Chapter 748: Performance
Mystery: Walking out of the wilderness of knowledge. I can't think of a pen name
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The knock on the door outside the hall brought "Zaratul" back to his senses. He temporarily suppressed his doubts and let the door of the palace hall open spontaneously.
Outside the door, members of the secret society, wearing black hooded robes that covered most of their heads, walked in. They lowered their heads without saying a word and sat down in the seats on both sides of the hall in an orderly manner.
After a while, the middle and high-level members of the secret society in Intis took their seats and waited silently for their leader to speak.
....Today is the semi-annual gathering of the Secret Society....A thought flashed through Zarathu's mind. He believed this reason instinctively without any suspicion. He looked at the people sitting on both sides of the hall and said casually:
"You guys start."
It seemed that everyone was very afraid of Him. The hall was quiet for a long time before someone started talking:
"The officials of Southern Intis seem to be interested in contacting us. They have found some clues and are trying to test us in a roundabout way."
"As long as we don't get involved in the fight between churches, it won't be too dangerous for us."
....
The meeting of the Secret Society ended quickly. Only Zarathu was left sitting in the hall. He lowered his head and kept whispering:
"I seem to have forgotten something very important?"
"Did my secret doll, characteristics and part of my memory really get 'stolen' by the other party during the tug of war with the 'Fool'?"
While talking to himself, He quickly fell asleep in the form of meditation and began to try dream divination.
As he closed his eyes, the light around him dimmed unconsciously, and the surroundings became extremely quiet, as silent as death.
A strange and cold illusory mask with blank facial features appeared out of thin air and was spontaneously put on His face.
And "Zaratul" was unaware of all this. Both the spiritual intuition of the "Fortune Teller" and his own sense of the outside world were ineffective.
"Go to your dream. I will let this dream cover enough people, let them become your witnesses, and promote the progress of the ceremony."
A gentle, calm, and ethereal voice echoed in the darkness.
Klein, wearing a classic black robe and shrouded in a thin layer of gray mist, appeared in the hall.
He looked at the figure sleeping on the top seat and chuckled:
"Your characteristics belong to Zaratu, your memory belongs to Zaratu, your spirit belongs to Zaratu, and your destiny also belongs to Zaratu. Everyone thinks you are Zaratu, so you are Zaratu."
"The reappearance of the dead Zaratu has fooled history and time to a certain extent, right?"
"It's not enough, unless you have the authority of 'error' and can 'cheat' the rules and time."
The voice of the "Goddess of Night" echoed in the darkness, lingering in Klein's ears.
Klein nodded and said in a calm tone:
"I understand. The next step is to complete a grand performance in the dream, so that Zaratul can successfully transform me into a secret puppet and ascend to the 'Source Castle'."
"And all this will end the second He successfully controls the 'Source Castle'. I will regain the characteristics of the 'Secret Servant', and at the same time control the uniqueness and absorb the last characteristics of Antigonus."
Under the thin mist, Klein's body turned into a crudely cut paper man. The consciousness grafted onto the paper man fell into a deep sleep and entered the dream woven by the "Goddess of Night" for him and "Zaratul".
.....
In the God-forsaken Land, the starlight in the sky has dissipated. After a thousand years of darkness, the sun finally shines on this land again.
The people who survived under the protection of the "True Creator" looked up at the sky in confusion, astonishment, and disbelief, fearing that all this was just an unrealistic dream. After an unknown amount of time, the priest walked down the graystone platform, walked into the crowd, and read the oracle of the "True Creator" in a low or high voice.
Noticing the scene on the ground below, Roselle smiled and sighed:
"So you still have so many believers here. I thought you did nothing but go crazy in the Forsaken Land of God."
"It was like this most of the time. It was not until the divine me returned that my state was truly reversed."
"The True Creator" didn't care about Roselle's tone at all and answered with a smile.
After a two-second pause, He suddenly looked at Renekton and said, "The ritual of the 'Fool' to accommodate the uniqueness should have begun, right?"
Roselle narrowed his eyes slightly, and the atmosphere around him suddenly solidified.
Ignoring Roselle's solemn expression and Renekton's indifferent expression, the "True Creator" continued:
"Amon is still in control of the "Gate", and this will be their most peaceful period."
"I have a feeling that you already know what my trump card is. "Knowledge" is better than "omniscience" in some aspects."
"You are the biggest obstacle with half a step of the status and strength of the Old Ones. I can't stop you and Herabergen, Osekus and the others at the same time."
Before the "True Creator" continued, Roselle interrupted with a solemn expression:
"So you think you can stop both of us at the same time? Aren't you worried that your believers who have just escaped from darkness will fall into another predicament?"
"The True Creator" smiled Shaking his head: "There will be no battle between us. This is a cooperation. The ally He needs does not have to be the 'Lord of Mysteries', but can also be 'God'."
Roselle's eyes swept back and forth between Renekton and the "True Creator" and asked in a deep voice:
"Did you make a new deal behind my back?"
Rekton shook his head and explained:
"No, this is a consensus from the beginning. We have never concealed it. It's just that the gods don't have enough information and have never seen it."
"They put all their attention on Amon and his fight for the position of 'Lord of Mysteries', ignoring that what is needed to open the seal is the Old Days, not 'God' and 'Lord of Mysteries'."
"What's the difference?" Roselle raised his eyebrows and asked.
Renekton shook his head, without explaining in detail, and only said:
"You will know in a while, don't worry, this is not a bad thing, on the contrary, this matter is beneficial to everyone to some extent."
Roselle nodded suspiciously, as if he suddenly thought of something, he cast his eyes to the magnificent barrier formed by the gray-white fog in the east, and asked uncertainly:
"You want to work together to open the seal? Is this feasible?"
.....
In the huge dream covering the entire South Intis and nearby areas such as Renburg Segar, crows with black feathers landed on the dark spire church, making strange rhythmic calls.
In the church hall below, young and old figures turned around in sync, staring at the figure who suddenly passed through the gate and entered the church hall, and said in unison:
"I caught you..."
Klein, who maintained the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow, was stunned for a moment and turned around without stopping.
Bang!
The door of the church closed quickly, and the surroundings suddenly became dark. This church fell into secrecy and was completely isolated from the outside world. Even information could not be exchanged.
In the deepest part of the church hall, "Zaratul" sitting on a stone bench lowered his head and chanted aloud:
"I make a wish: divinity is invalid here!"
Suddenly, all extraordinary abilities above demigod lost their effects, including the ability of "miracle master" to realize wishes.
Without giving Klein a chance to react, "Zaratul" immediately controlled his secret doll to besiege Klein.
Various extraordinary abilities followed one after another, and Klein's figure turned into ashes in the fire, and then jumped out in another direction.
Before landing, a silver-white electric light fell from the air, and Klein's figure turned into charred crumbs again.
"Zaratul" controlled the secret doll to continuously create attacks, consuming the paper man Klein carried on his body, and at the same time distractedly manipulated his spiritual line love you, trying to transform it into his own secret doll.
Boom!
A red-white flame suddenly exploded around "Zaratul". Klein jumped out of the flame and kicked "Zaratul" with a whip kick. It was just an illusion.
After rolling on the ground and finally stabilizing his body, Klein suddenly froze in place. A pale figure was reflected in both of his eyes.
"Possession by a "ghost" puppet!
At the same time, Klein felt that his body and mind were becoming more and more slow, and his body became uncontrollable.
"You have too many characteristics, fate, time and abilities stolen by Amon, and you didn't seize the opportunity to return to "Source Castle" in the first place. In this state, it is difficult for you to compete with me."
"Of course, we still have to solve the problem quickly. Amon will catch up soon."
"Zaratul" narrated to Klein in a very calm tone, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was stalling time and hitting Klein's beliefs.
With a creaking sound, the door of the steeple church was pushed open from the outside.
In the dim light, a figure wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face appeared at the door of the church.
He wore a monocle on his left eye and looked at "Zaratul" with a smile:
"Sorry, I put it on the wrong way just now."
While speaking, he took off the monocle on his left eye, symbolically moved it to his right eye, and then restrained his movements.
In front of him, the figures of "Zaratul" and Klein had disappeared, leaving only the secret puppet abandoned by "Zaratul", or the corpse.
"Heh... it's really fun to scare people with Amon's identity. I don't even need to show off my extraordinary abilities in the 'wrong' field. I can just run away."
Muttering to himself, Amon's figure outside the church gate quickly changed into an old man wearing a coarse robe, with gray beard and hair. He was Pales Zoroast parasitizing in Leonard's body!
Chapter 749: Fool
Mystery: Walking out of the wilderness of knowledge. I can't think of a pen name
In the bedroom on the second floor of the single-family house rented by Leonard in the West District of Backlund, Leonard suddenly woke up from his sleep and sat up abruptly from the bed.
