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After being struck by the silver-white lightning several times in a row, the pervasive starlight could no longer be maintained, converging inward to form Leyton's figure amidst the scattered starlight.
Traces of silver-white lightning still flickered on his body, carrying a strong numbing effect that temporarily left him in a rigid state.
In the sky, shrouded by thick dark clouds and silver-white lightning, an exaggerated human face, large enough to cover the entire Bayam, emerged. Its eyes, mouth, and nose were filled with silver-white electric light, exuding an indescribable majesty.
A deep, suffocating, almost tangible rage emanated from this human face.
With its appearance, the thunderous forest that had originally enveloped everything came to a halt; the surrounding wind and lightning all submitted at the feet of their monarch.
At the same instant, Leyton's danger premonition suddenly screamed wildly, as if extreme danger had descended in a way he couldn't perceive. He couldn't even form thoughts of escape or resistance in his mind.
He lowered his head, not daring to look up at the human face in the sky. If the Lord of Storms intentionally let him see something, he would directly lose control and collapse on the spot, even without the subsequent divine punishment.
He stared intently at the Die of Probability constantly spinning in his left palm, and with his right index and middle fingers, he pinched the wheel of fortune card, holding it upright.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Amon's figure had appeared beside him at some point. He, too, was no longer moving, as if the wrathful gaze from the Lord of Storms had affected this clone.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, not paying too much attention to Amon's state, and began to make his final preparations to survive, otherwise he would perish along with Amon's avatar.
As his thoughts churned with difficulty, he began to infuse spirituality into the wheel of fortune card, while silently chanting in Dragonese in his heart:
"The essence of knowledge, the root of mysteries, the radiance of civilization, the upholder of truth."
"Heh, is dying with me something to be ashamed of?"
"Generally speaking, being able to drag a King of Angels's clone to mutual destruction is something worthy of being written into legends, painted on murals, and praised and admired by all."
Amon's tone was light and frivolous, as if he didn't take the Lord of Storms above him seriously at all.
Thank you for your kindness, I'm still young, and I don't want to report to the Underworld so early. As the thought emerged, the oppressive feeling from above suddenly intensified, becoming an almost tangible pressure.
Leyton's legs trembled slightly, almost causing him to fall directly onto the scorched ground.
The Die of Probability, due to his body's instability, dropped directly from his hand, rolled a few times, and then gradually stopped, with one dot facing up!
Leyton's eyelids twitched incessantly, and a strong sense of unease permeated his heart.
"Amon!" A roar came from above the clouds, as if from an infinitely high place, from the Chasm of Storms of the brilliant Astral World.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Silver-white lightning poured down like a waterfall, instantly enveloping everything around, drowning and destroying all.
The silver-white light, carrying the will of destruction and wrath, instantly enveloped Amon, and likewise enveloped Leyton, who was not far from Amon.
Inside the hotel in Bayam's Dock District, Klein stood in front of the glass window with a grim expression.
Amon? Amon is in Bayam? And he's provoked the Church of the Lord of Storms?
This kind of power definitely isn't something an angel temporarily stationed in the Church of the Lord of Storms in Bayam could achieve. It's highly probable that the Lord of Storms has personally intervened. Klein turned his head to look at the bedroom door, hesitating whether to go to the Gray Fog.
No, Amon can sense the aura of Sefirah Castle above that Gray Fog. If he happens to have a clone nearby, then I'll be walking right into a trap.
Sigh~ I hope the Church of the Lord of Storms can directly deal with Amon, although it's highly probable that these are all just avatars. Klein looked out the window at the layers of thick dark clouds with a complex expression. He suddenly regretted not leaving Bayam with Danitz yesterday.
At a private port outside Bayam City, the Pale Avenger was moored. Alger stood steadily at the bow, his eyes deep as he gazed at the large expanse of dark clouds and the constantly striking lightning in the sky.
What's happening now? Who would dare to provoke the Church of the Lord of Storms at this time? He had just accepted a mission from the church yesterday, and today, just as he was about to set sail, he encountered such a thing.
Alger's brows were almost furrowed into a single line, and his azure eyes became profound and deep. He felt that his mission was about to change again.
