Klein, who was running wildly down the street with Marionette Kircheis, was also divided by the chessboard formed by silver-white fine rays.
He looked around blankly, manipulating Marionette Kircheis to raise the dark bronze lantern in his hand, trying to distort the surrounding space to free himself from this strange influence.
In the dim lantern, the faint yellow flame flickered a few times and then stopped, and the surrounding environment did not change at all.
"It doesn't work? This should be a powerful Sealed Artifact controlled by the Storm Church, and its effect somewhat restrains the abilities of the Black Emperor Pathway."
After muttering to himself, Klein walked quickly into the shadows beside him, with Marionette Kircheis following behind him, and the faint yellow lantern light quickly illuminated the shadow.
This Mystical Item is a bit too high-profile. With Marionette Kircheis, I can't hide myself at all. After hesitating for a moment, Klein still decided to give up on hiding himself.
With the two Mystical Items that Marionette Kircheis carries, as long as my spirituality is not exhausted, or I don't directly encounter a demigod, my safety can still be guaranteed.
As he was struggling, a Punisher Squad suddenly appeared in the chess-board space he was in, along with several Beyonders whose eyes were clearly dazed and who were simply wearing a single undershirt. Two of them were completely naked and embracing each other, as if they had been sleeping in a warm bed just a second ago. They were all Beyonders who were already in the vicinity and had been affected by the Storm Church's Sealed Artifact.
All eyes in the room subconsciously focused on the two naked individuals. Feeling the surrounding gazes, the two, who hadn't fully recovered, stared blankly at the people around them for a while before hastily reaching out to cover their private parts.
"Everyone is an adult, and it's late at night, so it's understandable..." Klein thought, nodding internally while averting his gaze.
"Wait, there doesn't seem to be a Red Theater or anything like that nearby, and their entrance just now seemed to be embracing each other. So, they aren't companions going to the Red Theater together, but rather bedmates on the same bed? Pirates and Sailors on the sea sure know how to have fun!"
The other Beyonders and members of the Storm Church's Punisher Squad who were caught in the situation clearly thought of this problem as well, and their eyes, which had already moved away, looked back again.
Seemingly unable to bear being scrutinized by a group of strangers with playful and curious gazes, among the two naked individuals, the stronger, seemingly thirty-something-year-old man glared at the people around him and shouted loudly:
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a man as strong as me before?"
His dark green hair was splayed like seaweed, his wheat-colored skin had a reddish tint, and his muscles, tensed by anger and embarrassment, were knotted, like a wild beast ready to lash out at any moment.
"His physical strength seems to increase to a certain extent when he's angry. Is this the Folk of Rage of the Sailor Pathway?"
Klein looked at the other party twice, somewhat uncertainly.
Beside this middle-aged man, another much younger-looking man suddenly moved to block Klein's line of sight and glared at him.
"Uh, did he misunderstand something about me? Should I explain that I'm not interested in his bedmate? Forget it, that might seem even more provocative." As thoughts flickered, Klein turned his gaze to the Punisher Squad across the street.
If possible, he was not very willing to conflict with the Punishers of the Storm Church. It didn't matter if the Gehrman Sparrow alias was wanted, but it would be troublesome if his true identity was exposed.
In his gaze, the leading Punisher in the distance took out something deep black, like a heart, and immediately, a bagpipe-like sound echoed around.
The sound carried a sense of peace and tranquility, reverberating in his ears, and Klein instantly felt his emotions become indifferent, and his whole being began to lean towards a state of peaceful detachment.
Before everyone present had fully reacted, a layer of serene Darkness enveloped them. In the Darkness, pure light flickered, like a night sky studded with Stars.
Klein was slightly dazed for a moment, but quickly sobered up. He looked at the unchanging street around him, yet consciously knew that he was dreaming.
"Fortunately, I can stay awake in dreams, otherwise, when I wake up, I'll probably already be in the basement of the Cathedral of Waves." As thoughts flickered, he snapped his fingers, and his clothes instantly ignited, the flames engulfing his body.
On the other side, Reinette Tinekerr and Jax, unable to hide in the Spirit World, moved around in the lightning storm, chasing and escaping each other.
Miss Messenger's ornate and luxurious black court dress showed many signs of damage, all four heads she carried in her hand were gone, and her hands were spread upwards, as layer upon layer of thick ice crystals appeared around her, constantly being shattered by lightning and constantly reforming.
Above her head, four golden-haired, red-eyed heads bit tightly onto Jax's limbs, pinning him there like a human shield, resisting the continuous lightning storm.
In the chessboard space where the Prophet Clone and Spellsinger of God Ace Snake were located, strong winds howled and swirled, rubbing against the air and producing explosive sounds, like air cannons powerful enough to overturn ships.
In the eyes of the Prophet Clone, faint blue radiance flowed, reflecting a symbol composed of countless illusory doors.
In the space where only the silver-white light brought by lightning remained, as if a galaxy was reflected, the figure of the Prophet Clone constantly "flashed" within this galaxy, easily dodging every falling silver-white lightning bolt and air cannon.
"Hmph!" Ace Snake snorted, the howling strong winds around him weakened a bit, and a torrential rain fell without warning, constantly swirling with the circling strong winds, obscuring vision while also conducting electricity.
Rainwater continuously gathered around with the strong wind, swelling into constantly swaying water spheres, with silver-white lightning shuttling through them.
