For an extraordinary being like the six-winged stone gargoyle—solid-bodied and relatively resistant to lightning strikes—Algier could only think of the "Rage Strike" from the "Seafarer" path as a particularly effective option. Of course, the "song," which directly resonates with the creature's auditory organs and mental essence, would undoubtedly be the most effective. If he had encountered the gargoyle elsewhere, he would have taken advantage of its tall, heavy, and less agile nature, circling it while singing to affect it continuously, and simultaneously launching sharp wind blades at the same target, gradually wearing down the enemy through accumulated damage and time. Yet now he stood within the burial chamber, its environment constrained—once he moved aside, the six-winged stone ghoul inevitably turned toward Germain Spalro, wielding a massive stone pike several meters long to strike him, preventing the reckless adventurer from seizing the opportunity to defeat the three deceased. Most importantly, Aljé suspected that the effect of his "song" on Germain Spalro might surpass even the power of the six-winged stone ghoul. Thud! The stone pike crashed heavily into the ground, creating a dramatic depression and shaking the entire chamber as if an earthquake had struck. Yet Aljé did not force a direct defense; instead, he swayed with the wind, veered to the right, and rose gracefully, nimbly evading the ghoul’s attack and charging straight for its head. At that moment, he saw those glowing, ash-white eyes. Aljé’s thoughts stalled instantly; his body stiffened, as though he were being petrified once more—yet no ash-white hue emerged on his skin, spreading outward. Under the influence of inertia, he continued to rise, but failed to swing his short blade, colliding straight with the six-winged stone ghoul's head. With a sharp *thud*, he spun backward, pain radiating through his body. In his eyes, the long pike—gray and heavy—remained clearly visible, yet his thoughts lagged, unable to formulate an effective response. Suddenly, a hand seized his shoulder and yanked him sharply to the side. *Crash!* Stone flew in splinters, sparks burst forth, and the stone ghoul's heavy pike drove a massive crater into the ground. Aljere trembled, and the scene before him sharpened into clarity, his thoughts regaining their normal rhythm. It felt as though he had finally woken from a nightmare he had been powerless to resist, regaining control of his body. Only then did he realize that Germain Spalro had appeared beside him without him noticing—where the three deceased once stood, faint electric glimmers still lingered, crackling softly. "Do not meet its gaze. Strike at its chest." Klein pulled Aljer swiftly, dodging the stone lances, while giving concise instructions to his companions. Aljer, having personally witnessed and experienced countless battles, immediately understood what Geremán Sparo meant without further explanation and promptly detached himself, moving with graceful agility to the side of the six-winged stone giant. Thud! Thud! Thud! He strode forward toward the six-winged stone giant, only rising high into the wind just as the stone lances swept across him, narrowly avoiding the blow. Whoosh! Another gale surged forward, pushing Aljer toward the chest of the six-winged stone giant. During this movement, he closed his eyes and drew back his right arm, causing successive waves of muscle to swell. Then, relying on the "navigator's" assessment of distance, he drove forward his right fist clenched tightly around the short blade. A roaring wind blade and crackling electricity erupted simultaneously, bursting forth with his punch. Thud! Alder's right fist struck the six-winged stone ghoul squarely in the chest, sending a burst of force that caused the pale stone to first crack with fine fissures, silver electric serpents leaping across them, then shatter into deep craters! Crack! His short blade was blown apart, scattering into fragments that flew outward in all directions. The powerful rebound sent Alder flying backward. In the air, he caught a glimpse of Germain Spalro, now wearing a silk hat, who had somehow circled around to face him, raising his hammer. Then, the composed adventurer raised his hand, aligning the deep, dark barrel of his gun precisely with the six-winged stone ghoul. Thump! A deep echo resonated as a bullet pierced the crater in the ghoul's chest and entered. A thunderous roar followed, causing the pale stone creature to shake violently, and the flames burning in its eyes swiftly dimmed and faded. After a brief pause, it collapsed forward with the force of a mountain giving way, producing a dramatic roar and shaking the ground like an earthquake. "The bell of doom" rang—deadly, decisive! At that moment, Aljé had just managed to steady himself, maintaining balance with the aid of the wind. Kline said nothing to him, nor did he search for spoils; he simply turned around and faced the area where the ground was blackened and where the Azk copper horn lay quietly. Long, slippery tentacles covered in scales flickered and moved. A deceased being, whose body had lost half of itself, rose to its feet, electric serpents of light pulsing across its surface. This was the once-majestic, fierce, and wrathful spirit—originally clad in a tattered brown jacket and wearing a pirate captain’s hat—now missing its left arm, its right leg, and half of its head, with blackened and melted patches all over its body. Yet even in this state, it remained awake, striving to merge with the surrounding flesh and achieve a more powerful state. To be clear, the "Lightning Storm" that Klein just employed was recorded