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Leyton narrowed his eyes. He was very familiar with this voice; it came from Sorik, a dependent of the mad Primordial Moon. He was still alive, and it was even possible that he had achieved the conditions required for his advancement ritual thanks to the recent anomaly!
The deep blue, almost purple, glow in Leyton's eyes expanded for a moment, then quickly receded. He restrained the urge to use his Eyes of Mystery Prying. Even a casual glance here could lead to seeing the sisters on the Moon due to mystical connections, which was too dangerous.
His gaze swept coldly around, and specks of starlight appeared around him. He then quickly ascended into the sky.
The deep blue, almost purple, glow in his eyes receded, reflecting a brilliant Cosmos. Dazzling stars emerged one after another, densely packed and resplendent.
Beneath a light curtain that was difficult for ordinary people and Beyonders to perceive, a brilliant Cosmos emerged. The azure Stars quickly transformed into golden, and pure, bright sunlight scattered from the sky, turning night into day in an instant.
Leyton's eyes shimmered with pure light, giving him an exceptionally sacred and wise feeling, yet also appearing quite cold and devoid of warmth.
The Hidden Sage was connected to Leyton in some unknown way. It was somewhat like the War Bishop's mind link. I could easily leverage the Hidden Sage's knowledge, power, and authority, but I would also be oppressed by his madness, affecting my own spirit and will.
Leyton didn't ponder too much; the pressure on his spiritual level in this state was quite significant.
The Stars scattering bright sunlight from the sky descended one by one. Resplendent, pure, and blazing specks of light fell from above, trailing long, faint golden tails in the air, as if even the air was tinged with gold.
These specks of light seemed to be conscious, accurately landing on every mutated creature.
The plants that had grown grotesque and crimson mouths, constantly praying to the Primordial Moon, let out screams. As wisps of dark green smoke rose from them, their life signs returned to normal, and the pollution they suffered was Purified. However, their appearance did not completely revert, still looking somewhat grotesque and distorted.
The mutated Monsters and already dead corpses truly and completely died. Although their appearance remained strange, there was no longer any pollution.
The faint golden light rain lasted for nearly half a minute, until the last golden Star floating in the sky also fell, and the vast, pervasive aura of the Sun was gradually replaced by the deep Crimson Moon light.
Leyton looked up in a daze. The light curtain that had previously obscured the sky had disappeared, and with it, the illusory figure of the Chained God, hanging upside down from a tree, which had projected through the Spirit World, also vanished.
Feeling that the connection between the Hidden Sage and himself had been severed, Leyton quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that if the duration had been a little longer, his mental state would have suffered irreversible damage.
Although I experienced the power and authority of a Sequence 1 Archangel through the Hidden Sage, this half-minute trial card will take me at least one or two months to fully adjust my mental state.
Muttering to himself, Leyton looked down with profound eyes, attempting to find the Primordial Moon's dependent who was advancing through divination, to stop him, and preferably to eliminate this unstable factor directly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A continuous whooshing sound came, and several blood-red long arrows pierced through Leyton's forehead, heart, and lower abdomen at extreme speed.
Amidst a crackling sound, Leyton's figure transformed into sparkling starlight, surging rapidly towards the Primordial Moon Believer who had just attacked him.
A translucent figure abruptly detached from the Spirit World, appearing directly in front of the surging starlight.
He wore a black clerical robe and his left hand, gloved in black, slightly clenched into a fist towards Leyton, as if grasping something, repeating the action twice.
The brilliant starlight seemed difficult to maintain, contracting, and Leyton's figure reformed amidst the floating specks of starlight.
Marauder? It should be a Mystical Item. How unlucky, my starlight transformation ability was just stolen. Thoughts floated one after another. Leyton's eyes sparkled with pure, cold light, suppressing his emotional fluctuations to the lowest. He indifferently scrutinized the Beyonder who had suddenly appeared in front of him.
His face was gaunt, his skin brownish, his eyes sunken as if mummified, and the roots of his beard on his chin were black, extending outwards in white, from the corners of his mouth to his ears. However, they were not thick and quite short, appearing sparse.
