After responding to the prayers from the Tarot Club members, Klein let out a long breath, leaned back against the high-backed chair, and muttered to himself:
"Although they each have reasons to pray to me, not all of them have urgent matters. A few of them had very far-fetched reasons for praying to me. Who influenced this? Or is it a manifestation of the good luck I borrowed by taking Will's ice cream from history?"
"The most pressing issue should be how to resurrect. Amon will definitely be waiting for me at the original spot, unless someone distracts him, but even that's useless. He still has avatars, and even a Saint-level avatar would be difficult for me to handle."
As he spoke, Klein's spirituality extended, touching the crimson Star representing Leyton.
In Asak city, at the border of the Northern State and Star Plateau, an information torrent, imperceptible to the naked eye, surged from the Spirit World, rapidly converging and reconstructing Leyton's body.
The war launched by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery was even more intense than he had anticipated, which gave the Rose School of Thought, who had been eyeing the Paz River Valley and Northern State area, an opportunity. Led by Suah, the 'Abomination', they began to frequently harass and destroy cities and estates along the Northern State border.
With no more combat power to spare, only the Moses Ascetic Order's angels could rely on their flexible, information-based mobility to frequently rush to various battlefields.
Upon arriving in Asak city, Leyton's vision was suddenly filled with a dense Gray Fog, and Klein's figure appeared faintly within it, appearing extremely tall and mysterious.
Klein's voice then echoed in his ears: "I've temporarily escaped Amon, but I need some help."
"Wait for me. I see an old friend from the Rose School of Thought."
Leyton interrupted Klein's description, his body instantly dematerializing, breaking down into streams of information. In the blink of an eye, he crossed half a street and reformed his body in front of a middle-aged man wearing a white robe embroidered with gold threads.
The moment he clearly saw Leyton's face, a flicker of surprise, followed by deep panic, crossed the man's sunken eyes.
Leyton smiled at him and asked calmly:
"Long time no see. Why is East Balam's Highland Resistance operating in the Northern State?"
As he spoke, the sparsely populated street around them and the houses adorned with human or beast skulls vanished, like a drawn curtain, revealing a pitch-black wilderness behind.
A flicker of panic crossed Mahmosi's brown eyes. He reached up and tugged at his lips, and the golden studs with intricate patterns embedded in his lips automatically sprang open. He then opened his mouth and let out a piercing shriek that struck at the Spirit Body.
This shriek had not traveled two meters before it was swallowed by the wilderness.
Leyton reached out and dragged something in the void. Starlight quickly emerged and spontaneously converged in his hand, erupting with golden light, forming a long spear of extreme purity and extreme scorching white.
The intense Sun aura made Mahmosi instinctively feel uncomfortable and want to retreat.
Leyton calmly looked at the strong, composed Mahmosi in front of him, not rushing to kill him, allowing him to counterattack, and asked in a flat tone:
"Aren't you going to call your teacher to save you?"
As he spoke, his body dematerialized, as if he didn't exist at all.
In Mahmosi's eyes, Leyton's figure, which had just appeared, quickly vanished. The connection he tried to establish between them failed before it even succeeded.
From where Leyton stood, dark, viscous liquid seeped out, dripping onto the ground and being swallowed by the pitch-black wilderness.
The long spear in Leyton's hand, seemingly composed of pure sunlight, was slowly thrust into Mahmosi's body, piercing through his chest and into his heart.
Mahmosi's body distorted for a moment, finally transforming into a Mystical Puppet made of straw and wood shavings. It was pierced by the long spear in Leyton's hand and quickly dissipated into a flash of crimson fire.
Mahmosi's figure then appeared dozens of meters away. He clutched his chest with one hand, gasping for breath. Clearly, although he had dodged the fatal attack, he had still suffered considerable damage and pain.
The long spear in Leyton's hand instantly flew out, piercing Mahmosi's body again.
After once again using the Mystical Puppet to evade the fatal attack, Mahmosi's figure appeared in another direction.
The long spear, composed of pure sunlight, shattered spontaneously after piercing the Mystical Puppet and expanded into a miniature Sun, so scorching white that it could illuminate the entire city.
Under the scorching sunlight, Mahmosi's body rapidly evaporated, with dark green smoke continuously rising from him. At the same time, a black liquid, formed by countless tiny insects, slowly flowed out, dripping onto the ground and being swallowed by the wilderness.
A tide of pure golden Yellow Light surged from all directions, transforming into golden shackles that tightly bound him.