After a while, he calmed down his breathing and said hesitantly: "Old man, are you asleep?"
Pallez's old voice echoed directly in his ears:
"Sleep is no longer a must for an angel."
Hearing Pales' voice, Leonard was relieved for no reason and asked:
"I just had a strange dream. I seemed to dream of Amon, Zaratul, and Klein. Will he be in trouble?"
"It was just a dream." Pales replied perfunctorily.
Leonard was very dissatisfied with Pales' answer. He curled his lips and said:
"I am already a 'night watchman'. I don't dream casually. This must be some kind of revelation."
After a pause, he continued: "I pray to Mr. 'Fool'. I am a little worried about Klein."
As he said that, Leonard turned over and got out of bed, reaching for the coat on the coat rack beside him.
Pales interrupted his action:
"The 'Fool' should not be available to respond to your prayers now. Don't disturb Him. Just wait patiently. I don't want to be involved in their fight."
Leonard paused, sat back on the bed, and asked with some confusion and eagerness:
"What do you mean? Old man, what do you know?"
After a moment of silence, Pales' voice echoed in Leonard's ears again:
"Your dream is what really happened in a dream just now, a huge dream created by the 'night'. I cooperated with the 'Fool' to deceive and fool 'Zarathu'. Because I am still parasitic on you, you can dream part of what I saw."
"'Zarathu'? Isn't He dead?" Leonard became more and more confused as he listened.
Pales explained calmly:
"The Sequence 2 of that path is called 'Miracle Master', and resurrection from the dead is the real miracle!"
"That 'Fool' wants to fool not only 'Zaratul', but also history and fate..."
...
In the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein and "Zaratul" appeared here at the same time.
Transparent spirit insects outlined a transparent figure in the position of the "Fool", responding to the prayers of the "Fool" and "Sea God" believers on behalf of Klein's body.
The moment Klein and "Zaratul" appeared here, the transparent figure collapsed and turned into transparent spirit insects, moving closer to Klein, but suddenly turned in mid-air and sank into "Zaratul"'s body under the traction of the aggregation effect.
"'Source Castle'..."
"Zaratul" was uncontrollably excited, and the gray fog around him was trembling and surging.
Without any hesitation, He turned sideways to look at Klein, who had become his secret puppet, and used the ability of "tampering" to steal Klein's identity.
This process was extremely smooth. He easily established a connection with "Source Castle" and controlled it, becoming the master of "Source Castle", as if He was the "master" here.
"Zaratul" had a puzzled look on his face. Everything went so smoothly that He suspected that he was still immersed in a beautiful dream.
But the intuition of the "Fortress" and the fluctuating power and aura of "Source Castle" told Him that all this would be reality.
"Congratulations, you have become the new master of "Source Castle." Klein's voice suddenly echoed in "Zaratul's" ears.
"Zaratul" looked back in astonishment and saw that Klein, who had been made into a secret puppet by himself, had returned to his original appearance at some point, sitting at the bottom of the mottled long table, looking at him with a smile.
Klein calmly stared at the "Zaratul" in front of him, looking at the transparent buds on his face and the worms wriggling under his skin, as if they would disintegrate at any time and turn into a pool of worms wriggling in a sticky liquid.
... If I had a bottle of "Strange Mage" at this time, I would definitely be able to melt in my mouth. A "Strange Servant" of Sequence One was almost scared out of control by me.
While thinking, Klein leaned back in his chair and smiled calmly:
"Don't be so scared, you really control the "Source Castle", and you are already half the master here."
As he spoke, the entire gray fog was stirred up, and the endless gray fog merged into the spiritual world, making "Source Castle" no longer secretive and integrated into the real world to a certain extent.
As "Source Castle" established a connection with reality, a strange and cold illusory mask with blank facial features appeared on the face of "Zaratul".
This uniqueness began to merge with "Zaratul"!
.....
In Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Islands, the "City of Generosity", Amon stood in front of a newly built church belonging to the "Fool" and looked up at the sky quietly, as if expecting something.
During this time, a little giant about 2.5 meters tall wearing a gray priest robe came out of the church, walked to Amon's side, and asked warmly:
"Sir, are you interested in learning about my Lord's faith?"
Hearing this, Amon retracted his gaze to the sky, slightly raised his head to look at the little giant in front of him who was trying to bend his back so that he could look at him level, and nodded gently and replied:
"You can talk about it, but don't talk about it for too long."
"No problem." The little giant-like priest nodded with a smile, and then began to tell the story:
"My Lord calls himself the 'Fool'. He is now, in the past, and in the future. He is the beacon for everyone to pursue eternity, and the savior when the end of the world comes..."
As the little giant priest told the story, Amon kept paying attention to the sky above his head, noticed the sudden dim light in the sky, and felt the breath of "Source Castle". "It's finally started."
Amon raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye. The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot, and with him, the insects, seabirds, fishermen, and pirates in various parts of the Rorsted Archipelago disappeared.
.....
Above the gray fog, which was so quiet that it seemed as if one could hear each other's heartbeats, at this moment, "Zaratul" seemed to have finally reacted, looking at Klein blankly and unwillingly:
"You are using my identity to accommodate uniqueness!"
As he spoke, another figure appeared above the gray fog.
Antigonus, who looked quite young but also looked very vicissitudes of life, paused for a moment on the mask on "Zarathu"'s face, and then looked at Klein:
"I'm a little curious, why do you dare to make such a bold attempt? Aren't you afraid that Zarathu will really come back to life and take away everything that belongs to you?"
Klein looked at "Zarathu" who was fusing with uniqueness, and while competing with Antigonus for the other's spiritual body line, he smiled and said:
"Hasn't He come back to life?"
"His characteristics belong to Zarathu, His memory belongs to Zarathu, His spirit and destiny also belong to Zarathu, and everyone thinks He is Zarathu, so He is Zarathu."
"My insurance measure is that when He enters here, He absorbs the spiritual insects that I put here to respond to the believers' prayers."
"With those spiritual insects as a trigger, I can let my spirit awaken in His body, and I was really just a secret doll before. "
Antigonus nodded in understanding, and said with a sigh:
"It's a very clever and bold plan, enough to become a ritual to accommodate uniqueness. Of course, you seem to want more than just accommodating uniqueness."
"As the 'Source Castle' establishes a connection with reality, the existence that is qualified to compete for the position of 'Lord of Mysteries' will sense it and be able to enter here."
"And I, because of my uniqueness, will be the first to arrive. This will be the best opportunity for the birth of the 'Fool', you, me, or the former 'Lord of Mysteries'."
Klein nodded calmly, confirming Antigonus's guess:
"But you still came, didn't you?"
When the two sides talked, "Zaratul" had completed the accommodation of uniqueness.
As Klein and Antigonus fought over and manipulated the spiritual thread, Zaratul's spirit and body began to collapse, dropping transparent worms one after another and extending slippery tentacles.
In less than two seconds, He completely turned into a dark and gloomy worm vortex, and began to instinctively gather the characteristics of the surroundings.
Klein did not resist this aggregation, allowing his body to disintegrate, turning into spiritual worms one after another and pouring into the worm vortex in front, becoming part of the vortex.
Antigonus stared at the dark and dark worm vortex for a second, and said with a smile:
"I have no attachment to this era, which also gives me the courage to give it a try."
"Compared to 'Zaratul' who was used as a tool, you have only lived for a few decades, and the spirit accumulated over thousands of years of long life is my greatest advantage."
While speaking, his body immediately disintegrated into countless transparent wriggling insects, pouring into the dark and dark worm vortex like a tide.
As Antigonus merged into the worm vortex with the third 'Secret Servant' feature, the worm vortex that was still spreading suddenly solidified, an indescribable magnificent breath burst out, and the whole gray fog began to riot.
One after another, the slippery tentacles slapped the surroundings frantically, smashing the ancient palace that seemed like a giant's residence into ruins.
In the gap between the waving tentacles, Amon's figure appeared here silently.
"Is it out of control?"
"I should have been slower in breaking free from the secret world of 'Night', so that I could have directly taken 'Source Castle'."
His tone was full of surprise, but his body moved quickly, and layers of illusory doors were reflected in his dark eyes.
At this moment, everything in the world related to the concept of doors was opened, the existing seals suddenly failed, and all major churches and organizations fell into chaos...
Chapter 750: Western Continent
Mystery: Walking out of the wilderness of knowledge. I can't think of a pen name
With Amon's "opening" of the world, the barrier formed by the endless gray fog in the easternmost part of the God-forsaken Land began to surge, and the effect of the seal began to weaken.