from the "Poseidon's Staff"—even with some attenuation due to the recording process, it was undoubtedly a genuine, half-divine extraordinary ability. Its power was evident, as even the other two deceased individuals remained utterly still, without so much as a sigh, and simply ceased to exist. This awakened deceased must have an issue. Klein's mind immediately registered this, and he promptly instructed his "Spirit Soul," Senyor, to leap onto the smooth surface of the Azk copper whistle, then attempt to project it onto the slick tentacles of the deceased. At that very moment, through the medium of the secret doppelgänger, Klein sensed a violent, high-grade repulsion force—his "Spirit Soul" was unable to attach itself! Senyor was even pushed back, momentarily manifesting his form with difficulty. Alger, seeing this, didn't ask why. He raised both hands, generating a swirling gale around the deceased, aiming to constrain its movements. Yet the wind didn't rush inward—it seemed to hesitate, as if afraid, and instead pushed outward, dissipating swiftly. The only relief was that the deceased didn't immediately attack the two, but instead stepped left, bent down, and attempted to pick up Azk's copper whistle. At once, Caine shook his left hand, precisely turning the pages of "Lehmann's Travel Notes" to the sheet containing "The Deep Chains." This was an extraordinary ability recorded by Emlyn, belonging to Sequence 7: "Vampire." As Caine's right hand, gripping the revolver, slid sideways across the notebook, the shadows around the deceased suddenly came to life, transforming into chains that tightly encircled and secured it in place. Seizing the opponent's brief pause, Caine raised his pistol without expression, adjusted the cylinder, and pulled the trigger. Different colors appeared in his line of sight—red, green, and a stark white. Focusing on the stark white, Caine depressed the trigger. *Crack!* A delicate golden streak entered the half-head of the deceased, exploding it into a cascade of blood, while the purification bullet simultaneously radiated a sun-like glow, illuminating the entire body. The wax-like candle of the deceased melted slightly and, bowing low, lost its balance and fell beside Azk's copper whistle. Monsters devoid of consciousness, acting solely on instinct—indeed, they were far easier to handle than extraordinary beings of the same level. Yet, wasn't I a little unkind to Azk's copper whistle? Since I received it, it had endured explosions, lightning strikes, and now, the cleansing of sunlight—its journey had been quite taxing... Caine offered a brief moment of regret, then maneuvered his "spirit" Senior to pick up the ancient, elegant copper whistle and place it within himself. He didn't go directly there, afraid that another deceased might awaken. So he continued to have the secret figure, Senior, explore the man who had just resisted possession. Caine suspected that this deceased carried something of quite a high level! Soon, the Senior in non-"ghost" form touched upon an object and drew it out. It was a playing card! On the front of the card stood a man raising both hands, wearing a triple crown, with devotees bowing before him, and behind him, lightning, storm clouds, gales, and waves! Caine recognized this man immediately—he had seen him in another form in a portrait. This was Emperor Roscel! On the upper left of the card in the papal attire, a brilliant radiance formed the words: "Sequence 0: Tyrant!" The card of亵渎 from the "Storm" path—the "Tyrant" card? Caine instantly recalled the name the Church of the "Gods of Knowledge and Wisdom" used for the "Storm Sovereign": Tyrant! Alder also saw the "Card of Desecration," his gaze instantly freezing, a flame of greed suddenly blazing within him. He took a deep breath, forcing his eyes away and turning toward the side, saying, "The battle was intense—perhaps certain things deep within this church have been awakened by our actions. Therefore, we must swiftly collect the items and be ready to evacuate at a moment's notice." Mr. The Hangman, don't you think I'm already aware of this issue? You don't need to be so verbose—didn't we just share that unspoken understanding? Hmph, indeed, the "Emperor" card still affects you, making it difficult for you to remain composed and causing you to speak at length... While coldly stating, Caine instructed the "Spirit of Resentment" Senior to fold the "Card of Desecration" and enter one of the deceased bodies, accelerating the manifestation of extraordinary traits, "You've already wasted five seconds." Aljer paused, said nothing further, and walked toward the remains of the six-winged stone ghoul. He carefully removed the residual red glow from its eyes, then patiently waited, extending his hand into the fractured chest of the ghoul and withdrawing a gray-white, semi-transparent crystal cluster. On the other side, under the influence of the "Grief Spirit" ability, the deceased whose body had previously been covered in yellow-green pus had released a clump of brown "soil"—this soil bearing root-like structures and hidden veins, appearing remarkably unusual. Without pausing to speculate which path or sequence this belonged to, Caine simply instructed Senior to collect it and turned his attention to the deceased whose smooth tentacles were still gently twitching, urging its exceptional properties to manifest more rapidly. As the form of a jellyfish-like entity, containing a body of azure seawater, began to take shape, a long, resonant voice suddenly echoed in Caine's and Aljer's ears: "Ah..." The sigh came from the deepest part of the church, carrying an indescribable sense of time-worn depth.