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Observing the emotional colors of the young man from the City of Silver, Klein instantly understood the problem. Maintaining his posture, he calmly added, "I've organized a gathering here, with people similar to you. You can exchange items that you or the City of Silver might need."
"However, for the next two days, it's best if you don't go out and try to avoid staying in the same room as others."
Derrick breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the parchment that suddenly appeared before him, he wrote while responding in a low, somewhat nervous voice, "Thank you for your generosity. What price do I need to pay to join your gathering?"
Based on his control over this gray fog space, Klein had already learned the "Divine Blood Warrior" potion formula without even needing to retrieve the parchment:
"Main ingredients: Iron-backed Rhinoceros's horn, 20 grams of Magic-patterned Worm powder."
"Supplementary ingredients: 100 milliliters of pure water, 10 grams of Dragon Blood Grass."
Another potion formula... Klein restrained the curve of his lips, tapping his fingers lightly on the table's edge.
"I am a Fool who loves long histories. You only need to tell me the history of the City of Silver as you know it."
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The crimson light receded, and Klein watched as the young man opposite him turned into a phantom and gradually dispersed.
The Creator of Everything... Omnipotent and Omniscient God... Klein leaned back, repeating the keywords from "Sun" Derrick's earlier words in his mind.
He was not unfamiliar with "The Creator of Everything"; the Creator mentioned in The Book of Storms, The Revelation of Night, and folk legends had similar titles, and the "True Creator" worshipped by secret organizations like the Aurora Order was also described similarly.
However, "Omnipotent and Omniscient God" was the first time Klein had heard it in this world. Neither the Evernight Goddess, the Lord of Storms, nor the mysterious Lord of Order had ever claimed to be Omnipotent and Omniscient.
Another member duped, no, another member developed... Klein reined in his thoughts, then couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, mocking the current strength of the Tarot Club:
The leader, the "The Fool," was only Sequence 8, and had just advanced at that.
And the City of Silver, which "Sun" said had no hope, possessed at least three high-ranking powerhouses at Sequence 4!
Sighing, Klein took out the citrine pendant. Previously, to deal with the inevitable inspection from the Church, he had put aside the matters of Baron Lamud's first generation and Mr. Azik, which he had learned from exploring the ancient castle, and had not yet dealt with them.
"I should tell the Nighthawks about Mr. Azik's matter."
Looking at the divinatory statement manifested on the parchment, he performed a pendulum divination.
The answer from this pendulum divination was a counter-clockwise rotation, meaning "should not tell"!
Putting down the citrine pendant, Klein, who always followed his instincts, thought for a few seconds and decided to try "dream divination" again to be safe.
This time, his divinatory statement became "The consequences of concealing Mr. Azik's related matters within the Nighthawks."
Holding the parchment, after silently reciting it seven times, he leaned back and entered a slumber through meditation.
In that illusory, hazy, fragmented world, he saw himself, sinking and struggling in a sea of blood.
At that moment, a hand reached out and pulled him from the sea of blood. The owner of this hand was Azik, with bronze skin and tiny black moles near his ears.
The scene shattered and reassembled. Klein saw himself inside a dark, cold mausoleum, with coffins all around him lying open.
Azik stood beside him, gazing at the front, seemingly searching for something.
Just then, Klein exited the dream and once again saw the illusory, grayish-white, boundless mist.
"The symbolism of the dream just now is that if I conceal matters related to Mr. Azik for him, then when I fall into a certain crisis in the future, I will receive his help."
Klein crossed his hands, resting them on his chin, but his brows furrowed. After the recent recollection, he realized he seemed to have overlooked something.
He had actually forgotten to divine the identity of the mysterious person who stole Mr. Azik's descendant's skull, which was very unusual for a "Seer."
A bad premonition surfaced in his mind. Klein didn't hesitate and immediately performed another dream divination. In the hazy dream, he once again saw the somewhat familiar red chimney.
This... Klein's heart pounded violently. Even without a mirror, he could tell his expression was very grim at the moment.
Did the mastermind living in the red-chimney house, besides secretly creating coincidences, also come to Lamud's ancient castle and take the head of that black full-armored knight?
What exactly does he want to do? What is his true purpose?
Looking at the seemingly unchanging grayish-white mist, Klein took a deep breath. This wasn't entirely bad; at least he now had a common enemy with the equally mysterious Mr. Azik.
