Chapter 676 Chaotic Situation
"Magician" Fors leaned forward slightly, with both hands firmly against the edge of the table. She was extremely conflicted at the moment.
On one hand, there was the hatred of her teacher's family, and on the other hand, the commission might offend a member of the Tarot Club, a very powerful member at that.
It shouldn't be dangerous, right? With Mr. "The Fool" here, Mr. "White Tower" would definitely not do anything to me, who is also a member of the Tarot Club. At most, he would just warn Butis in advance and let him be careful.
But as long as the "Secret Saint" is still active on the battlefield of the southern continent, there will always be a chance to hunt him down, and he can also disguise himself as an official Intis Extraordinary and put the blame on them. But the battlefield is equally dangerous to others, and with the presence of Mr. "White Tower", it is estimated that no one would be willing to accept this commission.
While thinking, she subconsciously cast her eyes on the "World" Gehrman Sparrow, who was known as a crazy adventurer.
Feeling the sight of Miss Magician, Klein made the World speak in a low voice:
"I will stay in Backlund for a while. There are some very important things to deal with here."
Fors nodded with some regret. The rejection of the World was within her expectations, but the other party's reason surprised her. She seriously suspected that Backlund was planning another big event.
Could it be that Feysac had another round of air strikes against Backlund? However, since the church and the military in Loen were prepared, it would not make much sense to do so, and it might even lead to an ambush.
Fors's thoughts were uncontrollably scattered, and she once again had the idea of getting away from Backlund and finding a safe place to play the role of a "traveler" with peace of mind.
As her thoughts floated, she heard Renekton on the other side of the mottled long table chuckle, and he said as if he was interested in their topic:
"If any of you are willing to accept Miss 'Magician's' mission, I can provide some help, such as interfering with the sight of the 'True Creator', or helping to retreat at the end of the mission."
"Star" Leonard looked at Renekton in surprise, and then he seemed to think of something and said:
"I can also provide some help, a powerful talisman, some opinions and references on the plan."
Your alliance is really fragile. Should I also intervene? Since the conflict between Amon and the "True Creator" father and son has eased, then "He" is my enemy.
After silently sighing in his heart, Klein looked at Renekton, then manipulated "World" Gehrman Sparrow and said,
"I can also provide some help, powerful magical items, spells, and references for plans."
"Well, although I don't know why you are willing to provide help, thank you all the same."
After thanking, "Magician" Fors was still a little dazed, but she could see that with the increase in the stakes of "White Tower", "Star", and "World", Mr. "Chariot" seemed to have been moved.
"Hermit" Cattleya looked at the few people deeply and did not express her opinion. The queen was right. The parties that formed the new regime of the southern continent were actually in harmony. They were only tied together because of interests, not cooperation based on shared ideas.
As an "audience", "Justice" Audrey observed more from the reactions of Renekton, Leonard and others. Fors's issuance of this commission should be related to her teacher. Mr. "White Tower" and Mr. "World" seemed very happy to see the power of the "True Creator" weakened. As for Mr. "Star", from his performance, it seemed that he was mostly full of hatred and disgust.
As everyone thought with different expressions, "Warrior" Anderson leaned back in his chair, raised his right hand and said,
"Okay, your continuous increase has attracted me. I will collect information. If there is a possibility of success, we will discuss the follow-up."
"Magician" Fors nodded and directly told Anderson the information he knew about Butis.
After their communication ended, "Moon" Emlyn looked around and his eyes fell on "Star" Leonard and asked,
"If you are official Beyonders, how would you deal with a clergyman of a hostile force under your jurisdiction during the war?"
"He didn't, and he didn't intend to do anything bad."
Although he was no longer in Backlund, after a long time of getting along, he had a good impression of Father Utravsky. After knowing that Feynaport had also joined the war, he had been a little worried about the safety of the priest who was preaching in Backlund, and whether this priest would cause safety problems for Backlund. Does
this guy really think of himself as a member of the Church of the Earth? Is the fate of vampires to believe in the "Mother Earth Goddess"? Where is your vampire pride?
Leonard glanced at Emlyn, the "moon" who had been staring at him, and was silent for two seconds before saying,
"Protective custody."
He knew very well who the other party was talking about, and he did not believe Emlyn's subsequent words. For a god-favored person or a fanatic, the standard of good and bad may not be the same as that of normal people.
After answering Emlyn's question, Leonard glanced at the "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table, and then his eyes fell on Renekton, and asked curiously,
"Is there anything else hidden in Backlund recently?" Renekton probably understood what Leonard really wanted to ask. He was silent for two seconds, then chuckled and said,
"Of course there is, but it has nothing to do with you. You were left in Backlund mainly to attract Amon, or other high-level beings from these three paths to come, so that they can form a balance and restrain each other."
Seeing this, Klein manipulated the "world" to add,
"The leader of the Secret Order, Sequence One Zaratul, is staying in Backlund."
"'Foreteller' and 'Thief', as well as 'Apprentice', belong to the three adjacent paths."
