Klein's expression wasn't very good. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice:
"How about I change my identity now and stay overnight at the nearest Storm cathedral?"
The Prophet Clone looked at Klein with some surprise and chuckled:
"You can try, but they will definitely be able to trace the identity of Gehrman Sparrow afterward."
"Moreover, what are you going to do with your Marionette Kircheis? He can't be too far from you, otherwise he will directly turn into a corpse that has long been dead, and since he is a Beyonder of the Demon pathway, it's very easy for problems to be discovered if he appears in a place like a cathedral."
Klein sighed helplessly. Marionette Kircheis was a Sequence 5 Desire Apostle, and he held a powerful mystical item. His combat ability was stronger than Klein's own, so he certainly couldn't give him up easily.
Frowning in thought for a moment, he spoke again:
"Perhaps I can go near the cathedral. I just need to make some noise if I'm attacked, and the Punishers of the Church of the Lord of Storms will quickly notice."
"Moreover, even that 'Abomination' can't just casually fight in front of a true God's cathedral, right? Especially after the Church of the Lord of Storms' Cathedral of Waves was recently stolen by Amon."
"I remember that the Punisher Squad here wields a 'Darkness' pathway Sealed Artifact. It can pull living beings within a certain range into the same dream, which is advantageous for me because I can remain conscious in dreams."
The Prophet Clone nodded in agreement with Klein's idea, then said:
"Good idea, but you need to go to Gray Fog first and help me transfer some mystical items over. They'll definitely be useful later."
As he spoke, he rose from the wooden chair. Pale blue light surged in his eyes, outlining strange symbols that reflected in the room, forming a Wall of Spirituality with a concealing effect.
Seeing that the surroundings were sealed by the Wall of Spirituality, Klein no longer hesitated and immediately entered the space above Gray Fog by walking four steps in reverse.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Leyton walked across the lonely, dark wilderness, holding a dim yellow lantern.
Under the faint yellow light, the standard for measuring distance was distorted. With every step he took, his figure distorted, directly shifting dozens of meters forward.
This process repeated continuously, and in just a few breaths, his figure had moved over a thousand meters forward.
Two minutes later, Leyton stopped moving forward. He placed the dim yellow lantern on the ground. Around him, sparkling golden specks of light fell, emitting bright and warm radiance, also carrying the Purification power of the Sun domain.
After the corrosion on his body was Purified, he casually flicked out a handful of black powder, spreading spirituality to create a starry night sky around him, with some 'Soul Soothing' effect, allowing him to gradually erase the negative desires and emotions caused by the dim yellow lantern while resting.
After resting for a while, a dense Gray Fog suddenly surged before his eyes. At the highest point of the Gray Fog, The Fool's figure sat leisurely on a high-backed chair, appearing extremely tall and mysterious.
He was still wondering what Klein wanted with him at this time, when the next moment, the other party's voice echoed in his ears:
"I've been targeted by the Rose School of Thought, and your avatar is here too. He needs some mystical items."
"I know, the Mother Tree wants to have a child with you. Of course, it might also be you who has the child," Leyton said with a hint of a smile, complaining without any empathy.
Above Gray Fog, Klein's mouth twitched. Thanks, no need to remind me of that.
With a dark expression, he cut off the connection with Leyton, then rummaged through the pile of miscellaneous items for a stack of cut paper figures, preparing to take them out for later use.
After about a minute, he saw the crimson Star representing Leyton begin to expand and contract, sending out ripples of deep crimson. He heard Leyton's prayer:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era; you are the Lord of Mysteries above Gray Fog; you are the King of Yellow and Black Who Holds Good Luck..."
"Your loyal servant prays to you;
Pray that you open the door to your kingdom;
Pray that you accept his offering."
Klein rose from the high-backed chair, walked to the back of the magnificent hall, and extended his spirituality to touch the illusory, dark, heavy door, pushing it open with his spirituality.
The wailing winds howled into form, and the boundless Gray Fog began to surge. The illusory, dark, heavy door creaked open slowly.
A scroll with colors mixed together like a child's scribble, and a dim yellow lantern with a metallic sheen, were thrown from the other side of the door.
As the sacrificed items were thrown out, the illusory door also quickly became transparent and disappeared as if it could no longer be sustained.
Klein slightly raised his hand, and the two mystical items flew by themselves to the mottled long table beside him.
Sitting back on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, he picked up the two mystical items with some curiosity and confirmed their magical effects and negative impacts through divination.
After a while longer, prayers once again echoed above Gray Fog. A new crimson Star emerged from the depths of the Gray Fog, and crimson ripples, like water waves, spread through the grand and ancient palace, mixed with a somewhat childish and familiar voice.
"Bugs Bunny's voice. The creatures praying to The Fool are becoming more and more diverse. I wonder if there will be cats, dogs, or even fish from the sea praying to me in the future."
Muttering to himself, Klein repeated his previous actions, extending his spirituality to push open the illusory door created by the sacrificial ritual, and brought the items offered by Bugs Bunny to Gray Fog.