His eyes were similar in color to his skin, a light brown. Although he had the demeanor of a priest, he gave off a sinister and terrifying impression, as if he would become perverse in silence.
"Zatwin, a Saint of the Rose School of Thought, I remember you should be in Loen right now."
Leyton spoke without much change in tone, raising his right palm upwards, rapidly forming a slowly rotating ball of stardust.
Zatwin said nothing. He raised his right hand, thumb and index finger at a ninety-degree angle, the other fingers slightly curled.
The next moment, a phantom skull shrouded in black mist suddenly appeared, carrying a heavy aura of Death, like an envoy dispatched from the underworld, heading straight for Leyton.
Leyton unhurriedly tossed the slowly rotating stardust in his hand, and one Star after another emerged, densely packed and dazzling.
These Stars scattered rays of light, converging into magnificent pillars of light around them. The phantom skull shrouded in black mist plunged into it without even a ripple.
The clear, brilliant light, carrying flickering Stars, rapidly expanded outwards, enveloping Leyton and Zatwin at an unavoidable speed. As the specks of starlight flickered, the continuously expanding light carried both figures and disappeared from visible sight.
A hazy crimson Moon light streaked across, condensing a blurry figure in mid-air. He tried to reach out and grasp something, but touched nothing.
"They have been temporarily concealed. This way, no one can interfere with their battlefield, and similarly, no one will have the chance to interfere with us."
Pulak's figure quickly outlined itself beside him. He strolled leisurely in the air, a dull glow passing over the ring on his right hand.
The crimson Moon light suddenly dimmed, and at some unknown point, a hazy, dark mist permeated the surroundings. All scenery became indistinct, seemingly right before one's eyes, yet as distant as if separated by a world.
"The Concealed World… you…"
"Wahhh—Wahhh~"
The Primordial Moon Believer's words were directly interrupted by the echoing whispers of the dead. The sharp, piercing sounds were layered and indescribable, as if countless deceased souls were whispering, roaring, and shouting in his ears.
This sound directly affected the Spirit Body, and even sealing one's spirituality and all senses could not completely block it.
The Primordial Moon Believer, shrouded in crimson Moon light that made him indistinct, frowned slightly, looking annoyed at Pulak, who was continuously chanting the Language of the Dead.
The Language of the Dead constantly echoed in his ears, which was an unbearable torment for a Beyonder of the Moon Pathway with sensitive smell and hearing. The Language of the Dead would gradually turn living creatures into undead, slowly leading them to Death. He could even smell the scent of decaying flesh appearing on himself.
He attempted to create a full Moon in this Concealed World, but each time he was interrupted by the opponent. Without a Moonlit environment, he couldn't maneuver by rapidly flickering his position to contend with the opponent.
The Concealed World was isolated from the Spirit World, so the High Summoner's most powerful abilities could not be exploited here.
He tried to project Pulak's image into his eyes to attack the opponent with a curse, but his spiritual intuition kept warning him, as if doing so would most likely lead to a mutual destruction.
Damn it, the Concealed World is too restrictive for a High Summoner, and even if a Beyonder of the Death Pathway dies, as long as they make certain preparations beforehand, they can still return from the underworld. Even if it's a mutual destruction, in the end, only I will die.
Thoughts floated in his mind, making his mood increasingly irritable, but the desire to perish with the opponent grew stronger.
Just a little longer, as soon as the Concealed World's duration ends, I can return under the Blood Moon, back under the gaze of the great Mother.
Across from him, Pulak, who had maintained a not-too-far, not-too-close distance, slightly curved his lips. His pupils were vertical and golden, as if they could reflect the deepest parts of the soul, but the Primordial Moon Believer, who had been constantly disturbed by him, did not notice this anomaly.
On the other side, Leyton and Zatwin, engulfed by pure light, simultaneously arrived on an island—a dreamy, fairytale-like island, with a bright white Moon suspended above, like an isolated utopia.
Cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes sprouted from various places. Their cold and indifferent gazes all fell upon Zatwin, as if wanting to see through every cell in his body.
Leyton slightly raised his hand, but his movement suddenly paused; he had forgotten what he wanted to do.
The next moment, several thin ice crystal arrows suddenly shot over, carrying a strong aura of Death, leaving a layer of white frost in the air and causing the surrounding vegetation to wither.
Brilliant starlight appeared one after another in front of Leyton. They instantly condensed, forming a somewhat transparent starlight barrier, blocking all the thin ice crystal arrows.
The ice crystal arrows shattered the moment they hit the starlight barrier. Pale ice crystals rapidly spread outwards. As the howling wind picked up, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped, and the speed of frost spreading also sharply accelerated.
Bang!
A violent sound of ice breaking rang out. Zatwin's body was like a runaway Steam train, trailing a long afterimage behind him. His fist smashed through the thick ice crystals, landing on the starlight barrier.
Bang! Bang!
Two more punches landed on the starlight barrier, and Leyton's starlight barrier, not deliberately maintained, shattered in response.
Amidst the falling starlight, like shattered glass, Zatwin's arm suddenly swelled, and, shrouded in illusory black mist, he smashed towards Leyton's face.
The instant his fist touched Leyton, his body suddenly became transparent and ethereal, turning into a pile of scattered foam.
These bubbles quickly froze in the cold wind, then shattered, fleeting in an instant.
Leyton's figure appeared from the other side. He held an milky-white chess piece in his left hand and pressed it in the air.
Zatwin and the cold wind around him seemed to have been put on a slow-motion button, their movements so slow they appeared to be jumping frame by frame.
Without hesitation, Leyton dragged and condensed with his right hand an ancient-styled long spear, from tip to hilt burning with clusters and specks of blood-red dark light.
The long spear was swiftly thrown forward by him, turning into a dark red streak of light that pierced into Zatwin's left chest.
The second before it was about to pierce his heart, Zatwin's body suddenly became transparent, like a statue aggregated from countless starlight. As the dark red long spear passed through his chest, the transparent statue instantly shattered, turning into brilliant starlight surging in specks, and his body reformed in another direction.
Damn it! Marauders are truly annoying!
Unable to help but curse under his breath, Leyton raised his hand and pointed forward. A beautifully dressed, illusory female figure appeared in mid-air.
An intense feeling of drowsiness immediately swept over. Even as a Sequence 3 Saint, Zatwin still found it difficult to resist this drowsiness. His eyelids continuously drooped, as if he would fall asleep the next second.
"Ah!"
A sharp, piercing shriek that directly struck the soul suddenly erupted from his mouth, causing damage to the Spirit Body while carrying an extremely evil and distorted curse.
Leyton's figure thinned and became brittle in that instant, finally transforming into a folded, pale yellow paper figure.
As soon as the pale yellow paper figure appeared, it distorted. Pale white curly hairs grew on the paper figure's body, and its body continuously expanded. Just as it was about to transform into a goat, the paper figure seemed unable to withstand the curse and directly exploded into a pile of fluttering paper scraps.
It was not until the echoing shriek ended that Leyton's figure emerged from a dim night sky, completely unharmed, without the slightest influence of the curse.
While using the paper figure substitute to evade the shriek's damage, he also used a Mystical Reenactment, "Nation of the Evernight," to shift himself into a concealed state, thereby avoiding the Disciple of Silence's transformation curse.
Snap! Leyton raised his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers.
Brilliant Stars appeared one by one in mid-air, simultaneously scattering pure rays of light downwards. These rays intertwined, disintegrating and melting the howling cold wind and the thick frost that had covered the ground, transforming the surroundings into a pure white world.
In this environment, Zatwin's mirror jump and ability to possess inanimate objects could no longer function.
Even if the glove on his hand can steal my thoughts and Beyonder abilities, it's not easy to steal the most crucial and practical ones from the many Beyonder abilities I possess. Similarly, as long as enough thoughts float, he can accurately steal my next course of action, after all, he is not a true Marauder.
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