"Magician" Fors subconsciously had a picture in her mind, the picture when she last saw her teacher, a strange crow resting on the gas lamp pole on the street. Sometimes not knowing much is also a kind of luck, which can avoid many silent and extremely deadly dangers.
Everyone exchanged some of their doubts and information in turn, and soon the topic was brought back to the war again.
"Hermit" Cattleya looked around the hall and said with some sigh:
"At present, all the kingdoms, the Orthodox Church, and most of the secret organizations in the north and south continents are caught in war, but they are tacitly restrained and do not interfere with each other."
"This is inevitable." "World" Gehrman Sparrow sighed, and then added:
"Everyone is waiting for the people at the center of the conflict to decide the winner. Before that, they will have their own inclinations, but they will not bet completely, at least not before the final war of gods breaks out." "
.War of gods?" "Justice" Audrey, "Hermit" Cattleya and others fell silent at the same time, and the same thought flashed through their minds. From the end of the Fourth Epoch to the end of the Fifth Epoch, is the war of gods finally going to happen? This will also mean that the Fifth Epoch is about to come to an end!
After a long silence, "Sun" Derrick broke the silence:
"The six-member council of Silver City has passed the decision and is ready to set out to explore the Giant King's Court." After
"Hanged Man" Alger and "World" Gehrman Sparrow gave Little Sun some advice, today's Tarot Club came to an end.
At the signal of "The Fool" Klein, everyone stood up and saluted. A series of deep red lights rose up, dissolving their bodies and taking them away from the palace above the gray fog.
After "Justice", "Moon", "Hanged Man" and others left, Klein made his trumpet "World" disappear as well.
He looked at Renekton, who was lazily leaning on a high-back chair, and Azik, who was sitting upright like a teacher in the university office in Tingen, and said calmly:
"I have obtained the spiritual coordinates of the place where the 'Hound of Fulgrim' often appears from 'Red Light' El Moria, and I plan to go and take a look later."
"The intimidation of those demigods on the battlefield and the publicity of the horror stories I made by the newspapers made me, the 'Weird Mage', digest the potion very quickly."
In the basement of Saint Samuel Church in the western district of Backlund, in a separate lounge belonging to the captain of the Red Gloves team.
Leonard, who was half leaning on the chair, suddenly opened his eyes. He first subconsciously looked around, and then lowered his voice and said,
"Old man, the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, stayed in Backlund. Well, and the church seems to be planning to use you to attract Amon and other high-ranking beings from your three paths to Backlund."
Pales's old voice echoed in Leonard's mind:
"This is not surprising. I guessed it when you were left in Backlund."
"I have obtained the protection of the 'Night', so naturally I have to pay a certain price for this protection. Alas~"
After a two-second pause, Pales continued,
"It seems that the 'Night' does not intend to let the Loen royal family's plan succeed. It has attracted Amon, who has already obtained the last 'Time Worm' characteristic from me. He will definitely be silent and complete the 'wrong' promotion ceremony."
"Perhaps 'Night' has already had a preference for the position of 'Black Emperor'. No one knows what this Mother of Secrets is thinking or planning, or maybe, 'She' is sure to stop Amon's promotion to the 'Error' ritual."
"'Error'?" Leonard keenly caught this unfamiliar term and asked curiously, "Is this the name of the 'Thief' Pathway Sequence 0? It's a bit strange, what ritual does 'She' need?"
"Not bad, everyone knows Sequence 0."
Pallez praised insincerely, and then said,
"The ritual of 'Error' is simple, but also complicated. It replaces 'She' in someone else's deification ritual." Chapter 677: The Dog of Fulgrim
Leonard originally thought that Pales would skip or perfunctorily answer his question, but he did not expect that the other party would actually tell him the "wrong" apotheosis ritual.
After a brief moment of astonishment, he asked with some doubt:
"Replacing someone else's apotheosis ritual? It's weird and evil just to think about it, and how can it be simple?"
Pales chuckled, and said with some sighs and gloating in his tone:
"There is no need to start a war that sweeps the world, nor to challenge a real god with a non-god body, nor to fool time or fate. You just need to wait for someone who challenges the throne to appear. Isn't this simple?"
"In a sense, this kind of ritual that only requires waiting for a suitable time is the simplest, but sometimes it is also the most difficult, because it is too uncontrollable."
"Look at the little Zaratul of the Secret Society. He spent hundreds of years preparing for his promotion to Sequence One. After he finally succeeded, he was easily sealed by the 'Night'. When he got rid of the influence, he is now used by the 'Night' as a tool to restrict Amon."
"If you don't become a true God of Sequence 0, even if you are a Sequence 1 angel, you can only become a pawn of the gods, helplessly being played and calculated."
When talking about these things, the old man became more talkative. Leonard sighed in his heart and asked in confusion:
"Aren't you always avoiding Amon? How do you know so many things?"
Pales snorted coldly and said in a flat tone:
"With my knowledge and qualifications, as long as I have some key information, it is easy to make associations and inferences."
