The boundless grey mist boiled, and the ancient and majestic palaces were burning everywhere.
The blazing flames condensed into a ball, as if a bright and white sun rose in this mysterious space.
The whimpering hurricane blew over the mottled long table, blew off the thick stone pillars, causing half of the palace to collapse.
Klein, who was sitting in the Fool's position, first boiled, then many holes exploded, and charred worms crawled out of the fracture surface.
He was not dead, and even stretched out his right palm very calmly and tapped the armrest of the high-back chair.
The mysterious space above the gray fog then showed obvious shocks, and the power surged out layer by layer, smoothing out the hurricane, extinguishing the flames, and allowing the blazing sun to dissipate inch by inch.
The thick stone pillars stood up again, the mottled long table returned to its original state, and the magnificent and sacred palace seemed to have never collapsed or damaged.
Klein's head instantly recovered, and the worms that emerged faded away from charred, returned to transparency, and crawled back.
It's indeed stronger than the 'Dragon of Imagination' Angelweed... While Klein was muttering to himself, his expression twisted uncontrollably. He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his forehead. It hurts... The pain is obviously stronger...
While whispering, he tapped the edge of the mottled long table, causing the mysterious space above the gray fog to start shaking again.
Amid the shock, a dark and rich shadow suddenly appeared on the ground of the palace.
The shadow was twisted and struggled, but in the end it was cleaned up by the power of the gray fog without any residue.
It took several dozen seconds before Klein truly eased up and recalled the scene he saw just now:
That should be the ancient sun god, the creator of Silver City, the father of Amon and Adam...
Judging from the cross ornaments he wore and the saying "There is light", He is really likely to be the first time traveler, perhaps for European and American people, and probably also has a church background...
He used a language that mobilized the power of nature, similar to the Giant language, but different, and did not belong to the Elf language, the Dragon language, the Ancient Hemis language... Well, it has similarities with the Ancient Fosak language in the Northern Continent and the Dutan language in the Southern Continent, so that although I did not master this language, I could barely understand what He was saying... Is this the language He mastered in that strange gray-white building?
He traveled there and inherited a rich legacy?
The second scene is the scene before He was betrayed and was eaten by the three angel kings of Pure White, Wisdom and Wind?
For a god who claims to be the Creator, the substantial pain and distortion may only occur in this state...
Well, the divine blood dripping before His fall merged with the silver cross, changing the form of the latter and making it a seal of great level.
It seems that this "Darkless Cross" was either taken by one of the three angel kings of Pure White, Wisdom and Wind, or fell into the hands of Amon or Adam. For them, this is an important relics of the father.
The previous one may not be too high. The positive and negative effects of this cross are very useful, and the origin is a secret that must be concealed. No one will give it to the Augustus family... In this way, it really was arranged by Adam?
What was He who gave the "Darkless Cross" naturally and reasonably to the "Magician" or the "Judgement" Miss?
Through certain observations, He has discovered that those two ladies believe in the "fool"?
Is this cross for the "fool" who does not belong to this era?
He wondered where did He not belong to the father of that era come from?But the question is, how does He plan to ask questions and how to get answers?
The Creator of Silver City was really high. He actually noticed my "spying" through a long history, and turned his eyes to the gray fog and this mysterious space. In addition to the damage on the surface, the impact caused was also caused by the erosion in the secret, which produced a strange shadow, which almost lurked down...
Does this mean that after mastering the authority in multiple fields, the person of the gods will also undergo a qualitative change?
What does the whispering "mysterious" mean?Is it me, or the original owner of this mysterious space?
Questions flashed through Klein's mind, giving him a lot of guesses, but it was difficult to get the final answer.
Based on his fear of Adam, he felt that the ending of this Dark Cross was shattered by the God-level seal of the Silver City, and it was better to reorganize it into pure extraordinary characteristics.
Constrained his thoughts and pressed his doubts back to his heart. Klein showed up a new paper and pen, writing down the knowledge he had just seen looking directly at the Creator of Silver City:
Sequence 4: The Dark Without.
Main material: a drop of the divine blood of the ‘Sun’, or a piece of three tail feathers of the adult sun bird plus a piece of divine glory.
Auxiliary materials: 60 ml of the Sun God Bird's blood, 30 ml of the Holy Glory Stone companion liquid, 7 drops of mutant bergamot juice, and 10 grams of magma heart powder.
