Except for the one in deep slumber, all remaining Amons simultaneously pressed the monocle at their right eye, turned to Leyton, and said with a smile, "I'm not very interested in stealing the Beyonder characteristic and authority from Antigonus. That would only increase my burden. My goal has always been to awaken him, or to kill him."
"Whichever it is, it will allow him to escape his current predicament, and it will also allow me to achieve my goal."
"Since that's the case, then you all shall stay here together."
As he spoke, Leyton's figure instantly swelled, with black mist continuously surging from his body, growing one indifferent and aloof eye after another, transforming into a mountain-like giant.
Also expanding with him was the palace that Antigonus had drawn into the "Realm of Mysteries." Brilliant starlight, at some unknown point, had invaded this space, continuously converging and sinking, transforming the deep and dark palace into an boundless wilderness!
The Amon maintaining his crow form unhurriedly surveyed his surroundings, his tone barely concealing his curiosity as he asked, "Interesting, you swapped the positions of your avatar and main body? When did you complete it?"
As he spoke, his figure also swelled, transforming into a mountain-sized being, wearing a black ancient wizard's robe and a matching pointed soft hat.
One by one, the surrounding avatars transformed into pale white streams of light, re-entering his body, supplementing his power and bringing his state to its peak.
The changes in the surroundings brought some reason back to the maddened Antigonus, who spoke with a somewhat rusty difficulty, "Knowledge... Moor."
Neither Leyton nor Amon paid any attention to this half-Fool who had just emerged from slumber.
Vaguely, they even reached a consensus: kill Antigonus first. One wanted him to be reborn elsewhere, completely free from the Evernight Goddess, while the other wanted to resolve the partial consciousness of Celestial Worthy's revival and press Celestial Worthy's coffin more firmly shut.
After a silent standoff of one second, Amon and Leyton tacitly turned and simultaneously looked at Antigonus.
An extreme premonition of danger instantly brought Antigonus back to his senses, and he simultaneously prepared to resist.
"I wish—"
His wish was not yet finished when he paused, having forgotten what he was about to say.
The next second, countless complex and useless knowledge exploded in his mind, as if to burst every Worm of Spirit on him.
Antigonus's body instantly exploded, transforming into a deep, dark vortex of worms composed of countless slippery tentacles.
One tentacle after another frantically extended outwards, striking at Leyton and Amon.
At the same time, some tentacles reached into the historical void, dragging out three projections from history.
One of them had a beautiful face, close to that of a female human, but two beast legs grew from her ribs and waist, covered in short, thick black fur, and black ribbons encircled her body, like extending tentacles.
She was the Daughter of the Annihilation Demonic Wolf, Antigonus's sister, the Mother of the Sky once worshiped by the Nation of the Evernight!
Another was an elderly man in a deep black robe, with facial features resembling those of a Southern Continent person, who was also "Underworld Emperor" Salinger from the Annihilation Demonic Wolf's time as a subsidiary god!
The last one was a man appearing to be around thirty years old, with long brown hair, chiseled features, firm and resolute lips, a high-bridged nose, and azure eyes filled with madness and cruelty.
He was the highest in status and had the strongest aura among the three historical projections, a King of Angels who had already mastered two Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic, and also "Prince of Abolition" Alista Tudor!
As soon as these three figures were dragged out of the historical void by the transparent, slippery tentacles, a bell rang across the wilderness.
An indescribable, invisible torrent seemed to traverse long history, instantly engulfing the surroundings, stealing away the duration of the historical projections.
The figures of the Mother of the Sky, Salinger, and Alista Tudor vanished the moment they appeared!
Amon raised his hand, pressing the monocle at his right eye, and said with a hint of mockery, "Thousands of years have passed, and your methods are still these. You haven't made any progress."
"He's been dreaming for the past thousand years. If he could still make progress, then you wouldn't be facing Antigonus, but the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings."
Leyton casually interjected. As he spoke, his figure became illusory, as if he didn't exist at all, and even his Spirit Body Threads became illusory, breaking free from Antigonus's control.
His state restored, Leyton caused a complex and illusory symbol to condense within each of the eyes that had grown around him.
At this instant, a terrifying, torrent-like information storm of immense complexity formed, encompassing Antigonus and Amon, assaulting every Worm of Spirit and Worm of Time with complex and useless knowledge, preventing them from effective thought and reaction.
