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On the table, the original Clown mask, after being infused with the Human-skin Shadow's characteristics, had transformed into a pure white mask with only its left half remaining and no expression whatsoever.
Leyton reached out and took the mask in his hand. Its information surfaced in his mind one by one:
A mask crafted using the Human-skin Shadow's characteristics, capable of recording the appearance of anyone the user has seen and storing them, up to a maximum of five.
As long as the mask is worn, it can simulate all the physical features of the recorded person. The closer the person is to the user, the more significant the effect.
Its transformed appearance is merely superficial; those familiar with the person can easily detect abnormalities. This can only be compensated by the user's own performance.
Each use must not exceed fifty minutes, and there must be an interval of at least two hours between uses, otherwise, this mask will gradually come alive.
"I'll call you the Pure White Facade."
Whispering to the mask, Leyton searched the room for a suitable wooden box and placed the Pure White Facade inside.
Still, let's follow the procedure. A sense of ritual is essential. After a brief thought, Leyton went to the adjacent room and retrieved a pile of ritual materials, preparing to send this Mystical Item to the Gray Fog through sacrifice, and then have Mr. Fool transfer it to Miss Justice.
He quickly set up the ritual and began to pray:
"The The Fool who doesn't belong to this era, the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
"I pray to you."
"I pray that you open the door to your kingdom."
The room suddenly became dim and cold, and an invisible gale abruptly arose.
Amidst the howling, above the ritual, a deep black, profound Rift appeared. Leyton heard the ethereal sound of a great door opening in his ears.
Gray-white mist churned before his eyes, and an invisible suction emanated from the Rift, directly pulling the wooden box placed in the ritual into it.
After sending the item to the Gray Fog, Leyton intended to explain the Mystical Item's effects while the connection between the ritual and the Gray Fog still existed, but the Rift created by the ritual suddenly vanished.
The howling gale in the room also ceased, and the light returned.
The connection was cut so quickly... Never mind, I'll just pray again separately.
He then retreated a few steps, leaning back in a chair, his posture relaxed, and recited in a tone that was not particularly sincere:
"The The Fool who doesn't belong to this era, the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
"I wish to pray to you..."
Above the Gray Fog, within that grand, ancient palace, like a giant's dwelling.
The gray-white mist shrouding Klein dissipated. He was sitting quietly in the The Fool's high-backed chair, listening to Leyton's prayer.
"Improper posture, and unpious tone..."
After calmly commenting, Klein focused on the Mystical Item that had been crafted:
"However, this mask's ability to change appearance seems to be even stronger than my Faceless ability, but it's somewhat superficial. It can only simulate the outer form, not deeper details like scent or even temperament."
"So, the deformation ability brought by the Faceless potion is a product of the combination of the Thousand-faced Hunter and the Human-skin Shadow with my own human body?"
"Although the Faceless is not as good as the Human-skin Shadow itself in terms of changing physical form, it is much more realistic. After sufficiently understanding the other party, the other party themselves might not even be able to distinguish between True and false."
"However, Miss Justice, as a Spectator, her strength lies in observing others' characteristics. This Mystical Item is quite suitable for her."
After muttering to himself for a moment, Klein intercepted Leyton's words, which had been spoken through prayer, and threw them towards the crimson star representing Miss Justice.
Miss Justice's response was quick. In a moment, the crimson star representing her rippled with a layer of crimson.
Klein's spirituality spread, touching the crimson star, and the crimson, tide-like light rapidly diffused.
Miss Justice's undisguised voice of joy echoed above the Gray Fog:
"Thank you for informing me, Mr. Fool. Please tell Mr. World and Mr. Tower that I will prepare the corresponding gold pounds tomorrow morning and transfer them through sacrifice and bestowal."
"Oh, and I am very satisfied with this Mystical Item. It suits me very well."
After hearing Miss Justice's words, Klein turned to look at Miss Justice's position and chuckled softly:
"The Tarot Club cannot be without Miss Justice."
"Another income stream! It's great not to worry about potion materials. I even have a substantial balance now."
After intercepting a segment of Miss Justice's words and throwing them towards the crimson star representing Leyton, Klein simulated the sensation of falling and left the space above the Gray Fog.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, within the half-destroyed temple of the True Creator.
Derrick warily looked at the little boy behind the altar. He had almost swung his hurricane axe just now.
