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Less than ten minutes after the messenger took the letter, in the living room, emerald green vines hung down from the ceiling, covering the entire living room like a torrential rain.
They intertwined and quickly formed a forest, layer upon layer, reaching so high that the top could not be seen at all.
"I thought your letter would be about a change in plans. The Aurora Order just had a stronghold eradicated by official forces. It seems that doesn't matter."
"What's the situation with that Fourth Epoch ancient noble tomb you mentioned in your letter?"
A swing woven from pea vines swayed into view, and Bernadette's tall figure came into their sight.
Leyton turned his head to look around; the sofa he and Klein had been sitting on was gone.
He raised his right hand and made a waving motion. As specks of starlight appeared, they scattered layers of starlight around, miraculously constructing a transparent and brilliant sofa.
Leaning back on the starlight-constructed sofa, Leyton began to answer Queen Mystic's question:
"Summoning the True Creator is the most important thing for the Aurora Order. As for that stronghold, the Loen royal family will compensate for it."
"The royal family… No wonder the Aurora Order has been so bold in their proselytizing in the East Borough and Dock District recently."
Bernadette mused thoughtfully for a moment, then turned the topic back to the ancient tomb belonging to the Fourth Epoch noble.
"Cough~" Klein cleared his throat and relayed the information about the tomb, which was a setup left by Amon, that he had received from Sharron.
"In White Cliff Town, at the bend of the Stratford River, there is a hidden tomb entrance.
At a Beyonder gathering, a member skilled in ancient history determined, through items from the initial exploration, that the tomb's owner belonged to the Fourth Epoch's Tudor Dynasty, with the family name Amon!
They organized a sufficiently strong team, hoping to fully excavate that tomb… They succeeded, but never reappeared.
That tomb entrance was later discovered by my friend through divination using an item left by one of the explorers, which they tracked down."
"Fourth Epoch Tudor Dynasty, Amon, that blasphemer family? Why do you want to call me?"
After a slight contemplation, Bernadette's gaze fell on Leyton.
"I'm just a Sequence 5," Leyton waved his hands repeatedly.
Bernadette did not respond, her gaze sharpening slightly.
"That place is a setup left by Amon. I'm not sure if he has an avatar guarding it… I think it's very likely he does. The Sequence shouldn't be high, but I also don't want to face it."
Shrugging his shoulders, Leyton honestly expressed his concerns.
Although no accident occurred when the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery excavated that tomb, that was the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, backed by the God of Steam and Machinery, and their exploration method was very simple and brutal, directly using overwhelming firepower, stifling any danger in its infancy.
It might not be the same if he went alone, so calling on Queen Mystic was safer.
"Are you very worried about Amon?" Bernadette saw through his true intention for inviting her to join.
Leyton nodded gently:
"There was a rather unfriendly encounter when I was in Feynapotter."
Bernadette offered no opinion, her eyes fixed forward, a glint flashing in them, becoming extremely profound, clearly losing focus, her eyes blank.
The Clairvoyant's prophetic ability allows her to peer into the River of Fate and delve into the secrets of destiny.
In a very short time, Bernadette's eyes returned to calm, and she said in a flat voice:
"When do we depart?"
"Anytime." Slightly surprised by her quick decision, Leyton immediately nodded.
"Then now."
As she spoke, a pumpkin carriage slowly emerged from the void.
Leyton and Klein exchanged glances, then Leyton spoke:
"You stay."
"Okay." Klein nodded gently. If there truly was an Amon avatar in that tomb, then his secrets would be exposed.
If other Tarot Club members were parasitized by Amon, he could still clear them, but if he himself were parasitized, it would truly be over.
After the two discussed it, Leyton followed behind Bernadette and entered the pumpkin carriage from the fairy tale.
After traveling a short distance, the pumpkin carriage once again vanished into the void.
The forest constructed by countless emerald green, thick pea vines also quickly disappeared. Klein turned his head to look around, and it had returned to the appearance of the living room.
White Cliff Town, Stratford River Bend.
A pumpkin carriage, as if from a fairy tale, emerged from the spirit world. After traveling a short distance, it stopped on the riverbank outside the bend.
Leyton and Bernadette exited the pumpkin carriage one after another, and then the carriage transformed into specks of starlight and disappeared from its original spot.