"Have you forgotten the sequence of 'cryptologist' mentioned by the little guy from the Jacob family so quickly? Restoring the truth of things from clues and foreseeing the development of things are the basic qualities of every high-sequence 'thief'."
After two seconds of silence, Pales suddenly sighed:
"Sometimes, even I have to sigh at the wisdom and courage of 'Night'. When it is not convenient for me to intervene in the real situation, I dare to make so many arrangements and attract so many people to Backlund."
"I wonder how many arrangements and plots this 'Mother of Secrets' has made in secret, and how many secret agreements she has reached with."
"What do you mean? What do you mean it's inconvenient to interfere in real life?" Leonard asked anxiously.
Pales' tone suddenly became quite leisurely,
"You should pray to your goddess or the 'Fool' for answers, instead of asking a helpless old man like me."
After a pause, he continued, "But this may not be a bad thing for your goddess."
Deep in the spirit world, where the gray-white mist was flowing, several figures were quietly outlined.
Klein looked around and then fell on the gray-white mist in front of him. His intuition told him that these mists were the same as those above the gray mist. They were the same thing. I wonder what these mists are?
"You'll know the answer after you're promoted to 'Ancient Scholar'."
Renekton whispered to himself beside Klein. Facing his puzzled look, he laughed softly,
"It's easy for me to guess what's going on in your mind. This is an instinct that comes with being promoted to 'Sage'. With a lot of knowledge and information, you can't help but build models in your mind for the people and things you know, and deduce all kinds of possible developments."
"You can understand that after being promoted to 'Sage', the Beyonders of this path become a humanoid, high-precision, high-intensity computer, calculating and deducing all kinds of information and knowledge all the time."
Klein nodded and didn't continue the topic. He moved his body forward a distance, closer to the quietly flowing gray-white mist, and took out an iron-black square metal box from his coat pocket. After removing the spiritual wall on it, he opened it.
Some secretive and weird auras emanated.
Soon, the gray fog ahead began to move. A canine creature covered in short black hair, with dark red flames burning in its eye sockets and its mouth extending to the back of its head, emerged from the fog.
Its body gave people an unreal and ethereal feeling, but it seemed to be something that actually existed, which was extremely inconsistent.
Azik looked at the creature emerging from the gray fog and said in a very calm tone:
"It is the Fulgrim's Dog. Even in the era of the Fourth Epoch when the gods walked the earth, they rarely appeared in the human field of vision. Even if they did appear, few Beyonders could successfully capture them, except for some special sequences." Under the gaze of Renekton and the others, the Fulgrim dog approached without any vigilance.
It circled around Klein for a few times, sniffed him, looked at the fluffy heart of the Mist Wolf in the open metal box, and then turned and left.
Left? I haven't made a trade request yet. Klein looked at the figure of the Fulgrim dog disappearing in the gray fog with doubts, his head full of question marks.
He turned his head to look at Renekton behind him, as if to say, "That's not what you said before!"
About half a minute later, the quietly flowing gray fog changed again, and two Fulgrim dogs ran out of the gray fog, each of them missing an eye burning with dark red flames.
I didn't say anything, but you understood my needs. Isn't that too considerate? It would be great if all the creatures on this path were so sensible.
With a sigh in his heart, Klein took the eyes handed over by the two Mist Demon Wolves, and then handed out the Mist Demon Wolf's Flocculated Heart in the iron box, saying,
"This is the reward, but there is only one. You can freely distribute it and decide who will become the 'Ancient Scholar' of Sequence Three."
The two one-eyed Fulgrim dogs looked at each other, their eyes burning with dark red flames showing human excitement. They circled around Klein twice, nudged his clothes with their heads, and even licked his hand.
Apart from the appearance, it really looks like the puppy I once raised. With a sigh in his heart, Klein handed the Flocculated Heart of the Mist Demon Wolf to one of the Fulgrim dogs and waved to them, indicating that they could leave.
The two Fulgrim dogs, each missing an eye, rushed back into the gray fog quickly with the Flocculated Heart of the Mist Demon Wolf.
After their figures completely disappeared, Klein said hesitantly:
"Will they fight for the fluffy heart of the Mist Wolf, or conflict with other Fulgrim dogs?"
Renekton thought and said:
"Normally, they will, but they are contaminated with your scent, and the other Fulgrim dogs will most likely acquiesce to this matter."
Klein nodded, no longer questioning, and put the pair of eyes contributed by the Fulgrim dogs into the iron box and sighed with ease:
"My 'Weird Mage' potion is only one point away from being promoted to Sequence Three."
Renekton smiled and said:
"You can find someone who is very familiar with Amon and has a bad relationship with him, and wear a monocle in front of him or Him. Of course, don't really wear it, otherwise you will really become Amon."
I feel that you are implying Pales Zoroast. How dare you tease the grandfather in Leonard like this? My secret doll will definitely be gone. Klein rolled his eyes in his heart. If Mr. Azik hadn't been beside him, he would have complained loudly.
