The Red Angel Evil Spirit tilted his head, sizing up Leyton with a mocking gaze and a contemptuous tone.
"Little brat, do you want to switch opponents with me? Let Uncle here teach that little crow a lesson for you and get your revenge."
"Alright..." Leyton chuckled, nodding.
As he spoke, he gently rubbed the lamp wall of the wishing lamp with his right hand and said casually, "Gather all the Amons in the city, including those in the nearby Spirit World—no, gather all the Amons within your range of ability."
"Don't be as embarrassing as before, getting your influence easily modified by Amon."
Golden water flowed out from the spout of the wishing lamp, quickly converging into a golden human figure full of distortion and chaos.
The Genie looked at Leyton with a calm tone and said in a deep voice, "This is the second wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pale golden light suddenly burst from the Genie's body, distorting the surrounding rules.
Silently, many figures appeared on the square: pigeons, crows, or seagulls circling in the air, tiny ants, flies, humans dressed as postmen or Sailors, and even inanimate leaves and dust in the air.
The Amons' figures filled the entire open-air square, as if the Genie had pulled over everything in the Northern State that was parasitic with Amon.
After doing all this, the Genie's figure became much dimmer. He did not speak again but directly retreated into the wishing lamp, as if this action had consumed too much of his power.
"Heh, this is the dignity of a Genie. I feel like all the Amons in West Balam are here."
Leyton sighed in a low voice. If Amon hadn't tricked the Genie's wish before, the Genie wouldn't have worked so hard to pull all the Amons here, nor would he have agreed to grant Leyton a second wish now.
He quickly scanned the crowd and saw Danitz in the corner putting on a monocle.
All the people and objects parasitic with Amon simultaneously looked up, took off the monocles from their right eyes, held them in their palms, and softly chanted something.
Soon, streams of light drilled out from their bodies and poured into the Amon in the Corpse Cathedral.
Medici Sauron Einhorn's Evil Spirit tilted his head to look at Leyton and said with a strange tone, "You wouldn't have some strange fetish, would you? You're actually actively increasing the power that little crow can use."
On both sides of his cheeks, the two long scars split open, as if two extra mouths had grown, speaking one after another:
"With so many characteristics gathered, this Amon avatar has reached the Sequence 2 level. We don't need to confront them head-on."
"For us, completely mastering this Conqueror characteristic is the most important thing."
Medici scoffed disdainfully:
"Heh, two cowards. Were they killed once and scared into psychological trauma?"
Sauron and Einhorn's consciousnesses roared in unison, refuting:
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
"If we die again, we won't even have a chance to be Evil Spirits."
Such an emotionally unstable fellow is a ticking time bomb when facing Adam, the kind that could explode and harm his own people at any moment. Leyton's gaze coldly swept over the Red Angel Evil Spirit, who was in internal conflict, then looked towards Adam and Amon, who walked out of the Corpse Cathedral.
Having retrieved all characteristics and elevated this avatar's strength to the Sequence 2 level, Amon walked to Leyton with a light chuckle, raised his hand to pinch the monocle over his right eye, and said with a light laugh, "You've pulled all my clones here. Are you worried about me discovering someone? Pallez? Or The Fool?"
Leyton ignored Amon's words. He could clearly feel the Mental Plague on him was about to erupt.
A pure silver long river spread out from beneath Ouroboros's feet. It did not connect head to tail but surged forward continuously, faster and faster, more and more intensely.
A somewhat ethereal and faint sound of flowing water echoed in Leyton's ears, interrupting his chaotic thoughts and gradually calming his mind, restoring his mental clarity.
It was then that he realized his ability to virtualize his body into an information state had been stolen by Amon.
Under Leyton's gaze, Amon's body gradually virtualized, disintegrating into streams of information that surged and spread in all directions.
These surging information streams had not yet gone far when they flowed back along their previous path, restoring Amon's figure.
The silver river beneath Ouroboros's feet had, at some point, converged into a ring, connected head to tail, initiating a cycle of fate.
Leyton seized the opportunity, extending his right hand, which wore a mechanical glove. From the bronze-colored glove burst forth a hazy glimmer, not brilliant, not bright, without any color, as if composed of countless illusory things.
These lights gently floated around, forming patches of light that appeared thin but gave an extremely heavy feeling.
