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In Bayam's Dock District, inside the Azure Wind Hotel.
The light that had turned the sky as bright as day permeated the room. Danitz, who had just lain down on the bed, suddenly flipped over and got off the bed, pulling open his room door.
He saw Gehrman Sparrow had already exited his room at some unknown point, standing by the window in the lobby, gazing out with an unreadable expression.
After a slight hesitation, he saw the light outside the window rapidly recede.
He took a few steps closer to Gehrman Sparrow. At times like this, it was safer to stay by the side of this Lunatic adventurer.
Before he could get close, he saw Gehrman Sparrow look at him with a cold and ruthless expression.
Danitz quickly bared his teeth, revealing a fawning smile and said, "What happened? It couldn't be that the person just now started fighting with the important figure that Steel mentioned, could it?"
Klein merely glanced at Danitz, then quickly withdrew his gaze. He stared at the sky outside the window, which had returned to its dark state, and nodded lightly.
Before Danitz could press further, he added, "The wind is picking up!"
"Ah? The wind is picking up? Isn't it always windy by the sea?"
Danitz looked at Klein in confusion, only to see that the Lunatic adventurer had already turned around, preparing to leave.
"What are you going to do?"
Danitz immediately asked warily when he saw Klein's movements.
"Sleep."
Klein responded in Gehrman Sparrow's cold tone.
"S-sleep?" Danitz stammered, repeating the word. He watched, somewhat dumbfounded, as Klein walked into his room and casually closed the door.
Damn it! This guy, whether he's a Lunatic or an idiot, is actually going to sleep at a time like this? Isn't he afraid that if he falls asleep, he'll never wake up again?
After returning to his room and closing the door, Klein quickly pulled out a packet of Holy Night Powder from his pocket and scattered it around the room, setting up a Wall of Spirituality that isolated the inside from the outside.
Then, he chanted aloud and took four steps counter-clockwise, arriving above the Gray Fog.
In the sky above the Loen residential area of Bayam, a tornado, rarely seen in decades, began to form.
The strong winds picked up tree branches, garbage cans on the streets, clothes that hadn't been put away in time, gravel on the ground, roof tiles—
The strong winds, carrying debris, whistled as they flew towards the sea. Thunder continuously rumbled in the sky, and intense lightning repeatedly struck down in the wind.
That "Silent One" Mahmosi of the Rose School of Thought continuously flickered between ice crystals, dodging long spears wreathed in golden flames and constantly striking lightning bolts.
Leyton, whose body was enveloped in a faint golden light, raised his hand slightly. A pure golden Yellow Light, like a tide, surged around him, condensing into a layer of light armor covering his body.
The lightning falling from the sky always struck the exceptionally conspicuous golden figure, producing golden sparks and shedding layers of light fragments on the light armor floating on his body.
Leyton, enveloped in the light armor, was like an emotionless Robot, following inherent instructions, continuously summoning golden flames, condensing them into long spears, and attacking Mahmosi.
At the spot where the miniaturized Sun, so intensely white it illuminated all of Bayam, had once appeared.
The villa there had completely lost its outline, leaving only a patch of scorched black.
Under the pitch-black night sky, shadows writhed, and something invisible slipped away. It was a layer of Concealment, and a layer of protection.
A small patch of shadow naturally merged into the night. Leyton's figure walked out from the shadows; he transformed from something that fundamentally did not exist back to his normal state.
This was his pre-prepared "Emperor's New Clothes" and the spell that provided protection.
He relied on the "Emperor's New Clothes" to evade the damage from the intensely white long spear he had cast, and relied on Concealment to conceal himself within the shadows.
He successfully confused the "Silent One" Mahmosi and the later arriving "Sea King" Jahn Kottman, making them believe that the dazzling demigod in the sky was his true body.
After all, how could an arrogant Sun Pathway secretly sneak around? Leyton mused in his heart, then softly chanted the honorific name of The Fool:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era; the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog; the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
"I beseech your aid…"
As soon as the prayer ended, a dense Gray Fog surged into his vision, accompanied by a deep crimson, tide-like light.
The next moment, a tall Angel with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings appeared before him.
This Angel used the wings behind Him to layer upon layer encircle Himself.
The scene in his vision quickly dissipated. Leyton, who had already advanced to Demigod, keenly perceived an additional blessing, a Concealment, on his body.
He then reached forward, pulling an illusory hat from thin air and placing it on his head.
His figure subsequently vanished, concealing all traces.
The howling gale picked up again. Star fragments appeared around Leyton, who was Concealment from view, enveloping him and isolating him from the wind's influence.