Also affected was the barrier left over from the original, which was also a kind of seal. Although for a seal of this degree, Amon's action would not directly invalidate the seal, it would also reduce some of the effects.
The gods of the star realm no longer had time to take care of other things, and could only work hard to fill the cracks and resist the erosion of the outer gods of the starry sky on this world.
Renekton turned his head to look at Roselle and said calmly:
"You should go too. Only four true gods in the star world are not enough."
Roselle's eyes stayed on Renekton and the "True Creator" for two seconds and sighed:
"I hope you won't go too far. This fragile world can't stand it."
While speaking, his figure became virtual, like a shadow blending into the shadow of the world's rules, and with the help of the distortion of the rules, he directly returned to the kingdom of God in the star world.
One by one, silver-white or golden chains extended from his kingdom of God, blending into the rules of the illusory star world, constantly strengthening the barrier left over from the original.
With the addition of Roselle, the pressure on the other four true gods was obviously much less, and they could spare extra energy to respond to the prayers of believers and pay attention to the battle on "Source Castle".
.....
In front of the barrier formed by endless gray fog, Renekton looked at the "True Creator" and said, "Let's begin."
"The True Creator" took a slow step forward and said solemnly:
"I am one, and I am also ten thousand. I am the beginning and the end."
During this process, a dark and sticky black liquid continued to flow out from His body, like a flowing shadow, wrapping His body and expanding rapidly until it expanded to the height of a mountain.
Five heads grew on His neck, three of which were relatively clear, and two were covered with a layer of deep shadows.
Among the three clear and normal heads, one had golden hair and golden eyes, and a dark and deep "ocean" was reflected in his eyes, as if it was some kind of embodiment of the spiritual world. One had messy and thick blue hair like waterweed, and a terrible storm was brewing in his azure eyes.
He held the first blasphemous slate in his hand, and scarlet light continued to flow out of the eyes of the head in the middle.
Silently, a dark, illusory ocean emerged under His feet.
He opened his arms, and his five heads solemnly declared at the same time: "Let there be light!"
Endless light burst out in an instant, illuminating the entire world, even the starry sky outside the earth, and also illuminating the barrier covering the earth, presenting it to some extent.
The barrier, which was originally weakened by Amon's use of the power of the "gate", was strengthened. On the barrier, a series of terrifying, distorted and difficult to describe faces appeared. They were connected to each other and pressed against the barrier. Their resentful eyes stared at the gods of the star realm through the invisible and transparent barrier, constantly venting their power.
The God-forsaken Land within the barrier, as the light continued to gather, seemed as if a huge golden crack appeared in the sky, and endless light shone on the barrier formed by the gray fog below.
Under the stimulation of the light, the originally solidified gray fog surged instantly, and a huge crack was torn out.
As the light continued to invade, the crack became larger and deeper, as if it was going to penetrate the endless gray fog.
Behind the "True Creator", a dazzling sun emerged out of thin air, followed by a brass-colored eye, which merged into the deep and dark "ocean" in front of Him, where countless silver-white electric lights intertwined and shadows flowed.
The brief fusion of the five uniquenesses allowed Him to obtain a brief qualitative change, and the aura on His body was infinitely raised, approaching the level of the old days.
The gray fog barrier in front was torn more severely, as if it would be penetrated at any time, but it was always just a little short of it.
The "True Creator" looked at the gray fog in front of him that was suppressed by the light and could not resist, and said in a low and powerful voice:
"You have five seconds. If you can't penetrate the gray fog within five seconds, you will be lost in the angle of time and it will be difficult to return to normal time and space."
"I understand. Although there is still a little difference in status and strength, in order to get rid of the seal, the "source" of the Western Continent will help."
Rekton nodded slightly. While speaking, his body became empty and decomposed into a torrent of information that was as complex and terrifying as a torrent, condensed into a series of "light" without any color, and rushed into the huge crack torn by the light.
Maintaining the posture of the information torrent, surging forward quickly, in less than two seconds, Renekton appeared in the deepest part of the torn crack of the gray fog barrier.
The light here was already quite dim, like the dusk that would disappear at any time, and could only barely resist the counterattack of the gray fog.
The "light" composed of pure information without any color suddenly burst out, and the illusory informationization was the substance, revealing one after another projection-like scroll without thickness.
These scrolls give people an extremely heavy feeling, as if they carry civilization, carry the enlightenment and development of human society in different classes, and accumulate thousands and tens of thousands of years of civilization. This is a scroll of civilization, the most complete scroll of civilization!
"Civilization is recording history from another perspective, so the scroll of civilization has the essence of carrying the fog of history."
While whispering to himself, Renekton's figure quietly emerged, and under the crowd of civilization scrolls, he stepped forward.
The gray fog that was so thick that it seemed to be condensed into substance was pushed away layer by layer by the scroll of civilization, leaving a passage that continued to extend inward without any light.
"It's your turn to work..."
Rekton casually tossed a milky white dice in his hand, and strands of silver-white fine lines emerged in his field of vision, as if pointing the way for him.
With a low laugh, Renekton's body became ethereal again, decomposing into a terrifyingly complex information torrent, carrying the probability dice and moving quickly forward along the road opened up by the civilization scroll.
Inside the gray fog barrier, time and space no longer have specific measurement scales. The light from the "True Creator" behind him has become the size of sesame seeds, but it still exists, as if it is frozen there.
"The civilization scroll can prevent me from being "fooled" by time and losing myself, but the normal flow of time is a huge challenge."
"There are three seconds..."
"Two seconds..."
A translucent, strange-looking key fell from the light formed by the information torrent, following the passage opened up by the civilization scroll and the road guided by fate.
Silently, a brilliant, illusory starry sky emerged at the end of the passage, blooming a hazy light through the gray fog.
"One second..."
Under the guidance of the starlight, the translucent key with a strange style finally located the western continent on the other side of the endless gray fog.
The translucent key flashed with brilliant starlight, and instantly cracked and shattered. The pale blue stardust instantly filled the entire passage, quickly constructing an illusory starlight gate covered with many strange patterns.
In the last second, a terrifyingly complex information torrent passed through the starlight gate and entered a wilderness with mottled light and shadows!
A silver-white light separated from the information torrent, constantly rising, and flew into the dark night sky dotted with stars.
The dim night sky suddenly turned silver-white, and countless lights poured out from the void with illusory flowing sounds, interweaving into a huge illusory key.
The key composed of this light was engraved with three-dimensional mercury complex symbols one after another, densely intertwined, forming one after another connected wheels, and each wheel had different logos around it.
As the silver-white light merged, the pattern at the tail of the key made of light became solid, highlighting a vague, not-quite-real huge round wheel.
In the center of the round wheel, there was a strange, exquisite, three-dimensional milky white dice, and around the dice, there were various symbols representing different futures.
"Endless chaos, the embodiment of fate, representing the uncertainty of fate and the future..."
Above the wilderness, Renekton, who had escaped from the information torrent, looked up at the "Key of Light" gradually disappearing in the night sky, and whispered the information he had just seen.
While whispering to himself, his flesh and blood began to turn over, and eyes grew out. The skin under his eyes became a bottomless black because it absorbed too much information.
The wilderness under his feet spontaneously cracked, forming a deep gully.
This gully was like a mirror, with the deepest part being an extremely high and illusory starry sky. The higher it went, the more real it became, as if it contained another strange wilderness of light and shadow.
Renekton walked down the stairs that appeared under his feet. After crossing the dividing line between the upper and lower parts, the surrounding vision turned upside down. The original wilderness became a reflection under the water, and he was climbing up the stairs, approaching the shadow tower in front of him that seemed to be inserted into the sky.
On the transparent surface condensed by the brilliant personality, Renekton's body disintegrated with each step forward. A large amount of information, knowledge and abstract symbols spilled out, interacting with the surrounding information.
In this state, his spirit began to rise, as if he wanted to overlook the whole world and embrace the whole world.
The self-awareness of divinity began to expand, and soon overwhelmed the humanity that had lost the support of faith, overwhelmed the primitive instinctive madness in the extraordinary characteristics, and formed a tug-of-war with the original will that was gradually awakening in his body.
The more he advanced, the deeper his fusion with the "wilderness of knowledge", the more divinity expanded, and the human self was squeezed into a very small corner, unable to resist.
When Renekton climbed the long stairs and entered the tower, only a transparent shadow remained of his body, a shadow made of pieces of starlight. This was the purest version of him, with only his spirit, authority, and characteristics left. The rest was just miscellaneous information to the "Demon of Knowledge".
