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He ignored Kadir's look of a Lunatic and continued to speak to himself:
"Under the gaze of my Lord, all resistance you can offer is futile."
"For example, right now, the Machinery Hivemind High Summoner you are waiting for will not have the chance to appear in Paz River Valley. If you lead the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery away now, perhaps you still have a chance to see him before he turns into a Beyonder characteristic."
"Do you still have spare manpower to intercept the reinforcements coming over?" Kadir muttered, his words exceptionally firm, his eyebrows almost furrowed together.
Given Moi's speed, he still hadn't appeared by now, most likely something unexpected had happened. As a Sage, as long as he wasn't pulled into a hidden space and lost the gaze of my Lord, the danger shouldn't be too great.
But in that case, he might not be able to arrive in time for support. He could only hope that the Eternal Blazing Sun Church people would react quickly. They were always the most active in striking the Aurora Order's forces.
As various thoughts floated, he saw the silent Beyonder following Leomaster make a move. He removed the black cloth covering the frame, revealing the distinctive portrait inside.
"Amon!" Kadir exclaimed in surprise.
Several furrows appeared on his smooth forehead, and the expression on his face was somewhat unpredictable.
Leomaster silently shifted his position. He walked to a shaded spot against the light and said in a hoarse voice:
"I suggest you make a choice as soon as possible. Right now, you can still leave with those believers who have been converted. If the Intis Military people are dealt with, you'll even find it difficult to preserve this church."
Kadir's chest heaved violently. This was the first time he had been threatened like this by a cultist.
Taking a deep breath, he looked up slightly at the crimson blood Moon in the sky, his gaze appearing somewhat solemn. The influence brought by the blood Moon was not isolated much. Were the Followers of the Primordial Moon also acting? Paz River Valley was truly lively tonight.
Slowly retracting his gaze, Kadir's eyes swept over the portrait of Amon in Snowman's hand, then fixed on Leomaster, who had merged into the shadows, and said with an even tone:
"Before the true outcome is decided, I will remain in the church, and you will not have the chance to pull yourselves away to participate in conflicts elsewhere."
"Heh, I trust our allies." Leomaster chuckled.
On the river channel where the scarlet moonlight was most intense, milky-white tentacles emerged from the river water. Each tentacle had a mouth filled with sharp teeth at its tip. They all let out a low, piercing hiss.
In mid-air, a giant pure orb of light Entanglement with countless sacred flames continuously scattered golden-red flames downwards, like a scorching hot rain of fire, pouring onto each tentacle, making a sizzling sound like fat being ignited.
A yellowish-green smoke quickly drifted from the burnt areas of these tentacles, carried by the night wind in all directions.
Wherever this smoke passed, it instantly filled with vitality. Whether plants or animals, they all grew vigorously and reproduced rapidly.
The Prophet Clone, floating quietly in mid-air, frowned immediately upon seeing this scene. Although he didn't know what these yellowish-green mists were, he restrained his Spirit, causing the blazing and dazzling miniature Sun in mid-air to disappear.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
As the blazing flames that incinerated everything disappeared, the tentacles in the river seemed to catch their breath, rapidly surging out of the water and attacking the Prophet Clone, who was suspended in mid-air, from all directions.
The Prophet Clone expressionlessly raised his figure. His eyes turned silvery-white, as if he was peering into the long river representing fate.
A moment later, the silver-white in his eyes receded, replaced by a slowly flowing light blue.
Specks of light blue glow converged beneath his feet, quickly outlining a dark blue Door engraved with countless mysterious patterns. The other side of the Door was dark and deep, like a pitch-black ocean.
The next moment, several thick emerald vines stretched out from within, intertwining with the tentacles below, pulling and tugging at each other.
The emerald vines quickly became disadvantaged, being torn and pulled out of the dark blue Door by the tentacles. A large number of vines drooped limply, and finally, a headless knight, covered in black armor and riding a warhorse, fell out.
The headless knight's chest and abdomen were split by three cracks emitting a faint green light, two small and one large, resembling a distorted and hideous face.
"Wahhh! Wahhh!"
The large crack on the headless knight's lower abdomen, which resembled a mouth, opened wide, emitting a low, piercing sound that could directly penetrate the soul and incite emotions.
The Prophet Clone in mid-air, upon hearing this sound, sealed his perception of the outside world with his Spirit, while continuously raising his figure.
The tentacles extending from the river seemed to be in extreme pain, intertwining with each other, their sharp-toothed mouths opening and closing as if gasping for air.
