As Amun spoke, transparent tentacles etched with mysterious patterns extended from the immense vortex behind Him, wrapping around His various "spirit threads." In an instant, these delicate, ethereal black lines were lifted effortlessly into the air. Thus, strange, monstrous forms hung suspended in midair, like cured ham awaiting drying. The "spirit threads" surrounding Amun had been stolen by Him at some point He had not even remembered! As Zarathustra launched his attack, His other smooth, slippery tentacles continuously reached into the void, attempting to pull things back toward Him. Within just a few swift movements, a figure swiftly took shape—dark, wavy chestnut hair, blue eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, and a neatly groomed pair of small mustaches. Dressed in a deep red coat embroidered with rusted gold threads, he was none other than the former emperor of Indis, Roscel Gustav. As soon as this "Emperor of Knowledge" stepped into the real world, he gazed down with an air of superiority upon the greatly enlarged Amun, his eyes instantly coalescing one after another complex and ethereal symbols. He had no concern at all that Amun might steal his attacks, for what he had prepared was an immense volume of intricate yet largely useless knowledge—whether forcibly poured into Amun's mind or simply taken by him, it would inevitably burst the other's consciousness. At the very moment when the historical projection of Emperor Roscel was fully realized, Chalatou's translucent tendrils once again drew forth a new figure. This figure appeared youthful in face, though his hair had already turned half-gray, flowing backward and floating in mid-air, half-hidden and half-prominent against the night. It was an angel unknown to Klein—male in form, with deep, weathered eyes, a pleasing countenance, and a few coarse, short black hairs growing on his cheeks, creating a striking contradiction: at once both elderly and youthful, rational and yet wildly passionate. He instantly transformed into a cluster of wriggling, embracing insects, extending translucent, smooth tendrils reminiscent of Zaratustra's projection. Clearly, this too was an angel of the "Prophet" path. At this moment, Caine even hesitated to meet the scene unfolding above him, yet upon a sudden inspiration, he sensed a familiar presence. The second angel summoned by Zaratustra was Antigonus, the son of the ancient god and the first ancestor of the Antigonus family! This was a historical projection from before He had become half-"The Fool." Clearly, Zaratustra had made ample preparations during this period. As Antigonus fully manifested his mythic biological form, the surrounding environment shifted once more—the darkness deepened, thickening as if alive, flowing toward the towering figure in classical black robes, wearing a soft-crowned pointed hat and a single-lens spectacles—Amun. In the areas enveloped by this darkness, all the monsters instantly transformed into secret figures. Antigonus appears to have partially transferred the memory of the ancient divine realm into the real world, thus separating Amun and Crayne. This too is a miracle. When the miracle unfolds, Zaratustra's translucent tendrils pull forth a third projection from the historical mist—a knight clad in black full armor. He is a half-god of the Fourth Solomon Empire, known in history only modestly. Yet he holds another identity: a member of the "Red War" legion, whose commander is the Angel King Medici. Within this legion, each member shares a deep psychic connection with the "Red Angel" Medici, forming a unified whole. Thus, Medici can channel their collective strength and also transmit his own power to them. — The capabilities of ancient scholars cannot engage with "uniqueness," even after achieving a qualitative transformation through sequential advancement. Yet, undoubtedly, seers consistently seek workarounds, attempting to circumvent limitations and secure a certain degree of assistance related to "uniqueness." Kline accomplished this by summoning a goddess's divine vessel with only slight strength, while Charathus summoned powerful figures from within the "Warrior Red" legion. At this moment, that projection effectively became part of the Medici. The knight clad in black full armor stepped onto the battlefield, stared blankly, then burst into laughter: "Oh, little raven—have your feathers grown back from the flames I've sent?" Since Kline had summoned his historical rift projection, which in turn summoned three angelic-level historical rift projections, the pressure on his maintenance system surged dramatically, and he now doubted whether he could even sustain for ten seconds. Had it not been for this transformation, he would likely have felt he had discovered an endless means of enhancing his combat capabilities—each time summoning two great angels and himself, and then having his own projection summon two more great angels and himself, continuing this cycle ad infinitum. At that moment, the head monk of the Night Church, Arianna, began to fade, entering a concealed state, and suddenly appeared behind the greatly enlarged Amen, cleaving the air with a long bone sword etched with strange patterns. While Amen was being besieged by the five angel projections, Caine continuously transformed the monsters into secret figures, positioning them directly at him and opening his mouth to emit sharp "pings." One after another, air projectiles roared toward Caine himself. Meanwhile, Caine