After a brief standoff with Amon, Leyton suddenly snapped his fingers.
One by one, cold eyes shimmering with brilliant starlight emerged from the surrounding Darkness. In the pupils of each eye, an illusory symbol formed by layers of Doors was reflected, like illusory, overlapping passages that disrupted and confusedly pieced together the surrounding space.
"Interesting," Amon murmured in admiration.
His figure suddenly vanished, then reappeared beside one of the eyes shimmering with starlight.
The next moment, Leyton felt himself lose control over that eye.
He can even parasitize that?
"Why can't I parasitize it? The Sequence 0 of the Marauder Pathway is called Error, which inherently implies being a parasitic insect on time, fate, and rules."
"So, as the existence closest to Sequence 0 in this Pathway, isn't it normal for me to parasitize your Beyonder abilities?"
Amon explained with a light chuckle.
As he spoke, he moved through the space, which had been fragmented by the chaos. In less than half a minute, nearly one-third of the space fell under his control.
"It seems we need to add some more fun to our game." As he spoke, Leyton raised his hand and snapped his fingers again.
One by one, stars emerged around him, dense and dazzling.
These stars moved freely in the air, outlining one strange symbol after another, exhibiting the aura of domains such as ice, mind, Fallen, and shadow, like magic scrolls conjured out of thin air.
As soon as these strange symbols formed, they transformed into brilliant streaks of starlight, flying away one after another, flashing erratically in the surrounding fragmented space, attracting and repelling each other, making their next appearance unpredictable.
Amon stopped, observing the freely moving brilliant starlight with interest. No matter how these streaks of starlight darted about, they always remained just a tiny distance and direction from touching him.
After pausing for a moment, Amon casually reached out and grabbed a streak of starlight that approached him. The moment he touched it, the azure starlight turned pitch black, transforming into a viscous liquid full of degenerate aura, continuously climbing up Amon's arm, attempting to completely engulf and corrode him.
Amon casually flicked his hand, and the viscous liquid full of degenerate aura was easily shaken off, like ordinary water stains.
"Some application of the trajectory of the stars? It seems you have a deep understanding of the Cosmos above. However, did you forget that I am the most powerful Cryptologist in this world?"
As Amon spoke, he moved freely among the dancing brilliant streaks of starlight; not even his clothes could be touched by those streaks of starlight.
Leyton was silent for a moment, his figure instantly becoming transparent, transforming into flickering starlight, moving freely around, simultaneously disrupting the starlight whose patterns Amon had found, and modifying the eyes that had been parasitized.
The struggle between him and Amon made the surrounding area look like a computer screen that had failed to load, with only flickering blue light spots randomly flashing.
The erratically flashing scene lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, then suddenly shut down, turning pitch black in an instant—a pure Darkness without a single ray of light.
Within the all-encompassing Darkness, countless malicious eyes seemed to appear. They were Monsters Concealment deep within the Darkness, finally becoming active as the light vanished.
The lingering aura of the Evernight Goddess erupted at this moment. The surroundings were so quiet that not a single sound could be heard. Even Amon, who held the King of Angels's position, found it difficult to break through the restrictions for a time.
Before being completely swallowed by the lingering aura of the Evernight Goddess, a rather dim star suddenly flickered, and Leyton's voice clearly transmitted. It was a Dragonese word he had recorded in a concealed state when he first entered the Forsaken Land of the Gods:
"Leodero!"
As if a switch had been triggered, the divine power of the Storm Pathway gathered in the air, transforming into streaks of silver-white electric snakes that shot out, carrying an intensely tangible, tyrannical aura of destruction, striking down densely.
In an instant, a forest of silver-white lightning engulfed and destroyed everything around it.
In Afternoon Town, the City of Silver's exploration team sat around a bonfire. Many of them had wounds and were bandaging and treating each other.
Derrick's face was a little flustered. The moment Amon's transparent face appeared, he even had the illusion that his heart had stopped beating.
He looked at chief Colin, who was standing upright with a straight sword in his hand, with lingering fear, and asked with some concern:
"Chief, was that face that was pulled out of the statue just now Amon?"
Colin was silent for a moment before he said in a deep voice:
"I haven't seen Amon's main body, so I can't be sure, but judging from Mr. Tower's reaction you mentioned, it should be him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have temporarily banished us in such a panic."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dense thunderclaps came from the distant horizon, carrying a terrifying, tyrannical, destructive aura. The dazzling silver-white light illuminated the entire northern sky of Afternoon Town.
