Above the Gray Fog, Klein rationally abandoned his plan to contend with the "Sea King" for control of the storm.
He put down the sea god scepter and reached out to summon a crudely cut paper figure from the pile of sundries, using the characteristics of a "Conqueror" to create a paper angel wreathed in flames.
Following the mark left by the Prophet Clone on the "Sea Demon," he bestowed a paper angel's blessing upon the "Sea Demon" hiding beneath the sea surface.
Then, he picked up the sea god scepter nearby and applied some blessings from the ocean domain to it, helping it evade the "Sea King's" scrutiny of this sea area.
Having completed all of this, Klein leaned back in the high-backed chair behind him and let out a long sigh.
Hopefully, it won't be found by that "Sea King," otherwise, it probably won't even have a chance to be reforged.
I, this half-baked "Sea God," can only barely exert some power by relying on this Gray Fog and the sea god scepter; compared to the true "Sea King," it's like a child who hasn't even started developing yet compared to a robust adult.
As he was lamenting, the scene condensed from the Red Light slightly swayed, becoming very blurry, and strange distortions appeared in the image.
"Hmm? What's going on? The 'Sea King's' mental scan shouldn't cause such a strong reaction."
"Did an Angel cast their gaze over? The Church of the Lord of Storms? Or just passing by? No, this doesn't seem to contain any will, is it a Grade 0Sealed Artifact?"
While muttering to himself, Klein decisively ended his observation of that sea area and shifted his gaze, following the connection of "Mind Communication," to another sea area.
The sea surface was empty, with nothing but whistling gales and crimson moonlight.
Klein saw more above the Gray Fog; under his true vision, he saw a tangled and interwoven expanse of green vines, layered upon layer, forming a verdant forest.
"Imprisonment!"
As he softly chanted in Dragonese, the Prophet Clone raised his hand and pushed forward, creating a pool of extremely viscous transparent liquid that flowed, as if forming a giant amber, tightly encasing the black-haired, golden-eyed, black-suited Beyonder of the Black Emperor pathway, restricting him in place.
The black-haired, golden-eyed Beyonder calmly raised his hand, and the "Imprisonment" effect, which was close to a Beyonder's power, was like paper in front of him; with a gentle pull, it shattered.
"Are you from the Castiya family?"
As he spoke, a dark red glow slowly flowed in his eyes, and his right hand clenched into a fist, forcefully swinging forward.
The distance between the two became chaotic at this moment; the original dozens of meters were shortened to within a single step, and an ordinary punch was "magnified" into a fatal blow.
The Prophet Clone's pupils slightly contracted; his body suddenly became transparent and illusory, turning into a pile of foam under the deadly punch.
These foams reflected colorful hues, scattering and drifting away, vanishing in an instant.
His figure reappeared a hundred meters behind the black-haired Beyonder.
Specks of brass-colored light moved around, outlining strange symbols one after another, continuously reinforcing this space and patching up the loopholes caused by "Chaos."
The light blue radiance flowing in the Prophet Clone's eyes brightened, and an indescribable sense of majesty emanated from him, as if he were a terrifying existence who could easily control others' lives.
Under this level of majesty, the black-haired Beyonder was momentarily awed in place, an inexplicable sense of extreme fear arising in his heart, making him want to bow his head, even prostrate himself, wanting to listen to every word of the other party and obey every command.
Without any hesitation, he used "Bestowal" to transfer the negative status effects on him to the Prophet Clone.
The Prophet Clone suddenly lost his fighting spirit, and the mysterious symbol resembling a balance that had just condensed in front of him instantly disintegrated.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several thin, sharp wind blades suddenly cut through the air, shooting towards him.
The thin wind blades were suddenly "magnified" dozens of times in mid-air, carrying a sharp cutting sensation, plowing several half-meter wide furrows in the ground woven from green vines.
Almost in the blink of an eye, these wind blades engulfed the Prophet Clone's position, cutting his body into pieces of pale yellow paper scraps.
His figure appeared about ten meters away, the light blue radiance flowing in his eyes appearing very dim, and he seemed somewhat listless.
At this moment, various dark and melancholic thoughts began to surface in his mind, and he fell into extreme self-contradiction.
Using the paper figure substitute to evade the attack was already a forced bit of spirit.
Just then, a dense Gray Fog suddenly surged from before his eyes, and a tall Angel appeared, bearing twelve pairs of fiery wings and wearing heavy full plate armor stained with crimson blood and rust.
Wings burning with crimson flames wrapped him layer by layer, transferring the negative effects on him to an unknown place.
Light blue radiance flowed in his eyes, outlining a symbol composed of layers of illusory doors.