Backlund, after getting the eye of the Hound of Fulgrim, Klein returned to the metropolis again. He did not return to his residence immediately, but first came to where Leonard lived.
Looking up at the gray sky, he exhaled a long breath and whispered to the air beside him:
"Give me some secrets, and if Pales really gets angry, help me stop Him."
"Hehe, I thought you would refuse unwaveringly. Poor old grandfather, always being remembered and persecuted."
Renekton's voice echoed around. He did not come to Backlund in person, but separated part of his own information through secret techniques to form a temporary clone, which attached to Klein and provided the necessary protection according to his request.
This was a temporary request made by Klein after he knew that Pales had obtained a copy of the "Fate Trojan Horse" and his status had stabilized at Sequence 2. Chapter 678 Intimidation
Klein sighed helplessly and said,
"If I wasn't so eager to digest the magic potion of the 'Strange Mage', I would definitely choose some ordinary people, low-sequence extraordinary people, or demigods active on the battlefield to intimidate, rather than a genuine angel."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pale face was reflected in the glass window beside him, his 'Wronged Soul' secret doll!
The figure of the "Wronged Soul" secret doll disappeared in the glass mirror, and appeared silently in the living room of the house rented by Leonard.
His pale and transparent skin quickly solidified, and he had a substantial flesh and blood body. The granulation on the epidermis kept wriggling, turning the appearance of the secret doll into a young man with black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face. He was also playing with a crystal monocle in his hand.
In the corner of the living room, a transparent ghost quietly floated in the air, with no awareness or perception of the addition of a person in the room.
Run away after being scared, and don't stay. Based on Pales's understanding of these three ways, by the time "He" reacts, my true form will definitely be exposed. It will not only be embarrassing, but also very dangerous.
As thoughts floated through his mind, the door to the living room could be heard inserting a key and turning the handle.
Klein took a deep breath, relying on the ability of the "Faceless Man" to control his expression and heartbeat, pulling the corners of his mouth, revealing a playful smile, and staring at the direction of the door.
With a creaking sound, the door of the house was opened from the outside. Leonard, who had black hair and green eyes, wore a relatively thin black long windbreaker, and a pair of red gloves on his hands, stepped into the living room.
His movements suddenly froze, and a chill rose from his feet and went straight to the back of his head, making his scalp numb.
In his eye sockets, face, mouth, nostrils, and other places, translucent worms were prominent, drilling up and down chaotically.
"Hey, we meet again."
Klein tried his best to imitate the tone and demeanor of Amon, who had temporarily passed by Renekton, and put the crystal monocle in his hand on his right eye, but he didn't really put it on.
His spiritual intuition began to warn him when he made this move, as if once he put on the monocle, something terrible would happen.
With this level of danger warning, Amon's clone has come to Backlund and even has set his sights on Paris? Fortunately, I didn't choose to scare the old man alone.
At this moment when all kinds of thoughts were floating around, Klein clearly felt the movement of something illusory breaking in his body. One illusory star after another floated in his eyes, and his "Strange Mage" potion was completely digested at this moment!
"You are not Amon." Paris's voice echoed around, with anger that was difficult to suppress and restrain.
"Does any 'trickster' dare to scare me now? Even Zaratul and the little guy from the Antigonus family didn't have the guts."
As Pales' voice sounded, the extraordinary abilities, characteristics, vision, hearing, touch, and even spiritual intuition of Klein's secret puppet disappeared in just a few words, until he turned into a pile of minced meat and bones, and all these changes stopped.
A huge spirit surged out of Leonard's body, quickly sweeping and "scanning" the surroundings.
It lasted less than a second, and Pales restrained his own breath, complaining unhappily in Leonard's mind:
"Humph! Your former colleague is getting bolder and bolder."
".Klein? Was he pretending to be Amon just now? What does he want to do?" Leonard was a little bit unable to react for a while.
"What do you want to do? Of course, it's to digest the magic potion of the 'trickster' in his body. He knows that I am parasitic on you, and he is the only 'trickster' who needs to play."
Pales snorted in response.
After a moment, Pales calmed down and said without anger in his voice:
"He is so eager to digest the potion, he must want to do something later. My doubts are finally solved."
"What doubts?" Leonard asked curiously.
Pales replied in a low voice:
"'Night' wants to use me to attract Amon to Backlund and use him to contain Zaratul. Then who attracted Zaratul and me?" Leonard was somewhat bewildered, and subconsciously asked, "Isn't it because I'm here?"
"You were left in Backlund because I parasitize on you, not because of you. The aggregation of extraordinary characteristics will affect fate to a certain extent, making the encounter ingenious, normal, and logical." Pales explained unhappily.
Leonard nodded as if he understood, "Then what attracted you to Backlund?"
"You should be familiar with Him. You met Him today. The 'Fool' who summoned many of you to the party. The relationship between Him and 'Night' is enough for the 'Mother of Secrets' to make many arrangements."
