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As the "Moon Paper Figurine" shattered, Sharron, temporarily freed from control, appeared not far away, the golden Spells in her hand glowing before exploding.
"Admiral of Blood" Senior's light brown eyes narrowed, and a thin arrow of ice crystals, stained with a dark green hue, shot towards Sharron's head at an extremely fast speed.
Even with Sharron's Sequence 6 Zombie physique, taking that hit head-on would likely incapacitate her.
Just as Sharron was about to dodge, her sleeves tightened on their own, contracting inwards, constricting her arms and forearms, like a giant bear delivering a hug!
Within a mere one or two seconds, she was bound in place by her own clothes, pants, and shoes.
Suddenly, pieces of pure, crimson light scales appeared, gathering together to form Count Mistral, dressed in a suit and bow tie.
Behind this Sanguine, a dense black mist emanated, forming a pair of illusory bat wings.
He casually crushed the incoming arrow, dispelled the restraints on Sharron, and then threw her far away from the area.
Where Sharron had been standing, the greenish weeds suddenly withered, and the dark ground instantly turned white, as if it had been weathered for a long time.
This attack came silently, without warning. Had Count Mistral not thrown Sharron away, she would have been severely wounded, incapacitated, or even lost her life.
Count Mistral "hmph-ed," his crimson eyes rippling with clear, scarlet light, instantly illuminating the entire oak forest, as if a Red Moon had descended upon it.
A figure was forcefully pulled out of the greenish trees by the scarlet moonlight.
This figure could no longer maintain its invisible state, rapidly becoming semi-transparent and semi-real.
He was a dark-skinned old man with sparse white hair and deep wrinkles, his features distinctively Southern Continent, none other than Jax, a high-ranking member of the Rose School of Thought, a Sequence 4 Puppet of the Prisoner Pathway.
As Count Mistral's image appeared in his brown eyes, the surprised expression on his face had not yet faded, but he still unhesitatingly opened his mouth, seemingly intending to unleash the ultimate curse brewed during a long period of silence.
Jax' figure was reflected in Mistral's pupils, and then he closed his eyes, allowing the scarlet "Moon" to be completely swallowed by Darkness.
Deep, solidified Darkness then appeared around Jax, binding him in place, freezing the scene there, and preventing his open mouth from emitting any sound.
The closed-eyed Count Mistral took out a bronze box inlaid with several rubies.
Inside the box was an eyeball-shaped glass sphere, a level "1" Sealed Artifact from the Sun domain called "Pure White Vision," which he had applied for from within the Sanguine for this long sea voyage.
It had an excellent effect against demigods of the "Abnormal" Pathway or Shaman Kings, and in some aspects, it could even be considered a counter.
Of course, it would not show mercy or become benevolent just because Mistral was its owner.
But time was pressing, and even though he also wielded other Sealed Artifacts, none could inflict truly severe damage on a Sequence 4 Puppet in a short time.
The longer they dragged it out, the more likely it was to attract the attention of the Sea King, so Mistral decisively chose to use this Sealed Artifact.
Seemingly sensing the source of danger, Jax frowned, and dense black flames ignited on his body, finally breaking free from the restraints. He continuously flickered between shallow puddles, animal eyes, and dew drops on grass, preventing Mistral from pinpointing his location.
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Aaron sat atop the dark gold mist, using the prayer light points provided by the shattered Spells from Sharron, his brows slightly furrowed as he watched the two sides battle.
Because of Will Auceptin's warning, Aaron was very attentive to tonight's operation. He had arrived early atop the dark gold mist, ready to respond to Miss Sharron's call for help at any time.
Relying on the true vision provided by the Sefirah, Aaron had long since discovered Mistral hidden in the moonlight, as well as a more deeply hidden powerful individual who had not yet appeared: Marquis Nibbs Odora, whom Aaron had once spied upon from atop the dark gold mist.
Even so, the sense of unease in Aaron's heart had not diminished in the slightest. His heart sank slightly, and he beckoned the black emperor card, holding the Sun Chaser Scepter through layers of dark gold mist, while the Ring of Mysteries on his left hand glowed faintly.
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Jax, relying on his demigod-level Mirror Blink, constantly evaded Count Mistral's pursuit, heading towards the seaside cliff away from Bayam.