On the light patches floated scenes of humans discovering fire, leaving caves, building houses, smelting Steel, and making tools. They carried the weight of years and history, the civilization of human society, fragments of civilization.
These fragments of civilization floated in the square, forming an extremely heavy historical scroll that enveloped both Amon and himself.
Amon once again transformed into a torrent of information, surging in all directions, yet always unable to leave this historical scroll of dappled light and shadow.
Outside the historical scroll, the Red Angel Evil Spirit was caught in severe self-contradiction, having lost his combat capability, leaving only Ouroboros and Ariehogg to restrain Adam together.
The battle in the mental world quickly concluded. Even with the good fortune granted by Ouroboros, and borrowing power from his former Divine Kingdom Liveseyd, Ariehogg was still quickly defeated by Adam.
The Ancient Sun God was an unforgettable nightmare for him, and also a vulnerability in his mind. In the dream battlefield constructed by Adam, he was once again defeated by the Ancient Sun God, but Ouroboros's blessing allowed him to escape the dream world in time.
After the conflict in the mental world ended, Adam looked at Ouroboros with a gentle expression and calmly said, "If you take Medici back to the True Creator now, you can still use the authority of Fallen to restore his state."
Ouroboros calmly shook his head, saying nothing, refusing Adam's suggestion.
The next second, his expression became painful and ferocious. His eyes turned blood-red, and fine silver scales emerged on his exposed skin, reflecting numerous mysterious and ancient patterns that interconnected into circles.
Innumerable negative, extreme emotions and thoughts bred within him, constantly assaulting his psychological defenses, making him want to destroy everything around him, to tear apart his own flesh and soul.
While Adam was speaking, he used a virtual persona to infiltrate the mental world around Ouroboros, stirring up a "mental storm" that destroyed his mental barrier and activated the seed of the Mental Plague previously planted.
The "mental storm" forced Ariehogg out of the mental world, and the mountain-like body of the giant dragon manifested in the sky above Berens Port.
The three-dimensional symbols on the dragon's scales became chaotic, and its pale golden vertical pupils became murky, as if filled with various extreme emotions and desires.
Silently, the entire city was enveloped by a layer of thick black mist, as dense as viscous liquid, seemingly the materialization of all the dark, negative emotions and desires in people's hearts.
Within the dense black mist, scarlet bubbles, like congealed blood, continuously rolled out. These bubbles constantly burst, splashing circles of scarlet ripples around, causing uncontrollable feelings of anger, sadness, pain, greed, vanity, arrogance, melancholy, and other emotions and desires to rise in people's hearts.
An endless black mist surged downwards, instantly engulfing the entire Berens Port, pulling all living beings there into the abyss of desire.
Various emotions and desires intertwined, mutating within the black mist, giving birth to demons out of thin air, each with huge, curved goat horns on their heads, a pair of membrane wings on their backs, and reddish-blue flames swirling around their bodies.
These were not true demons, but manifestations of extreme desires and emotions. However, to some extent, they were more dangerous than demons. Their extreme desires and emotions were highly contagious, and for Angels whose mental state was already unstable, these demons were extremely perilous.
In mid-air, black, viscous liquid, condensed with various emotions and desires, continuously seeped from between the grayish-white scales on Ariehogg's body, who maintained his dragon form.
As the negative emotions and desires born in his heart were extracted, the giant dragon's pale golden vertical pupils quickly regained clarity. With a flap of his huge membrane wings, he re-entered the mental world.
In the Sea of Collective Subconscious, a "mental storm" swept through again, and the surrounding "weather" rapidly changed. Spiritual perception of the surroundings suffered strong interference, and Ariehogg was confined in place, unable to leave the battlefield to retrieve 0-08.
On the ground, Ouroboros slowly straightened his body. As silver-white light floated, the viscous liquid clinging to his body spontaneously dripped onto the ground, making sizzling sounds of corrosion and emitting wisps of black smoke.
With a crashing sound, the ground around the square was violently torn open from within, and quickly, one snake-like black tentacle after another grew from the dark cracks.
These tentacles purposefully wrapped around the demons derived from extreme emotions and desires, continuously spreading upwards, probing into the thick, dense black mist in the sky.
The tip of each tentacle had an eye, either closed or open. Anything they saw would instantly turn into grayish-white stone.
And those demons entangled by the tentacles distorted directly, with human limbs and heads extending from their bodies, transforming into women of various sizes, women with very good looks.