In his common sense, anything that could survive so long in pure Darkness could only be various Monsters, certainly not humans.
Chief Colin of the City of Silver's eyes seemed to brighten even more. He tightened his grip on his sword and then asked in a calm voice:
"What are you doing here?"
The yellow-haired little boy said with a pained expression:
"We are looking for the Lord's sanctuary."
"The Lord's sanctuary?" Colin asked, puzzled.
The little boy turned his head to look at the dark cross and the inverted figure, muttering:
"They told me that as long as I walk in the direction the Lord's gaze falls, keep walking, I can reach His sanctuary."
Colin's eyes rotated on their own, like some kind of Monster, taking in all the surroundings.
He then controlled his voice, maintaining his previous calm tone:
"Where are they?"
The little boy's expression became blank for a moment, as if lost in thought.
Suddenly, he clutched his throat, his voice and expression twisting:
"I'm so hungry, so hungry..."
In his almost delirious words, he suddenly raised his head, and his mouth stretched open, all the way to his ears, revealing a set of gleaming white, perfectly aligned teeth, and slightly viscous saliva constantly oozing out.
He lunged forward rapidly, so fast that only some broken afterimages remained in his original spot.
Thump!
He crashed into an invisible wall, his body suspended in mid-air. Black and red light suddenly surged from him, sizzling as it corroded the transparent barrier blocking him.
On the other side, Chief Colin, at some unknown point, had knelt on one knee and plunged his straight sword, smeared with silver-gray ointment, into the ground.
Pure, bright dawn light suddenly enveloped the entire area where the altar was located.
The next moment, he violently drew his sword, and his figure strangely split, transforming into layers of overlapping afterimages, spreading around the altar.
Each figure raised the sword in its hand, combining with the surrounding dawn light, emitting a brilliant glow.
Straight swords, condensed from dawn light, pierced out, swarming and gathering before the little boy.
In an instant, the surroundings were as brilliant as a rising Sun.
This was a light storm far more powerful than a Dawn Paladin's, completely forming a curtain of light, a bright radiance without any gaps.
The little boy, his black and red figure, rapidly evaporated and was annihilated in this attack.
The unusually bright light made Derrick close his eyes uncomfortably for a moment.
Slightly dazed, when he opened his eyes again, he saw quietly burning campfires and team members guarding the camp.
At this moment, Chief Colin, who was sitting cross-legged beside a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"We'll depart after fifty lightning strikes."
Thinking of facing the True Creator's temple soon, Derrick felt uneasy. He tightened his grip on his hurricane axe.
All the exploration team members silently made their respective preparations.
No one noticed the anomaly of this bizarre, repeating scene, including the Chief of the City of Silver, Colin, a Sequence 4 Demon Hunter.
Everyone unknowingly repeated actions they had performed countless times before.
Backlund, Minsk Street.
Leyton looked solemnly at the dark, heavy human-shaped shadow in front of him.
Just now, he had received a letter from his Mother through the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's channels. As he was pondering how to reply, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly came alive, twisting away from him and wriggling onto the bookshelf in front.
Looking at the human-shaped shadow standing upright in front, a strange sense of familiarity made Leyton resist the urge to blast it with a ball of Light of Dawn. He opened his mouth but then closed it again.
"Are you worried I'll affect you?"
Sasrir's voice came from within the dark human-shaped shadow.
Leyton narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully:
"Your state is recovering very quickly. Did Adam help you when I encountered Medici's evil spirit last time?"
Although it was a question, Leyton's words were very certain.
Ever since he accidentally encountered Medici last time, Sasrir, who was residing in him, had fallen silent until just now.
"You could say that. He used some influence to put me into a deep slumber, preventing me from observing the outside world or responding."
"However, correspondingly, to avoid triggering my instinctive resistance, this influence was positive, which improved my state somewhat."
Leyton nodded slightly, not surprised by this outcome. They were essentially the same person. Sasrir's improved state would also facilitate their future fusion, requiring less effort to resist the madness within True Creator.
"What do you plan to do about Medici? Have another you bring him back?"
"Adam won't agree. Not now. Medici, who excels at weaving schemes, or to use a term you're more familiar with, he's the 'brains' of the operation. He's that type when he's with True."
"Once I recover my Angel Sequence, I will personally seek out Medici and find a way to resolve his current state."
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