Chapter 751: Struggle
Mystery: Walking out of the wilderness of knowledge
In the illusory star world shrouded by the blazing sun, in a kingdom surrounded by colors flowing like branches, Renekton Soth sat on a high-back chair dotted with stars, maintaining the operation of the kingdom of God and the prayers of believers on behalf of the main body.
He wore the brown long windbreaker that Renburg had left behind at the moment, without a hat, and only a brass-colored metal-framed glasses clipped on his nose as decoration. His dress and temperament were like an ordinary young scholar, not a divine agent who could appear in the kingdom of God.
As the sun shone on the entire star world, the original barrier left at the outermost edge of the star world was reinforced by the "True Creator", and the pressure on the gods of the star world was greatly reduced.
At the bottom of the rules that no one noticed, a figure like an illusory shadow quickly wandered and broke into the perfect place surrounded by the world tree.
After taking a look at the situation in the Perfect Land, Roselle looked at Renekton Soth, who was sitting at the top, with some surprise and asked:
"You only left one Sequence 3 clone, and it's not from the two paths of 'Hidden' and 'Perfect'. What are you thinking?"
Rekton Soth was not surprised by Roselle's appearance. He rubbed his forehead with a slightly tired look and said:
"You seem to look down on Sequence 3, but I always think this is the best stage for Extraordinary People. Except for the limited lifespan, there is no other drawback."
"This Compared with Sequence Four, the Beyonders of this stage have undergone a qualitative change. They can respond to prayers within a certain range, possess various extraordinary abilities that can be regarded as miraculous, and do not have too much mental distress. They can still maintain a relatively complete humanity. "
"Just like now, only by staying at Sequence Three can I guarantee my humanity to the greatest extent, and at the same time, I can respond to prayers and stabilize my faith with the help of the arrangements left by the main body."
"When the main body returns, if He is in a very bad state, I will form a new self and let the identity of Rekton Soth continue to exist. If He is in a better state, I will return to the main body and help Him find a balance between humanity and divinity."
Roselle nodded without comment, and asked curiously:
"Neither you nor the 'True Creator' can be regarded as complete Old Days. Even if you can rely on some special means to temporarily exert the power of the Old Days, is this really enough to tear open the seal left by the 'Lord of Mystery'?"
"If you fail, what will you do?"
Rekton Soth leaned back in his chair and answered calmly Said:
"It is theoretically feasible. After taking back the authority of the 'Perfect One', my original self has repeatedly deduced the feasibility of this method."
"As for failure, He will be trapped in the angle of time, but He who holds the authority of civilization will not be lost. As long as the 'Lord of Mysteries' appears, it is still possible to come back."
"In another budget of mine, the worst case scenario is just to enter the Western Continent in the form of extraordinary characteristics, which can also return to the 'Wild Knowledge'."
"Hehe...you are really a man of great skill and courage." Roselle shook his head and sighed.
Renekton smiled bitterly and shook his head, explaining: "This is what must be done. I cannot betray myself. At most, I will only leave some and preserve my existing humanity."
Roselle nodded gently, without dwelling on this issue any more, and said:
"Is this the tacit agreement between you and the 'True Creator'? He helped you enter the Western Continent, keeping the half of the Old Days that was most likely to hinder Him from supporting Amon to become the 'Lord of Mysteries' away from the center of the struggle, and you could not refuse, and had no reason to refuse."
"And He took the opportunity to create an opportunity for Amon, an opportunity to ascend to the 'Source Castle'. As for the result, He should not care. With Him, no matter what the result is, Amon can be guaranteed not to fall even if he fails."
"But I still have some doubts. How did He burst out the power of the Old Days without two uniquenesses, and how did you do the same without the help of the 'Source Essence'?"
Rekton Soth raised his hand and clicked the void in front of him, and pieces of information emerged out of thin air. These were the information belonging to "God" and "Demon of Knowledge".
He explained in an orderly manner, just like a teacher in class:
"Among the five paths covered by 'God', 'The Hanged Man' and 'Visionary' are the most special, not only because they have the means of resurrection, but also because their authority involves omnipotence and creation."
"The grazing ability of the 'Hanged Man' combined with the virtual personality of the 'Visionary' can easily control the uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics of the other three paths. In this state, His status and strength are infinitely close to the old days, but He will not really completely integrate all the characteristics, and can maintain His own state very well."
"With Adam's cooperation, the integration progress of the 'True Creator' should be very good. After initially mastering the 'Chaos Sea' and recovering the authority of the storm, He can imagine the remaining two false uniquenesses and restore His strength to the peak for a short time."
"As for me, although I can't use the 'Source Essence' The actual power, but also the corresponding symbols and status, the closer to the Western Continent, the stronger the power transmitted through the seal. "
"After going deep into the gray fog, I can already use the power of the 'Wild Knowledge' to a certain extent, and naturally I can also push my own strength to a point infinitely close to the old days."
After a pause, giving Roselle some time to think, Rekton Soth asked: "Do you have any questions?"
Roselle shook his head: "No, it seems that you can't help with the fight over at 'Source Castle'."
Rekton Soth replied calmly: "It's not an easy task to help me tear open the seal of the Western Continent. The consumption of the 'True Creator' is very large, and you and 'Night' are enough to deal with it."
.....
In the Cathedral of Saint Samuel in the western district of Backlund, Leonard came to the church at the request of Pallez and prayed silently in front of the dark holy emblem in the hall.
Because it was still night, there were no believers in the church. After praying, Leonard went underground along the passage behind the hall.
"Old man, why did you ask me to come to the church at this time? What happened again?"
"The last wait is the most difficult..."
Pallez did not answer his question. He sighed and then became depressed. No matter how Leonard shouted, He would not speak again.
.....
Above the endless gray fog, the ancient palace that seemed like a giant's residence had disappeared, replaced by a towering mountain with a palace ruin filled with countless figures on the top of the mountain.
This is the main peak of the Honachis Mountains. Klein, who stitched the spirits of Antigonus and Zaratul, was grafted together with the space above the gray fog.
This is Antigonus's home ground, and there is also the remaining divine power of the "Goddess of Night" and the Brass Book of Terensost that Roselle placed here in advance, allowing them to intervene in the battlefield to a certain extent.
In the ruins of the palace on the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains, a series of figures, some big, some small, some old, and some young, alternated with each other, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing.
Some of them were men in postman uniforms, some were ordinary birds, and some were creatures so small that they were invisible to the naked eye. There were also corpses hanging in the air...
One by one, crystal-ground monocles appeared and fell from the right eyes of these figures, falling into a stalemate.
These were all clones created by Amon, and the secret puppets left by Antigonus in the Hornachis Mountains. The fight between Amon and Klein made these clones and secret puppets constantly exchange identities.
After a period of stalemate, all Amon's clones wearing monocles or with different-colored eye circles stopped at the same time.
After a period of tug-of-war, Amon successfully gained control of part of the "Source Castle".
The Amons raised their hands in unison and pinched the monocles on their right eyes, looking at the figure with gray fog and black liquid and smiling:
"The next battle does not need so many participants."
While speaking, all Amon's clones simultaneously stretched their hands forward and pulled inward, as if closing a door.
With His movements, the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains disappeared instantly, along with the deep and dark darkness and a brass book that was constantly turning.
He took advantage of the time when Klein was mentally unstable due to stitching too many spirits, and used this part of his authority to hide the "Source Castle".
"The next battle belongs only to us, and the content of our competition is also very simple, the degree of control over the "Source Castle", and the use of our own authority."
Amon spoke calmly, and while speaking, His clones turned into white light and merged into the main body, pushing the main body's state to the peak.
Opposite Him, the vortex of countless gray fog and black liquid worms suddenly shrank, re-condensing Klein's figure, a less stable figure.
The pressure brought by Amon finally unified his separated and conflicting spirits, and briefly restored his own state.
Dense granulation-like worms grew on His body, interweaving into a translucent dark cloak.
Under the cloak, there was no body, only a strange and cold illusory mask with blank facial features.
With the aggregation of three "secret servant" characteristics, Tianzun's consciousness also initially awakened in his body. Now he is a spiritual stitching body with extremely complex components.
He is now both Klein and Antigonus, and to some extent the former owner of Sefirah Castle, a great existence that has truly revived and returned.
In this state, he undoubtedly "fooled" history and completed a true deification ceremony, but the "Source Castle" was closed by Amon. Without the ability to interact with reality, the ceremony could not take effect. As time passed, he would be replaced bit by bit by the revived Tianzun consciousness in his body.
Chapter 752: Chaos
Mystery: Walking out of the wilderness of knowledge
I can't think of a pen name
Among the stitched together spirits, Zarathu's remaining spirit was first swallowed by the Celestial Venerable. Compared with Klein and Antigonus, the dead Zarathu was the most vulnerable.
