After William Augustus I uttered the decree, there was no change in the surroundings; his decree strangely failed.
Hermes, who was in a stalemate with Suah on the side, seemingly having reached a tacit understanding, suddenly turned his head and said, "Do not use Ancient Hermes in front of me."
William Augustus I's face was expressionless, but a clear emotion of anger appeared on his body. Under Suah's influence, any emotion here was magnified.
Fine bloodshot lines appeared in his blue eyes. His left hand clenched in mid-air, and at the same time, he softly chanted in elf language, "Imprisonment!"
The torrent of information that enveloped him, surging like a flood, suddenly froze, its speed slowed to the extreme.
"Exile!"
Another decree was uttered in elf language. All the knowledge Leyton had instilled in his mind was exiled, which immediately restored most of his state.
Without stopping, he clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it down fiercely, carrying an indescribable momentum and power, as if to directly execute the complex and fluctuating information around him.
As his fist swung down, the floating torrent of information around him seemed unaffected, and his Beyonder ability failed again.
A tearing pain came from his chest and abdomen. William Augustus I looked down in disbelief, seeing a huge gash appear between his chest and abdomen, with crimson flesh still wriggling inside.
Before he could react, an ancient-style spear, burning with clusters and specks of bloody dark red, pierced through his body from behind, making it difficult for the wriggling flesh to recover.
His eyelids suddenly became heavy, and he felt extremely fatigued, wanting to enter an eternal slumber.
"...Why?"
William Augustus I looked forward in disbelief. He didn't even understand what he had just encountered in that instant, why his Beyonder abilities would harm him, and why his spiritual intuition would completely fail.
The surrounding torrent of information quickly converged, re-forming Leyton's body. In his hand, he held the wishing lamp borrowed from Bernadette.
A stream of golden liquid poured out from the spout like water, circling William Augustus I twice in mid-air, like a solid rope, firmly binding him in place.
Part of the golden liquid merged into William Augustus I's body, while another part gathered into a golden figure full of chaos and distortion. It looked down at William Augustus I, who was already restrained, and spoke in a calm and solemn tone, "In the state of an information torrent, all your Beyonder abilities are aimed at me, which will inevitably fail."
"From the very beginning, the knowledge infused into your mind was mixed with parts of my information. This is the most direct and powerful connection; you cannot resist, you cannot guard against it, you can only become my puppet."
The Genie's words seemed to be the final judgment. William Augustus I gazed at the Genie's figure with hazy eyes, his lips opening and closing, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
"Don't be so eager to tempt him. An angel who has lived for thousands of years is not so easily completely corrupted by you."
As Leyton spoke, he extended his right hand, conjuring a dark, ancient horn that carried an extremely heavy and powerful aura.
This was the angel-level "Horn of Destruction"; the sound produced when blown, when layered, could shatter all matter, even space, in the surroundings.
He brought the "Horn of Destruction" to his lips and blew it forcefully. A low humming sound instantly echoed throughout these several connected mausoleums.
Crack! Crack!
Amidst a series of crisp tearing sounds, fine cracks continuously appeared on the stone-piled ground, in the dark walls, and even in the empty air.
Prince Grove Augustus, wearing a crown of thorns, tried to stop Leyton's actions. His eyes instantly turned brilliant gold, and he raised his hands high, as if embracing the Sun.
Guided by spirituality, scorching golden sunlight fell from nowhere, illuminating the entire mausoleum.
These lights intertwined into an "ocean," instantly covering everything around. Silently, the surrounding mausoleums fell like curtains, revealing a fairytale-like scene behind them.
Grove Augustus's face instantly turned pale. He could clearly feel that this was no longer inside the mausoleum. Not only did he fail to stop Leyton from destroying the mausoleum, but he was also taken by Bernadette to leave the battlefield. Next, he would face an angel alone, an angel holding a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, an angel who greatly restrained him.
In the gloomy world where raven calls constantly echoed, all the corpses hanging in the black spired church fell, surrounding Klein and Azik's historical projections.
Azik frowned, looking at the dense puppets around them. Even the "Death Consul," who was quite accomplished in the soul domain, found it difficult to locate Zaratul's hidden true body for a while. He could only turn to Klein and caution, "Be careful. I can't find Zaratul's true body for now."