The river water gradually turned pitch black, unable to emit any scarlet moonlight. This blackness began to spread outwards, and black spots of varying sizes also appeared on the original milky-white tentacles. An aura of Fallen distortion instantly permeated the area.
The tentacles with black spots rapidly underwent mutations. Dark fleshy growths sprouted from their sides, intertwining to form large or small pitch-black limbs, tearing at the surrounding tentacles that were still in their normal state.
A subtle spiritual fluctuation rapidly spread along the river, and all surrounding creatures began to undergo uncontrollable mutations.
Yellowish pustules grew on the milky-white tentacles, rapidly rupturing and oozing disgusting pus. The entire tentacles began to melt into a repulsive liquid.
These highly infectious liquids, in turn, corrupted the now black river surface and the mutated tentacles.
The headless knight, covered in black armor, stood quietly on the river surface. His warhorse, integrated with his body, reared up and let out a neigh that was closer to a roar.
The surrounding pitch-black river water instantly surged, and a dense, dark blackness rapidly welled up, merging with the Fallen mutated tentacles, transforming into grotesque pitch-black creatures that charged recklessly in all directions.
From the surrounding pools of yellowish liquid, giants with only upper bodies quickly condensed, like bizarre golems made of rotting flesh and disgusting pus.
Black and light yellow intertwined, contaminating and assimilating each other.
In mid-air, the Prophet Clone raised his hand and materialized a Eyes of Mystery Prying symbol in the air. His Spirit flowed like water, leaving behind sparkling stars, outlining a cold eye that reflected layers upon layers of Doors.
The surrounding space quickly swapped with another location. The Prophet Clone's figure distorted for a moment, then transformed into Leyton, wearing a Sage's robe.
A dazzling golden-yellow Sun abruptly rose in another direction, its bright, piercing light momentarily overshadowing the blood Moon in the sky.
A figure enveloped in scarlet moonlight appeared out of thin air near the golden-yellow Sun. Enduring the burning sensation as if his body was ignited, he extended his hands forward, pulling out a illusory and hazy Door inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols from thin air.
The "Summoning Gate," which should have established a connection with the Spirit World, underwent a bizarre mutation. A strange creature emerged from it. It had a highly captivating human female face, but the rest of its body resembled a locust magnified many times over.
The moment this figure appeared, it let out a terrified scream. Being extremely close to the miniature Sun, its body inevitably ignited, sending up illusory golden-yellow flames and greenish-black smoke.
"Ah! Ah! Wahhh—"
It screamed in terror, but the sound it made was not any known language on the Northern and Southern continents.
A blood-red arrow suddenly pierced its chest from behind, coming from the High Summoner who had summoned it through the "Summoning Gate."
The golden-yellow flames surged more fiercely. The strange creature's body exploded abruptly before it even had a chance to fall, its flesh directly pulverizing into dust.
Deep red light separated from these flesh and blood, rapidly covering the golden-yellow miniature Sun, strangely invading it.
The scorching Sun strangely distorted and squirmed, as if something was about to break out of its shell.
Screech! Sizzle!
The golden-yellow Sun peeled off in pieces like an eggshell, and a tall humanoid figure composed purely of brilliant golden light emerged from within. Two cracks opened at the position of its head, emitting a glow like the blood Moon in the sky, appearing bizarre and distorted.
Did the Primordial Moon manage to send in some Fallen influence through the "Summoning Gate"? It's impossible for the Seven Gods not to have noticed this method of crossing the Primordial One's barrier.
Leyton, observing this scene, withdrew his gaze. He had a premonition that tonight's major movements were not just on the ground, but also in the Cosmos above.
The deep blue, almost purple, radiance in his eyes flowed, quickly suppressing the surging thoughts in his mind, allowing himself to remain in a state of absolute rationality.
The Eyes of Mystery Prying searched around but did not find the true body of the hidden Primordial Moon's Blessed, or rather, the other party was everywhere.
This guy is everywhere, could it be that he dismembered himself at the cellular level?
As thoughts floated, his eyes suddenly deepened, resembling the sea before a storm. This situation did not last long, perhaps one or two breaths, and his eyes became clear again.
Leyton gazed at the dark and light yellow intermingling and invading river below, sighing almost imperceptibly. Then, he stretched his hands forward and pulled out a dense, unmelting, thick shadow from the void, which he directly threw into the river below.
The dense shadow, carrying the power of the Fallen, defilement, and aberration domains, rapidly corrupted the river water, also breaking the balance between the two sides that had been in a stalemate.
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