As the Celestial Venerable's consciousness gradually became stronger, the part of the "Source Castle" authority that Amon had stolen was taken back.
Under the illusory mask with blank facial features, Antigonus' voice suddenly sounded:
"On the 'Source Castle', the gap between us is not that big, it can even be said to be very small, so small that it can be ignored."
As soon as Antigonus' voice fell, Klein's voice sounded again:
"Heh... We are all going crazy, why not have something exciting."
"The awakening of the Celestial Venerable's will has Since the situation is irreversible, we might as well go crazy and let Mr. Error join us. The three of us, plus Tianzun, can just make up a mahjong table. "
"Haha, sorry, I forgot that people of your era don't know this kind of entertainment at all."
"But don't worry, Tianzun and I will teach you."
As the voice fell, under the translucent dark cloak, one transparent and slippery tentacle after another stretched out, slapping the surroundings fiercely, grabbing Amon from all directions.
Above the gray fog, they can use this "source" to use any authority belonging to the three paths of "error", "door" and "fool". Without additional help, various extraordinary abilities and authorities offset each other, and the only thing they can compete with in the end is the control of "Source Castle".
In this regard, Klein and Antigonus's spiritual sutures, whose consciousness of Tianzun has begun to revive, gradually gained the upper hand.
"Madman..." Amon sighed expressionlessly.
Antigonus' voice rang out:
"With your caution, there must be an angel-level clone left in the outside world. Even if you fail in the fight for the 'Source Castle', at most your status will be lowered, and you will not fall."
"So, you have two choices next." Klein continued to speak after Antigonus:
"Fight us to the end and see who can defeat the other party before the consciousness of the Tianzun in your body is completely revived, or both fail and let the Tianzun truly come back to life."
"But in my opinion, even if the worst result of the original 'Lord of Mysteries' being resurrected is better than letting you become the new 'Lord of Mysteries', a person who is not at all The old days who care about this world are also safer than you. "
"Or, if you try hard to escape from Sefirah Castle, you can also keep the clones left in the outside world. With the 'True Creator', at least you will not really fall."
Amon looked at Klein, who was on the verge of collapse, with a smile, and said without hesitation:
"Then take a gamble and see whether my psychiatrist is more useful or your sewn together spirit is more resilient."
One after another, the slippery tentacles slapped the surroundings frantically, constantly reducing Amon's living space. He did not risk letting Tianzun's consciousness revive in his body, which also led to his strong suppression on Sefirah Castle.
After dodging the attacks of the surrounding tentacles again, his eyes flowed with clear starlight, as if containing layers of illusory doors.
He used the authority of the "door" again, trying to reconnect Sefirah Castle with reality, and then he could leave here through the fraud rules.
There was no change in the surroundings. After losing the only partial control of "Source Castle", his attempt failed as expected.
Bang!
His body was hit by a transparent and slippery tentacle. His thoughts became stagnant instantly. His body trembled uncontrollably and countless cracks appeared.
The next second, Amon's figure appeared in another direction. He looked at the tentacles attacking him from all directions, raised his hand and pinched the monocle at the position of his right eye. His body instantly became virtual, lost its existence, and could not be truly touched.
While his extraordinary ability had not been lifted, He looked at Klein and said:
"Are you sure you want to enter the final battle now? To be honest, this is not a good time."
"Let the 'Source Castle' reconnect with reality, so that your ritual can take effect, curb the revived consciousness in your body, and solve the mental problem of stitching."
"And you, do you have a chance to start over after making sufficient preparations?"
"You should understand that from the moment you boarded the 'Source Castle', we all have no room to retreat. Unless one of us dies, no one dares to stop."
"This is when I am at my worst, and also when I am at my strongest."
Klein's voice seemed extremely depressed and low, as if he was enduring extreme madness and pain. As His words fell, the tentacles around him rushed towards Amon more frantically.
When Klein and Amon were talking, the spirit of Antigonus manipulated some tentacles to fool Amon, making it difficult for Him to avoid subsequent attacks.
After a brief moment of confusion, Amon's body was pierced by transparent tentacles.
His thoughts and body were both stagnant, as if it was an old machine that was difficult to operate. His thoughts, characteristics, extraordinary abilities, and even his fate were being stolen over and over again.
...Sometimes schizophrenia is not without benefits, at least it is very advantageous in terms of division of labor and cooperation... A thought flashed through Klein's mind, and the next second he felt Antigonus's will and thoughts:
"We must connect Sefirah Castle to reality. We can't suppress the resurrected consciousness of the Heavenly Venerable. If we tear off the authority of the 'Gate', Amon will not be able to enter the 'Sefirah Castle' again."
"Deal with Amon first. He doesn't dare to fight us to the death."
Klein and Antigonus quickly reached a consensus. One of them continued to manipulate Amon's spiritual body thread, and the other used the "Sefirah Castle" to steal His authority and characteristics.
At this moment, it seemed that even the will of the Heavenly Venerable stood on their side, eager to gather more authority and characteristics to make himself truly return.
In the moment that no one noticed, the revived part of the Heavenly Venerable's will instinctively relied on the power of "Source Castle" to "tamper" with itself and part of the Time Worm on Amon's body, so that its will began to awaken in Amon, and at the same time contaminated these three paths to increase the possibility of its own resurrection.
Amon's body kept flickering in place, like a malfunctioning display.
His body began to mutate, and tentacles with transparent links and stained with starlight extended from under the black classical robe. Dense and intertwined flesh buds grew on the exposed skin, and the breath on his body became chaotic and crazy.
As the consciousness of the Celestial Lord awakened in his body, Amon suddenly smiled at Klein, whose body was almost collapsed, and said:
"Now, we are standing on the same starting line."
While speaking, He began to fight for the control of "Source Castle", trying to snatch "Source Castle", but with part of the Celestial Lord's will awakened in both of them, His attempt was still difficult to succeed.
Amon was not discouraged, and quickly changed his target, trying to remove the closure of "Source Castle" and return to reality.
While pulling with Amon, Klein's body suddenly collapsed, turning into countless transparent wriggling spirit insects and slippery tentacles, whipping around randomly.
The Celestial Lord's consciousness in his body further revived!
While the spirits of Klein and Antigonus tried their best to maintain themselves, they continued to steal the characteristics and authority of Amon.
Finally, a translucent key with a strange shape was dragged out of the void by a tentacle. This was the "Star Key" characteristic contained by Amon.
"You are all crazy..." Amon sighed.
Having lost part of the characteristics of the "gate" path, He felt much easier. Then He no longer resisted Klein and Antigonus's "stealing" of His own characteristics and authority, and no longer distracted himself from suppressing the revived will of the Heavenly Lord in his body. Instead, He used this to deepen His control over "Source Castle" and tried to pull "Source Castle" into reality.
Many tentacles pulled and flapped around Amon in a very rhythmic and orderly manner...
After an unknown number of "stealings", a pair of eyeballs that seemed to be made of pure starlight and contained layers of illusory gates separated from Amon.
As if Amon had been prepared, he stretched out his hand and shook the eyeballs, creating a mistake.
Silently, the pair of eyes burst out with bright starlight, interweaving an illusory "door" above the gray fog, connecting to the "door" of reality.
Amon threw himself into it without hesitation and left the space above the gray fog.
Transparent and slippery tentacles angrily whipped the gray fog below, causing the gray fog to suddenly crack.
The deep and heavy night emerged, and the space above the gray fog turned into an abandoned palace on the top of a towering mountain.
Klein took advantage of and expanded the mistake made by Amon, and together with Antigonus, grafted the palace above the gray fog, which was only in ruins, to the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains.
Amon, who had just left the gray fog by making a mistake, also appeared here. He was "fooled".
Before he could react, the deep darkness submerged him and pulled him into a secret world.
A pair of slender hands wearing gauze gloves stretched out from the darkness, turning the secret world into a ball of thick black fog that could not be dissolved, and threw it into a dark coffin.
Almost at the same time, the dark night around was replaced by an illusory and abstract starry sky, and the position of the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains was distorted and moved into the starry world.
Roselle appeared here holding an open brass book, and solemnly read in a deep voice:
"The dead are forbidden to return here!"
The tentacles that were madly whipping around suddenly solidified, and the terrifying will that revived in each spirit insect quickly weakened, producing a strong tendency to fall asleep again.
Klein and Antigonus, who once again had the upper hand in spirit, worked together to suppress the abnormal movement of "Source Castle", not giving Tianzun the opportunity to borrow the power of "Source Castle".
Chapter 753: Resurrection from the dead
Mystery: Walking out of the wilderness of knowledge
I can't think of a pen name
Transparent and slippery tentacles mixed with black liquid and gray mist began to shrink, trying to reunite.