Ritual: Split out the strongest and least willing emotions, then take potions, and reintroduce these emotions in the process.
Sequence 3: The Justice Mentor…
Sequence 4: Black Knight…
Sequence 3: Three Holy Temples…
After doing these things, Klein picked up the copper-green cross again and looked at it with a calm expression.
Then he threw the dark cross into the pile of debris and mobilized the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog to suppress it, so that the next time he came up, the paper people he cut had begun to praise the sun.
…………
Joewood District, in front of a normal house.
The postman on the bike pinched the brakes and stopped at the door.
He then put the car on his back seat and took out a letter from the mailbag, looking at whether the address was correct.
It was here... for rest... The postman quickly walked to the mailbox, threw the letter in his hand in it, and then got back on the car without delay and pedaled away.
After a while, a layer of black flame suddenly rose from the delivery port of the mailbox.
The flame burned quietly and disappeared quickly.
…………
Queens, in the Hall's luxury villa.
Audrey, who had been walking around the garden, had just returned to the hall when she saw her father, Earl Hall, coming in from outside, taking off her hat and scarf and handing it to her personal servant, frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.
Dad, what happened?Audrey asked with concern.
This is the most basic observation, she doesn't need to hide anything.
Earl Hall restrained his worries and smiled:
It's not a very important thing, but I didn't expect that Herwinlandbis was actually a member of the cult.
Is he a member of the cult?Audrey expressed her surprise appropriately.
She knew that Hewinlandbis was indeed a senior executive of the secret organization of the Psychological Alchemy, but she didn't understand how this matter was suddenly exposed.
Earl Hall nodded seriously:
Yes, he is being wanted by the three major churches.I don't know which cult is involved.
...Has he been caught?Audrey asked curiously, her eyes rolled slightly.
No, he was missing before he was wanted.Earl Hall sighed. It was really hard to imagine that he was a cult. He was very demeanor, knowledgeable, and had rational and pertinent views in all aspects.
That was just the side he wanted you to see... Audrey mumbled in her heart, and then, as usual, entered the small prayer room at home before dinner, faced the holy emblem of the goddess of the night, and posed in a prayer posture.
However, what she recited was:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
After reciting the name of the Lord, Audrey reported in a concise manner:
Herwinlandbis is missing.
He was classified as a cult and was wanted by the three major churches...
After saying this, Audrey was about to turn to pray to the goddess seriously when a large area of gray and white mist suddenly appeared in front of her.
In the middle of the gray and white mist, a blurred figure sat on the chair, nodding gently from a high place:
I see.
As soon as the secret existence finished speaking, the picture in front of Audrey suddenly changed, and a figure was presented that was concentrating on praying:
The great Mr. Fool, the Church of the Night received information from Chunaskorg, confirming that King George III had a great secret. For the remains of the "Blood Emperor" in the Stelli section of the Tassock River, he colluded with the Witch Clan and the Psychological Alchemy, trafficked humans, and created a case of missing persons, resulting in the Beckland smog tragedy...
The representative of the Witch Cult is the "Desperate Nightingale" Panatia in the early stage, the "White Saint" Katerina in the later stage, and the Psychological Alchemist is Hewinlandbis...
Please remind Miss ‘Justice’ that when she meets Herwinlandbis again, be careful and always be prepared to ask for assistance.
His Majesty the King... Audrey's eyes were slightly wide open, and her heart was suddenly fluctuating and unable to control herself.
On the one hand, this is because the news shocked her as a nobleman, and on the other hand, it is because the lies accessories she carries have an amplification effect on her emotions.
Almost at the same time, a report flashed through Audrey's mind, which left a very deep impression on her:
...According to preliminary statistics, a total of more than 21,000 people died directly in the smog, and the subsequent plague took away nearly 40,000 people, including many young children and strong young men and women...
So that's it...what the king is planning...The three major churches should not have obtained actual evidence, otherwise my father would not have had the same level of trouble as before...Audrey was inexplicably angry and sad, just as a rule that had been insisted on in the past was ruthlessly trampled on, just like a certain value that had been established for a long time collapsed silently.
She subconsciously lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Immediately afterwards, she took a light breath and whispered:
Thank you, Mr. Fool, and please convey my gratitude to Mr. World.