"Oh, I don't know what conspiracy they are planning. I, a frail old man, have to be taken out and used repeatedly by them. Life is really difficult!"
Pales sighed and fell silent. No matter how Leonard asked, he stopped talking.
In the West District, in the square in front of St. Samuel's Church, Klein sighed and let out a long breath. He could feel that Pales was really angry at that moment and wanted to kill him.
Fortunately, the old man quickly regained his sanity, otherwise today would not have ended well. I have to try to avoid Leonard in the future. Although Pales will not really do anything to me for the sake of the goddess and the "Fool", teasing, deception, and pranks are inevitable, and perhaps some of my life, characteristics, and destiny will be stolen. After
sighing in his heart for a while, Klein turned his head to look at Renekton and said,
"The feedback from Pales is very strong. The magic potion of the 'Trickster' in my body has been completely digested."
"Congratulations, there is one more angel who will often think of you in the future."
He responded with a smile, and the information attached to Klein gathered into a "light" that was difficult to observe with the naked eye. It surged out of his body, flowed into the distance, and quickly disappeared from Klein's sight.
"I have to give the old man some benefits through Leonard in the future. I can't always be remembered by an angel."
Klein muttered to himself and turned to the Church of St. Samuel behind him.
After Klein left, a crow with a white eye circle on its right eye flapped its wings and flew away from the roof opposite the church.
Behind the crow, a "light" composed of pure and complex information emerged out of thin air and followed it into the gray sky.
By the Tussock River, a crow with a circle of white eye shadow landed on a gas lamppost and uttered the voice of Amon:
"Since you found me, why didn't you tell the 'weird wizard'?"
"Or, have you changed your mind and plan to support me to become the new 'Lord of Mysteries'?"
The "light" interwoven by pure information stood out beside the crow, converging into a transparent figure, and replied calmly:
"You have too many clones, and I can't come to Backlund in person. No matter what you want to do, it's difficult for me to stop you, so why waste your energy?"
"Your father, who you don't know whether he is really asleep or pretending to sleep, needs him to go to the Giant King's Court and take out the first blasphemous slate left there, so he will be safe for a long time in the future."
The crow with white eye circles shook his head humanely and uttered the voice of Amon:
"When I steal the 'Source Castle' from him, I can also enter the Giant King's Court and take back the first blasphemous slate."
"You are not a 'mistake' yet, you are not capable of this level of 'stealing'."
Renekton's voice echoed around, but the transparent figure formed by pure information had already disappeared.
Amon stared at the place where Renekton's figure disappeared, and said in a calm and firm tone:
"It's just a 'mistake', I will soon be one." Chapter 679: All-out Offensive
The Forsaken Land, located at the top of the round tower in the center of Silver City, is in the room of Chief Colin Iliad.
Derrick sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly listening to Colin Iliad's words:
"The extraordinary materials stored in Silver City are enough to support the promotion of two 'Silver Knights'. The current idea reached by the six-member council is that Elder Waite Hillmon and I will be promoted. At that time, I will lead the team to explore the Giant King's Court, while Elder Waite will be responsible for staying in Silver City." "
But the promotion ceremony of the 'Silver Knight' requires the blessing of a god. Silver City has not received a response from the Lord for thousands of years."
Chief wants me to seek help from Mr. Fool and get Mr. Fool's blessing?
Under the influence of the Hanged Man and others, Derrick subconsciously let his thoughts wander in his mind before answering:
"I understand. I will pray to Mr. Fool and convey this matter to Him."
"Now." Colin Iliad said in a calm tone, without any doubt.
Derrick was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses and nodded gently, saying, "Okay, Your Excellency Chief."
"During the thousands of years of exploration in the darkness, Silver City has also collected a lot of holy objects. I have just told you some of the information, and you can pass it on to the 'Fool'."
The Chief meant to sacrifice the holy objects to please Mr. "Fool" and seek His blessing. Derrick thought about it in his mind for a while, then nodded and responded,
"Okay."
He then straightened his body, clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth and nose, and whispered the honorific name of "The Fool" in the giant language:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray fog, you are the yellow and black king who is in charge of good luck."
"I pray to you"
Above the gray fog, in the magnificent and ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence.
Klein, who had just completed his promotion and became a Sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar", was about to explore the closed door deep in the palace. The endless gray fog around him suddenly surged, and the crimson star belonging to the "Sun" expanded and contracted again and again, creating circles of crimson ripples in the palace.
"Little Sun? This timing is quite coincidental."
Klein whispered to himself, and then spread his spirituality and touched the crimson star that was constantly expanding and contracting. The
crimson light burst out instantly, and quickly gathered, condensing the image and sound of "Sun" Derrick sitting cross-legged on the ground praying.
A moment later, Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the "Fool", frowning and thinking about the request made by the little sun.
The chief of the Silver City wants to obtain the blessing of Mr. "Fool" and complete the ritual of the "Silver Knight"? .This request came much later than I expected. I thought that the City of Silver would be eager to ask for my help after getting the potion formula from the White Tower. I even thought of a reason to refuse.
