The moment the scorching white spear was about to close in, Jax and the Crimson Queen appeared one after another at the bottom left of the tornado.
The scorching white spear detonated at this instant, expanding into a miniature sun so blindingly white it could illuminate a city, directly engulfing both Jax and the Crimson Queen.
Looking at the miniature "sun" in front, which even distorted the tornado, the Prophet Clone sighed with his chin slightly raised:
"Although it can only barely reach the level of Sequence 4, it is still very effective for attacking Vampires and Mutant."
Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the scorching wind mixed with the heat on his face. He nodded expressionlessly and said:
"Indeed, but with the animosity between you and the Lord of Storms, will he directly abandon the Rose School of Thought's Saint and pursue you to strike you with lightning?"
The three heads on Reinette Tinekerr's hand stared at the front with slight discomfort, speaking one after another:
"He..."
"...has..."
"...arrived."
Klein opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but suddenly found his movements becoming somewhat sluggish.
His spiritual intuition was wildly warning him, as if danger was everywhere, specifically fatal danger.
In his astonished gaze, he saw a huge, jet-black, viscous arm, seemingly with an evil liquid flowing from its surface, stretch out from the void.
With the appearance of this arm, the surrounding spirituality underwent an anomaly, seemingly transforming into layer upon layer of barriers, attempting to bind them in place and restrict their movements.
"He arrived a bit quickly!" the Prophet Clone muttered in admiration, while his right hand reached into his pocket, touching the metal cube that only liked to be scorching hot.
"Wh-what..." Klein slowly opened his mouth, uttering sounds.
"Suah," the head of Reinette Tinekerr that hadn't been able to speak earlier said first.
Hearing Miss Messenger's reply, Klein's expression froze on his face. If I pray to the Goddess now, will she, for the sake of me once being a Nighthawk, intervene to end the chaos here? Or, since this is at sea, will the Lord of Storms, disliking this Rose School of Thought's Abomination, strike him back, or even kill him?
The Prophet Clone tilted his head and glanced at the huge arm stretching out from the void, a daring idea forming in his mind.
He threw the large scissors in his left hand to the Marionette Kircheis beside him, then pulled out several pale yellow paper figures from an inner pocket of his coat and handed them to Reinette Tinekerr on the other side, saying:
"Please hold these for me. I'm going to try something big."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed away with a faint blue glow, reappearing hundreds of meters away.
"He wants to..." Klein's murmuring voice suddenly became softer. He thought of the metal cube crafted from the Lightseeker characteristic.
With the strength of that metal cube, it was indeed possible to directly kill Mutant and Vampires who came into close contact, even if they were demigods. But the problem was that the cube's attack did not distinguish between friend and foe; it could only be used for mutual destruction.
Thinking of this, his gaze turned curiously towards the pale yellow paper figures being bitten by the three heads held by Miss Messenger.
As if sensing the doubt in Klein's eyes, Miss Messenger's remaining head spoke on its own:
"Substitute puppet."
Puppet? It looks a bit rough, but is the Reader pathway that powerful? Besides Beyonder abilities, it can even replicate mystical items... Klein had just sighed inwardly when a sharp shriek, filled with obvious anger, suddenly rang in his ears.
His head instantly became dizzy, and his various organs seemed to have their own thoughts and consciousness, wanting to separate and tear him apart.
At the same time, the Prophet Clone, whose figure was constantly "flashing," arrived beside Jax. The echoing shriek in his ears made his movements suddenly halt. Before he could react, a jet-black, gaunt hand directly pierced his chest.
His body instantly shriveled, turning into a piece of stained, pale yellow paper, shattering inch by inch and dispersing into paper scraps in the wind.
To the right of Jax, the Prophet Clone's figure reappeared. His eyes lowered, and he still looked somewhat dazed as he pulled a mocking smile towards Jax.
In his hand, he held a golden metal cube, his body instinctively turning it.
A strong premonition of danger surged into Jax's heart. He opened his mouth without hesitation, letting out a silent shriek, unleashing the ultimate curse he had brewed during his long silence.
The Prophet Clone stood there, neither dodging nor avoiding. Black blood gushed from his ears, nose, mouth, and eyes. His body constantly cracked, and the blood vessels beneath his skin became clearly visible, wriggling and twisting like worms.
The metal cube he was turning became increasingly dazzling and scorching hot, like a bright yellow fireball stained with pale gold and scorching white, radiating the vast and pervasive aura of the sun.
