Compared to gaining a Cataclysmic Interrer characteristic and a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, he preferred to force the person using the seal to re-merge the divided battlefield.
After two seconds of silence, not waiting for the expected change, the Prophet Clone looked down at Ace Snake, a Spellsinger of God, who was on the verge of losing control, and spoke with a hint of mockery:
"It seems the Storm Church intends to sacrifice a Saint and a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact in exchange for victory in ambushing the wild Beyonders of Bayam."
"However, being able to kill a Disicple of Silence, you haven't lost too much."
As he spoke, he lightly poked his finger, creating an invisible hand to pick up the glove that had fallen from Ace Snake's hand.
Whoosh~
The wind, which had calmed down, suddenly intensified, like tiny sharp blades, cutting everything around.
Before the invisible hand could even get close, it was annihilated in the gale.
The light blue glow in the Prophet Clone's eyes suddenly brightened, and he softly uttered a word in Dragonese:
"Guard!"
A dawn-like glow appeared around him, coalescing into an unbreakable invisible wall in front of him.
After doing all this, he reached out and touched the left side of his face; the suddenly intensified wind had cut several wounds into his skin.
He looked at Ace Snake, whose loss of control was becoming more severe and who was completely unrecognizable as human, and whispered:
"It seems you really have been abandoned."
Specks of brass-colored light gathered in his hand, forming a long spear covered in strange patterns and symbols.
The next moment, the silver-white fine rays that had divided the battlefield around them faded like water and disappeared.
The divided battlefield re-merged, and the many Beyonders who had been separated from reality also returned to reality, though not to their original positions.
The Prophet Clone glanced at the re-gathered clouds above his head, took a step back, and his figure quickly faded and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already several streets away.
Reinette Tinekerr and Jax's figures flashed past him; they were running towards the city outskirts, one chasing and one fleeing.
The howling wind around them suddenly intensified, carrying a strange rhythm that inexplicably made people irritable, wanting to rush out and fight someone to vent their anger.
The Prophet Clone did not linger; his figure again became transparent and vanished, constantly "teleporting" closer while sensing the location of the paper figure left on Klein.
On the other side, Klein, with the help of Marionette Kircheis, easily escaped the pursuit of the Punisher Squad. After distorting his and his Marionette's positions once more, he appeared directly outside Bayam city.
Before he could even feel happy, his body suddenly became stiff and uncontrollable.
Following that, he saw Miss Messenger, whose elaborate and luxurious court dress had many tears and scorched marks, appear before him carrying two heads. The golden hair of the two heads she carried was also tinged with a layer of scorch marks, giving them a strangely disheveled appearance.
Before he could ponder where Miss Messenger's other two heads had gone, he suddenly felt a phantom, unreal stinging sensation from his shoulder.
A head with scorched hair and black eyes bit onto his shoulder, pulling forcefully forward.
The two heads Miss Messenger held in her hands opened their mouths and inhaled.
Then he saw a translucent, bald figure, whose entire front was scorched black, being forcibly dragged out of his body.
At this moment, another somewhat scorched head flew from a distance. Its teeth rapidly lengthened and sharpened, biting fiercely into the translucent figure, tearing off a large piece of something that resembled both a spirit body and flesh.
The bitten translucent figure did not scream but quickly etherealized and vanished.
The next moment, this figure abruptly reappeared beside Marionette Kircheis.
The large pair of scissors that Gehrman Sparrow had been carrying diagonally at his waist was now in his hand, its other end plunged straight into the translucent figure's chest and abdomen.
Gehrman Sparrow's movements did not pause in the slightest; he pulled out the scissors from his hand, then stabbed them in again, over and over, as if completely oblivious to the chilling aura around him and the force of Jax's palm landing on him.
Taking advantage of this gap, the two heads held by Reinette Tinekerr also flew out rapidly. In the process, their pupils darkened, their teeth became sharper and longer, growing an additional section that was between illusory and real.
These two heads bit into Jax's left and right shoulders respectively, once again tearing off a large piece of something that resembled both a spirit body and flesh from his illusory and transparent body.
The continuous injuries caused Jax's expression to become somewhat distorted. He suddenly reached out his left hand, pushing Marionette Kircheis with all his might, while simultaneously emitting a silent shriek, the "Wailing of the Wraith" that could pierce eardrums and harm spirit bodies.
A Sequence 3 level "Wailing of the Wraith" would not only cause immense damage to spirit bodies but also carried the power of a curse.
Klein, not too far from his Marionette, could only feel warm liquid flowing from his nostrils and ears, and his head throbbed as if pricked by countless needles, unable to form any thoughts.
From a bystander's perspective, he was currently in a state of dazed disorientation, the flesh under his skin wriggling like small worms, pushing out pale or crimson flesh buds.
Deprived of Klein's control, Marionette Kircheis could no longer make any movements, remaining frozen in the act of pulling out the scissors in his hand.
Reinette Tinekerr's two heads, flying in mid-air, opened their mouths wide, one after the other, inhaling.