"I understand." Klein took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.
Almost as soon as his words fell, a somewhat familiar figure slowly but firmly outlined itself in mid-air.
He was dressed in rather luxurious clothes, with long, slightly curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. It was Roselle from his "Knowledge Emperor" period.
Roselle's historical projection appeared somewhat dazed, but this state did not last long. When he looked down at Klein from above, his own consciousness had already quietly replaced it.
He calmly looked at Klein, numerous illusory and complex mysterious symbols condensing in his blue eyes.
The next second, his head began to throb, as if his entire head was about to explode, filled with a large amount of useless knowledge.
No, what about the backstab? How did it turn into backstabbing me?
This thought briefly flashed through Klein's mind, then was immediately occupied by chaotic thoughts, making it difficult to even raise the idea of moving a finger.
Azik, who was beside him, quickly recovered. Pale flames burned in his eyes, and his body instantly swelled, growing dark green, almost black scales and white feathers, transforming into a giant Feathered Serpent.
The moment the Feathered Serpent appeared, two more figures emerged beside Roselle: one was William Augustus I, who was being corrupted by the Genie, and another was an existence Klein didn't recognize, but his aura also belonged to the angel level.
Crimson flames rose from Klein's body. He intended to use flame teleportation to move away from the center of the battlefield, so as not to be affected by the battle between the angels.
As the flames dissipated, Klein's figure remained in place. The starting and ending points of the flame jump he had just performed were cleverly grafted together.
Taking a deep breath, Klein reached out again, dragging a silver-white serpent tail from the void.
As Klein released his right hand, a giant figure appeared in this gloomy realm. It was a huge, illusory, scaleless serpent formed by countless mercury-colored, complex symbols connected one after another—the "Snake of Fate" from the "Fate" Pathway, Sequence 1!
Its eyes were crimson and cold, and its body was covered with dense patterns and symbols forming interconnected spinning wheels, each with different markings around it.
It was Will Auceptin's true body that had arrived. When he used flame teleportation earlier, Klein simultaneously ignited the paper cranes on his body, transmitting the situation here to Will Auceptin.
It's a good thing I wasn't directly taken away from Backlund by Zaratul, otherwise Will wouldn't have been able to arrive in time. Then I would have had to cancel the maintenance of Lady Arianna's historical projection and pull out a new historical projection, which would greatly increase the pressure on the operation to destroy the mausoleum.
As he pondered, Will Auceptin, maintaining his mythical creature form, had already opened his mouth and bitten his tail, connecting the giant serpent's body from head to tail, intertwining with countless illusory rivers, evolving into a blurry, not quite true, slowly rotating giant wheel.
Suddenly, Roselle and the two newly appeared angel projections quickly vanished. The puppets controlled by Zaratul were re-hung on the church ceiling, and his two puppets returned. At the same time, he and Azik quickly retreated, returning to reality in the lower reaches of the Tussock River.
After Will Auceptin reset the surroundings, he quickly disappeared, returning to his baby carriage. The Yesterday Reappearance charm Klein had given him could only temporarily restore his strength, and it was now exhausted.
In Dr. Aaron's house in Backlund, Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk, tugged at the silver silk covering him and sighed, "Sigh~ Backlund is really not suitable for babies to live in."
After Will Auceptin reset the surroundings, Azik summoned many undead and Natural Spirits, sending them into the ruins first to trigger Zaratul's "Miracle." Only then did he and Klein step into the ruins.
Without Zaratul's interference, he directly entered the true interior of the ruins.
He was then shocked by the chaotic scene inside. The space within the mausoleum had been expanded several times, as if someone had connected several mausoleums together.
The moment Klein entered the mausoleum, he was locked onto by the "Abomination" Suah. Its two arms suddenly elongated and reached out to grab Klein.
The surface of these arms was dark and sticky, seemingly oozing evil liquids, and grew various strange and bizarre things.
An extreme evil and extreme madness quickly permeated, instantly cracking the surroundings and infecting them with madness.
Klein felt as if his body had fallen into one barrier after another, making it difficult to move. Various desires and emotions arose in his heart, causing him to fall into a dazed state, temporarily unable to make an effective response.