extended his hand and effortlessly drew from the air a "Yang Flame Seal" that had already been activated and was poised to take effect. He simply wouldn't believe that, under such relentless assaults, he could still survive. Amidst the pounding sounds, Caine suddenly heard a single "drip-drip." For an instant, the entire world seemed to freeze, then resumed its normal rhythm. Immediately, Caine saw a massive opening in the dark sky, a beam of pure, scorching sunlight pouring through and igniting a golden sigil. That was the "Yang Flame Sigil," now transformed into a great sphere, swirling with countless flaming orbs. Yet, its target was not Caine—it had malfunctioned, instead enveloping the half-deity of the "Warrior's Red" legion. On the other side, the vast reservoir of knowledge poured forth by Rosel Gustav, the miracles crafted by Antigonus, the devastating sword wielded by Arianna, and the translucent tendrils extended by Charathus—all converged mistakenly upon the same target: the Medici subordinate clad in black full armor. The projection, bearing certain Medici inclinations, first experienced a mental explosion—its instinctive reactions seemingly lost—before being struck successively by a cascade of attacks and swiftly dissolving into the air. Amun, who had been wearing a pointed soft hat and clad in a classical mage's robe, had somehow regained his human scale and now stood at the base of the battlefield. He raised his right hand, adjusted his single-crystal spectacles, and a beam of light illuminated. Behind him, the ancient, weathered silhouette of the complete clock reappeared, and its longest second hand spun rapidly—well beyond normal speed—by nearly half a circle. Though this process actually took less than a second, the entire barren plain seemed to have lost several to twenty seconds of time. The historical temporal rift images of Antigonus vanished, followed by those of Roscel, then Chalatou and Arianna. The time they had been able to sustain was thus stolen. Klein, who was about to carry out his third act of suicide, found himself momentarily stunned by what he saw. He had anticipated that Amun—known as the "Disbeliever"—would be able to overcome the five angel projections, since projections, after all, were inherently weaker than the actual beings themselves. Yet he had never imagined that Amun would handle the situation so effortlessly, leaving Klein with no real opportunity to even attempt suicide. Having deployed his final reserve, he now felt his resolve wane, his spirit sinking into despair. Amun pushed his glasses down and closed the distance, stepping directly before Klein, who smiled at him. "If it were the actual beings themselves, that would indeed be a more challenging scenario," he said. "However, the images drawn from the historical fissures have significant limitations, and identifying and seizing upon the core issues—that is precisely where my strength lies." Watching Amun, whose expression remained calm and composed, radiating genuine pleasure, utterly unbothered by the difficulties he had just faced, Klein felt his heart gradually sink, as though falling deep into the abyss. A spark of inspiration flashed through his mind, swiftly conjuring a series of images: after entering the realm of the forsaken gods, Amun had changed his attire, replacing his contemporary wardrobe—dark jacket, wool trousers, and black hat—with the classical mage's robe and a soft, pointed hat befitting the age. Subsequently, He had proposed a game of pursuit and obstruction, displaying an unwavering confidence, utterly unconcerned about any potential mishaps. In the span of a thought, Caine found his throat slightly dry, his voice low and husky as he began: "You—your true form. Did your true self reunite with your avatar after entering the realm of the forsaken?" He genuinely doubted that the figure before him was Amun's true essence—the authentic "transgressor," the complete Angelic King. Amun, wearing a single eyeglass, gently smiled. "Isn't this fascinating? The very expression on your face upon learning this truth—that is precisely what I intended to see." He explicitly acknowledged His own essence as the very embodiment of the "Theft" path's uniqueness—the primordial entity beneath the divine, ranking first among the gods. This meant that, unless a true god descended, no matter how hard or how desperately Caine struggled, he would never escape Amun's grasp. Here, in this land forsaken by the gods, the only active deity was the "True Maker," whose interest in the "Source Citadel" was not particularly strong. Though at first he had hesitated, doubting whether Amun had already been replaced by His true essence, it was only when the certainty settled in that Caine, after repeatedly experiencing hope rising and then collapsing, truly grasped what it meant to face absolute despair. Had it not been for the Tarot's involvement with the "Justice" lady and Leonard, or had it not been for his knowledge that Amun was especially skilled at deception, he would have opened his mouth to surrender, expressing a willingness to become one of Amun's devoted followers. Isn't it entirely normal to simply become part of someone when one cannot overcome them? While self-mocking, Caine suddenly had a flash of insight, recalling certain words Amun had previously spoken. This... his eyes suddenly lit up, and he settled completely, gazing at Amun, leisurely shifting in his seat, and smiled as he said, "Then kill me."