Withdrawing his gaze, Leyton prepared to use his Eyes of Mystery Prying to locate the tomb entrance.
"This way."
As Bernadette spoke, she was already walking towards the tomb entrance.
Passing through a patch of bushes, a somewhat profound, pitch-black cave entrance appeared before them.
A faint purplish glow flashed in Leyton's eyes as he stared intently inside, his right hand already resting on the bone staff hanging at his waist.
Bernadette's eyes went from profound to calm, then she said in a low voice:
"No problem."
"Mm." Leyton nodded gently, the faint purplish glow in his eyes replaced by light blue, then he extended his left hand forward.
"Light!" He softly chanted a Dragonese word.
A pure, bright, radiant, and warm ball of light appeared in his left palm. He gently pushed this ball of light into the dark, profound cave entrance, where it transformed into clear, wave-like light, dispelling the darkness within.
It revealed a large, double-leaf marble door inside. The stone door had been pushed open, creating a gap wide enough for two ordinary-sized people to walk side-by-side, behind which lay layers of black marble steps.
Leyton stepped forward first. After entering the stone door, the space suddenly became spacious, and Leyton and Bernadette began walking side-by-side.
The black marble steps beneath their feet, polished smooth, had endured one or two thousand years of erosion but still maintained sufficient hardness, without any signs of corrosion.
Leyton held the bone staff in his right hand, supporting a bright, radiant but not dazzling light in his left, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Bernadette.
They descended underground and saw the asymmetric stone pillars and axe-hewn patterns characteristic of the Fourth Epoch.
These stone pillars stood on either side of a wide path, leading to a large, heavy, double-leaf dark gray stone door.
This stone door was also pushed open, leaving a gap wide enough for two people to pass through side-by-side. Inside, it was profound and seemingly bottomless.
"It seems to be in there."
Leyton stopped, looking forward and muttering softly.
He then scanned the surroundings, finding nothing of value, before returning his gaze to the stone door with the open gap.
Bernadette quietly observed the tomb for a long while before withdrawing her thoughts and speaking in a flat voice:
"How do you plan to start?"
"Directly. First, use Beyonder abilities to launch a wave of area-of-effect attacks inside."
As he spoke, Leyton took two steps forward, his eyes covered in a rich blue-white glow. Around him, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air.
These flames emitted the vast, pervasive aura of the sun, surging and pouring into the gap of the double-leaf grayish-white stone door. Countless golden flames stretched endlessly, forming an ocean due to their density, pure and sacred.
Inside the grayish-white stone door, a series of piercing sounds erupted: shrieks, wails, and roars. Something inside seemed to want to break through the dense, continuous light-flames.
"Sun!" Leyton calmly chanted a Dragonese word.
The surroundings turned golden, spreading out layer after layer, like ripples of golden light. Under Leyton's precise control, these golden lights surged like a tide into the interior of the grayish-white stone door.
"Exile!" Leyton raised the bone staff in his right hand, pointing it at the open gap of the grayish-white stone door, and chanted a word in ancient hermes.
An invisible, immense force exploded out of nowhere at the gap, blowing back everything that tried to rush out. Even the seemingly heavy grayish-white stone door let out a creaking sound and was pushed open further.
This was a Sequence 5 level Exile!
With Sasrir's help, the iron-black glove with the Disciplinary Knight characteristic was transformed by the True Creator's corruption and flesh into a highly active mystical item, and successfully herded by the bone staff.
"A Hanged Man pathway demigod-level item… It still has the True Creator's corruption on it. Even if that one bears no ill will towards you, the influence from a higher level is still unavoidable. It's best to use this mystical item sparingly."
Bernadette's gaze lingered briefly on the bone staff Leyton held, then she offered a warning.
She took a step forward, and as she passed Leyton, she whispered:
"Close your eyes!"
Leyton immediately closed his eyes, simultaneously realizing what Beyonder ability she was about to use.
Bernadette approached the open gap of the double-leaf stone door step by step. Behind her, pure white, illusory feathers appeared, forming a pair of unparalleled pure white wings.
Bernadette's figure distorted, and black fissures opened on her body, from which eyes without eyelashes grew out.
These eyes were filled with madness and chaos. Everything around them briefly froze, and something seemed to be on the verge of emerging from every single object in the vicinity.
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