Having made up his mind, Klein didn't linger. He extended his spirituality, enveloped himself, and plummeted downwards.
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In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the frequency of lightning streaking across the night sky became denser. At the edge of the square with the dilapidated mummy covered in thorny roses, Cavendish opened his eyes.
Arianna's Night Emblem hovered above his head, emitting tranquil and peaceful fluctuations that smoothed the deep Darkness outside the bonfire. Cavendish, however, frowned, looking at the two items before him that were like dead objects with no aura fluctuations.
A silver-white light cluster covered in wriggling blood threads, and an illusory object shrouded in dark mist, which could only be sensed by those holding the Night Emblem.
His mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, but his wildly warning spiritual intuition made Cavendish dare not divine rashly, especially in such a dangerous place as the Forsaken Land of the Gods. After praying in his heart and receiving a response, he no longer hesitated, retrieving items from the historical mist and setting up the Sacrifice and Bestowal ritual.
Watching the mysterious and ancient "Door of Sacrifice" form and slowly open, Cavendish gently held up the silver-white light cluster and the dark mist with both hands, throwing them into the gap of the illusory gate, into the deep, boundless Darkness behind the Door.
Patterns on the dark-gold double Door lit up one by one. The void Darkness suddenly gained substance, seemingly forming an invisible barrier that blocked the silver-white light cluster just past the double Door, leaving it floating, unable to move forward.
Above the throne, Aaron, who had been observing, instantly noticed the anomaly.
"Indeed, the seal of the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods' restricts high-level items. However, I am closely related to the 'Nation of Disorder' and can use it to respond, but this cannot exceed a certain limit."
"However, that fragment of the divine kingdom is at most a remnant of an ancient god; it's inherently incomplete. Even if it's related to a Uniqueness, the connection won't be too deep, so this kind of barrier isn't impossible to overcome."
Aaron frowned slightly at this scene. After integrating the Black Emperor card into his body to further elevate his Beyonder characteristic, he suppressed the repulsion from the "Nation of Disorder" itself, attempting to leverage the power of the Sefirah to influence that barrier.
At the same time, the dark mist, also blocked within the dark-gold double Door, seemed to gain a life of its own, directly covering and enveloping the silver-white light cluster.
Aaron, who had already activated his incomplete mythical creature form, keenly noticed that the resistance suddenly weakened by more than half. Following his spiritual intuition, he immediately raised the "Sun Chaser Scepter" in his hand, and a dense dark-gold mist poured into the now substantial void Darkness.
A crisp sound, as if echoing deep within the Spirit Body, reverberated. The deep, illusory shadow instantly vanished into the rippling barrier.
Deep within the Forsaken Land of the Gods, at the peak of a mountain, stood a massive cross, between reality and illusion.
A blurred figure was Hanged Man there, with several ancient wooden stakes piercing his body, stained with still-flowing but not dripping blood, nailing him to the cross.
An illusory, unreal crisp sound echoed across this desolate land. The Hanged Man figure on the massive cross suddenly faded, spreading into a curtain of shadow that connected the sky above and the earth below. Behind the curtain, a pair of cold eyes seemed to be watching the entire world.
The next second, the shadow curtain split open, revealing a dark, lightless interior, with faint echoes of illusory tides. A wisp of dark-gold mist was exhaled, landing before those cold eyes.
In the central part of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the "Angel of Holy Word" Steph, who was searching for blasphemers, stopped. He slowly knelt, his expression solemn and devout, closing his eyes, and praying in a low voice.
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The giant formed by dark-gold mist looked down at the items flying out of the dark-gold double Door. Aaron, who had activated his incomplete mythical creature form, suddenly felt an inexplicable irritation.
Before he could ponder, the illusory shadow originally attached to the surface seemed to have exhausted its power, flung out by the suddenly expanding silver-white moonlight, transforming into an unreal, void crystal that fell into the corner of the grand palace.
The entire "Nation of Disorder" reacted, like water boiling to a fever pitch.
Vast power, like boiling steam, spontaneously activated, converging into a torrent that completely submerged, layer by layer, and tightly bound the suddenly expanding silver-white moonlight and dense yin power.