He looked up at the sky to his left, where an old man with white hair, wearing a dark blue bishop's robe, stood. He was Jogori, the Bishop of the Church of the Lord of Storms's Bayam Diocese, who had arrived just a step behind the "Sea King."
Leyton then withdrew his gaze. Enveloped by layers of starlight, his body rapidly ascended, flying towards the sea where his clone and Mahmosi were located.
"Who!" A gust of wind swept through, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Jogori's eyes sharply looked in the direction Leyton had left. After scanning around, he rode the strong winds and chased towards the sea.
The sea outside Bayam City, far from the port.
Streaks of silvery-white electric snakes shot out from the clouds, carrying a strong, almost tangible aura of tyrannical destruction, densely striking the area covered by the tornado below, enveloping a few hundred meters in a forest of lightning.
This was the battlefield chosen by the "Sea King" Jahn Kottman!
Although he didn't understand why the two demigods currently in battle had no intention of retreating, this only made him feel that the dignity of the Church of the Lord of Storms had been offended. In response, he would show these two unfamiliar demigods what the wrath of lightning was!
In Mahmosi' eyes, which were constantly creating ice crystals and continuously mirror-flashing within the tornado, Leyton's figure was clearly reflected—a figure not enveloped by the faint golden light.
The next moment, Mahmosi' body suddenly distorted, transforming into a bizarre, stained, eerie Puppet.
The Puppet was covered in strange runes, forming a continuous pattern, like a bizarre design.
Leyton, covered by the golden light armor, suddenly stiffened for a moment, seemingly affected by an unknown influence, but quickly recovered.
Under the golden light armor, circles of warm light radiated outwards, attempting to Purify some unknown influence.
Streaks of silvery-white lightning, carrying an aura of destruction, fell densely from the sky, striking the dense, continuous golden flames, the ice crystals scattered in the strong winds, and the eerie Puppet—
The Sequence 3-level "Source of Curse" ability could transfer all damage to the cursed target, while the caster no longer bore equivalent damage.
At this instant, all the damage caused by the lightning storm created by the "Sea King" Jahn Kottman was borne by this clone of Leyton.
The golden sea of flames, continuously floating in the tornado, seemed to lose its support under the continuous lightning strikes and rapidly dispersed, turning into scattered sparks of fire, extinguished by the strong winds.
The golden light armor, once surrounded by the golden sea of flames, had vanished, leaving only a paper figure covered in cracks, as if it had been pieced together from sheets of paper and glue.
The paper figure rapidly disintegrated under the pull of the strong winds, turning into specks of paper confetti, disappearing into the chaotic silvery-white electric snakes…
Substitution spell? No, it's more like some bizarre clone… In the center of the storm, a tall, burly middle-aged man watched the changes in this scene, muttering to himself.
He looked to be about forty, with hard, sharp facial features and distinct muscle definition that filled out his loose Storm Cleric robe.
His eyes were filled with electricity, turning silvery-white, and his hair, thicker than a normal person's, was like tentacles, flaring in the air and intertwining with the dense silvery-white electric snakes around him.
The silvery-white electric light intertwined with him, as if it were an extension of his body, obeying his will and striking the enemies locked in his gaze.
Substitute? He deliberately provoked the Church of the Lord of Storms's "Sea King" for this very scene, to cause a conflict between me and the Church of the Lord of Storms? Does he believe his own strength, or the forces behind him, are insufficient to contend with us, so he wants to use the pressure from the Church of the Lord of Storms to make me retreat?
What happened on the Tree of Flesh and Blood should have nothing to do with him; otherwise, he should understand that the pressure of a "Sea King" is not enough to make us abandon the investigation… Or, is this also a trap?
While Mahmosi pondered, he had already transformed back into his own body from the state of the eerie Puppet.
He endured the baptism of the lightning storm, creating layer upon layer of ice crystals around himself.
These ice crystals were shattered, pulverized, and dissipated by the dense lightning strikes in the strong winds.
Mahmosi' figure suddenly became illusory. He attached himself to a tiny ice crystal, continuously floating and flying under the pull of the strong winds.
Relying on the intuition provided by his powerful divination ability, he accurately found a gap in the lightning. A figure in a white robe with gold threads quickly appeared, his figure slightly illusory.
The next moment, he was struck by golden nails covered in intricate patterns. His mouth suddenly opened, and a silent shriek emanated from it.
This sound broke through the limitations of the strong winds and lightning, clearly reaching the ears of the "Sea King" Jahn Kottman.
The ultimate curse, brewed by a Disciple of Silence in long years of silence, suddenly erupted on him.
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