As the King of Angels who once controlled Origin Castle and contained uniqueness and two sequences of one characteristic, "Mystery" is not inferior to any single-channel true god in terms of strength.
And because of his control over the essence, he can even mobilize the authority of adjacent sequences and use the power of "doors" and "errors".
For Him, He can completely use the authority of the three pathways at the same time and coordinate with each other to achieve some abilities that were originally limited by the sequence itself and could not be used.
For example, the "fooling" rule determines the outcome of a matter, by making "errors" and with the blessing of the "door", Angelweed and his own personality clone are completely confused, making the underlying laws of the world think that the personality clone is the real one.
The operation of the body was certified as the original fact, thus bringing Angelweed, who was hiding far away, in front of the "mystery".
Looking from afar at this "mysterious" dragon king who was completely under his control and who once dominated the situation, no, Zhou Mingrui seemed to have recovered the middle-class feeling he had when he was young in the old days, feeling that the world is just like
Under your own control, you can bring about changes in the entire world with the movement of your fingers.
"No, what am I thinking about?" His thoughts stopped abruptly, and he shook his head blankly. The outer skin built on Ambrosius's body became even more fragmented, and golden lines and rhombus-shaped patterns appeared on the surface of the starry insect.
Circular undulations.
"What did I do when I came out of Origin Castle?"
"The true gods of the star world won't find me, right?"
"Secret" mechanically repeated the plan he had "thought out", but the chaos in his mind became more and more obvious, his memory was blurred and confused, and it was difficult to find a clue.
His fingers have shrunk, and the space surrounding his entire personality has been compressed to the size of a jewelry box, held in his palm made of pure worms.
At the last moment, "Secret" seemed to remember something and stopped moving towards Angelweed's body, but only intercepted a clone of his personality.
At the same time, driven by some miraculous power, an island in the subconscious ocean here suddenly became silent. A figure with a beard and a robe also appeared. There seemed to be several thick tentacles squirming in the robe under him, and from time to time he held up a
Blurred outlines of strands.
The leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, whose mental state was extremely unstable, was inexplicably attracted to this suburban village.
He even dived into the subconscious ocean here specifically.
At this moment, the two mythical creatures who both belong to the three pathways of Origin Castle felt a strong attraction at the same time, and their mutual desire for convergence hidden in the depths of their extraordinary characteristics and spirituality could not stop rising.
Among them, "Secret", who is obviously of higher status, is more impulsive. Under his dark robe, it seems that insects made of stars have clung to each other and condensed into thick tentacles. The golden lines on the robe gradually spread to the whole body, only on the face.
Although the details are blurred, the most basic human characteristics are still maintained.
At an endless height, above the gray mist, Klein was curiously watching the "mysterious" man who had lost his movements. Suddenly, murmurs echoed in his ears. Under the skin of the mimic body made of spiritual bodies, blood vessels swelled and were dark purple in color.
Almost black.
"Ah!" He kept rolling over on the high-backed stone chair in pain, as if thick steel nails were being inserted into his head that were constantly stirring. The pain was even stronger than when he was burned by the "Eternal Blazing Sun".
Stimulated by his repeated shrill howls, the calm and thin "sea surface" on the gray fog gradually began to ripple. Waves passed over his body layer by layer. The fragments of light in the fog of history were lit up, and a certain second era
In the fragments of time, a peaceful song sounded, calming Klein who was tortured by the mumbling.
This song seems to have traveled through time and space, soothing Zhou Mingrui from a foreign land - the cuddled worm on the top of the Honakis Mountain, Klein above the gray fog, and the "mysteries" in the subconscious ocean corresponding to the unknown village.
”, and at the same time I felt the long-lost peace.
The starlight was shining brightly under him, and the "mysterious" movement of raising his tentacles was stopped. The raised robe fell, and the golden pattern that exuded a faint light quickly faded, and the collapsed worm body gradually returned to its roughly human shape.
He glanced blankly with dark eyes, and the space fragments held in his right hand disappeared. His whole body suddenly collapsed, falling downwards without warning, wrapping up the entire dragon corpse, and then disappeared.
Zaratul, who was fighting against another existence that was constantly awakening in his heart, was a little confused. He didn't know what was going on with the planeswalker just now.
In other words, he could guess that it was the former believer of "Mystery", the angel who called himself "the tracer".
He originally thought that this angel, who had been in contact with him several times in Origin Castle, was out of control. Because there was too much essence of essence left in his body, there were changes that he didn't want to see.
But now it seems that all this is not so simple.
