As the grayish-white spread rapidly, black flames, large enough to cover half the sky, flickered indistinctly behind the rift like an indescribable Monster, their ends twisting and splitting into python-like black tentacles that furiously slapped the mottled blood-stained banner blocking the rift.
Medici, clad in blood-stained black armor, wore a grotesque smile on his face, which was covered in dark red, almost black, patterns; the banner-like bloody mark on his glabella spread with black and red patterns, surging towards his palm.
The two-to-three-meter-tall iron-black metal pole he clutched tightly in his hand seemed to come alive, gluttonously devouring the pervasive, almost solidified, bloody, rusty scent that filled the entire battlefield.
On the scorched banner hanging from the top of the pole, the dark red, almost black, bloodstains became increasingly vivid, as if they had just been taken out of a blood bath.
The ground, which had turned into a bloody battlefield, disintegrated without warning, and continuous swathes of deep purple flames surged from within, moving towards Medici in the sky.
Countless severed arms and limbs dissolved in the flames, fostering an even denser aura of calamity, and heads, each dragging a blood-stained, pale white spine, appeared, "growing" from the fiery tide.
They were densely packed, seemingly real yet illusory; tens of thousands of gazes all fell upon the black flame Monster behind the rift, venting its fury.
Medici, in a move that harmed him more than his enemy, actively triggered the imprint of the City of Calamity to activate this Uniqueness of the Red Priest Pathway; the Primordial Demoness, who was merely a power projection and not a true divine descent, became uncontrollably rigid on the spot.
Silently, Worms of Time surged from the surrounding void, transforming into Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat; this Angel of Time first glanced at Pauli Derlau, who was lurking in the collective unconscious sea, then a smile curled on his lips as he raised his hand and pinched the crystal monocle on his right eye.
The next second, a terrifying, blazing surge of light burst forth instantly.
The entire battlefield, and even the surrounding mountains and wilderness, were filled with pure, scorching Sunlight; "Daylight" temporarily replaced the overcast sky that covered the entire area.
These were the "Daylight" Amon had stolen from the Sea of Ruins, and it was one of his gains besides the second Blasphemy Slate.
Facing such "Daylight" without any defenses, even Pauli Derlau, lurking in the collective unconscious sea, seemed to have the illusion that his spirit body was melting.
The most terrifying part was the insane murmurs echoing in his ears, like steel needles piercing into his subconscious island.
This caused his consciousness to be consumed by immense pain, and the many identities woven and separated by the Dream Weaver also began to be affected, spreading contamination like a plague.
The "Daylight" from the Sea of Ruins not only contained terrifying purifying power but was also filled with murmurs originating from the True Creator!
And the latter was the most terrifying for high-level individuals of the Spectator Pathway; as the saying goes, a doctor struggles to cure himself. Once the corrupted murmurs from a true god invaded the island of the mind, it would not be possible to eliminate the contamination by simply abandoning a few "virtual personalities."
But the next moment, Pauli Derlau's chaotic consciousness suddenly cleared, and he stared in astonishment at another "Pauli Derlau" beside him, which had been completely infiltrated by pitch-black "ink."
This was an imagined body created to receive the contamination!
On the somewhat desolate island of the mind, which had been ravaged once, the Adam, originally only woven by Pauli Derlau with the authority of the Dream Weaver, had his hollow eyes replaced by an ancient wisdom, calmly observing the gradually extinguishing "Daylight."
A piercing shriek that penetrated the spirit body completely shattered the already crumbling "Daylight," and the sky was once again enveloped by a storm.
Amon, with half his body covered in pale white, observed with interest the abstract painting covered in starlight in his hand; it was precisely that Grade 0 Sealed Artifact formed from the skin of the Primordial Demoness, mixed with a portion of the Planeswalker characteristic, and it was also the source that allowed that power projection to be maintained.
The black spatial rift healed, and the black tentacles, losing their support and gradually disintegrating, were forever left in that place of exile.
Glancing at Medici, whose aura was becoming increasingly terrifying, the grayish-white on Amon's body gradually receded. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and a quietly burning, brilliant spark of fire peeled off from the abstract painting.
Quite satisfied with this Sequence 2 Planeswalker characteristic, a faint light passed over his monocle. Amon seemed to have discovered something interesting, and the smile on his lips widened. He then vanished without a trace, taking with him this human skin originating from the Primordial Demoness.
Medici at this moment had no time to bother with Amon; his playful expression turned ferocious and terrifying. His body had clearly become a new battlefield.
The "Daylight" filled with the True Creator's murmurs completely activated the second Blasphemy Slate integrated into Medici's body. As the most devout "Angel of War" of the "Lord Who Created All, the Omnipotent and Omniscient God," he finally heard the "Lord's" gospel again after a millennium!
Chaotic light erupted, and a dusty, mottled, and rather ancient-looking slate emerged from within Medici's body, resisting the banner-like imprint that was almost coming alive.
A curtain of shadow, stretching from the sky to the earth, silently appeared. After absorbing this Blasphemy Slate, a pair of indifferent eyes that watched the entire world opened. After a slight pause on Adam deep within the collective unconscious sea, they immediately transformed into a giant cross that was between reality and illusion.
A blurred figure was hanging upside down there, with several ancient wooden stakes piercing his body. The blood dripping downwards stained the Red Priest Uniqueness, the "Deity's Fallen Banner," which Medici held in his hand.
The shadow curtain behind the giant cross then split open, revealing a dark, lightless interior where the sound of illusory tides echoed. One could vaguely see an boundless sea that seemed to encompass all colors and all possibilities.
An immense power instantly gained an overwhelming advantage. The strange dark red, almost black, patterns on Medici's body gradually faded, and the boundless aura of calamity was sucked into that boundless sea.
The "Deity's Fallen Banner," soaked in the blood dripping from the cross, trembled slightly. The blood-colored patterns writhed as if alive, carrying terrifying pollution and the residual will of madness, beginning to separate from this terrifying Sealed Artifact formed by the Uniqueness, returning to the blurred figure hanging upside down on the cross.
The Hanged Man, who bore all sins and evils, dissipated with the gradually fading murmurs. On the dilapidated ground, Medici held the now calm "Deity's Fallen Banner," kneeling on one knee, just as he did during pilgrimages in ancient eras.
And before him, the second Blasphemy Slate, whose power was overdrawn, had lost all its luster, but it seemed to clearly sense that this relic of the Ancient Sun God had undergone some kind of change.