Under the erosion of the pure Sun aura, Mahmosi's various Beyonder abilities were always destroyed before they could even fully form.
As time passed, Mahmosi's body gradually withered, like a wind-dried corpse, and faint white phosphorescence began to precipitate from his body.
This was the Beyonder characteristic forcibly precipitated under the 'Purification' of the Sun domain's light.
Just as Leyton thought Suah wouldn't appear and was about to directly transform Mahmosi into a Beyonder characteristic, a viscous black liquid, extremely corrosive, suddenly flowed from his already shriveled body.
These liquids seemed to come alive, writhing strangely and continuously spreading, causing an extremely evil and insane sensation to rapidly permeate the air.
Under the corruption of the 'Filth' power, the surroundings instantly cracked, and madness continuously spread. Pale skull heads, blood-veined eyeballs, sharp-toothed tongues, and distorted, crimson vines grew on the pitch-black wilderness.
These bizarre creatures, which had grown out, distorted and intertwined, forming the shape of a distorted, evil tree, like a distorted arm, smashing down fiercely towards Leyton's position.
Under the influence of this 'arm', the surrounding spirituality continuously mutated, seemingly transforming into layers of barriers, attempting to bind Leyton in place and restrict his movements.
Boom!
Amidst the huge striking sound, a pile of dream-colored bubbles floated out, shattering one after another under the corruption of filth and curse auras, and vanishing in an instant.
Leyton's figure appeared in mid-air. He reached out and dragged from the void an ancient-looking long spear, from its tip to its hilt, burning with clusters and specks of bloody, dark red light.
The dark red long spear was then thrown by him, stretching and enlarging in the air, pinning the distorted, evil 'arm' to the ground.
As it struggled, this 'arm' gradually turned crimson, seemingly flowing with gurgling fresh blood, and a strong smell of blood even permeated the air.
The power belonging to the 'Abyss' was restless and expanding, giving a feeling like a volcano about to erupt at any moment, as if at the moment of its eruption, it would directly destroy everything around it.
"This feeling is similar to the Rose Bishop's 'Flesh Bomb'. Is this inspiration from the Aurora Order's explosions?"
After muttering to himself, Leyton's figure became transparent and illusory, directly escaping the space created by Mystical Reenactment.
The moment he left, crimson drowned everything.
In Asak city, Leyton's figure silently appeared on the street. Thick, greenish vines descended from the sky like a downpour, covering the entire city, deeply burying the Beyonders of the 'Mutant' and 'Devil' Pathways within the city, sending them to another space woven from pea vines.
This scene did not attract anyone's attention. Neither the ordinary people in this city nor the Beyonders seemed to notice the continuously descending green vines and the people successively disappearing around them.
After resolving the issues in Asak city, Leyton casually found a quiet place to sit down, and green vines descended, quickly concealing his figure.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein sat at the head of the mottled long table, looking at Leyton and Azik on the right side of the long table, and described his previous experiences and current state in detail.
Finally, he added: "Is there any way to change the location of my resurrection? Or can I only choose to continue living as an undead?"
Leyton leaned back against the chair, offering a concise suggestion:
"Twist, or deceive and fool the rules."
Azik frowned and thought for a moment, then said:
"Only Beyonder abilities that have undergone a qualitative change at the Angel level can achieve this."
"But there aren't many Beyonders on these Pathways, and even fewer who can become Angels. The only ones I can think of are Amon and Zaratul, whom you've already encountered."
"There's also Pallez Zoroast. He is parasitic on my colleague, Leonard Mitchell, in Tingen city."
Klein quickly reacted, planning to ask Leonard's Old Man for help later.
As this thought arose, it quickly sank again. I just impersonated Amon and scared Pallez Zoroast. Now I'm shamelessly going to him for help. Old Man would probably laugh mockingly twice, then firmly say: 'No help.'
Leyton glanced at Klein, probably guessing what he was thinking, so he chuckled and said:
"I previously stripped some Worms of Spirit from Zaratul. You can try making a charm with 'Fooling' or 'Tampering' effects."
"I'll try."
Klein nodded heavily, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Whether it was asking Pallez Zoroast for help or making a charm with 'Fooling' effects himself, it was better than choosing to die and then being active as an undead.
After discussing Klein's problem, Leyton turned his head to look at Mr. Azik beside him, nodded to him, and said:
"Mr. Azik, I think I might need some help."