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The whooshing sound of the wind gradually intensified, and the strong winds swept away figures from the surrounding area, moving them away from this region. At the same time, they transformed into invisible restraints, hindering Amon's movements.
Amon's gaze playfully swept over the figures being carried away by the strong winds, and he provocatively said to the tall and burly middle-aged man controlling the winds:
"Heh, aren't you worried that some of my avatars might be among these transferred believers?"
"My Lord's gaze watches over this place; no Worm of Time can escape!"
"Of course, no speck of starlight can cross the strong winds!"
Jahn Kottman's voice was exceptionally calm, so calm that Leyton felt this Church of the Lord of Storms cardinal might have just gone mad with anger.
His loose Church of the Lord of Storms robes were fully stretched by his well-defined muscles, and bright light burst from his deep blue eyes. His hair was like small worms, with tentacles flailing in the strong winds, intertwining with the lightning falling from high above.
Under his powerful oppressive force, the surrounding wind almost solidified, tightly coiling around Leyton's body, making it difficult for him to even lift a finger.
Seeing that the surrounding wind had completely locked onto him, Leyton simply revealed his figure, turned his head to look at Amon not far away, and said with a helpless tone:
"It seems we underestimated the boost that the state of rage provides to the Folk of Rage."
"Is that so?"
"I've never underestimated the rage of these Folk of Rage. I think you also realized this."
"However, your idea of using them to get rid of me and completely eradicate all my avatars in the Rorsted Archipelago has fallen through. Now, we are survivors on the same small boat!"
Amon tilted his head slightly, a faint smile still on his lips, seemingly enjoying the thrill of the moment. His calm voice, tinged with a hint of playfulness, clearly reached everyone present.
Boom!
A huge sonic boom erupted out of thin air, mixed with the wailing of the wind, layer upon layer, directly engulfing the entire plaza.
Amon and Leyton's figures, one after the other, thinned and became brittle, turning into crudely cut paper figures, which were directly torn into fragments by the violent sonic boom.
Leyton and Amon's figures flickered and floated within the layers of airwaves, occasionally turning into paper scraps, colorful bubbles, or transforming into things that simply didn't exist.
"Haha, the spells you master are all very interesting!"
Amon's voice echoed in Leyton's ear, sounding somewhat arrogant.
Leyton was a bit speechless. His spells were always stolen by Amon at crucial moments. If it weren't for the significant improvement in his spellcasting ability after advancing to Sequence 3, and the spiritual intuition from the Clairvoyant, he wouldn't even have time to cast a spell a second time.
"Look on the bright side, with my help, your spellcasting ability has seen a qualitative improvement in just a few minutes."
Amon silently stole the distance between him and Leyton, instantly appearing behind Leyton. His voice directly echoed in Leyton's ear.
Leyton's figure became transparent in the next moment, turning into a statue formed by countless starlights. Two thumb-sized Worms of Time appeared on the statue's shoulders, directly falling to the ground.
The moment they landed, these two Worms of Time transformed into two faint lights and returned to Amon's body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Streaks of silvery-white electric snakes shot out of thin air, carrying a strong, almost tangible aura of tyrannical destruction, densely striking Amon and Leyton, engulfing the surrounding several hundred meters in a forest of lightning.
Leyton opened his left hand, and a milky-white dice on it spontaneously began to spin, stopping before the lightning struck, with six dots facing up!
Under extreme luck, the surrounding lightning strikes always avoided this small area due to various coincidences and accidents; not even splashing debris managed to affect this side.
Amon's gaze fell on the Die of Probability, then quickly withdrew, seemingly having no intention of stealing it.
His gaze pierced through the lightning covering the surroundings and looked towards mid-air, saying calmly:
"The Angel of the Folk of Rage has arrived. Are you truly not considering becoming my Blessed? I can take you out of here."
"Blessed? Someone to attract fire for you, right? After stealing the Cathedral of Waves, the Lord of Storms can definitely pinpoint you directly. Those lightning bolts that missed earlier should be clearing out your other avatars in Bayam, or even the entire Rorsted Archipelago."
"The Angel of Storms and the Sea King are merely blocking us, preventing too much area from being destroyed when the Storm's divine punishment descends later."
