"There's no illusion; what you see is true," Leyton emphasized in a low voice.
"Heh, is that so? Then, after delaying for so long, have you opened a path to escape?"
Medici scoffed, and as his words fell, the flames on his body roared, expanding continuously, igniting the surroundings, and creating an exaggerated crimson sea of fire.
The crimson flames surged, condensing into one exaggerated fiery serpent after another, attempting to engulf Leyton.
The moment he was touched by the fiery serpents, Leyton looked at Medici and smiled; his body then became illusory, turning into a pile of foam.
These foams, illuminated by the firelight, reflected crimson colors, scattering and vanishing in an instant.
Above the Berserk Sea, light, formed by countless complex knowledge, appeared out of thin air, surging rapidly and reconstituting Leyton's body.
His gaze swept around, and he reached out to pull something from the void in front of him; a book shrouded in black mist was dragged out by him.
Beneath the black mist, crimson, light purple, and scorching white flames continuously surged, attempting to ignite the book.
"Where do you think I'll throw this book? Into the Cosmos, or underground?"
Leyton's words made the book in his hand tremble even more violently; lightning, frost, and flames continuously emanated, as if various disasters were brewing within the book.
Leyton held the book with one hand, preventing it from escaping him, while with the other, his index finger extended, creating shimmering starlight, drawing an extremely complex and Mystical three-dimensional symbol in the air, engraving it onto the illusory book.
This symbol came from pale death; when he previously reforged this Mystical Item, he incidentally analyzed the knowledge and abilities contained within it.
As this symbol fell and imprinted itself into the book, the slowly surging black mist on the illusory book solidified.
The flames, frost, and lightning constantly moving beneath the black mist began to weaken; the brewing disasters started to cease, and Medici's aura gradually decayed, as if he was rapidly heading towards the end of death.
Looking at the book in his hand, which was gradually becoming transparent and increasingly illusory, as if it could disappear at any moment, Leyton casually threw it towards the sea below, and accompanied by specks of starlight, it submerged into the sea, sinking into the depths of the Berserk Sea.
"It's a pity I don't have the authority of 'Earth'; otherwise, I would have made the ground crack and submerged you into the Chaos Sea."
After muttering in a low voice, Leyton's body instantly became illusory, breaking down into streams of complex information, surging into the Spirit World as an information torrent.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the historical projection of Leyton summoned by Klein suddenly became vibrant and agile.
He calmly surveyed his surroundings and saw the historical projections of Zaratul, Antigonus before he became half a Fool, William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, and Mr. Door during his time as an ordinary angel.
At this time, Mr. Door appeared to be a relatively young gentleman, with a handsome but rigid face, void-black hair, and a pair of bright blue eyes.
With so many historical projections, wouldn't Klein be directly drained? Moreover, with this lineup, wouldn't it attract the "Dark Demonic Wolf" wandering in the Forsaken Land of the Gods? As thoughts floated, he turned his gaze to Klein, and within his eyes, complex and illusory symbols condensed one after another.
In just an instant, a large amount of complex and useless knowledge was forcefully poured into Klein's mind.
In a daze, Klein felt as if his head was about to explode from the discomfort, and the intense pain prevented him from gathering any energy, yet strangely, he did not suffer any harm.
Amon's figure silently appeared before Leyton, adjusting his monocle with one hand, looking at Klein, and said with great interest:
"A bit interesting."
As he spoke, transparent tentacles covered with Mystical patterns lashed out, and at the same time, various strangely shaped Monsters were continuously suspended in the air, like hams waiting to be air-dried.
Antigonus spoke in a hoarse voice, like a puppet without any tonal fluctuations:
"I wish for the Divine Kingdom to descend."
He did not use Jotun, Dragonese, or elf language, but he could still leverage the power of nature; the fluctuations in his voice were somewhat similar to a wolf's howl, a language unique to the Demonic Wolf race.
As his words fell, the surrounding darkness suddenly became thick and viscous, surging like a tide, as if it had a life of its own, rushing towards Amon from all directions, attempting to drown him.
Wherever the darkness submerged and enveloped, all the Monsters instantly turned into puppets.
This was the power of "Darkness" and "The Fool," the power once wielded by the ancient god "Annihilation Demonic Wolf" Flegrea!
Antigonus used a miracle to partially manifest his father's Divine Kingdom into the real world.
