Throughout the encounter, Shiller remained calm, seemingly unsurprised by the abnormal scenario. But at this moment, Khonsu stepped forward and said,
"Amit, by projecting such immense power beyond the seal, you will be judged by the gods!"
"The same applies to you, Khonsu! You even brought two disciples!" Amit's voice was somewhat higher-pitched compared to Khonsu's: the educated conversation between them suggested that Amit was as wise and ancient as Khonsu.
Aside from the initial introduction in English, their interaction was entirely in Ancient Egyptian and at a rapid pace.
Thus, only after about twenty or thirty seconds of their exchange did a sharp blade of light cut off their conversation.
Amit's apparition dismissed the blade of light that Shiller had attacked with. But unlike the previous attack on Arthur, this time, a massive silver blade of light shone in front of the Umbrella Knife. As the crescent trail of the blade's light flew towards Amit, Amit formed a shield to defend. Ripples formed on the surface of the shield as the blade's light hit, then it disappeared.
Just as Amit was about to mock Khonsu, a 'whoosh' sound rang from behind him. The cross-shaped blade of light harshly struck Amit's back, causing him to be thrown forward.
Amit's apparition adjusted its poise in mid-air. As he braced his figure, intending to turn around and see who had ambushed him, Shiller attacked again.
Jack, standing behind Amit, sheathed his twin blades, bringing the handles together. With a twist, a large S-shaped crescent dart appeared. He stepped back, hunched over, grabbed the curved blade, and ferociously threw it.
As Amit narrowly escaped Shiller's Umbrella Knife, the S-shaped crescent dart with a powerful sound of breaking the air forced Amit to a point where there was nowhere to dodge. He had no choice but to withstand Shiller's attack.
Shiller's knife was imbued with Khonsu's unique Power of Moonlight. As the knife descended, Amit's shadow flickered and visibly dimmed.
"Khonsu!!!" Amit roared, "How dare you take such a sinner as your disciple, the Celestial Realm will judge you!!!"
His furious speech was in Ancient Egyptian, so neither Shiller nor Jack understood, nor had the intention to do so.
Khonsu, seemingly cautious, said to Shiller: "Stop! Shiller…"
He then turned to Jack, "Jack, hold…"
However, both of them ignored him and continued their assault. Their silver radiance intertwined like a massive web, encapsulating Amit who was rebuking and hurling insults at Khonsu.
Khonsu seemed furious that his disciples were disregarding him. He felt that his dignity as a god had been challenged and that this should not be tolerated. Therefore, he raised his scepter and slammed it hard on the ground.
A ripple of silver rings spread outward from him. When it swept over Shiller and Jack, their silver glow disappeared. Once the Power of Moonlight was withdrawn, their battle suits also vanished.
"You are my disciples, you should obey my orders..."
Khonsu believed he was patient. Even when Shiller and Jack disobeyed him, he only took back his power, considering himself merciful. But evidently, the two killers did not share the same sentiment.
The moment the power vanished, Shiller did not stop; in its place, a mysterious grey mist replaced the radiant Power of Moonlight.
Surprisingly, the weapon no longer transformed into a blade of light. Instead, it resembled numerous tentacles spreading out from Shiller's back, extending into the grey mist, and lunged towards Amit.
Amit attempted to Flash away, but the grey mist-formed tentacles seemed to have eyes. They manifested into countless threads, trailing Amit's figure until they enclosed him.
The grey mist tentacles were like greedily sucking leeches, penetrating Amit's body, voraciously sucking up his energy. The Amit apparition, composed of energy, was drained in an instant.
Before disappearing, Amit hollered, "Khonsu, you conspire with the Evil God, I will summon the Twelve Pillar Gods to judge you!!!"
Accompanied by a prolonged scream, Amit vanished. The well-fed grey mist tentacles waved in triumph. Amid the darkness, their terrifying and eerie motion was unbearable to look at.
Shiller turned around; his eyeballs were filled with the spreading grey mist, his gaze descending on Khonsu.
Khonsu's skull falcon head slowly turned 180 degrees backward, pretending to see nothing, and disappeared with a "whoosh".
"Oh, damn, my jaw…" Mark's personality returned, and he cried out in alarm, squinting his eyes surveying the destruction around him.
The battleground's perimeter was filled with colossal gorges left by the blade of light, interspersed with muddy black waters. Arthur's car, which he drove over, had somehow exploded and was now incinerated to a burnt crisp. Arthur lay not far from the car, his fate uncertain.
Mark stood in the middle of the chaos, utterly confused. Touching his pocket, he found that the beetle he had stored inside had disappeared.
He absently searched for it amidst the debris, but found nothing but dirty water and stone pieces. He sighed, put his hands on his waist and tapped his forehead, saying, "These symptoms are worsening."
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned to look at Shiller. Shiller seemed to have returned to normal. Even the sharp knife at the end of his umbrella had disappeared. Mark walked over and asked, "As I recall, you're a psychiatrist, aren't you? The capable sort…"
"You…" Just as Mark was about to continue, he felt a chill on his cheek. Small raindrops fell on his face. Looking up, he reached out his hand, he realized it had started raining.
The rainfall seemed invisible against the backdrop of the night, only detected by the splash of water droplets. Shiller unfurled his umbrella, completely unaffected, while Mark was caught in a predicament.
Seeing that Shiller had no intention of sharing his umbrella, Mark reluctantly found a car by the roadside, unlocked it, and climbed inside.
Shiller closed his umbrella, took the passenger's seat, and Mark asked as he started the car, "Where to?"
"Germany."
"Are you a psychiatrist?"
"Yes."
"So, in your opinion, this situation… I mean, starting from some unknown point, I've been experiencing intermittent blackouts and fainting spells. Is there a way to treat this psychologically?"
"I don't do psychotherapy."
Mark turned, looking incredulously at Shiller, asking, "Aren't you a psychiatrist? If you don't do psychotherapy, then what can you do?"
Mark saw Shiller slowly raising his umbrella. His eerie voice echoed around the car.
"I do physical therapy."