Chapter 692: The Lamp God's Pollution

After William Augustus I uttered the decree, nothing changed around him; his decree strangely failed.

While Suer A was locked in a stalemate on the side, Hermes, who seemed to have reached a tacit understanding with the demon seed, suddenly turned and said, "Do not use Ancient Hermes tongue in front of me."

William Augustus I showed no expression on his face, but obvious anger flared within him; under Suer A's influence, any emotion here was amplified.

His blue eyes flashed with fine blood vessels; his left hand made a vague grasp in midair, and he whispered in Elven tongue, "Imprison!"

A torrent of information that enveloped him surged like a flood, then suddenly stalled, its speed slowed to the extreme.

"Exile!"

Another Elven decree was spoken; the knowledge that Rekton had infused into his mind was all exiled, restoring most of his condition.

Without pause, he clenched his right fist and swung down fiercely, bearing an indescribable momentum and might, as if to execute the surrounding chaotic floating information.

As his fist descended, the floating information torrent was unaffected; his extraordinary ability failed again.

A tearing pain radiated from his chest and abdomen; William Augustus I bowed in disbelief, seeing a massive fissure open in his torso, the crimson flesh inside still writhing.

Before he could react, an ancient‑styled spear, burning with clusters of dark‑red blood, pierced his body from behind, preventing the writhing flesh from healing.

His eyelids grew heavy, his whole body exhausted, yearning to slip into an eternal slumber.

". Why?"

William Augustus I stared ahead in disbelief, unable to grasp what had just happened, why his extraordinary ability harmed him, why his spiritual intuition completely failed, as the surrounding information torrent rapidly coalesced, reshaping Rekton's body, who now held a wish‑granting lamp borrowed from Bernade.

A golden liquid streamed from the pot's mouth like water, spiraling around William Augustus I twice in midair, like a sturdy rope, binding him firmly in place.

Part of the golden liquid merged into William Augustus I's body, part formed chaotic, twisted golden silhouettes that hovered above him, looking down at the restrained William Augustus I, and said in a detached, solemn tone, "When the information torrent is active, all targets of your extraordinary abilities are me; that will inevitably fail."

"From the start, the knowledge implanted in your mind already contained fragments of my information; this is the most direct and powerful link—you cannot resist, cannot guard, you can only become my puppet."

The Lamp God's words seemed like a final verdict; William Augustus I gazed at the Lamp God's figure with unfocused eyes, his lips moving as if suppressing something.

"There's no need to rush to corrupt him; an angel who has lived for millennia cannot be completely polluted by you so easily."

As Rekton spoke, he extended his right hand, forming a dark ancient horn, heavy with a sense of power.

This is the angelic‑level 'Horn of Destruction'; when sounded, its layered roar can shatter all matter and even space around it.

He brought the Horn of Destruction to his lips and blew forcefully; the low, humming sound instantly echoed through the connected tombs.

Crack! Crack! Amid crisp tearing sounds, fine cracks appeared continuously on the stone‑tiled floor, the dark walls, and even the empty air.

Prince Sunia Grove Augustus, wearing a crown of thorns, tried to stop Rekton; his form instantly turned golden, arms raised as if embracing the sun.

Guided by spiritual pull, blazing golden sunlight fell from nowhere, illuminating the entire tomb.

These rays interwove into a "sea," instantly covering everything; silently, the tomb's curtains fell, revealing a fairy‑tale‑like scene behind.

Grove Augustus's complexion turned pale; he clearly sensed they were no longer inside the tomb. Not only had he failed to block Rekton's destruction, but Bernade had also taken him away from the battlefield. He would now face a restrained angel wielding a Level‑0 Sealed Object alone.

In a dim world echoing with raven cries, all corpses hanging in the black‑spired church fell, surrounding Craine and Azuk's historical projection.

Azuk frowned at the dense array of secret idols; even the "Death Chancellor," proficient in the soul realm, could not locate Charatu's hidden true form, and thus advised Craine:

"Be careful; I can't locate Charatu's true form for now." "Understood." Craine inhaled deeply and nodded gravely.