Amon's figure rapidly expanded in the darkness, becoming as tall as a small mountain; the darkness brought by the ancient god's Divine Kingdom continuously surged around him, yet it could never truly drown him, as if he existed in two different worlds.
At the same time, Arianna emerged from her concealed state; she had silently arrived behind Amon, holding a bone longsword covered in strange patterns, and wrapped in an extremely dense darkness, she thrust it towards Amon.
William Augustus I, with a vacant look in his eyes, clenched his right hand into a fist and forcefully smashed it towards Amon, imposing "execution" upon him.
Mr. Door's historical projection instantly vanished, then reappeared in various directions around Amon; Mr. Door's figures were everywhere, each one true, each capable of unleashing their Beyonder abilities.
The eyes of some of Mr. Door's figures flickered with clear, bright blue light, as if containing layers upon layers of illusory doors.
The remaining Mr. Door's figures had an illusory, slowly turning book reflected in their eyes, and began to use various powerful Beyonder abilities they had recorded.
The surrounding darkness deepened, and silver-white ripples spread outwards in circles, as if influencing fate; pitch-black, purplish-red, and scorching white flames appeared out of thin air.
At the same time, starlight continuously projected out, twisting and transforming around Amon, forming one Door after another.
On the ground not far away, Klein's face instantly turned pale; he had already borrowed false spirituality from his past self several times in a row, yet even so, his spirituality was still somewhat insufficient, and he might collapse at any moment from the consumption of these historical projections.
"Mr. Door is indeed powerful; his consumption of my spirituality alone surpasses the sum of the other angel-level existences. In the future, I cannot casually summon historical projections from the Apprentice Pathway."
As he muttered to himself, preparing to commit suicide again, a "drip" sound suddenly echoed in his ears; the entire world seemed to pause for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
Then he saw that all the attacks launched by the various angel projections went into Error; their attack targets were all modified, all turning towards Zaratul's historical projection.
In just a brief moment, Zaratul's historical projection endured numerous blows, including being burned, struck by lightning, put into slumber, Concealment, and torn apart.
Even the "Attendant of Mysteries," skilled in escaping and preserving his life, found it difficult to avoid so many attacks and was instantly destroyed as a historical projection.
With Zaratul's exit, the three historical projections he had summoned also vanished.
Amon's figure quietly returned to normal, landing on the ground, looking at Leyton, who had been watching the show without taking action, and chuckled softly:
"How do you plan to stop me?"
As he spoke, an ancient, mottled clock face appeared as an illusion behind him, and the longest hand on the clock began to spin at an extremely fast speed.
Leyton's figure, whose eyes were constantly flowing with light, condensing one complex symbol after another, instantly disappeared, and with him, Arianna, who had entered a concealed state, also vanished.
Almost at the same time Amon stole the duration of the historical projection, Klein solemnly uttered a name:
"Leodero."
Boom!
Successfully uttering that name brought Klein a brief moment of joy in his heart, then his vision was engulfed by dazzling silver-white light, completely losing consciousness and life.
Relying on the divine power left by the Lord of Storms in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Klein, taking advantage of the historical projections' obstruction of Amon, successfully completed his suicide.
This was the information Leyton had conveyed to Klein after his failed attempt to directly kill Klein, and while Zaratul and others were delaying Amon, instructing him to seize the opportunity and commit suicide.
The dazzling silver-white light did not last too long; when all the electric arcs dissipated, a layer of the ground had already disappeared, becoming pitted and uneven, filled with vitrified soil and a pungent burnt smell.
Amon stood calmly in place, gazing at the spot where Klein's figure had disappeared for a long time, then let out a long breath and said:
"A familiar feeling, always annoying Leodero."
As his words fell, silver-white light began to gather in the sky again, but it could never fully form, as if an Error had occurred, unable to find a target to strike.
The frequently flickering lightning in the sky brightened the surroundings considerably; Amon casually removed the monocle from his right eye, and at some point, a thin, long crack had appeared on its surface.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein's figure quietly emerged.
He let out a long breath, sat on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, and gazing at the illusory stars around him, which continuously contracted and expanded, sending out deep red ripples, a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Thankfully, if not for the Tarot Club members' prayers pulling on my Spirit Body for various reasons, I would have revived directly on the spot and been caught by Amon again."
With a sigh, he began to check and respond to the Tarot Club members' prayers one by one.