As the controller of the Sefirah, Aaron clearly sensed that the fluctuations generated by the two opposing forces had nearly reached the level of a King of Angels. The power spontaneously activated by the Sefirah far exceeded the level Aaron himself could mobilize.
Feeling the Sefirah's rampage, Aaron, who had been in his semi-mythical creature form, did not stand idly by. For him, this was also a rare opportunity.
A surging dark-gold mist, carrying a brilliant chaotic crown embedded with a reddish-gold eyeball at its top, appeared above Aaron's head. It was precisely the most precious "Crown of Chaos" from the Specter Empire.
Golden threads emerged from the reddish-gold eyeball, carrying awe-inspiring majesty directly into the dark-gold vortex that enveloped the silver-white brilliance.
The chaotic strangeness within the grand palace paused for a moment. The two entangled forces were abruptly separated, becoming two distinct worlds.
In his own territory, Aaron, using his incomplete mythical creature form and the Sefirah's enhancement, manipulated the "Crown of Chaos" to collect and gather the destruction caused by the two forces.
This peculiar sensation lasted only for an instant. The incorporeal dark-gold giant nearly disintegrated. From the brilliant stars covering the dome, vast and complex prayers echoed, soothing the backlash from using the "Crown of Chaos."
Aaron, catching his breath, didn't hesitate at all, throwing the crown from his head directly towards the two worlds that were about to merge.
In the suddenly erupting tide of power, an object abruptly appeared, manifesting before Aaron, who was unable to sustain his incomplete mythical creature state.
It had a dark cover and an interior made of parchment, it was precisely Groselle's Travels!
Aaron, relying on his essence that could differentiate into "Mist of Order," collapsed into an illusory "bookmark" and embedded himself into this travelogue, using it to block the endless tide of power, enough to make an Angel change color.
Even with the buffer of the dark-gold mist, the seemingly unchanging palace developed cracks. The part closest to the center of power directly collapsed and fell, revealing the boundless dark-gold world outside.
The surging dark-gold mist slowly subsided. The dim silver crescent moon fell to the ground, no longer as violent as before, and a similarly much dimmer crown fell not far away.
The reddish-gold eyeball embedded at the top showed fine cracks in its pupil. The surrounding dark-gold mist was drawn into it, and those cracks gradually repaired themselves.
Just then, a pale hand pressed on the reddish-gold eyeball. Aaron, who had recovered his form, looked at the damaged "Crown of Chaos" in his hand, a smile playing on his lips.
This Sealed Artifact left by the Night Emperor contained the complete Beyonder characteristic from Sequence 1 to Sequence 9 of the "Justiciar" Pathway. This also led to its rather high Beyonder characteristic, and even with various means of enhancement, the power of the "Nation of Disorder" that could be mobilized was still directly shattered.
Even if it's an ally, I wouldn't feel at ease handing over an item of this level. It's very likely to leave hidden dangers, not to mention the need to pay corresponding compensation.
Aaron, who was only at Sequence 4, could only rely on this place, which belonged to the highest level of the "Justiciar" Pathway, to effectively suppress and gradually dissolve and differentiate it over time.
But since obtaining this Sealed Artifact, my separation stopped abruptly at Sequence 4. The Sequence 3 "Chaos Hunter" Beyonder characteristic, which I most desired and needed, has been elusive.
And the only ones who control the "Justiciar" Pathway are the Castiya family and the Augustus family. Unlike Loen, even with Arrodes's help, Aaron would find it very difficult to accurately hunt a "Chaos Hunter" in the unfamiliar Feysac.
Startling the snake would easily attract the attention of the Castiya family's "Hand of Order," making the benefits uncertain and the risks extremely high.
And the only "Chaos Hunter" I know of is Prince Grove. Unlike Qonas Kilgor, who has already become a Beyonder characteristic, Prince Grove, who holds a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, ranks among the top five in the Augustus family.
Such a powerhouse, who absolutely knows the secrets of George III, if attacked, would directly make me lose the advantage of foresight and bring uncontrollable changes.
Before I have the strength to overturn the table, it's better to develop discreetly.
Chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind. Looking at the shattered reddish-gold pupil, Aaron's spirituality diffused. With the suppression of the Nation of Disorder's Beyonder characteristic, he finally succeeded in separating that "Chaos Hunter" Beyonder characteristic.
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