Count Mistral, who was leaping with the help of the moonlight, suddenly raised his left hand, gloved in black velvet, and picked up the "Pure White Vision."
His expression instantly distorted, experiencing the pain of being completely exposed to scorching sunlight.
Enduring this sensation, he quickly brought the eyeball-shaped transparent glass sphere to his right eye.
All the forest ahead abruptly "disappeared" from his sight, leaving only a figure like a giant black vortex, frantically devouring the surrounding light, making itself distorted.
This was Mistral's target, Jax, a high-ranking member of the Rose School of Thought and a Puppet.
A point of light then lit up, condensing into a scorching, dazzling ray, shooting out from the "Pure White Vision" directly towards the distant figure.
Suddenly, on the cliff not far from the sea, an illusory, hazy Door inscribed with numerous mysterious symbols emerged—it was the "Door of Summoning"!
With an illusory creaking sound, the "Door of Summoning" opened a crack.
A middle-aged man with the mixed-race appearance of the Northern and Southern continents, wearing a white robe inlaid with gold thread, emerged from behind the Door.
Accompanied by an invisible shriek that seemed to echo only in the Spirit World, the scorching, dazzling ray instantly vanished into nothingness, its aftereffects spreading towards Mistral.
In his brown eyes was an uncontrollable malice and madness, and on his relatively thick lips were golden nails covered with intricate patterns, sealing his entire mouth, giving him an eerie and terrifying feeling.
It was Mahmosi, the Sequence 3 Disicple of Silence, who had been severely wounded by Aaron before. Now, on his shoulder stood a small Puppet filled with resentment, its body inscribed with complex patterns and wrapped in black branches.
The Puppet's right hand was missing, which paired well with Mahmosi, who had lost his left arm.
However, Aaron did not pay attention to these minor details, his eyes fixed on Mahmosi's only remaining right hand.
Clutched there was a wet, sticky, palm-sized small person.
This small person had only one hole in its face, from which the extremely familiar dark gold mist that Aaron knew so well was emerging, and all his unease seemed to emanate from this small person.
Without any hesitation, Aaron activated his spirituality, and the dark gold mist surged violently. A true Sun seemed to rise within the palace, and a light arrow, seemingly condensed from pure, immortal radiance, appeared.
At the same time, the Red Moon mark on Aaron's wrist glowed faintly, a faint glow appearing, and without any interference, it merged with the light arrow into the prayer light points.
Outside, Mistral fully activated the "Pure White Vision" to defend. He suddenly turned his head to look behind him, and Marquis Nibias, who had been secretly preparing to strike, also paused slightly.
Only a light arrow, condensed from pure, immortal radiance, seemed to appear out of thin air, carrying an aura that made the soul tremble, and shot towards Mahmosi.
The bizarre Puppet on his shoulder seemed to sense what was about to happen and shrieked as it fled. Mahmosi ignored it, a mocking expression on his face, and directly stuffed the small person in his hand into his mouth.
His skin instantly turned black, wrinkled, and secreted obvious moisture. His hair and eyebrows withered and fell off, and after his limbs were restored, they became thin and long.
In just one second, Mahmosi seemed to have been assimilated by the small person, becoming a large, black, long-limbed, swollen and shriveled, wet baby!
His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears detached from their original positions and moved towards the center of his face, seemingly gathering together to form a brand new organ.
Emitting an indescribably mysterious and evil aura, Mistral, who was very close, only took one glance, and his skin erupted in red spots composed of fine granules.
Marquis Nibias's figure instantly appeared, pressing the "Pure White Vision" directly onto Mistral's forehead, and with a muffled grunt, rapidly leaped away using moonlight.
The next second, the light arrow shot directly into Mahmosi's mutated body, piercing through the black, swollen skin, causing the putrid black-green liquid inside to twist and deform in the pure radiance, but not dissipate.
After a series of infant-like screams, the "Door of Summoning," which had shown signs of closing, seemed to be stimulated, and was instantly completely opened by some unknown force. The sky suddenly darkened, and an arm stretched out!
This arm was ten meters long, its surface dark and sticky, with strange protrusions: some were skull heads, others three-dimensional eyes, or tongues with sharp teeth. As soon as it appeared, the entire forest trembled.
All the green leaves withered, all the insects stiffened and died, all the wild beasts either collapsed to the ground or frantically bit themselves, covered in blood!