He turned his head to look behind him; his crew members had spontaneously gathered on the deck, their expressions either worried or tense. But after the exaggerated human face appeared in the sky, they all lowered their heads and quietly prayed to the Lord of Storms.
Alger silently gazed at the exaggerated human face silhouette in the sky, and the silver-white lightning pouring down like a waterfall. His heart pounded uncontrollably, and a flame named ambition continuously surged.
This is a power that can truly change fate, change the situation. Following the footsteps of Mr. Fool's revival, can I also reach this level, become a legendary angel, or even go further?
Sizzle Sizzle
The silver-white lightning pouring down from the layered dark clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, leaving behind a massive, scorched deep pit, with silver-white electric arcs constantly darting about.
A scorched dice, riddled with cracks, trembled weakly at the bottom of the deep pit. Every silver-white electric arc that darted across the dice splattered some silver-white smoke.
Not far from it, a crystal monocle lay quietly, covered in cracks of various sizes and showing traces of having been melted.
The next moment, a hand reached out from the void, picked up the monocle from the ground, and under the gaze of many eyes, retreated back into the void with the monocle.
A voice full of mockery and playfulness rang out, disregarding distance and echoing in the ears of everyone watching the scene.
"I'm taking your church with me. Perhaps when I get tired of it, I'll throw it somewhere conspicuous for you to pick up yourselves."
"Oh? This is..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several more flashes of lightning struck consecutively, and the surrounding air seemed to twist.
As the lightning struck, the already cracked dice completely shattered, transforming into a mercury-like liquid that slowly flowed and converged into a circle.
One after another, mercury-colored complex symbols successively appeared in the surrounding void, forming interconnected rotating wheels, each wheel surrounded by different markings.
It was as if countless illusory symbols of different rivers of fate converged, flowing backward into reality.
The surrounding area destroyed by the lightning became illusory, appearing in layers, with the future fate overlapping with a moment in the past.
The next moment, everything around returned to how it was before the lightning strike, including Leyton and Amon's figures, which reappeared here, only without the all-encompassing, destructive silver-white radiance.
"Fate Restart? This dice has this ability too?"
"However, I already left, but it pulled me back again. This is a bit troublesome!"
Although he said it was troublesome, Amon's tone showed no hint of pressure.
He casually put the monocle he was holding in his right hand back to his right eye, as if the previous fate restart hadn't fully affected him, but rather he had actively chosen to return because he discovered something fun.
It's already restarted once? Leyton silently lowered his head and glanced at the Die of Probability in his hand. He felt that the dice had undergone some subtle changes, as if it wasn't so resistant to him anymore?
"Six dots," Leyton said casually.
The Die of Probability in his palm spontaneously spun, then quickly stopped, with six dots facing up!
Indeed! Leyton took a slight step back with his right foot, leaning his body backward, arms outstretched, as if embracing the Sun.
A magnificent, pure, and blazing light tore through the thick, layered dark clouds in the sky. Pure, clear sunlight instantly illuminated the entire Bayam, forcibly twisting the surrounding weather.
His body suddenly became transparent and illusory, and invisible, sharp wind blades sliced through, plowing furrows and a pile of foam into the surrounding ground.
These bubbles, illuminated by the light, reflected dreamy colors, vanishing in an instant.
"Interesting!" Amon remained standing, chuckling softly.
The sharp wind blades sliced through his body without causing a ripple, as if he didn't exist there at all.
Amon observed the azure figure in mid-air with interest:
He was clearly an old man with white hair and beard, yet his complexion was rosy, and his eyes were as bright as those of a twenty or thirty-year-old. He wore a simple light blue robe, and the aura around him was like a bottomless Calamity.
In just a moment, he withdrew his gaze, chuckling disdainfully:
"You old man are still alive, you certainly can live a long time!"
"You rebelled with the Folk of Rage back then, yet you haven't even become a Pope, and a newcomer stole your position. How embarrassing!"
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Responding to Amon's words was a dense burst of lightning. The dark clouds that had been dispersed by the sunlight quickly re-converged, and thick bolts of lightning struck down, carrying a tangible aura of destruction, densely striking the surroundings and completely engulfing Amon.
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