I am now an "Ancient Scholar" and can leverage the power of the "Source Castle" to a greater extent. With the addition of the Fool card, I may be able to apply the blessing of the angel level.
In ancient times, angels were also called subordinate gods. The so-called blessing of the gods actually refers to the blessing given by beings above the angel level. This has been confirmed with Al.
Converging his divergent thoughts, Klein leaned back on the back of his chair and said leisurely:
"Okay, the 'Silver Knights' will have a small difference due to the different blessing gods. Which field do you need to change?"
In the City of Silver, at the top of the round tower, Derrick heard the voice of Mr. Fool echoing in his ears. He was stunned for a moment before reacting.
He looked at the chief with some surprise and relayed Mr. Fool's words to the chief Colin Iliad who was waiting on the side.
"Sure enough, the 'gods' mentioned in the potion formula generally refer to beings that have reached the level of angels."
Colin Iliad whispered to himself, then looked at Derrick and said,
"Ask about which fields you can choose to bless."
Derrick nodded and quickly relayed the chief's words to Mr. Fool.
Above the gray fog, Klein had already seen this scene through the prayer image of the little sun. He chuckled and said leisurely,
"The blessings I give tend to be changeable and secretive. In addition, you can choose blessings in the fields of death, fate, curse, knowledge, etc. The rewards they each need are up to you to negotiate." The
blessing in the field of fate can be either Will Auceptin or Pales Zoroast. One of them can be bribed with ice cream, and the other is just right to apologize to the old man and introduce him to a business with good returns.
The chief of the City of Silver did not think for too long. He decisively chose the blessing of the Fool.
Klein responded to Derrick, gave them a specific time, and then took the initiative to cut off contact.
Looking at the gray mist that had subsided, Klein smiled and shook his head, saying,
"I gave so many choices, but the chief of Silver City still chose me, the weakest one. Fortunately, he doesn't know the truth, otherwise he would regret it and pound the table, right?" At the top of the round tower, in the chief's room, Derrick had already left. Colin Iliad stood by the window alone, looking down at the city below, and exhaled a long breath.
"The Fool has at least four angels under his seat, perhaps more, but their domains just happen to overlap."
"When was the opportunity mentioned by the White Tower who entered the God-forsaken Land before?"
Above the Orleston Port on the northern coast of the Pars River Valley, neatly arranged airships broke through the storm on the violent sea and approached the port.
These airships were tied to each other by illusory chains stained with rust and blood, forming a whole. Even the violent wind and waves could hardly shake them.
On the turbulent sea, hundreds of meters of steel monsters broke through the wind and waves and emerged. Like the airships in the sky, these steel fleets were also tied to each other by illusory chains stained with rust and blood.
Cannons, machine guns, launch ports, and exaggerated rocket turrets were all aimed at the Port of Orleston, and countless ammunition, artillery, and bombs were poured out.
The same situation occurred in multiple port cities in the Misty Sea and the Raging Sea, as well as offshore cities.
After being intercepted at sea and dragged for a long time, Intis's patience was finally exhausted, and he launched a fierce attack on various ports and coastal cities in the southern continent!
Waves of "light" formed by the convergence of complex information surged out of the void, surging like a torrent in an illusory posture, creating a layer of light gold barrier above the Port of Orleston, directly covering the entire port.
On the "Dawn" anchored at the dock, Roselle sat in the captain's room, with golden light bursting from him, looking extremely solemn and sacred.
He looked across the cabin and the deck at the magnificent barrier covering the port, stretched out his left hand, and chanted a word in ancient Hermetic language:
"Close!"
He used the first-level order of the sequence to close the port of Orleston in the sense of mysticism and reality, cutting off the interaction with the surroundings, and in another sense, strengthening the barrier effect created by Renekton.
At the same time, golden rays of light overflowed from the airship in the front, interweaving in the air, becoming more and more pure, and finally evolving into a seal-like projection.
At the same time, a majestic and deep voice echoed around:
"Notarization: Invalid!"
As the voice fell, the sealing effect created by Roselle disappeared directly, and the barrier created by Renekton was also greatly weakened.
Under the tilt of countless artillery fire, this layer of barrier lasted less than ten seconds before being completely destroyed.
On the "Dawn", Roselle said the second order with a dignified and solemn face:
"The reality here is weakened, and the mystery is strengthened."
The tilted artillery fire and bullets instantly lost most of their lethality, but the various mystical effects attached to them were greatly amplified.
The next second, they all became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of bubbles.
Under the light, these bubbles reflected dreamy colors, scattered and flew away in a flash.
Golden rays of light once again overflowed from the airship in the front, but before it took shape, it was deprived of its extraordinary effect by Roselle's decree.
In the air, countless bubbles reflecting dreamy colors flew, constantly shattered, and new artillery fire and bullets were constantly transformed into bubbles.
Silently, countless black lines emerged from the gaps in the flying bubbles, and eyes grew from them, flashing pure light, extremely cold, and extremely sacred eyes.