It was a golden-yellow square box engraved with numerous symbolic patterns and magical markings, somewhat resembling a metal Rubik's Cube that could be distorted freely. No matter how the symbolic patterns and magical markings on its surface were combined, they would always perfectly form a complete pattern.
Just by holding it, Klein felt a dry mouth and throat, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and back.
Where his right hand touched the golden-yellow Rubik's Cube, his skin was red from the heat, and faint scorch marks appeared.
"This negative effect is much more severe than the sun brooch. If the sun brooch is mid-summer, then this is directly entering a desert at noon. And this dryness is true, not just a physical illusion. Holding it for a long time will truly turn one into a dried corpse."
"And this is still above Gray Fog. Once it leaves this place, can this thing really still be used?"
Klein pondered while trying to divine its effects and negative impacts.
After writing down the divination statement on the materialized paper, he held the paper in his right hand and repeated it several times in a low voice, then closed his eyes and quickly entered a state of sleep through meditation.
In the dream, as soon as his consciousness regained clarity, he was stimulated by the bright, dazzling sunlight and couldn't open his eyes.
The next moment, the surrounding light suddenly weakened, becoming fainter and fainter, as if being continuously swallowed by something.
Only then did Klein slowly open his eyes. The surrounding light had become extremely faint, almost completely gone. In front of him, the golden-yellow Rubik's Cube, engraved with numerous symbolic patterns and magical markings, floated motionless in mid-air, emitting a faint, flickering light, like an old, poorly connected incandescent bulb.
"It's absorbing light? Is one of this Rubik's Cube's effects the ability to absorb and store light?" Klein murmured in confusion.
As if responding to his question, the Rubik's Cube, engraved with numerous symbolic patterns and magical markings, suddenly began to rotate on its own. When all six of its faces formed a sun pattern, specks of golden sunlight emanated from within the Rubik's Cube.
This light seemed to pry open cracks in the Rubik's Cube's metal surface, spreading along the sun's pattern and illuminating it completely.
At this instant, a fierce burst of sunlight erupted. Pure, flawless, scorching light instantly engulfed everything, like a purifying radiance that left no trace of evil or darkness around!.
Even space became chaotic under this scorching light. Anything enveloped by this light would find it difficult to escape. Everything under this light, even souls, would be burned and Purified by it.
The intense impact directly woke Klein from his slumber. He leaned back on the high-backed chair, breathing heavily.
Although it was in a dream, for a moment he truly felt his body and soul melt into that scorching sunlight.
He panted and exclaimed:
"Phew... Is this thing really not meant for mutual destruction? Even the user cannot avoid the damage it brings, and because they are too close, they are likely to be the first to be melted by the scorching sunlight."
"Forming the same pattern on different faces of the Rubik's Cube allows it to be used, but it shouldn't just have the 'Sun' pattern from before... Forget it, I won't continue divining. That feeling is too uncomfortable."
"Among Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts, it should be considered one of the most powerful in terms of lethality. The characteristics for forging it should come from the golden carriage in the Sea of Ruins. The Rubik's Cube's shape was clearly modified by an Artisan, and to modify a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, it must be at least a Demigod-level Artisan..."
After muttering to himself for a while, he quickly composed himself, extended his spirituality, and communicated with the crimson Star representing the Prophet Clone, telling him to prepare for the bestowal ritual.
Inside the hotel in the Dock District, the Prophet Clone leaned against the window frame, calmly observing the street outside under the dim streetlights: falling leaves drifting against the wind, a suddenly swaying curtain in a distant house, and a pale figure flashing across a glass window.
"Coming quite fast. Did he foresee something and speed up his actions?" He murmured, then suddenly raised his left hand and snapped his fingers softly.
Snap! The crisp sound was covered by a sudden sonic boom above his head. In the violently dispersing airflow, there were also some light yellow paper scraps.
A terrifyingly powerful spirit 'scanned' over almost the next moment, carrying undisguised anger.
The intensity of that sonic boom just now wasn't too high, but the explosive sound was extremely penetrating, easily reminding people of the sound that had spread throughout the city earlier.
Under the dim light, the street was unusually silent, with only the much more intense wind howling past.
In the sky, the strong wind carried "Sea King" Jahn Kottman closer from afar.
His loose Church of the Lord of Storms priest robe was stretched by his well-defined muscles, flapping in the wind. His dark blue eyes scanned the street and houses below.
A moment later, the howling strong wind in the sky gradually weakened, leaving only a cold snort echoing with the night wind.
After confirming that "Sea King" Jahn Kottman had moved away, the Prophet Clone suddenly pulled out a light yellow paper figure from his pocket. Many strange symbols were drawn on the paper figure with spiritual blood.
He flicked his right hand in mid-air, and the paper figure was directly flung out the window. It expanded and distorted in mid-air, transforming into a figure draped in a dark black cloak.
The paper figure landed lightly, looked around, then naturally merged into the surrounding shadows and ran towards the city's Dock District.
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