The "Wailing of the Wraith" emitted by Jax was sucked into the mouths of the two heads as if it were a tangible entity; the cursed, spirit-harming shriek around them instantly vanished without a trace.
Jax also seized this gap, his figure suddenly disappearing, leaping into a shard of glass a hundred meters away.
Then, Reinette Tinekerr and her four heads also disappeared, engaging in a new round of chase and escape with Jax among leaves, puddles, insects, and weeds.
In the overcast sky, the crimson moonlight suddenly broke through the cloud blockade and shone down onto the ground.
A deep crimson Round Moon hung high in the sky, pulling the entire Bayam and surrounding areas into a full moon state, where spirituality began to proliferate wildly, and inspiration and death grew stronger.
A faint blue light and a deep crimson moonlight flashed simultaneously nearby. The Prophet Clone and a figure wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns simultaneously teleported here.
The Prophet Clone and the other party exchanged glances, both wary and sizing each other up.
Beneath the black robe was a young woman of extremely tall stature, with light, almost silver hair, blood-red eyes, and soft facial features.
After sizing up the other party, the Prophet Clone said with a somewhat puzzled tone:
"Crimson Queen? You should worship the Primordial Moon, so why do you obey the Mother Tree's instructions?"
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and an invisible giant hand transferred the scissors held by Marionette Kircheis into his hand.
To his surprise, the Crimson Queen opposite him, who had just created the full moon, did not immediately attack. Instead, she followed his words and began to converse:
"The Mother Tree and the Moon are one; this is a common understanding among all members of the Rose School of Thought."
"You seem to think that the Mother Tree and the Moon are two separate entities?"
The Prophet Clone looked directly into her blood-red eyes; she seemed to have concealed her mad and bloodthirsty side very well, her gaze calm and rational.
He was silent for a second, then gently tapped the scissors in his hand with his right index finger, letting out a soft chuckle:
"You should think so too, otherwise you wouldn't have responded to my words."
"Don't you feel that the Primordial Moon behaves extremely contradictorily at times, and the divine revelations it transmits often conflict with each other?"
"Do you think this is due to different facets of personality, or are they fundamentally two separate entities, merely influencing each other and vying for each other's believers?"
As soon as the words fell, the wind around them suddenly intensified, rubbing against the air, continuously emitting heavy roars, like powerful air cannons, purposefully heading towards them.
Bang! Bang!
These air cannons suddenly twisted when they were less than a hundred meters away, turning at an incredible angle and exploding in the woods on both sides of the road, kicking up a cloud of dirt and tree debris.
The Prophet Clone turned his head to look at Klein, who had returned to normal and was now manipulating Marionette Kircheis to distort the target of the attack, saying:
"You should leave here first; it's easy to get caught in the crossfire during a chaotic battle later."
Having said that, he raised his left hand, as if supporting some invisible object, and chanted in Dragonese:
"Sun!"
A golden light appeared in his hand, like a miniature sun continuously emitting light, casting pure and clear rays around, submerging the crimson moonlight brought by the full moon overhead.
Without the moonlight's illumination, the Crimson Queen temporarily lost her ability to teleport and moonlight-form.
She looked at the Prophet Clone with little emotional fluctuation, then shifted her gaze to Klein, who was rapidly moving away by distorting distance, and the Marionette behind him, saying calmly:
"I indeed have no fondness for the Mother Tree's mad, irrational believers, but since the Moon has instructed us to join them, some simple tasks and commands must still be followed."
As she spoke, her gaze intently fixed on Klein's retreating figure. In her crimson eyes, however, Klein's current frontal figure was eerily reflected.
The next second, this figure in her eyes transformed into Marionette Kircheis.
Boom!
Around her, golden illusory flames instantly ignited out of thin air. These flames exuded the vast and pervasive aura of the sun, exploding around her like ignited dynamite.
At the center of the flames, the Crimson Queen's figure rapidly thinned, became brittle, and finally turned into a crimson moon paper figure, swallowed by the golden flames.
Immediately, her figure reappeared not far away. Her right eye was tightly shut, her eyelid somewhat sunken inwards, as if she had lost her eyeball, and dark red blood continuously seeped from beneath her eyelid.
She raised her right hand to her chest and squeezed forcefully, making a squelching sound. Some dark red fleshy mixture was squeezed out from between her fingers, as if it had burst.
Several hundred meters behind her, Marionette Kircheis's forward running motion suddenly paused, then he fell to the ground.
His body seemed to have suddenly suffered a heavy blow, showing extremely distorted deformation, as if hammered from the inside out, with severe bone and internal organ damage.
Klein was forced to stop, vigilantly looking behind him. "What a terrifying curse, and this is even after being distorted and weakened... Gehrman Sparrow, as a Beyonder of the 'Demon' pathway, even without transforming into a demon form, his physical quality is among the stronger ones in Sequence 5. He was almost directly destroyed. If I hadn't timely distorted the target that established a connection with that Crimson Queen, I would definitely have been instantly killed."