Derrick stared blankly into the distance, his brownish-yellow hair slightly raised. He felt a faint tingling sensation on his skin, as if the surrounding air was filled with subtle currents.
"This..." Derrick looked at the chief in a daze, only to find that Colin's expression also showed an unprecedented solemnity.
Chief Colin, a Demon Hunter from the City of Silver, was the first to recover. He looked back at the members of the exploration team and said in a deep voice:
"Rest for a while. We will suspend the exploration of Afternoon Town. When the next period of frequent lightning strikes occurs, we will return to the City of Silver."
In the Concealed World, pure, deep blue, almost purple, light continuously flowed in Leyton's eyes, appearing exceptionally sacred and cold, constantly resisting the tranquil and calming effects of the Evernight Goddess's residual aura.
In the concealed state, everything in the real world appeared to him covered in a dark mist. On the other side of the mist, destructive silver-white electric snakes moved freely, and the dazzling silver-white made him feel as if his hair was standing on end.
Fortunately, I had contact with 0-17 and was familiar with the Evernight Goddess's aura. With the help of the Evernight Goddess's residual aura and divine power here, I transformed myself into a concealed state. Even the Lord of Storms's divine punishment cannot penetrate the Concealed World and harm me.
Leyton sighed inwardly while trying to find Amon's figure.
The silver-white electricity engulfed everything. He stared at the real world beyond the dark mist for a long time but could not find Amon's figure.
The lightning storm brought by the Lord of Storms's residual divine power did not last too long. In less than half a minute, Darkness once again enveloped the area.
In the Concealed World, Leyton observed that the silver-white light that enveloped the surroundings in the real world had finally disappeared. He let out a long breath, then half-closed his right hand. A slowly rotating ball of stardust quickly formed in his palm. The light was very dim, carrying a feeling of tranquility and serenity.
By simulating the Evernight Goddess's aura, he leveraged the surrounding Concealment power to remove his concealed state.
As soon as he returned to reality, Leyton's light golden hair stood on end, like a bristling hedgehog. Burning and stinging sensations constantly came from his skin, the air was full of scorched smells, and the ground beneath his feet had already turned into carbonized powder, forming a large crater.
As soon as his figure solidified, it quickly transformed into countless brilliant starlight, flickering and moving away from the area.
In the eastern part of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, lightning occasionally streaked across the sky, illuminating the deep and dark gully below. At the edge of the huge gully, a figure dressed in a black classical robe and a matching pointed soft hat sat on the edge of a large rock.
He had black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, a thin face, and was playing with a crystal monocle in his hand, with a faint, unenthusiastic smile on his lips.
A moment later, countless gray-white light spots emerged from the void, forming an inconspicuous stream of light that completely entered his body.
He slightly lowered his gaze, as if thinking about something, listening to something.
After a moment, he looked up again, gazing deeply to the west, his gaze seemingly able to cross endless distances to see the people and things there.
"Heh, interesting... Using the residual aura and divine power of Darkness and the Storm?"
After muttering to himself, his figure suddenly vanished from the edge of the large rock. When the next silver-white lightning illuminated the ground, his figure had already appeared thousands of meters away.
In Afternoon Town, inside a largely collapsed church, a figure dressed in a simple white robe prostrated on the ground, softly praying towards the altar in front.
Chief Colin, the Demon Hunter, led the exploration team members, including Derrick, cautiously gathered on the other side.
Tiny, brilliant stardust suddenly poured in from various parts of the church. They converged in mid-air, outlining and condensing Leyton's figure.
As his figure re-condensed, his gaze briefly swept around the church, clearly seeing the vigilant City of Silver members and the illusory figure praying by the altar.
"It seems that Amon and I's actions just now broke the balance here. Things that should have been in the Concealed World have all run out."
As he spoke, Leyton extended his right hand towards the figure prostrated on the ground, praying calmly and selflessly. Dots of starlight spread in his hand, intending to directly erase this figure.
Seeing Leyton's action, Derrick instinctively spoke to stop him:
"Wait, Mr. Tower, can we listen to what he's saying? Perhaps we can discover some secrets."
"You can, but this is just an illusory image and cannot answer your questions."
After a slight nod, Leyton suddenly snapped his fingers.
In the prayer hall, the voice of the person prostrated on the ground, constantly praying, suddenly magnified greatly:
"Almighty Lord, I confess... tempted Sasrir... A great disaster will begin here!"