsciously murmured, then quickly regained his composure, clasped his hands, lowered his head, and prayed to Mr. Fool in ancient hermes:
"The Fool not belonging to this era, the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black Who Holds Good Luck..."
In the Paz River Valley area, a crimson Round Moon slowly emerged in the sky accompanied by the sound of infants crying. The twilight sky was instantly replaced by darkness, and the surrounding spirituality began to proliferate wildly, strengthening the effects of inspiration and death.
Under the crimson moonlight, all living beings were gradually tainted with madness, giving rise to various distorted and dark thoughts from the depths of their hearts. Some died instantly, some mutated, and some suddenly went mad, attacking others.
In this situation, feelings of extreme evil and extreme madness rapidly permeated the air, as if enveloping the entire Paz River Valley in a curse.
At the same time, a pair of broad arms suddenly stretched out from the Spirit World, plunging directly into the ground. The surface of the arms was covered with a viscous, black substance, seemingly flowing with evil liquid, and it rapidly spread around, corroding the void, interfering with the overlap of reality and the Spirit World, and isolating the Paz River Valley in a mystical sense.
Inside the Red Rose Church along the Black Road, a faint sigh echoed from nowhere. The surrounding shadows and darkness instantly came alive, surging out like a tide, rapidly spreading in all directions, covering the people and objects caught in the curse.
The shadows quickly receded. Sasrir stood silently in mid-air, layers of dark phantom wings draped behind him, covering most of his body, like an angel stepping out of a fresco.
Beneath his feet, shadows rapidly writhed, forming grotesque, uncontrollable independent beings. They were the combination of the Fallen thoughts and shadows that arose from the curse within the hearts of the surrounding people.
As soon as these Fallen beings appeared, they quickly disintegrated, turning into a pitch-black, viscous "ocean" full of degenerate aura, which in turn began to infect the surrounding viscous, black substance, seemingly flowing with evil liquid.
At the same time, a beautiful female figure emerged from the shadows beside Sasrir.
Her hair was lustrous black, styled into a high bun. Her ears were slightly pointed, her features delicate, and her brown eyes were somewhat dazed and lifeless, lacking any sense of spirituality.
It was the soul of Cohinem, the Queen of Calamity, who was being grazed.
With Cohinem's appearance, thick dark clouds gathered in the sky in the blink of an eye, obscuring most of the Crimson Moon's light.
Streaks of silver-white lightning snakes then shot out, carrying an intensely tangible aura of tyrannical destruction, densely striking the area around the broad arms plunged into the ground, enveloping hundreds of meters in a forest of thunder, as if a Calamity had descended.
These electric lights pierced through the barrier between reality and the Spirit World, completely enveloping a gigantic evil cloth doll with blood-red eyes, countless mysterious patterns inscribed on its body, and evil vines Entanglement, attempting to destroy it directly.
Inside Intis city, outside the lightning storm, an old man wearing a simple linen robe, with blood-red eyes, dark green hair roots and white tips, deep features, and not a single wrinkle on his face, quietly walked out of a bay window.
His body was semi-transparent, like a Wraith or a similar spiritual creature, and his blood-red eyes were exceptionally cold, devoid of any emotion.
In his hand, he held a fist-sized crystal ball, as crimson as blood. The surface of the crystal ball was inscribed with numerous ancient and mysterious patterns, and from different angles, one could see different curvatures, like the Moon at different times.
The second angel of the Rose School of Thought's Indulgence Faction, Barranca, the King of Curses!
Unnoticed by anyone, he had already quietly infiltrated the Paz River Valley.
Crimson moonlight erupted from the crystal ball in Barranca's hand, quickly enveloping the entire city, as if entering a Blood Moon night.
Unbeknownst to them, the city became exceptionally quiet, even the chirping of insects disappeared.
The old man walking slowly through the city gradually became sinister and distorted, with the madness and tyrannical emotions in his eyes difficult to conceal.
His figure quickly faded and disappeared, only to reappear less than a second later.
"An inescapable dream."
As he murmured, a tall figure, nearly two meters thirty in height, emerged from the shadows at the end of the street.
He was slightly hunched, with completely white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and scars around his mouth. He wore a dark clerical robe, and his deep brown eyes were profound and calm, making him look like a very elderly priest or bishop.
This elderly priest with giant blood, standing in the shadows, looked at the old man across the street, bathed in moonlight, and said calmly:
"I am the Lord's Angel of Holy Word, responsible for inspecting the Lord's pasture."
"Despicable intruder, this is the dream I wove for you, and also the battlefield and grave I chose for you."
"Hmph! The faith here belongs only to the Mother Tree..."
Barranca snorted. Before he could finish speaking, he felt an anomaly in the dream. His connection with the outside world was completely severed, and he was entirely trapped within this dream.
In an instant, Barranca reacted, his face gloomy as he looked at Profane Presbyter Stiff, who had placed himself in the shadows.
"Profane Presbyter, and he also grazes the soul of a Spectator Saint, otherwise I wouldn't have been so careless..." A thought flashed through his mind, and Barranca raised the crimson crystal ball in his hand. The crimson moonlight interacted as if it were tangible, pulling out a phantom, hazy Door inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols.
The next moment, countless stars fell around them, surging like turbulent waves, closing this illusory Summoning Gate.
Stiff's eyes instantly turned pale gold and vertical, and violent winds continuously emerged around him, seemingly from reality, yet also from illusion.
This wind carried certain mad and chaotic wills, blowing towards Barranca, tearing at his body, shaking his mind and spirit, causing him to temporarily fall into an uncontrollable state, trembling and standing still.
The starlight falling from mid-air also rapidly condensed at this moment, forming heavy, sharp, and highly destructive long spears, which quickly fell and pierced various parts of Barranca's body, perforating and tearing him apart.
Barranca's body, pierced by the starlight spears, instantly dematerialized, stained with moonlight-like crimson, and disintegrated into crimson scales, dissipating into the air.
Upstream of the Paz River Valley, in Tok city near the Harvest Plain, a tall, handsome young man with chestnut hair and azure eyes walked calmly down the street.
His gaze was profound as he looked into the distance, towards the downstream of the Paz River Valley, in the direction of Intis and the Northern State.
At a certain moment, he suddenly stopped, calmly looking at the constantly falling greenish-blue vines around him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Greenish-blue vines covered the surroundings like a downpour. They intertwined and rapidly formed a forest isolated from the real space.
Bernadette's figure appeared on a swing hanging in mid-air. She was sitting with her legs crossed, looking down at Bornova, who had suddenly appeared on the Southern Continent.