The scar on Medici's right cheek suddenly split open, growing illusory teeth and a scarlet tongue, and a hoarse voice emerged:
"I investigated, and the culprits behind the Sauron Family's decline were Roselle and Zaratul. I'm not sure if Roselle is truly dead, but you clearly know something, and are even an ally of his."
As Sauron's voice faded, the scar on Medici's left cheek also split open, growing illusory teeth and a scarlet tongue, and Herabergen's voice emerged, saying:
"We actually can negotiate, even cooperate. If you can help us obtain 0-01, which is sealed by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, we can also help you deal with Steam."
"Discussing how to deal with him in the domain of 'Steam' with me?" Leyton scoffed in response.
Medici nodded, saying with a seemingly sincere tone:
"He and Eternal Blazing Sun are confronting True Creator and have no time to spare for this side, otherwise, he wouldn't need to find me to restrain you."
"They?" Leyton paused slightly before saying, "Then how long do you three plan to keep me here?"
Medici pointed at Leyton with his eyes, chuckling:
"That depends on your attitude. If you cooperate with me, we can leave now and steal Salinger's Blood Banner from that old dragon's church."
"I need to think about it. After all, compared to Herabergen, you are not a good partner, even if you, to some extent, represent the will of the City of Calamity."
As he spoke, Leyton raised a hand and snapped his fingers, and specks of starlight appeared around him, quickly forming a magnificent and dazzling high-backed chair.
Leyton leaned back leisurely in the high-backed chair, his eyes deep, as if they contained a vast, dark cosmos.
In this state, his thoughts constantly spread out, scanning every detail of his surroundings, trying to find the weak points of the illusory book that temporarily sealed him.
After a long silence, Medici asked with some impatience:
"Have you thought about it?"
"I guess you're probably asking me how well I've analyzed this place, right?"
Leyton leaned against the high-backed chair, directly stating Medici's true thoughts at that moment.
Medici smiled, not denying it, and then said:
"In this regard, you and that old dragon have many similarities. No wonder you chose each other as allies."
"It seems 'Steam' really has no time to pay attention to this side."
As he spoke, Leyton gently rubbed his right hand, creating specks of starlight that quickly formed a round table and a high-backed chair in front of him.
Medici sprang up from the ground, leaning lazily against the high-backed chair with his feet on the round table.
"Tsk, what a convenient ability." Medici sighed, and then said, "I guess you should know the whereabouts of the last Conqueror characteristic."
Leyton raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Why do you think I would support you becoming a Red Priest?"
"Why wouldn't you support me? Do you like that pervert Cheek?"
Medici mimicked Leyton's action, raising an eyebrow and retorting.
Leyton was silent for a second before chuckling:
"You shouldn't have experienced the Provoker stage. Is this an inherent racial talent of mythical creatures? Or some change brought about after merging with Sauron and Einhorn?"
As his words fell, the three mouths on Medici's face distorted one after another, but he restrained himself and didn't make a sound, expressing his disdain for the other two with his actions.
"You also have a talent for provocation." Medici hooked his lips, and the aura around him became dangerous.
Leyton nodded at Medici and said calmly:
"Thank you for the compliment. Let's continue chatting. I don't plan to leave here for now."
"Of course." Medici replied casually.
After sitting for a while, he seemed unable to bear the loneliness and started chatting with the mouths on both sides of his cheeks.
Is he deliberately putting on a show for me? For what?
As thoughts flickered, Leyton suddenly noticed that some of his own information had changed. Someone was summoning his historical projection. Has Klein started pulling with Amon so quickly?
The thoughts floating in Leyton's mind suddenly froze, then all disappeared, leaving only one thought: there is a problem with the time here!
Thinking of this, his body instantly dematerialized, decomposing into complex and pure streams of information, stirring up a terrifying information storm in the illusory book, attempting to directly fill and burst the book with a large amount of information.
Medici, who was communicating with Sauron and Einhorn, paused, then chuckled as if nothing had happened:
"You found the problem so quickly? This is much earlier than that guy predicted."
As his words fell, Sauron and Einhorn on his cheeks began to mock:
"Foolish Medici, if he were truly so confident, he wouldn't be at a stalemate now, unable to get his army into the Southern Continent."