As soon as they gathered into a group, a huge long sword covered with orange-red light fell diagonally, cutting through the void and slashing on the pile of worms mixed with gray mist and black liquid. The orange-red dusk light descended briefly, bringing the end of all things and drowning every transparent worm.
Every spiritual worm began to decay uncontrollably, all matter and will began to collapse and die, inevitably heading towards the end of all things.
The coffin standing in the darkness had rust on its surface, as if it had gone through thousands or tens of thousands of years in just a few breaths, becoming rotten and mottled, and the aura of the realm of death was constantly fading, as if it would weather away at any time.
A silvery-white light shone through it, flashing in the darkness, and Amon's figure reappeared in the ruins of the palace on the top of the main peak of Honachis.
He glanced at the pile of worm corpses that had died and whose characteristics were returning to history, and calmly turned his gaze to Roselle and the "Goddess of Night" on the side, and said in a tone without much fluctuation:
"It turns out that he had been prepared for a long time, relying on a death to get rid of his own madness and appease the consciousness of the Heavenly Venerable that was about to be suppressed in his body."
"In this regard, the 'Secret Servant' is indeed very advantageous. It only needs a miracle to be resurrected."
"But this kind of resurrection cannot really solve the problem. The consciousness of the Heavenly Venerable comes from the extraordinary characteristics and will not disappear with its own death."
While speaking, He found a half-collapsed wall nearby and sat down. He did not look like a true god at all, and did not care whether the "Black Emperor" and "Goddess of Night" in front of him would attack him again. He had already felt the gaze from the spiritual world.
Roselle looked at Amon calmly for a while, and suddenly laughed:
"You don't need to worry about this. You have lost the authority of the 'Gate' now. It seems that the battle you just had was quite intense."
"It's a pity. The best situation we expect is to tear off some of the 'wrong' authority on you. In this way, when he recovers, he can directly start to promote to the 'Lord of Mysteries'."
Amon folded his arms, leaned against his body, and said in a very relaxed manner:
"This is indeed the best situation, but unfortunately, things are now evolving in the worst direction. The consciousness of the former 'Lord of Mysteries' has awakened on these three paths. No matter who it is, as long as he accommodates the authority beyond his own path, he will definitely wake up."
While they were communicating, Klein's characteristics had all returned to history, and the uniqueness of the "Fool" was also regularized and conceptualized, and integrated into the mist of history. Amon did not try to stop it, nor could he stop it.
In the fog of history that cannot be observed normally, transparent insects combined with the characteristics of "mysterious servants" returning to history crawled out from the pores of history, spontaneously gathered, and formed a deep and dark worm vortex.
In front of Roselle and the "Goddess of Night", Amon suddenly stood up, raised the monocle at the right eye position, and chuckled:
"He finally began to revive."
While speaking, a slowly flowing dark and lightless shadow emerged behind Him, and a huge figure with five heads loomed in the shadow.
Under the gaze of five heads and ten eyes, a deep and dark sea was projected.
Every drop of water there was like a light and shadow, as if it represented a little consciousness and a brand. Even the true god could not avoid being dazed and immersed in it.
Amon seized this opportunity, raised his hand and clenched it in the air. Taking advantage of the moment when Sefirah Castle was activated, he tried to make a mistake by relying on his experience of entering Sefirah Castle just now, so that he could enter Sefirah Castle before the resurrected Klein.
In this way, He could refuse the other party to enter Sefirah Castle, rely on the awakened part of the Heavenly Lord consciousness in his body to make a mistake, and become the new owner of Sefirah Castle.
As long as He receives psychological treatment in time after this, He will not lose control because of the awakening of too much Heavenly Lord consciousness in his body. This is a completely feasible adventure.
Amon's attempt failed without any surprise. After Klein's consciousness was revived, he did not stay in the historical fog to aggregate the characteristics, but returned to the gray fog first.
This was to prevent Amon from making mistakes and sneaking into the gray fog while he was in a bad state, and to prevent him from being affected by the gradually awakening Heavenly Lord consciousness in the aggregated characteristics and falling into the previous half-crazy state again.
After rejecting Amon's attempt to enter the gray fog, Klein turned his attention to the historical fog.
The dark and gloomy worm vortex had gathered a lot of spirit worms and turned into a pool of black liquid, which blended with the surrounding historical fog and grew dense worms like buds. They intertwined to form a translucent dark cloak.
Under the cloak, there was no body, but a terrifying will began to revive, almost alive, out of Klein's control, and become a new and independent individual.
"Sure enough, dying once can't get rid of the will of the Heavenly Venerable."
With a low sigh, Klein reached forward with a prepared hand, dragged out a virtual mask with blank facial features from the void, and put it on his face.
The first time his spiritual will revived in history, he relied on the aggregation effect to take the rule-based conceptual uniqueness into his hands and brought it above the gray fog.
With the support of uniqueness, he could exert his status and strength infinitely close to that of the "Fool" himself in this gray fog. In this state, he was confident that he could fight against Amon's interference and the Heavenly Venerable at the same time, and regain the characteristics of the "Secret Servant".
In the mist of history, in the gray fog and black liquid covered by a translucent dark cloak, slippery tentacles stretched out and grabbed the "Source Castle" above the gray fog!
At the same time, above the boundless gray fog, one crimson star after another stood out, constantly expanding, swaying out circles of ripples, trying to weave one "door" after another.
Amon's clones left around the world simultaneously tried to break through Klein's blockade and let themselves enter the "Source Castle".
He seemed to have been prepared for his loss of the authority of the "door", and stole enough extraordinary abilities and authority in advance, so that he could use the abilities he wanted after losing the corresponding uniqueness and characteristics.
Snap~
Klein raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and German Sparrow's figure immediately appeared above the gray fog. He took off the half-high silk hat on his head, bowed to Klein and said:
"Good evening, Mr. Fool."
As the voice fell, bright starlight burst out from the surging gray fog, turning into a translucent, strangely shaped key; a pair of eyeballs that seemed to be made of pure starlight and contained layers of illusory doors sank into German Sparrow's body.
With the characteristics of the "Star Key" and the uniqueness of the "Door", German Sparrow's aura quickly rose, even surpassing Klein himself.
Klein didn't need to say anything else. As a secret puppet, German Sparrow took a step forward and pushed forward with both hands. The ripples that spread out on the boundless gray fog and the doors that were trying to form all disappeared.
The surging gray fog quickly calmed down, becoming thick and solidified, like a solid barrier, rejecting the tentacles that stretched out from history.
After resolving Amon's interference, Klein had the energy to solve the problem of the consciousness of the Heavenly Lord that was gradually becoming familiar with the aggregated characteristics.
Under the black robe that was almost completely integrated into the historical fog, the slippery tentacles mixed with black liquid and countless insects were about to grow into human form and truly come alive.
The next moment, deep and unspeakable darkness suddenly descended, drowning this historical fog.
In the darkness, there was a sound of chanting poetry, peaceful and quiet, which made people sleep. Even the will that was gradually revived in the extraordinary characteristics was curbed and no longer crazy, as if it fell into a long sleep.
The solemn and heavy voice of judgment then echoed in the surrounding historical fog: "The dead are forbidden to return here!"
The will that revived from the aggregated extraordinary characteristics seemed to be hit hard, and it was depressed a lot in an instant.
Without the interference of the will of the Heavenly Venerable, the translucent dark cloak collapsed instantly and turned into a pool of dark and deep liquid without a fixed shape.
Seeing this, Klein made Roselle and the "Goddess of Night" who were summoned from the historical pores beside him disappear before accommodating the historical projection of uniqueness, and then used the connection between himself and those extraordinary characteristics to absorb them into the gray fog.
Under the traction of the aggregation effect, one after another spirit insects continued to emerge from the dark and deep liquid without a fixed shape, turning into pale white light and sinking into the gray fog.
At the moment when these characteristics entered the gray fog, a series of illusory doors composed of pure starlight emerged.
They overlapped with each other and jointly constructed a perfect closed loop, allowing the returning characteristics to shuttle between doors continuously, unable to truly return and merge with Klein.
Under the control of Gehrman Sparrow, these layers of illusory gates were constantly compressed and turned into an illusory mark, which merged into Klein's body, allowing him to reclaim all his characteristics, but not completely merge with them.
In this state, his resurrection was considered successful, but the corresponding strength and state stagnated, and he could not become a true "Fool".
Seeing this, Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand slightly, and the palace that was destroyed in his fight with Amon reappeared, intact, as if it had never been destroyed.
Silently, the palace appeared on a vast plain full of moon flowers and night vanilla, and appeared in the kingdom of the "Goddess of Night".