After Amon and Antigonus briefly fell into a state of rigidity, Leyton pushed his right hand, adorned with a mechanical glove, forward, causing a hazy glow to emanate around him—a glow that was neither brilliant nor clear, devoid of any color, seemingly composed of a vast quantity of illusory things.
These lights instantly enveloped Amon and Antigonus, rapidly eroding their bodies, intending to reduce their matter to its most basic particulate structure.
The moment the hazy glow approached him, Amon reacted, instantly stealing his own position and vanishing from the spot.
He seemed to have been prepared for Leyton's methods, having already prepared a means to steal away negative effects on himself.
Amon, reappearing in another direction not far away, reached out and grabbed Antigonus, once, twice, thrice...
Antigonus, who had just broken free from the influence of the information storm, fell into a dazed state again. Thoughts disappeared the moment they appeared in his mind, causing him to stand there blankly, unable to make any reaction.
In less than two seconds, Antigonus's body was completely decomposed, turning into its most basic particulate structure, losing its life.
A King of Angels who had mastered the Uniqueness, known as a half-Fool, Antigonus, was killed less than a minute after waking up!
With Antigonus temporarily offline, Leyton and Amon confronted each other again.
Amon tilted his head, glancing at the eyes that had, at some unknown point, tightly surrounded him, and chuckled, "Our cooperation just now was very pleasant."
Leyton nodded, then said, "But it ends here."
No sooner had he spoken than each eye around him lit up with deep blue, almost purple, brilliance, unleashing an exaggeratedly terrifying information storm around them.
As if all the information and knowledge in the world had converged, this information storm solidified into tangible light, impossible to evade or resist.
Amon raised his hand and pressed his monocle. His body became illusory, as if the very concept of his existence had been stolen, and no matter how the information storm disturbed, it could not touch him.
"I happen to have a new experiment."
Muttering with interest, Amon's figure decomposed into streaks of pale white light, merging into the surrounding turbulent information storm.
A divine kingdom full of "errors" appeared and enveloped the surroundings, disguising itself as part of countless pieces of information, hiding within the projected wilderness.
At this instant, Leyton felt his control over information and knowledge slipping, becoming sluggish and erroneous.
"A bit interesting, as expected of the embodiment of all errors."
"But the existence of such loopholes and Errors is truly annoying. The logical chaos and contradictions go against the rigor of knowledge, which I dislike very much."
As he spoke, starlight continuously flowed within his eyes, transforming into various symbols, imbuing abstract knowledge with tangible power.
The turbulent information storm around them became even more terrifying, constantly separating and rejoining, condensing into various forms:
Illusory hats, strange balls of yarn, struck matches, dark ancient horns, spears of ancient design, burning with clusters and specks of blood-red dark light from tip to hilt...
They seemed to come alive, automatically locking onto the Worm of Times that had disguised themselves as information streams in the surroundings, launching attacks against them.
A tearing, illusory sound suddenly echoed, and silver-white light pierced the deep sky, illuminating the entire wilderness.
Streaks of silver-white lightning snakes then shot out, carrying an intensely tangible aura of tyranny and destruction, densely striking downwards, enveloping the entire wilderness projected by Leyton, and simultaneously erupting into a powerful electromagnetic storm, destroying all information structures.
The wilderness, evolved from information, crumbled inch by inch in the silver-white lightning. The trapped Amon also seized this opportunity, using the rules of deception to steal his position and mode of existence, moving away from the Hornacis Mountains.
As Amon left, the silver-white lightning and floating starlight simultaneously receded. On the main peak of the Hornacis Mountains, except for the disappearance of the original ancient and magnificent palace, everything else remained as it was before, as if nothing had changed.
In Utopia, Abomination Suah appeared, tracing the aura of the Mother Tree of Desire. Before he could make a move, the surroundings suddenly darkened—not the dimness of light disappearing, but rather that he was silently dragged into the shadows of order, losing all interaction with the real world.
The Utopia in reality fell into a silent stillness. Whether it was outsiders, Klein's marionettes, or the insects already present there, all were fixed in place, repelled and polluted by the underlying rules of this place.
A crow with black feathers suddenly fell from the rooftop. Transparent worms continuously crawled out of its eyes, mouth, and other places, trying to escape, but always struggling to overcome the suppression of the rules.
Silently, the crow's figure distorted, transforming into an old man wearing a black hooded robe, with long, dense white whiskers around his mouth and face.
Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, his main body and marionette had their positions swapped!