The entire forest was withering, as if something that could destroy everything was about to descend.
Just as that arm was about to fully extend, thick silver-white lightning bolts appeared out of thin air, illuminating the entire mountain and crackling as they connected, forming a cage found only in myths and legends, enveloping the dark, sticky arm.
Dark clouds rapidly gathered high above, growing eyebrows, eyes, and a mouth, seemingly hiding a human face!
The enormous commotion just now had alerted Sea King Yan-Courtman in Bayam City, who unhesitatingly struck from afar and ordered the "Punishers" to activate the corresponding Sealed Artifacts.
Aaron, atop the dark gold mist, was pale, leaning against the throne. The "Arrow of Sun Chasing" just now had almost drained his spirituality.
The "Crimson Eye" floated silently in mid-air, enveloping Aaron in a dense crimson moonlight, his spirituality continuously growing and replenishing.
Watching the irritable old man successfully block the arm extending from the "Door of Summoning," Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Mahmosi's previous location, his pupils constricting sharply.
Mahmosi, whose body had originally been damaged, had now recovered. He was pierced by countless brown branches, suspended in mid-air, his belly greatly distended, with certain areas occasionally bulging and deflating, as if new life was being gestated within him.
His opening and closing mouth screamed frantically, his monstrous, inhuman face now only showing fanaticism. Behind him, a mummy wrapped in yellowed bandages seemed to emerge, its figure becoming increasingly clear.
Even through the prayer light points, Aaron could still feel that trembling aura, though it was not yet as strong as the arm enveloped in the lightning storm in mid-air.
But his spiritual intuition told him that Mahmosi, after devouring that bizarre small person, had, to some extent, gradually evolved into a semi-finished divine descent vessel.
Aaron gritted his teeth, preparing to force himself to launch another "Arrow of Sun Chasing" at this guy. At that moment, almost by instinct, his gaze shifted slightly upwards.
A figure with a feminine grace quickly outlined itself there.
The figure wore a hood and a dark robe, gazing blankly at the mutating Mahmosi.
Then, all mutations abruptly stopped. The mummy figure wrapped in yellowed bandages seemed to encounter an irresistible force, twisting and dissipating.
Mahmosi, meanwhile, seemed to turn into a pencil drawing, quickly erased by an eraser, utterly powerless to resist, leaving only an expression of bewildered unwillingness, and despair hidden within madness, etched into the mind of the sole Spectator present.
"This…" Aaron's raised hand froze in mid-air. The moment the thought occurred, he saw the figure turn its head, seemingly by some connection, looking at him through the dark gold mist.
It was a beautiful face, but devoid of any expression. Its black eyes were deep and dark, yet lacked spirituality.
Feeling that gaze, and the coldness emanating from the Red Moon mark on his wrist, only one thought remained in Aaron's mind:
"Divine descent vessel, 0-17…."
Just as Aaron was still unsure how to respond, "0-17"'s lips slowly stretched upwards, curving into a smile. After looking up at the lightning storm high in the sky, which resembled divine punishment, the figure instantly faded and disappeared from its original spot.
The other "people" around the battlefield seemed unable to see "0-17"; they only saw Mahmosi, who had been emitting an evil and terrifying aura, disappear from his spot with unwillingness and despair.
Jax' originally mocking and playful face instantly distorted. He charged like a Lunatic towards Mistral, whose strength had been greatly diminished by the pollution, and the latter could only barely maintain himself with the "Pure White Vision."
Marquis Nibias, a Sequence 3, blocked the ultimate target of this Sanguine expedition not far away: the bizarre Puppet corresponding to the Sequence 3 High Summoner.
Aaron, whose spirituality had recovered considerably with the help of the "Crimson Eye," was hesitating which side to help when he saw a familiar figure through his true vision.
Jax, who was severely injured in the fierce battle, suddenly stiffened, sensing an aura he had only felt from a few high-level existences within the Rose School of Thought.
His remaining sanity made him turn his head slightly to look behind him, where an eyeball with obscure, interwoven patterns on its surface appeared out of thin air—it was Astolfo.
Under Jax' disbelieving gaze, the Spirit World Door behind Astolfo suddenly opened wide, and an irresistible force swept both of them into the Spirit World.
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