As Renekton revealed the form of a mythical creature, the atmosphere of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster quickly spread, covering the entire port and the surrounding sea.
In each eye, a deep blue and purple brilliance flashed, condensing one complex and illusory symbol after another, and a large amount of complex and useless knowledge was vented, pouring into the heads of everyone who looked at Renekton on the steel fleet and the airship.
Under the influence of angel-level "telepathic communication" and "distortion", all the damage was transferred to the extraordinary people who had the ability to protect themselves on each airship and steel fleet.
Their heads exploded instantly, red, white, all spilled out, and then quickly twisted into shredded paper and wood chips in mid-air. Their bodies became substitute puppets or paper figures, scattered on ships and airships.
At the moment when Renekton revealed the form of a mythical creature, a gaze was cast from the astral realm.
One after another, projection-like scrolls that seemed very thin but gave people an extremely heavy feeling emerged out of thin air around them.
This is a civilization scroll that carries civilization and records the enlightenment and development of human society at different classes. It is a complete civilization scroll! Chapter 680 Trap
The picture scroll of civilization that emerged out of thin air directly transformed Renekton into countless complex and pure knowledge, information, and text, and printed it into it.
In the vast and illusory star world, countless illusory information torrents intertwined together, forming a "light" full of chaos and distortion.
The battle between the "God of Steam and Machinery" and the "Hidden Sage" at the information level caused the information of the entire world to become chaotic.
There were errors and omissions in the knowledge recorded in the books, and the meaning of the words was confused.
People's perception of the world became distorted. The colors seen by the eyes, the sounds heard by the ears, and the smells smelled by the nose have obviously not changed, but they can never establish correct cognition.
In the office of Backlund's "Loen Charity Student Aid Fund", Audrey looked at the golden retriever beside her blankly and said,
"Susie, when did you dye your hair green?"
"Green? But I'm obviously yellow, no, red, no, white, yes, I'm white."
The golden retriever Susie also showed a blank look. For a moment, she couldn't imagine what the various colors looked like in her mind. No, she was even a little confused about what a dog was. Forth, who
was staying on an island somewhere in the Sonia Sea, trying to digest and play the role of a "traveler", sat at the desk, buried her head and wrote furiously. Her inspiration was constantly gushing out at this moment, and one by one, the wonderful ideas that she could never think of at ordinary times were taking shape in her pen.
In the Sonia Sea, on the "Future", Cattleya was constantly flipping through a book. As she flipped back, the words on the page kept decreasing.
In the lower cabin of the "Future", Frank was surprised to find that his experiment had become extremely smooth. The various characteristics that were originally difficult to graft were now easily combined by him.
"I am such a genius!" Frank subconsciously praised himself, and then realized that something was wrong. He scratched his head in confusion and whispered to himself:
"Why should I scold myself? It doesn't seem right."
Kukwa City in the Northern State was originally a colony of Loon, but now it has been unified with the Northern State.
Emlyn stayed here after coming to the southern continent with the "Blood Clan". His current daily routine is to refine various potions with good therapeutic effects, but at this moment he was at a loss. He found that he could not distinguish the medicinal materials that he was extremely familiar with.
This situation happened all over the world at the same time. Knowledge became confused, causing the battlefields of all parties to fall into a strange stagnation.
On the coastline of the Northern State adjacent to the Misty Sea, a young man wearing a white priest robe embroidered with gold thread walked out of the steel fleet anchored in the Misty Sea.
Silently, a huge sense of oppression descended upon Him from a great distance. Bright, blazing, pure sunlight broke through the clouds, dispelling the fog that permeated the misty sea all year round. Two scorching suns, one large and one small, hung in the sky, emitting scorching, dazzling light.
"Ah~"
With a deep and heavy sigh, Sasriel walked out of the dark world of his soul. A layer of shadow curtain fell from the sky, blending into the shadows and darkness on the ground, weakening the blazing sunlight a lot.
In the sky, two suns continued to radiate blazing light, and the pure light like a tide was agitated, interweaving into a golden "ocean"!
On the ground, a dark, sticky, and decadent "ocean" was formed with Sasriel as the center, forming a sharp contrast with the golden "ocean" wandering in the sky. They intertwined with each other, trying to assimilate, pollute, and purify each other.
The restraint of the power of the sun domain on the fields of evil and corruption made Sasriel's resistance gradually become strenuous. The pure golden brilliance gradually gained the upper hand, trying to purify everything under the sun.
Boom! Boom!
The wind and waves of the violent sea suddenly became fierce, countless silver-white electric snakes moved wantonly, and the heavy clouds kept pressing down.
Between the wind, waves, and thunder, a majestic middle-aged man wearing black armor, stepping on the waves, surrounded by storms, with lightning on his back and holding a trident, loomed in it.
The "Lord of the Storm" abandoned the battlefield in Loen and chose to attack the "True Creator" forces on the southern continent.