After the prayer was over, Audrey sat in the quiet darkness, not moving for a long time.
The blazing flames condensed into a ball, as if a bright and white sun rose in this mysterious space.
The whimpering hurricane blew over the mottled long table, blew off the thick stone pillars, causing half of the palace to collapse.
Klein, who was sitting in the Fool's position, first boiled, then many holes exploded, and charred worms crawled out of the fracture surface.
He was not dead, and even stretched out his right palm very calmly and tapped the armrest of the high-back chair.
The mysterious space above the gray fog then showed obvious shocks, and the power surged out layer by layer, smoothing out the hurricane, extinguishing the flames, and allowing the blazing sun to dissipate inch by inch.
The thick stone pillars stood up again, the mottled long table returned to its original state, and the magnificent and sacred palace seemed to have never collapsed or damaged.
Klein's head instantly recovered, and the worms that emerged faded away from charred, returned to transparency, and crawled back.
It's indeed stronger than the 'Dragon of Imagination' Angelweed... While Klein was muttering to himself, his expression twisted uncontrollably. He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his forehead. It hurts... The pain is obviously stronger...
While whispering, he tapped the edge of the mottled long table, causing the mysterious space above the gray fog to start shaking again.
Amid the shock, a dark and rich shadow suddenly appeared on the ground of the palace.
The shadow was twisted and struggled, but in the end it was cleaned up by the power of the gray fog without any residue.
It took several dozen seconds before Klein truly eased up and recalled the scene he saw just now:
That should be the ancient sun god, the creator of Silver City, the father of Amon and Adam...
Judging from the cross ornaments he wore and the saying "There is light", He is really likely to be the first time traveler, perhaps for European and American people, and probably also has a church background...
He used a language that mobilized the power of nature, similar to the Giant language, but different, and did not belong to the Elf language, the Dragon language, the Ancient Hemis language... Well, it has similarities with the Ancient Fosak language in the Northern Continent and the Dutan language in the Southern Continent, so that although I did not master this language, I could barely understand what He was saying... Is this the language He mastered in that strange gray-white building?
He traveled there and inherited a rich legacy?
The second scene is the scene before He was betrayed and was eaten by the three angel kings of Pure White, Wisdom and Wind?
For a god who claims to be the Creator, the substantial pain and distortion may only occur in this state...
Well, the divine blood dripping before His fall merged with the silver cross, changing the form of the latter and making it a seal of great level.
It seems that this "Darkless Cross" was either taken by one of the three angel kings of Pure White, Wisdom and Wind, or fell into the hands of Amon or Adam. For them, this is an important relics of the father.
The previous one may not be too high. The positive and negative effects of this cross are very useful, and the origin is a secret that must be concealed. No one will give it to the Augustus family... In this way, it really was arranged by Adam?
What was He who gave the "Darkless Cross" naturally and reasonably to the "Magician" or the "Judgement" Miss?
Through certain observations, He has discovered that those two ladies believe in the "fool"?
Is this cross for the "fool" who does not belong to this era?
He wondered where did He not belong to the father of that era come from?But the question is, how does He plan to ask questions and how to get answers?
The Creator of Silver City was really high. He actually noticed my "spying" through a long history, and turned his eyes to the gray fog and this mysterious space. In addition to the damage on the surface, the impact caused was also caused by the erosion in the secret, which produced a strange shadow, which almost lurked down...
Does this mean that after mastering the authority in multiple fields, the person of the gods will also undergo a qualitative change?
What does the whispering "mysterious" mean?Is it me, or the original owner of this mysterious space?
Questions flashed through Klein's mind, giving him a lot of guesses, but it was difficult to get the final answer.
Based on his fear of Adam, he felt that the ending of this Dark Cross was shattered by the God-level seal of the Silver City, and it was better to reorganize it into pure extraordinary characteristics.
Constrained his thoughts and pressed his doubts back to his heart. Klein showed up a new paper and pen, writing down the knowledge he had just seen looking directly at the Creator of Silver City:
Sequence 4: The Dark Without.
Main material: a drop of the divine blood of the ‘Sun’, or a piece of three tail feathers of the adult sun bird plus a piece of divine glory.
Auxiliary materials: 60 ml of the Sun God Bird's blood, 30 ml of the Holy Glory Stone companion liquid, 7 drops of mutant bergamot juice, and 10 grams of magma heart powder.