"Compressing my living space… On the front battlefield, the Cataclysmic Interrer of the Storm Pathway is much stronger than the Prophet. I can basically only rely on strong intuition to predict and dodge his attacks in advance." The Prophet Clone gazed at Ace Snake's position, and his figure "flashed" and disappeared again.
The next moment his figure disappeared, a thick silver-white electric bolt struck his original position, splashing dirt and rocks, and tiny silver-white electric snakes continuously spread and roamed along the rainwater.
Boom! Boom!
The frequency and density of lightning striking from the sky became faster and more intense, and tiny silver-white electric snakes almost covered the entire ground.
These electric arcs carried a strong numbing effect. During the "flash" process, the Prophet Clone's body inevitably picked up some electric current, making his body increasingly heavy.
In the strong wind and heavy rain, a deep, heavy singing voice echoed in his ears. This singing voice directly struck the heart, and every beat seemed to strike the heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His heart rate unnaturally quickened, blood surged wildly through his body, and his brain became dizzy from excessive blood flow.
The faint blue radiance flowing in the Prophet Clone's eyes became less smooth, his head gradually grew heavy, and his body gradually became numb due to the electric current mixed in the rainwater. His "flash" frequency also became lower and lower.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Thin, sharp wind blades cut through the air, shooting from different directions towards the Prophet Clone's location.
After completing a "flash" and dodging a few wind blades, his body was instantly pierced by a greenish wind blade.
His body thinned and became brittle the moment it was pierced by the wind blade, finally turning into a crudely cut light yellow paper figure.
The Paper Substitute was cut into tiny paper scraps by the continuous wind blades, mixing with the rainwater and falling to the ground.
After using "Paper Substitute..." the Prophet Clone's figure seemed to have disappeared, and did not reappear nearby.
In mid-air, Ace Snake, held aloft by the strong wind, was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand and pressed the eye pattern on his palm to his glabella.
The next moment, a highly meaningful pale purple suddenly flashed in his azure eyes, which were flickering with faint electric light. His gaze became extraordinarily profound, possessing unusual penetrating power.
His eyes briefly transformed into a complete "Peeping Eye..." able to see things normally invisible and notice details he had overlooked.
In this state, he saw the Prophet Clone hidden in the mirror formed by the rainwater, and saw the other party's smiling lips saying something to him.
"I understand Mystery Pryer more than you do, and I understand Peeping Eye more than you do."
As the Prophet Clone silently uttered the words, his eyes suddenly deepened, and the flickering faint blue radiance became tinged with purple, like a deep and vast galaxy.
His eyes seemed to reflect another pair of eyes, a pair of cold, indifferent, lashless eyes containing countless brilliant Stars.
Ace Snake had a bad premonition and instinctively wanted to close his eyes, but the peculiarity of the "Peeping Eye" had already allowed him to see the content that the Prophet Clone had specifically shown him.
Through layers of special effects, he directly saw the Hidden Sage. In that instant, endless knowledge and madness poured into his mind.
The heavy rain, strong wind, and lightning froze for a second at this moment, then became chaotic, becoming frantic.
Ace Snake's body uncontrollably fell from mid-air. His black gloves twisted into eyes that flaunted malice and madness, gradually spreading to his body.
Under the black robe embroidered with the Storm symbol, transparent viscous liquid mixed with rainwater dripped down. Webs, like those of amphibians, grew between his fingers, and the illusory scales beneath his skin became obvious, breaking through the epidermis, and his entire being began to mutate towards a marine creature.
He clutched his head in pain with both hands and rolled on the ground, the scales on his body cracking into fissures from which eyes grew.
Less than a hundred meters from him, a faint blue ripple spread on the accumulated water on the ground, like an illusory "Door..." and the Prophet walked out from the Mirror World behind the "Door" with unhurried steps.
In the radiance flowing from his eyes, a balance-like pattern was reflected, and his voice, full of majesty, chanted:
"No Storm here!"
"No Lightning here!"
As the Law Spell took shape, the whimpering strong winds around gradually softened, finally reaching a level that could only stir clothing. The thick dark clouds in the sky, constantly streaked with lightning, seemed to have been swept away by a strong wind, rapidly dissipating.
The Prophet Clone calmly watched Spellsinger of God Ace Snake, who was rolling in pain on the ground. Faint streaks of light flashed in his eyes, as if from the depths of his consciousness.
"Psychic Pierce!"
His spirit rapidly condensed, like an invisible sharp blade, piercing Ace Snake's spirit body, directly attacking his "mental body."
Ace Snake, who was struggling in pain on the ground, suddenly stopped. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. Crimson blood gushed from his mouth, nose, and ears.
Colorful and slimy tentacles emerged from beneath the black robe embroidered with the Storm symbol, swaying on the ground covered with a layer of rainwater.
Although the "Psychic Pierce" he simulated could not reach its original level, it still exceeded the strength of Sequence 5. Ace Snake, who was already in a severely deteriorated state due to directly looking at the Hidden Sage, was at the brink of losing control and going mad at this moment.
After glancing at Ace Snake, the Prophet Clone took two steps back while looking towards the distant Cathedral of Waves.
He did not intend to kill a Saint of the Storm Church right now, as this would provoke a more intense reaction from the Storm Church, perhaps even the Lord of Storms personally descending divine punishment.