Leyton chuckled in response to Amon, while gently rubbing the Die of Probability with his left hand, pondering whether extreme luck could allow him to survive the divine punishment.
"You've been holding this dice in your hand all this time to gradually bring the surrounding people and objects under its control, turning this surrounding area into a world of probability?"
"But have you ever considered that the Folk of Rage will not be affected by it, and neither will His divine punishment."
Amon's voice carried a hint of disdain and curiosity as he spoke.
He still held a mass of something like black mist in his hand, attempting to obtain more information by influencing Leyton's emotions.
The deep blue, almost purple light flowing in Leyton's eyes rippled slightly. Having lost the Prophet characteristic, he no longer had such strong resistance to abilities that stirred emotions and desires.
Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice:
"Then why have you been constantly trying to parasitize me, and at the same time, stealing the wheel of fortune card in my hand?"
"You should know that with the Die of Probability blessing me with luck, you cannot successfully steal anything from me."
"That's not necessarily True!"
Amon's lips always held a faint smile. As he spoke, he reached into the inner pocket of his classical robe and pulled out a Tarot card.
Leyton's pupils suddenly contracted. His intuition told him that it was a paper Card of Blasphemy.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the Die of Probability in his left hand; it was still six dots facing up.
How could this be? He subconsciously reached out his right hand to feel his wheel of fortune card. Both the tactile sensation and his intuition gave him feedback that it was the True Card of Blasphemy.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to look at the Tarot card in Amon's hand, which was facing away from him, saying:
"Error card?"
Amon looked at Leyton with a playful expression and said:
"Your reaction is so interesting. I thought you wouldn't be scared."
"This is a gift from a young occult enthusiast. He relied on some descriptive words on this Card of Blasphemy to chant a vague honorific name that could point to 'Error', and I responded to him!"
Amon casually tossed the Error card in his hand, revealing the side with two naked figures, a man and a woman, and an angel with pure white wings on its back.
Leyton raised an eyebrow slightly, then withdrew his gaze. Having mastered the Error Uniqueness, he was, at certain times and to a certain extent, already able to represent the True God of this Pathway.
Is he telling me that he can indeed steal items from me even when I'm blessed by the Die of Probability? Or is this just his deception towards me?
"You can guess."
"Or, you and I can play a game. If you win, I'll give you this Error card. If you lose, you help me steal the Betrayal Dragon's church, how about that?"
Amon suggested with a smile.
Leyton saw no trace of panic on him, seemingly unconcerned about the impending divine punishment of the storm.
Leyton did not respond to Amon's words, his gaze falling on the milky-white dice slowly rotating in his open left palm.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt the dice rotating with increasing difficulty, as if modifying the probability here had become a very difficult task.
"This dice is almost at its limit. These lightning bolts carry a portion of the Folk of Rage's will, so their probability is not so easily modified."
Amon's voice clearly echoed in Leyton's ear. As if to respond to his words, this time, after the Die of Probability turned to five dots, it could no longer flip further.
"Five dots... Is this the limit?"
Leyton murmured, his figure instantly becoming transparent, like a statue formed by countless starlights, flickering with specks of starlight, rapidly shattering, and transforming into brilliant starlight surging towards the edge of this lightning forest.
"Heh!" Amon chuckled as he watched Leyton, who had turned into starlight, move away.
He raised his hand and adjusted the monocle on his eye socket. The silvery-white lightning bolts striking him instantly vanished, as if they had never appeared.
He looked towards where Leyton had left, and mused aloud:
"After talking for so long, I finally stole the Concealment effect he had placed on himself. The absolutely lucky Die of Probability is truly a bit troublesome."
"Every gift of fate has already been marked with a price in the dark. Will that very unique dice backfire at the most crucial moment?"
"How exciting!"
With a slight curl of his lips, he sighed. His figure abruptly disappeared and reappeared in the gaps of the lightning storm, passing through by stealing positions.
Boom!
At the edge of the lightning forest, a terrifying sonic boom, mixed with the wailing of the wind domain, instantly erupted. The surging specks of starlight were instantly scattered, no longer able to completely avoid the lightning falling from the sky.
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