The heavy pressure in front of him forced Whistlek Bernstein to retreat, but at this moment, black, corrupted sunbeams poured down.
The youth wielding the Sun Scepter aimed the twisted sun symbol at the marionetted enemy, and black light, like a beam, enveloped him.
The next moment, Whistlek Bernstein's figure disappeared again.
Another paper figurine, used as a decoy, was also scorched yellow and black, enveloped by the black sunlight.
It didn't dissipate. In the black light, it stood up eerily, as if possessing its own spirituality. Blood-colored foam appeared in the paper figurine's eyes, making its paper-mâché face even more blurred.
The mouth, just a casual embellishment by the creator, opened, revealing the stark white teeth inside.
It had completely 'come alive'.
"Hee hee hee, ha ha ha—"
Like a cannonball, the paper figurine rushed towards Whistlek Bernstein not far away the instant the black sunlight dissipated. It crashed into the seemingly slow-moving colonel's back, merged into his armor, and instantly adhered to his skin.
With a tearing sound, the armor on Whistlek Bernstein shattered. He reached out, tearing off the paper figurine fused with his skin, along with a large piece of flesh and blood. Blood spurted out, but it wasn't the normal color, turbid and foul, as if stained with mentally polluted pulp.
Having suffered such a blow, Whistlek Bernstein's condition worsened.
Auditory and visual hallucinations began to become severe. He felt that the flowers and trees around him seemed to have come alive and would devour him at any moment.
And the surroundings fell silent again. The young man with the scepter was gone, as if everything just now was his hallucination.
"No." His face was hard, his teeth clenched, and he spat out words one by one.
"Spirit thread manipulation is forbidden here!"
As he uttered this decree, the blood in his throat seemed to be unstoppable, flowing from the corner of his mouth. With the forced use of a decree targeting Sequence Five Extraordinary individuals, the rapid decay of his spirituality intensified the sluggishness of his spirit thread manipulation.
The cross-Sequence decree was weakened. He didn't know what method the opponent used, but he couldn't find the enemy's trace at all, and could only rely on a large-scale decree to try to break through.
"I can't fight a protracted battle. I must attract the attention of others. The previous obstruction shows that the hidden enemy doesn't want me to seek help, afraid I'll alarm the other Extraordinary individuals here."
As this thought appeared and the corresponding action was taken, time quietly passed.
The Master of Marionettes hidden in the dark was always a hunter with enough patience.
As someone of this Sequence who had summarized the acting rules, Tang naturally understood this well.
Euclid's space fundamentally improved the Master of Marionettes. The few weaknesses of the Master of Marionettes' marionettization were the time required to marionette an enemy and the necessity of keeping the target within a certain distance during the marionettization period to gradually control them and completely turn them into one's own marionette.
Within Euclid's space, all observed objects were in the same observable space.
And what this space presented would change according to Tang's own will.
By using 'Dimensional Reduction' to make his control over the spirit thread affect the target to be marionetted in the real world, even if the opponent used a decoy or extraordinary powers like Traveling, as long as they didn't escape his observable range, then his manipulation of the spirit thread couldn't be interrupted due to distance!
"As for the decree forbidding spirit thread manipulation? Separated by a layer of space, a decree that can't find the source of manipulation can't take effect normally. At most, it will slow down the marionettization time, buying him time."
Now there was only one problem to worry about: if the opponent attracted the attention of other Extraordinary individuals before he completely marionetted this person, the opponent might have a chance to get help from his companions and escape this state.
Tang calmly watched the development of the situation. The opponent still had several magical items, which Tang had already figured out. The opponent must also realize that the possibility of escaping alone or counter-killing him now was so low that it was completely impossible to achieve.
Unsurprisingly, the opponent took out a circular gemstone emitting a dim luster, adorned with dazzling blue, like a fantastical treasure from the deep sea.
He was somewhat sluggish, but appeared very nervous, looking around solemnly, and carefully placed the gemstone on his chest.
The next moment, like a boiling oil pot exploding, Whistlek Bernstein opened his mouth, his voice mixed with rage and madness. Accompanied by the power of his spirituality, that loud singing instantly pierced the air and surged outwards.
That was a magical item made from the Sequence Five Ocean Singer extraordinary characteristics of the Tyrant pathway.
And this Loen colonel wanted to use the negative effects of this magical item, with undisguised loud singing, to attract the attention of others.
At the same time, that sound was also extremely guiding, capable of making people irritable, lose their minds, and become true brutes, acting entirely on muscle without thinking.
Tang didn't know what he was singing. It seemed to be a folk song? But separated by a layer of space, no extraordinary ability could affect him, but this sound was really... too unpleasant.
All output relied on roaring, without any skill.
"If an Ocean Singer can sing this badly, I'd rather poison him mute."
He seized the time to turn the opponent into a marionette.
As for whether this singing would attract the attention of others?
Whistlek Bernstein's voice was extremely penetrating. To be honest, the voice mixed with spirituality could probably be heard throughout half of Fort Saga, but these sounds were blocked when they spread out of the manor.
Silently chanting ancient Hermes words, using the charm at the right time and in the right place, Owen watched as those few charms turned into specks of black light and merged into the air, making the loud singing fall into death, without a trace of outward diffusion, and then silently left.
They weren't lacking in this kind of high-level charm belonging to the Death domain that could specify the death of a certain thing.
'Host, go for it! Host will win—'
The System cheered in Tang's mind.
The loud singing was isolated inside, and the people in this manor were all misled by the extraordinary abilities of the Sun Scepter's Manipulator, completely ignoring all problems, unable to support their esteemed colonel at all.
In this situation, the enemy had only one outcome.
Tang countered every move. Every time the opponent took out a magical item, he dealt with it. This Loen colonel indeed had many treasures, and he was quite cautious, carrying many magical items, some of which were quite troublesome to deal with.
The mad counterattack at the point of death was also astonishing.
But in the end, the victor was still Tang.
Before long, Whistlek Bernstein quieted down.
He calmly removed all the magical items on his body.
Tang, holding the Sun Scepter, also calmly appeared not far from the colonel.
(End of this chapter)