The next moment, his body suddenly vanished from its original spot.
Boom!
A thick silver-white lightning bolt appeared directly, ignoring distance, at the spot where he had just stood.
The green vines on the ground were blasted into a deep pit, becoming scorched black, and fragmented silver-white electric snakes scurried around, emitting sizzling sounds.
About a hundred meters behind the black-haired Beyonder, the Prophet Clone suddenly appeared, and specks of brass-colored light outlined a balance-like pattern in front of him; his voice, carrying an indescribable sense of majesty, spoke:
"Rules are forbidden to be distorted here!"
"Bribery is forbidden here!"
"Corruption is forbidden here!"
"Here..."
His words had not yet fully fallen, but his voice suddenly became chaotic, as if he were slurring, and the subsequent "forbidden" could not form.
At the same time, an inexplicable surge of anger suddenly welled up in his heart, wanting to violently tear apart everything around him.
The intense anger made it difficult for him to even think, only wanting to tear and kill the person in front of him at all costs.
His breathing became heavy, and the pale blue flowing in his eyes flickered with the violent fluctuations of his emotions.
The Prophet Clone heavily exhaled a turbid breath, relying on his rationality to temporarily suppress the anger that had been "magnified" by "Bestowal."
Around him, brass-colored specks of light constantly moved, outlining peculiar, mysterious symbols imbued with the aura of the Sun domain.
The brass light gradually turned golden, becoming brighter and hotter.
At the same time, he spread his arms halfway, as if embracing divine grace, and devoutly chanted:
"Sun!"
Instantly, golden flames with scorching heat ignited out of thin air around him; they intertwined and interwoven, forming a massive, pure orb of light, erupting with blazing light and heat, encompassing everything around them, igniting and destroying all.
Within a field of blazing white light and fire, an abnormal void appeared, and the surrounding light and flames spontaneously distorted around this area.
As the surrounding green vines ignited, a usable loophole finally appeared in this space.
"A small, inconspicuous spark of anger and the dark side of one's heart are enough to make one act irrationally."
The black-haired Beyonder sighed with a hint of a smile, the dark red in his eyes deepening a few shades.
With the cooperation of the surrounding light, fire, and green vines, a passage leading out of this space appeared.
Without any hesitation, he stepped directly forward, his figure flickering strangely a few times, and he directly exited this space.
Feeling the cold sea breeze and crimson moonlight on his face, a familiar, extremely majestic Dragonese suddenly echoed in his ears:
"Imprisonment!"
Layer upon layer of transparent walls appeared out of thin air, firmly solidifying him in place.
He raised his hand, wanting to twist the intensity of the Beyonder power again, just like before, and then tear apart the invisible barrier that was confining him.
A blazing white, faintly purple flame spear suddenly appeared, descending from high in the sky like an unstoppable meteor, continuously enlarging and drawing closer in the black-haired Beyonder's eyes.
He stood there stunned, as if scared witless, completely unsure how to react; if one looked closely, one could see his pupils contracting very slowly, as if his own time had been slowed down.
This state did not last too long; he quickly used his Beyonder power to prematurely end the negative effects on him.
During the brief delay, the flame spear, which was sliding down like a meteor, had already drawn near, and in his terrified gaze, the flame spear instantly pierced through his head.
This was an attack enhanced with "Harvest"; even though its intensity was weakened by his "Twist" ability, after hitting a vital spot, it achieved a fatal blow.
A powerful mental "scan" also swept over at this instant, carrying anger that was almost solidified, making the surrounding wind much more intense.
The Prophet Clone stepped forward without any hesitation, his figure flickering, appearing directly beside the black-haired Beyonder's corpse; one hand gripped him, while the other hand outlined symbols of illusory doors in mid-air.
Brass-colored specks of light rapidly moved around, continuously outlining several illusory grand doors covered with mysterious symbols.
In the sky, thick dark clouds rapidly gathered, then continuously split apart, growing eyebrows, eyes, and a mouth.
Silver-white lightning, imbued with a destructive aura, poured down from the mouth and nose of the human face formed by the dark clouds, like a silver-white forest filled with tyrannical destructive energy, illuminating the entire sea area with a stark white light.
The Prophet Clone, dragging the black-haired Beyonder's corpse, glanced at the human face in the sky, waved at it, and then randomly chose an illusory grand door to enter.
As soon as he stepped into the illusory grand door, silver-white lightning enveloped the surroundings; some bolts shot into those illusory doors, being sent to unknown places, while others fell around him.
Those illusory grand doors only lasted for a moment before being annihilated by the lightning storm, shattering into specks of faint blue light.
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