All the filth and curses clinging to him rapidly evaporated, along with the moisture and some flesh from his body.
The dense, almost materialized sun aura around them made Jax abandon his plan to stop the Prophet Clone. He turned to look at the arm Suah had extended from the Spirit World Depths, his body rapidly fading and becoming transparent, using the Mirror World to pass through.
The next second, a violent burst of sunlight erupted, a pure, flawless, scorching light instantly engulfing everything, like a purifying radiance that left no trace of evil or darkness in its surroundings!
The layered, heavy dark clouds in the sky, the howling winds, and the constantly striking silver lightning were instantly dispelled by this scorching sunlight. The entire Bayam and the surrounding sea were pulled into midday.
This situation lasted less than a second before being blocked by continuous silver rays surging from the void. Layer upon layer of silver barriers appeared from all directions, isolating the area of the scorching sunlight from its surroundings.
Under the scorching sunlight, the surrounding space also became chaotic. Jax, traversing through leaves, mud, and stones, was unable to approach Suah's arm in front. Instead, his body and soul were constantly being scorched and purified.
Under the intense sunlight's scorching and Purification, the arm of "Abomination" Suah, extended from the Spirit World Depths, rapidly shriveled. The jet-black, viscous, evil liquid flowing on it quickly evaporated, along with some flesh, turning into black smoke that spread out, revealing the deep white bones beneath.
Reinette Tinekerr, who was with Klein, directly possessed his Marionette Kircheis, relying on the Desire Apostle's flesh and blood body to resist the erosion of the scorching sunlight.
The flickering flame of the dim lantern in Gehrman Sparrow's hand was squeezed by the scorching sunlight, leaving only a layer of dim yellow light covering him and Klein.
In the dim yellow light, the scorching sunlight was weakened to the extreme, no longer possessing such strong effects of scorching flesh and purifying souls.
Klein kept coughing, choked by the black smoke rising from Marionette Kircheis's body. This Marionette was already unusable; if Miss Messenger hadn't possessed him, he would have long since collapsed into a constantly dissolving mixture of flesh and blood.
In the central area where this scorching sunlight erupted, the Prophet Clone stood calmly, the scorching sunlight passing through his body, making him appear somewhat ethereal.
This state lasted less than two seconds. A pale yellow paper figure suddenly appeared, its strange patterns reflecting a faint colour under the sunlight, and quickly ignited with pale golden flames, turning into a pile of ashes.
The Prophet Clone's eyes brightened slightly. The pre-prepared paper substitute puppet gave him a little buffer time. He once again simulated Mystical Reenactment, transforming himself into a non-existent state to avoid the damage of the surrounding scorching sunlight.
Soon, a second, then a third puppet appeared and spontaneously burned.
As the last paper figure was consumed, the scorching sunlight finally subsided, and the dim night sky once again enveloped the surroundings.
In the sky, the gloomy, heavy cloud layers connected almost without interruption, and silver electric snakes constantly darted through the clouds, emitting rumbling sounds.
Silver electric snakes shot out one after another, carrying a strong, almost tangible aura of tyrannical destruction, densely striking all around, engulfing an area of several hundred meters within a thunder forest.
The Prophet Clone reached out and caught the now dimmed metal cube falling from mid-air. The faint blue glow flowing in his eyes outlined layers of illusory door symbols.
His figure constantly "flashed" in the faint blue light, avoiding the dense lightning falling from the sky while intending to approach and retrieve the items Jax had left behind.
In mid-air, the flesh and blood on "Abomination" Suah's arm rapidly wriggled. In just an instant, it had recovered its original appearance.
He inserted his arm into the ground through the Spirit World, causing the vicinity to boil and become covered with a thick, viscous black liquid that spread far away, covering the location of Jax's abandoned items.
Within these liquids, pale skeletal heads, eyeballs with distinct blood vessels, fanged tongues, and various grotesque things grew out, and an extremely evil, extremely mad sensation rapidly spread.
Silver lightning carrying a destructive aura fell upon these things, instantly destroying them, only to be quickly submerged by the grotesque things that grew back.
Seeing that he couldn't beat Suah to the items Jax had left behind, the Prophet Clone stopped his flashing movements to avoid the lightning. While using paper substitutes to dodge the lightning, he simulated the Beyonder power of a "Imperative Mage."
His voice, filled with an indescribable sense of majesty, chanted:
"Lightning is forbidden here!"
The thick lightning bolt about to strike him instantly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny electric snakes scurrying in all directions.