Ritual: Split out the strongest and least willing emotions, then take potions, and reintroduce these emotions in the process.
Sequence 3: The Justice Mentor…
Sequence 4: Black Knight…
Sequence 3: Three Holy Temples…
After doing these things, Klein picked up the copper-green cross again and looked at it with a calm expression.
Then he threw the dark cross into the pile of debris and mobilized the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog to suppress it, so that the next time he came up, the paper people he cut had begun to praise the sun.
…………
Joewood District, in front of a normal house.
The postman on the bike pinched the brakes and stopped at the door.
He then put the car on his back seat and took out a letter from the mailbag, looking at whether the address was correct.
It was here... for rest... The postman quickly walked to the mailbox, threw the letter in his hand in it, and then got back on the car without delay and pedaled away.
After a while, a layer of black flame suddenly rose from the delivery port of the mailbox.
The flame burned quietly and disappeared quickly.
…………
Queens, in the Hall's luxury villa.
Audrey, who had been walking around the garden, had just returned to the hall when she saw her father, Earl Hall, coming in from outside, taking off her hat and scarf and handing it to her personal servant, frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.
Dad, what happened?Audrey asked with concern.
This is the most basic observation, she doesn't need to hide anything.
Earl Hall restrained his worries and smiled:
It's not a very important thing, but I didn't expect that Herwinlandbis was actually a member of the cult.
Is he a member of the cult?Audrey expressed her surprise appropriately.
She knew that Hewinlandbis was indeed a senior executive of the secret organization of the Psychological Alchemy, but she didn't understand how this matter was suddenly exposed.
Earl Hall nodded seriously:
Yes, he is being wanted by the three major churches.I don't know which cult is involved.
...Has he been caught?Audrey asked curiously, her eyes rolled slightly.
No, he was missing before he was wanted.Earl Hall sighed. It was really hard to imagine that he was a cult. He was very demeanor, knowledgeable, and had rational and pertinent views in all aspects.
That was just the side he wanted you to see... Audrey mumbled in her heart, and then, as usual, entered the small prayer room at home before dinner, faced the holy emblem of the goddess of the night, and posed in a prayer posture.
However, what she recited was:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
After reciting the name of the Lord, Audrey reported in a concise manner:
Herwinlandbis is missing.
He was classified as a cult and was wanted by the three major churches...
After saying this, Audrey was about to turn to pray to the goddess seriously when a large area of gray and white mist suddenly appeared in front of her.
In the middle of the gray and white mist, a blurred figure sat on the chair, nodding gently from a high place:
I see.
As soon as the secret existence finished speaking, the picture in front of Audrey suddenly changed, and a figure was presented that was concentrating on praying:
The great Mr. Fool, the Church of the Night received information from Chunaskorg, confirming that King George III had a great secret. For the remains of the "Blood Emperor" in the Stelli section of the Tassock River, he colluded with the Witch Clan and the Psychological Alchemy, trafficked humans, and created a case of missing persons, resulting in the Beckland smog tragedy...
The representative of the Witch Cult is the "Desperate Nightingale" Panatia in the early stage, the "White Saint" Katerina in the later stage, and the Psychological Alchemist is Hewinlandbis...
Please remind Miss ‘Justice’ that when she meets Herwinlandbis again, be careful and always be prepared to ask for assistance.
His Majesty the King... Audrey's eyes were slightly wide open, and her heart was suddenly fluctuating and unable to control herself.
On the one hand, this is because the news shocked her as a nobleman, and on the other hand, it is because the lies accessories she carries have an amplification effect on her emotions.
Almost at the same time, a report flashed through Audrey's mind, which left a very deep impression on her:
...According to preliminary statistics, a total of more than 21,000 people died directly in the smog, and the subsequent plague took away nearly 40,000 people, including many young children and strong young men and women...
So that's it...what the king is planning...The three major churches should not have obtained actual evidence, otherwise my father would not have had the same level of trouble as before...Audrey was inexplicably angry and sad, just as a rule that had been insisted on in the past was ruthlessly trampled on, just like a certain value that had been established for a long time collapsed silently.
She subconsciously lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Immediately afterwards, she took a light breath and whispered:
Thank you, Mr. Fool, and please convey my gratitude to Mr. World.
After the prayer was over, Audrey sat in the quiet darkness, not moving for a long time.
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