William Augustus I.
"Shaman King" Klarman, it seems the Rose School of Thought's high-end combat power isn't quite enough; they've even called upon a follower of the Primordial Moon. As thoughts flickered, Leyton smiled and nodded at the other party, his gaze sweeping over the exquisitely crafted male doll Klarman held.
It was only palm-sized, dressed in a dark red, gold-embroidered suit, its eyes gouged out, leaving only two black holes. A faint, almost imperceptible gaze fell upon Leyton, filled with intense hatred and malice.
The next moment, the dense darkness and shadows around them rapidly writhed, condensing into illusory but solid pitch-black shackles, surging from all directions, attempting to entangle Leyton.
At the same time, the male doll held by Klarman suddenly vanished.
Leyton suddenly felt the mechanical glove on his right hand tremble slightly, conveying emotions of disgust and anger.
Immediately, the clothes on his body inexplicably tightened, the collar, cuffs, and waistband forcefully constricting him, as if to tear him apart.
This state lasted less than a second. Leyton's figure suddenly became illusory, as if he didn't exist at all, and the pitch-black shackles condensed from shadows around him passed directly through his body.
The palm-sized, exquisitely crafted male doll also outlined itself in the air before him.
Leyton extended his right hand forward, easily grasping the palm-sized doll. A faint, hazy glow immediately covered the bronze mechanical glove, flowing like water, bit by bit drilling into the doll's interior.
"Wahhh!!"
A shrill, piercing shriek that directly harmed the Spirit Body erupted from the doll, then instantly vanished.
Several dark gold nails with strange patterns were conjured out of thin air, sealing the doll's mouth shut.
Not far away, Klarman's eyes clearly reflected Leyton's figure. He had gouged out one of his own eyeballs.
Dense black mist surged in his hand, enveloping the eyeball.
Deep, solidified darkness then appeared around Leyton; the surrounding scene seemed to be frozen, and an invisible force firmly bound him in place.
Leyton chuckled, shaking the purple gourd in his left hand. Pure, clear yellow light surged out from the gourd, instantly engulfing the surroundings.
In the blazing, dazzling ocean of light, two muffled groans simultaneously sounded, and the scent of burning flesh permeated the air.
In the pure, clear ocean of light, thin black smoke constantly floated and then disappeared. A group of vampire bats, between true and illusory, rapidly flapped their wings and flew towards the other side of the dock. After escaping the light's embrace, they re-formed into the Shaman King Klarman's body.
As his figure solidified, his eyes quickly reflected the figure of Mahmosi, who was wearing a white robe inlaid with gold threads and had a gaunt, skeletal face.
Using Klarman's eyes as a mirror, Mahmosi also escaped the ocean of light.
Not far away, the light covering half the dock rapidly converged, forming a cluster in the hand of the Loen Military's female demigod, who was wearing a black evening gown and a strange crown woven from thorns. It gradually stretched into a pure, incandescent, scorching spear of light, seemingly composed of pure sunlight.
At the front of this spear, two pure white wings unfolded in layers, embracing the spear tip like an angel, directly sealing the space around Leyton, preventing him from avoiding attacks by means like teleportation.
Leyton looked at the female demigod, who was about to throw the incandescent, scorching spear of light in her hand. His eyes instantly became pale gold and vertical, and layered dark gold scales shimmered faintly on the mechanical hand he wore on his right hand.
Snap!
A crisp snapping sound echoed in the silent night. The surrounding airflow suddenly became violent, crackling against the air, and the wind carried a certain will, blowing in all directions.
At this moment, everyone on the dock fell into a brief state of confusion and terror. It was as if they heard a giant dragon roaring in their ears, seemingly from reality, yet also from illusion. Their bodies, minds, and spirits were all in an uncontrollable state.
Some stood trembling in place, some blindly and irrationally ran towards the garden corner, some lost control of their bladder and bowels, their legs weakly collapsing, or they simply fainted and fell into a coma.
In the female demigod's hand, the spear of light, accumulated from pure sunlight, lost its spiritual sustenance and disintegrated back into pieces of pure, incandescent sunlight. The sealed space around them was also liberated.
Leyton curled his lips, a layer of hazy starlight covering his body. His figure instantly vanished from the spot.
Silently, a peaceful, quiet night descended, and the howling wind and the sound of waves crashing against the embankment gradually faded away. The entire dock fell into a concealed state.
Leyton's figure appeared on the deck of the hybrid power sailboat docked at the pier. Around him, orange-red twilight light emerged from the void.