Almost as his words ended, a familiar silhouette slowly but steadily traced itself in the air.

He wore lavish garments, long chestnut‑wavy hair, blue eyes, a high nose, thin lips—he was Russell from the "Emperor of Knowledge" era.

Russell's historical projection seemed dazed, but the state did not last long; when he looked down at Craine from his lofty position, his self‑awareness quietly took over.

He calmly stared at Craine, blue eyes gathering numerous illusory, complex mysterious symbols.

The next second, his head throbbed as if about to explode, flooded with a massive amount of useless knowledge.

No, where's the promised backstab? How did it become a backstab on me?

That thought flashed briefly in Craine's mind, then was overtaken by chaotic thoughts, even the urge to move a finger could not arise.

Azuk quickly recovered, his eyes igniting with pale flame; his body swelled, sprouting dark‑green blackish scales and white feathers, transforming into a gigantic feathered serpent.

As the feathered serpent appeared, two more figures emerged beside Russell: a William Augustus I being polluted by the Lamp God, and an unknown presence to Craine, whose aura also belonged to the angelic level.

Crimson flames rose from Craine's body; he intended to leap away via the fire to avoid the angels' battle affecting the battlefield's center.

As the flames faded, Craine's figure remained in place; the start and end points of his fire‑jump were cleverly fused.

He took a deep breath and reached out again, dragging a silvery white snake tail from the void.

When Craine released his right hand, a massive silhouette materialized in this dim realm—a gigantic, scale‑less, illusory snake formed from successive mercury‑colored complex symbols, the "Mercury Snake" of Fate Sequence One! Its eyes were icy crimson; its body covered in dense patterns and symbols forming interlinked wheels, each rim marked differently.

The entity that arrived was the true form of Will Anseatin; during the fire jump, Craine also ignited his thousand paper cranes, transmitting the situation to Will Anseatin.

Fortunately I wasn't directly taken away by Charatu from Beckland, otherwise Will couldn't have arrived in time; otherwise we'd have to cancel the historical projection of Ms. Arianna and create a new one, which would greatly increase the pressure on the tomb‑destruction operation.

While he pondered, Will Anseatin, still in his mythic creature form, bit his own tail, linking the giant snake's head and tail, merging with countless illusory rivers into a vague, unreal, slowly rotating massive wheel.

Suddenly, Russell and the two newly appeared angelic projections vanished swiftly; the secret idols controlled by Charatu were hung back onto the church ceiling, his two idols returned, and he and Azuk's figures retreated quickly back to the real world downstream of the Tasoak River.

After Will Anseatin rebooted the surroundings, he vanished quickly, returning to his baby carriage; the Yesterday Reappearance Talisman Craine gave him could only briefly restore his strength, and it was now exhausted.

In Dr. Allen's house in Beckland, Will Anseatin, wrapped in silver silk, tugged at the silk covering him, sighing, "Alas~ Beckland is truly unsuitable for a baby's life."

After Will Anseatin rebooted the area, Azuk summoned many undead and nature spirits, letting them enter the ruins first; after triggering Charatu's "Miracle," he and Craine stepped into the ruins.

Without Charatu's interference, he entered the actual interior of the ruins directly.

He was then shocked by the chaotic scene inside; the tomb's space had expanded several times, as if several tombs had been linked together.

The moment Craine entered the tomb, he was locked onto by the Divine Scourge Suer A; its two arms suddenly elongated, reaching for Craine.

The arms' surfaces were black and sticky, seeming to ooze a sinister fluid, sprouting all sorts of bizarre shapes.

An extremely evil, extremely mad sensation spread rapidly, causing the surroundings to crack dry and become tainted with madness.

Craine felt his body trapped within layer upon layer of barriers, unable to act; various desires and emotions brewed in his heart, leaving him in a dazed state, briefly unable to respond effectively.

(End of Chapter)