In order not to alarm the "True Creator" sleeping in the southern continent, He did not directly transmit His power to the southern continent, but took advantage of the extreme weather of the violent sea and the breath left by the god of death to cover up His breath and make His attack unexpected.
Silver-white electric snakes leaped out, carrying a violent and destructive aura so strong that it seemed to be real, and they slashed down densely, falling on the Intis army that was staying on the violent sea.
Under the thunder forest's blanket attack, the Intis fleet was attacked before it could react and was destroyed to a great extent.
This scene was beyond the expectations of all the beings who were paying attention to this battlefield. It seemed that no one expected that the "Storm Lord" who was supporting Intis would suddenly turn around and attack his teammates.
On the "Dawn", Roselle was ready to let this mechanical puppet die heroically, intending to use the characteristics of the "Hand of Order" to the greatest extent to save the people in this port. He stopped and looked at the sky outside through the glass window of the captain's room in disbelief. His expression kept changing and finally turned into a bitter smile:
"As expected of the most senior 'audience', He has deceived everyone and all the gods again."
"I don't know if that guy guessed this scene. He could let himself be restricted by 'steam' so easily. He should have expected it a long time ago. Hehe. This pair of superficial allies are testing each other."
After muttering to himself, Roselle was no longer worried about the safety of the southern continent. He sat in his captain's chair with peace of mind and whispered with an expression of watching the fun:
"Now it's 'Storm' who should be anxious. I don't know if this reckless man who came directly from God can return to his kingdom of God intact."
As if to confirm Roselle's words, a deep and dark sea was reflected in the sky of the violent sea.
Every drop of water there was like a light and shadow, as if representing a bit of consciousness and a brand. This was the collective subconscious sea of all living beings on this planet!
In the sea of collective subconsciousness, a thick shadow curtain emerged, easily covering the entire sky, and a scarlet flower bloomed from it.
Since the Fifth Epoch, the "True Creator" has revealed himself for the first time in a place outside the God-Forsaken Land, wantonly venting the power and breath of the fields of shadow, darkness, corruption, filth, and mind.
The moment he was enveloped by the shadow curtain, the "Storm Lord" directly transformed his own electricity into light speed, becoming a silver-white electric light close to the speed limit, trying to break through the blockade of the shadow.
As He moved, a light that was opposite to it, covered with a layer of black and with some evil and corrupt meanings, separated from it and entangled with the silver-white electric light transformed by the "Storm Lord".
Almost at the same time, a brass-colored glimmer continued to emerge on the shadow curtain covering the sky, swam quickly, and outlined one mysterious symbol after another, forming a pair of illusory eyes that could directly see the weak points and create the weak points.
A spear that was pure to the extreme, blazing white to the extreme, and seemed to be made of pure sunlight, was cast from an illusory country in the astral world, filled with bright sunlight.
It instantly crossed a long distance, appeared on the shadow curtain, sank into the weak spot created by the brass-colored illusory eyes, and expanded into a miniature sun that was extremely blazing white and extremely hot, tearing a huge gap in the shadow curtain.
The silver-white electric light, which was close to the speed limit, broke through the restraints of the scarlet light, rushed out of the shadow curtain, and returned to the Storm Abyss in the astral world in almost the blink of an eye.
With the departure of the Lord of Storms, the shadow curtain covering the sky above the violent sea also disappeared.
Under the sky without a single dark cloud and a wisp of sea breeze, a male figure wearing a black clergy robe and a silver cross hanging on his chest stood out in the air.
His hair was not long, mostly black, but the roots were light yellow and golden, and his eyes were pure black, flowing with decadence and madness that was almost condensed into substance, with fair skin and deep contours.
He always had a warm smile on his lips, holding a ball of electric light that was constantly jumping and covered with a layer of pitch-black electricity in his hand.
This was the part that he tore from the "Lord of the Storm" using his decadence and the power of his mind!
In the heavy and vast scroll that carried thousands and tens of thousands of years of civilization, countless torrents flowed out, quickly converging, and reorganized Renekton's body.
Almost at the same time, in the clear sky, an illusory book emerged out of thin air, turning the remaining Intis fleet into pure knowledge, information, and text, printing it into it, and disappearing before everyone's eyes.
This attack launched by the coalition forces of Intis and the Church of the Storm of Loen ended quickly in a way that was beyond everyone's expectations!
The "God of Steam and Machinery" and the "Hidden Sage" who were fighting in the astral world have also evacuated. The information that was confused by their battle has returned to normal.
People's perception of the world has become clear again, and the memory and cognition of various information in their minds have become normal.
In the office of Backlund's "Loen Charity Student Aid Fund", Susie, a golden retriever who has been struggling with the color of her hair, shook her head hesitantly and looked at Audrey beside her and said:
"Audrey, I seem to have become stupid just now. Well, not stupid. My IQ is still normal, but the knowledge in my head has become confused."
Audrey nodded and said in a heavier tone:
"Well, I also feel that this situation is not only us. Perhaps, some special magical items used by Feysac have dealt a mystical blow to Backlund."