Chapter 754: Separation Characteristics
Secret: Walking out of the wilderness of knowledge
Can't think of a pen name
Klein's idea is very simple. The kingdom of the "Goddess of Night" is also a secret world. It can block the sight of Amon and the "True Creator" so that his next actions will not be disturbed and information will not be leaked.
After grafting the ancient palace above the gray fog that looks like a giant's base to the Deep Dark Heaven, the figures of the "Goddess of Night" and Roselle appeared in the hall less than a second apart.
Klein sat on a high-backed chair at the top of the mottled long table, nodded slightly to the "Goddess of Night" and Roselle who appeared in the palace hall, and said in a relaxed tone:
"Fortunately, it didn't get into the worst situation."
Klein's tone was full of deep fatigue:
"I briefly 'fooled' Antigonus's spirit, separated Him into a secret doll, and grafted a dormant state. Because of death and subsequent blows, the will of the revived Tianzun in the extraordinary characteristics was also consumed a lot."
"This is due to the fact that Tianzun has not yet revived to the point where he can use 'miracles' to revive with me, but even so, His spirit is still very strong and is constantly awakening."
Roselle nodded, looked thoughtfully at Gehrman Sparrow, who was materialized by Klein and contained the authority and characteristics of the 'door' path, and chuckled:
"From the moment you accommodated the uniqueness, it was a layout against Amon, and the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun who awakened from your body was your bargaining chip to force Amon to make a choice and give in?"
"It's a very radical and risky plan, linked together, and it's obvious that it was the work of that guy. He even arranged for the 'Real Creator' who mastered the 'Dreamer' path."
Klein smiled and nodded, "It's really risky, but he convinced me with fate."
"The uniqueness of the 'Wheel of Fortune' is in His hands, and He seems to have reached some kind of cooperation with the 'Key of Light'. In addition, the 'Hermit' holds some authority over fate, so it's not surprising that he deceived the 'Real Creator' who has not yet taken back the 'Omniscient' authority in fate."
The voice of the "Goddess of Night" is still gentle, which can make people feel peaceful from the bottom of their hearts. Just the voice made Klein feel better.
"Yes." Klein nodded and ended the topic:
"I need a quiet sleep, to separate the spirits of Antigonus and me in my sleep, to separate the three aggregated 'secret servant' characteristics, to lower my own status and level, and to suppress the consciousness of the Heavenly Lord that is constantly reviving in my body."
"No problem." The "Goddess of Night" nodded gently, and threw a drop of dark and lightless water from the golden bird-shaped ornament in her hand, soaking it into Klein's forehead.
The already dim light around became deeper, and a quiet and tranquil atmosphere spread rapidly.
Klein only felt that his eyelids became extremely heavy, and every spiritual insect on his body became extremely sleepy, and couldn't wait to enter an eternal sleep.
Klein did not resist this power, relaxed his mind, and entered the sleep created by the "Goddess of Night".
With the blessing of the "Goddess of Night", he can stay awake in his sleep, interfere with reality in a half-awake state, create secret puppets, and separate characteristics and spirits.
Roselle looked at Klein who was in deep sleep, and saw that the strange and cold illusory mask with blank features on his face gradually disappeared, and the light mist surrounding him and the translucent hooded strange cloak also retracted into his body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
In the quiet hall, Roselle and the "Goddess of Night" looked at each other in silence. This was the first time he met this fellow countryman from ancient times. He felt awkward for some reason, especially when he thought that everything he did in the past might have been seen by the other party.
...Damn it, if I knew there was a senior who traveled through time, and it was a woman, I would definitely not be so arrogant at the time. Now think about it, it's really fucking social death.
After sighing in his heart, Roselle forced a smile, raised his hand and pointed at the row of seats opposite, and said casually:
"Sit down for a while. It will take some time for him to separate Antigonus from the awakened part of the Heavenly Lord's consciousness. In this state, they are already a kind of mental stitching monster."
"But fortunately, this world's demand for the 'Lord of Mysteries' is not so urgent. Before long, the 'Knowledgeable One' should be able to become the 'Demon of Knowledge' and break the seal left by the Heavenly Lord from the inside, allowing the Western Continent to reappear in the world."
"However, with the emergence of many source substances, this world is likely to fall into a new round of chaos. Ha... No wonder he wants to clear the seal of the God-forsaken Land first. This is to prepare a suitable battlefield for everyone, to control the chaos and disputes within a certain range. No wonder the 'True Creator' will cooperate with him."
"The Goddess of Night" stood quietly in place, as if she was in harmony with the surrounding Blending into the night, His voice echoed around with a sense of tranquility:
"During this period when the barrier left over from the original was still strong, the power of the gods outside the starry sky to penetrate was limited, which was the best opportunity for the Earth to give birth to the old days."
Roselle nodded silently. After a short silence, in order to prevent the two from getting along too awkwardly, he casually started a topic:
"When you were cast down by 'Source Castle', you directly became a demon wolf and became a Beyonder with a high sequence?"
The voice of the "Goddess of Night" then echoed in the silent hall:
"Yes, I inherited everything from a dead demon wolf. Relying on some kind of protection from 'Source Castle', I retained my self and directly became a high-level demon wolf, but not a demon wolf of the fortune-teller path."
Roselle nodded and said his guess:
"There was an error in the casting of 'Source Castle', or, at that time Fate was disturbed, causing the dead demon wolf to change. "
The voice of the "Goddess of Night" sounded without any fluctuation:
"It may be the former, or it may be both, just like you later, you also avoided the three paths occupied by Tianzun."
Roselle nodded gently, tangled for a moment, and asked the question he cared about most:
"Why did I first come into contact with the Artisan Church instead of your Night Church?"
"After leaving the 'Source Castle', I never went back there. As a Sequence 0 of the 'Darkness' path, I don't have a keen enough perception of the 'Source Castle' and can't be sure when new people will be deployed."
"Although the Night Church has extraordinary people who cultivate the 'Fortress' path, you are in Intis, so the first thing you come into contact with is Zaratul's Secret Society. When I noticed you, you were already under the eyes of the craftsman."
"I don't want to interfere too much with your fate. No matter what happened in the past, life still needs to go on. The truth and secrets of this world should be discovered by you. This is also part of growth."
Speaking of this, the "Goddess of Night" glanced at Klein who was in deep sleep, and continued:
"Until the last time, I discovered the abnormality of the "Secret Servant" characteristic through secrets, and with the help of Antigonus, who was already crazy at the time, I intervened in the deployment of the "Source Castle" and threw the "Secret Servant" characteristic into the God-Forsaken Land."
"Alas~" Russell let out a long breath and sighed:
"If I could meet you earlier, or contact you, I might know everything earlier."
"But it's okay now, at least it can be regarded as turning the tide."
As the two talked, a somewhat transparent figure was outlined out of thin air in front of the hall, gradually becoming clear and real.
His face is quite young, and his facial features are pretty good, but on his cheeks, there are tufts of short, coarse black hair like wolf hair. His long hair is half white, half hidden and half visible, giving people a contradictory feeling of being both old and youthful, both rational and crazy.
His eyes were dark, containing indescribable vicissitudes. He looked at the figures standing or sitting around the mottled long table in a daze. He was unable to come back to his senses for a while, as if thinking: Who am I, where am I, what should I do...
Roselle and the "Goddess of Night" paused on this figure for a while, and the former sighed:
"Is this stitching Antigonus' spirit into a 'miracle master' characteristic, and using 'miracles' to resurrect Him, thereby separating and purifying his own spirit?"
"These fancy extraordinary abilities are sometimes quite enviable."
When Roselle sighed, the secret puppet German Sparrow, who had fallen into sleep with the main body, had woken up and paused on Antigonus.
Silently, the bright starlight emerged out of thin air, constructing an illusory door, which included Antigonus and sent him back to the Hornachis Mountains.
After doing all this, he turned his head to look at Roselle and said with a smile:
"Do you want to be a 'Secret Servant'? I can separate two characteristics for you, and directly become the Angel King of this path."
Roselle curled his lips and said: "Hehe... How about you become the 'Prince of Order Killing'? I can also give you the position of Angel King later."
While he was speaking, two more figures emerged.
Wearing a black long windbreaker, a top hat of the same color, a strong and thin figure, and a silver mirror in his hand, this was an identity that Klein had used when digesting the 'Miracle Master' potion, the wandering magician, Merlin Hermes.
There is also Dwayne Dantes, who is holding a cane, wearing a neat suit, and is meticulously groomed. He is middle-aged but still quite handsome, with a mature and restrained temperament.
They are all identities that Klein has used before, and now they have become his special secret puppets, helping him share the extra "Secret Servant" characteristics.