Gradually, an illusory and magnificent palace, like a giant's dwelling, appeared in the orange-red light. Several extremely blurry figures with terrifying auras sat around a mottled long table stained crimson with blood. Their expressions were ferocious, as they ravenously devoured the food on the table.
The next moment, the blurry figures seated at the long table all turned their heads, looking towards the other side of the dock, at the female demigod in the evening gown, and the black-haired, golden-eyed male demigod beside her, who wore a neatly tailored suit and had a mature, refined demeanor.
The Mystical Items they wore suddenly went out of control. On the strange crown woven from thorns, the thorns lengthened and sharpened, rapidly extending inward, deeply piercing into the female demigod's head, and hot, crimson blood gushed out.
In the hand of the black-haired, golden-eyed male demigod, the ring suddenly burst forth with a crystal-like light. This light only enveloped the arm on which he wore the ring.
Before he could react, the light, along with his arm, vanished.
The black-haired, golden-eyed male demigod's expression was momentarily stunned, then he half-knelt on the ground as if losing balance, a pained expression on his face, tears welling in the corners of his eyes due to the intense pain stimulating his body.
Leyton rubbed his fingers, creating specks of starlight that transformed into a large hand, reaching towards the female demigod's head.
A long arrow of deep Red Light shot from the other side of the dock, shattering the starlight-condensed hand.
At the same time, Mahmosi opened his mouth again, letting out a silent shriek towards Leyton.
The shriek carried a curse, brewed to its extreme in long silence, and erupted on Leyton's body.
The next second, Leyton's body dematerialized, like something non-existent. The curse that had been directed at him transformed into pieces of pitch-black, tiny worms, wriggling and disappearing into the air.
After Leyton banished the Pharaoh's mummy, Mahmosi and Klarman of the Rose School of Thought had treated him as an enemy. Their attempt to reclaim the mummy failed, and to successfully escape Backlund, they decided to temporarily ally with the two demigods of the Loen Military.
With the Rose School of Thought demigods buying time, the golden-haired, dark-eyed military demigod gasped heavily for a moment. He propped himself up with his remaining hand, looking at the female demigod whose brain had been pierced by the thorn crown, her eyes vacant and helpless, and said:
"No reanimation of dead objects here."
"No bleeding or injury here."
As his words fell, the female demigod, who had been tightly controlled by the thorn crown, finally regained herself. Her expression instantly turned painful, as if she had just felt the agony coming from her head.
"Alas~"
A heavy sigh escaped Leyton's lips. His status, transcending that of an ordinary angel, caused his sigh to become an indescribable, unintelligible, and highly contaminating terrifying gibberish in the ears of the Rose School of Thought and Loen Military demigods.
"I don't want to expose my Angel-level power and aura so close to Backlund. It would cause unnecessary trouble."
His sigh was like the whispers of an evil god; even when Mahmosi and the others sealed themselves off, they found it difficult to block out.
Gibberish imbued with madness, distortion, and ominous meaning echoed in their ears, causing their brains to ache, their minds to wander, making effective thought difficult. At the same time, their flesh cracked open, and bizarre eyes sprouted all over their bodies.
Leyton's eyes shimmered with cold, pure light, giving a sense of extraordinary divinity and profound wisdom, yet also appearing quite indifferent, lacking humanity.
Specks of starlight overflowed from his fingertips, transforming into several large hands wreathed in starlight, reaching towards the Mystical Items scattered across the dock in an uncontrolled state, as well as the thorn crown on the Loen Military's female demigod's head, and the severed arm of the golden-haired, black-eyed demigod.
Rip!
A crisp tearing sound echoed in mid-air. A silver-white rapier forcefully cut through the peaceful, quiet night, dispelling the Concealment effect that enveloped this dock.
The pitch-black night receded like a tide, revealing the true dock under the dim streetlights, and the sounds of waves crashing and the wind howling began to echo once more.
In the air above the dock, a middle-aged man with a cloak, black hair, blue eyes, a somewhat square face, and a dignified demeanor stood quietly.
Simply by his presence, the rules and order of the surrounding area seemed to be reinforced, as if he were an enforcer and Guardian of order.
"William Augustus I?" Leyton looked up slightly, assessing the other party. His tone was calm but very certain.
Every gold pound note and coin issued by Loen bore his likeness; it would be difficult for anyone not to recognize him.
As he spoke, the Mystical Items captured by the starlight hands had already arrived beside him.
William Augustus I, standing quietly in mid-air, spoke with authority:
"Return to sender!"
His words were like an irrefutable judgment. As his voice fell, the surrounding rules automatically executed the verdict, sending the captured Mystical Items back.