"Haven't you always understood that Intis has never held the advantage in this war, much less Eternal Blazing Sun and Steam."
Medici smiled, saying indifferently:
"Life always needs some challenges, that way it's more interesting, isn't it?"
"And hasn't Sauron been clamoring all day to avenge his foolish descendants? Isn't this our common choice?"
"Jumping out to refute me now will only show your stupidity and cowardice."
As he spoke, his body ignited, and purplish-red flames continuously rose and expanded, converging into a tall flame giant.
The face of this flame giant had three mouths, appearing exceptionally hideous and distorted. He clasped his hands together and dragged them through the air.
An exaggerated greatsword wreathed in purplish-red flames was pulled out of thin air by him. His aura continuously expanded outwards, exuding the meanings of conquest, calamity, and strife, causing a slight disturbance in the surging information storm.
The lips on both sides of the flame giant's cheeks continuously opened and closed, uttering gibberish-like sounds:
"Even if you discover the problem here, it's useless."
"The information structure here cannot be fully analyzed by you so easily, and if you want to break the seal by force, you need to get past me first."
In the constantly disturbing information storm, Leyton's figure reappeared. Complex and illusory symbols continuously gathered in his eyes, pouring a large amount of complex and useless knowledge into Sauron Einhorn Medici's mind.
The influx of a large amount of knowledge caused Medici, who had already recovered his King of Angels's status, to fall into a brief daze.
"You seem very confident in Steam's creation." Leyton murmured, then explained to the Red Angel Evil Spirit with a seemingly good mood:
"The knowledge of the mystical side is very different from the knowledge of the realistic side represented by Steam."
"Mysticism believes in the concept of all things being mysterious, that the universe is unfathomable, that truth is an illusion, and that anything is possible."
As his words fell, his aura continuously surged, as if the boundless cosmos was above his head, seemingly within reach, yet always unattainable, with no end in sight, stepping into an ineffable and indescribable state.
Although he had not yet retrieved the Hermit's uniqueness, with Knowledge Emperor as his foundation, he could also leverage higher-level powers within his own authority through his unique characteristics.
Faint black mist continuously emerged, creating illusions, layers, riddles, and phantoms in the surroundings, as if proclaiming an inexpressible truth to the world.
This was the 'Mystery' authority belonging to the Hermit!
He cast 'Fog of Thought' and 'Rain of Sensation' around him, twisting reality with self and idealistic power, adding variables, making everything an ambiguous unknown state.
In this state, the illusory book created by the God of Steam and Machinery was no longer stable and complete, filled with mysteries.
A thin, fine layer of black mist covered the book, adding a touch of mystery to the illusory book.
In the illusory book, the purplish-red flames wreathed around the hands of the Red Angel Evil Spirit, whose body had been enlarged, constantly flickered, as if about to extinguish, yet also as if wanting to ignite everything around it, incinerating all unreasonable phenomena.
Ignoring Sauron Einhorn Medici's actions, Leyton began to reconstruct this illusory book in a mystical way, attempting to create a reasonably existing loophole.
Under the covering of 'Mystery', established facts and truths are merely appearances; anything is possible!
Giant pale purple eyes spawned from the void, circling and layering each other, forming a channel that was both illusory and real, leading to a place outside the illusory book.
The next second, an exaggerated greatsword wreathed in purplish-red flames slashed downwards, attempting to interrupt Leyton's actions and cleave him in two.
Under the gaze of the many eyes that spawned out of thin air, the surrounding space seemed to distort. The straight sword swung by the Red Angel Evil Spirit distorted into a bizarre arc in the air, autonomously avoiding Leyton and the forming passage.
"This messy ability is so annoying." Medici pouted, saying with some impatience, "In terms of playing tricks, you are more talented than that old dragon."
Leyton smiled, looking pleased, and explained to Medici:
"Under the covering of 'Mystery', common sense will no longer be common sense. Any action and object will have variables, and I happen to be able to grasp every variable."
As his words fell, Medici, who had transformed into a flame giant, strangely shrunk, finally becoming less than two meters tall, and the flames originally wreathed around him were reduced to only flickering sparks.
Medici looked around in surprise, then chuckled:
"Interesting. I can feel that my body size hasn't changed, so you changed the surrounding environment, compressed the surrounding space, creating the illusion that I was shrunk?"