With the appearance of the two secret dolls, Klein finally woke up from his deep sleep.
He nodded gently in the direction of Roselle and the "Goddess of Night", indicating that he was fine and had successfully solved the problem.
Chapter 755: Plan
Secret: Walking out of the wilderness of knowledge
After greeting Roselle and the "Goddess of Night", Klein bowed his head and fell silent again. He needed to get familiar with his current state again.
...Although the characteristics have been separated, my status has not been reduced. I have reached the level of Sequence 0. My strength has dropped. I am the angel king among angel kings, and I am infinitely close to the true god.
...I am probably the true god with the shortest existence time. I was killed in less than a minute, and then resurrected. I am not as good as the emperor at that time. Haha...The only advantage left now is that my status is already a fool. As long as the active consciousness of the heavenly master is solved, I can recycle all the characteristics at any time and become a "fool" again.
He let out a long breath, looked up at the puppets that contained the characteristics of "Secret Servant" and "Star Key", and added a layer of seal to them with some concern to prevent the characteristics from aggregating due to being too close.
"Why didn't I see you were so cautious before?" Russell looked at Klein's action of adding seals to his puppets and joked.
Klein shook his head and explained:
"This is a necessary insurance policy. The previous actions were based on a relatively mature and complete plan, and I have no room to retreat. It seems thrilling, but it is actually within expectations."
Klein's answer made Russell stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled:
"It fits the style of you 'fortune tellers'. Sometimes you are timid, and sometimes you are surprisingly reckless."
Klein did not dwell on this topic. After separating the redundant "secret servant" characteristics, the revived Tianzun consciousness in his body has been reduced to a tolerable bottom. Under the balance of faith, he finally adjusted his mental state to a better level.
He raised his hand and asked Gehrman Sparrow, Dwayne Dantes and Merlin Hermes to find a high-backed chair to sit down, then looked at the "Goddess of Night" on the side and nodded gently:
"Thank you for your help, my condition has stabilized."
"In the future, I will try to fabricate some humanity for my secret puppets so that they can also accept the faith of believers, and gradually wear away the spiritual imprint of the Heavenly Lord in the Beyonder characteristics. After it is safe, I will try to accommodate them again and become a true "Fool."
"After taking back the authority of the "Gate", I don't have to worry about Amon suddenly appearing in front of me at any time."
After a slight pause, Klein continued, "I will try my best to completely master the Western Continent before the seal is opened. "Control the 'Source Castle' and help you fight against the 'Eternal Darkness River'."
"The Goddess of Night" nodded gently and said:
"You have plenty of time to do these things. There is no need to rush to take back the 'wrong' authority. This can be done after you have completely mastered the 'Source Castle'."
"The 'True Creator' also needs time to integrate Adam's divinity and regain control of the 'Chaos Sea'. The 'Knowledgeable One' also needs time. Only by becoming the 'Demon of Knowledge' can He break through the seal of the Western Continent."
"During the remaining relatively quiet time, you can use different identities to carry out real activities and find more anchors for you and your secret doll."
"Don't forget the 'Country of Disorder' that I need." Roselle emphasized.
Without waiting for Klein's response, he continued:
"There are also the most troublesome 'mother nest' and 'shadow world'. Once the seal of the western continent is lifted, if these two source materials cannot be disposed of or re-sealed in time, the two on the moon will definitely frantically infiltrate the power and try to pollute and regain control of them. At that time, the end of the world may come early."
"Thinking carefully, I actually hope that guy can open the seal of the western continent later, or even throw part of the source material back to the starry sky directly, so that some of the outer gods of the starry sky can leave the solar system."
Klein shook his head and denied Russell's sigh: "Even if we want to throw the source material back to the starry sky, we have to wait until the barrier left by the original disappears."
After a slight pause, He turned his head to look at the "Goddess of Night" and asked:
"In order to deal with the doomsday, what arrangements have the major churches made? Do they plan to clean up the cultists of the Rose School in the southern continent who believe in the 'Mother Tree of Desire' and the 'Original Moon'?"
"Goddess of Night" nodded gently, and said in a gentle voice without much emotion:
"In this regard, the gods of the star realm and the 'True Creator' have reached a consensus. The major churches will allocate some personnel to go to the southern continent to help clean up the cultists who believe in the gods outside the stars."
"If you want to participate, you can also allocate some personnel to go there. With the constraints of the 'True Creator', Amon will not embarrass them."
"I understand." Klein nodded heavily and responded.
After communicating with the "Goddess of Night" and Roselle in the Deep Dark Kingdom for a while, Klein ended the grafting and let the ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence return to the gray fog.
Klein glanced at the three secret dolls sitting on both sides of the mottled long table with different expressions. After a moment of silence, he said:
"'World', you go to the sea, clean up the Rose School's power on the sea, and help the expansion of the Church of Fools. I need more anchors."
"Yes, respected Mr. 'Fool'."
German Sparrow, who was at the bottom of the mottled long table, stood up from his chair, bowed slightly and saluted.
Nodding, Klein looked at Merlin Hermes and Dwayne Dantes again.
These two secret dolls each contain a part of the characteristics of the 'Secret Servant'. Although the characteristics have been divided into three parts by themselves, the spirit of the Heavenly Venerable still exists. They are relatively dangerous and may suddenly lose control at some point.
"Go find Angerwede and let him weave a suitable humanity for you, and then spread the faith... Forget it, you just need to spread your name, wait, it's better for me to do these things myself, I don't want some deviant beliefs to appear among my believers."
After speaking, Klein sighed again. The previous fight with Amon awakened Tianzun's consciousness too much. Although he has separated the characteristics into different secret dolls, it is not absolutely safe, especially when Amon has not suffered too much damage.
Merlin Hermes and Dwayne Dantes stood up at the same time and bowed to Klein, who was at the head of the mottled long table:
"I will obey your will."
Soon, only Klein was left in the ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence. He sat at the head of the mottled long table, rubbed his forehead tiredly, and sighed:
"Everything has finally come to an end for the time being. I wonder what the situation is on the Western Continent sealed by the gray fog."
.....
In the Western Continent, in the center of the dark wilderness where countless figures were swaying, the tower that penetrated the illusory starry sky seemed to be glowing, covering the entire wilderness with a layer of dim, unclear, and colorless hazy light.
In the light, it seemed that a large number of illusory things extended out, turning into pieces of light spots, randomly interweaving and reorganizing.
Some of them come from the past, some from the future, and some exist in the present. They are a kind of projection of information, evolving wantonly in the wilderness, as if looking back at the past of this world and deducing the countless possible futures.
At a certain moment, the surroundings suddenly dimmed, and all the light and information were absorbed into the tower.
In the pure darkness, an eye reflecting bright light opened, the second eye, the third eye...
One after another, eyes grew in the darkness. These eyes flashed pure light, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but they seemed quite indifferent and without temperature.
They looked at everything indifferently, like observers outside the world, looking indifferently and calculating the various developments of civilization.
Silently, these eyes began to move, as if they were on a dark curtain, being dragged to the center.
Then starlight began to fall from the sky, illuminating the dark wilderness again.
The darkness that kept converging towards the center gradually became heavy, as if it was about to grow hands, feet and a head. The dark curtain that grew eyes turned into a somewhat illusory black classical robe with a hood, which was draped over the dark body covered with eyes.
Under the hood, there was no face, only a deep and slowly rotating ball of star sand.
On the dark hands and feet that looked like a mummy, eyes looked around, as if they were the real body, and the dark and shriveled hands and feet below were just a dispensable carrier.
After being absent-minded for a long time, he gradually came back to his senses. Rays of starlight fell from the sky, and the moment they touched the wilderness, they turned into various shapes, including machines, humans, plants, dragons and giants...
On the various shapes condensed by the bright starlight, colors emerged like ink splashes, and quickly solidified, making these creations condensed by the starlight become real and vivid.
The steam train roared on the rails, and in the air, there was a giant dragon traveling with it. They passed by giants who used giant trees as wooden stakes, passed by docks where ships docked, passed by prosperous and bustling cities, gradually expanding villages, and towering steeple churches...
Everything was harmonious as if it was a picture scroll, a utopia that only existed in books and stories.
"For me, knowledge is no longer abstract. They have real colors, shapes, preferences and powers. As long as they exist, they are real."
"As long as I want, civilization can evolve in the direction I want at any time, and all the creatures that make up civilization will not notice it, even demigods."
"My thoughts and ideas are like violent waves in the sea of collective subconsciousness. The seawater and floating islands within the range can only passively accept the change of thinking, and they are even unaware of it."
While whispering to himself, under the hood of the classical black robe, the slowly rotating star sand gradually became transparent, and a face very similar to Renekton emerged.