Rumble!
In the ocean of subconsciousness, cumulonimbus clouds that should not have appeared here gathered in the sky at some point, and illusory brass eyes emerged from the edge of the hazy sky, tearing open gaps everywhere.
Without warning, never-ending thunder fell from the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, and violent divine power continued to flow in from the gaps torn by the brass eyes. Every light spot around Zaratul expanded rapidly, and instantly condensed into
made several miniature suns.
The violent thunder mercilessly washed away Zarath, who had a long and thick white beard on his face. The wall of light constructed by the miniature sun almost enveloped the entire subconscious ocean. The brass eyes stared at the angel.
The light in his eyes twinkled.
Zaratul's dark eyes showed no emotion. Even though his body was almost collapsed, he remained so bland. However, the color on his body quickly faded and disappeared in streaks of lightning.
This is just an image in a historical gap, and His true body is still hidden in a fragment in the fog of history.
Long before setting off, He had already entered the fog of history from the headquarters of the Secret Order, a secret dilapidated palace.
Even the top "ancient scholar" today cannot find Him directly if he does not understand that period of history.
...
There was a flash of deep red, and two blurry figures appeared one after another beside the long bronze table above the gray mist.
Ambrosius, who was used as a vessel for the gods to descend, carried part of the gray mist in his body, and was a little broken. At this time, Ambrosius was sitting on a high-backed chair on the right side of the long table, with worms shining like stars constantly on his body.
Suddenly, his expression twisted in excitement.
At the top of the long table, the "mysterious" state was not that good. After returning, the golden lines on his robe became more obvious, a few beads of sweat appeared on his soft and beautiful face, and his figure became more unreal.
Ambrosius endured the pain and released the "trophy" that the Lord had finally contained in his body.
The space fragments wrapped around Angelweed and the "toy-like" dragon corpse appeared on the long table together.
After releasing these impurities, Ambrosius' condition improved a lot. He turned his head to the right and looked at the half body of the Lord that he had never seen before.
His deep eyes happened to meet Klein, who had escaped from the pain in advance. Although his spirit was still weak, he was also looking at him. With his strange and exotic style, he roughly guessed his identity.
Is this the original follower, Roman Ambrosius?
The angel who inherited the name of a magician or a nightmare on Earth?
Although Klein, who still had a tingling sensation in his temples, had many problems, he could still understand the atmosphere.
Obviously, after "Mystery" exerted its power and seemed to briefly intervene in the real world, his condition had deteriorated to the extreme. Even the angel who had endured part of the power seemed to be in poor condition.
If in Tingen, what Klein felt when he directly faced the heirs of the evil god was real oppression and fear, then now, the "mystery" that he is sitting upright with his eyes closed is the deep and terrifying temperament.
It's a bit funny and absurd, and just paying attention to it will completely confuse people's brains.
This is why Klein didn't dare to look at the state of his own body. His spiritual intuition was warning him frantically!
What on earth did they just do? Why did they consume so much?
Klein observed the two items on the long table with some curiosity. He looked at the dragon that was wrapped in space debris and "turned into a toy", and smacked his tongue slightly.
He did not expect that the giant dragon that he and Old Neil had only mentioned in casual chats could actually be seen in reality, and in such a way that it was almost a specimen!
However, why can I feel that the dragon trapped in the glass thing seems to have a heartbeat and is it still alive? Klein leaned forward with some doubts, but heard the slightly ethereal voice of "Mysterious"
, the warnings from spiritual intuition also stopped.
"That is the King of Dragons, a personality clone of Angelweed, which is approximately equal to the power of Incomplete Sequence Two."
"Secret" opened his eyes. Although his eyes were still black, they were no longer in the inhuman, dark and lightless state just now. They were a little more agile.
"You just went to catch this, uh, the Dragon King?" Klein pointed at the "specimen" on the table and asked carefully. He seemed to feel that it was not polite and changed his name midway.
He remembered that "The Sun" had said since childhood that the King of Dragons was a powerful ancient god, a true god who seemed to be in charge of the soul through the "audience" path.
"Secret" actually made a specimen of such a being and brought it back... Klein felt in a trance, suspecting that all this was just the other party's illusion.
But as if he saw Klein's doubts, "Secret" glanced at Ambrosius, who was watching the play silently, and took the initiative to explain without caring about the student's actions:
"He had already taken back his authority by the Creator of Silver City's faith in the Second Age. Now he is just an angel in the 'spectator' path. If it weren't for the preparations before his fall, he might not even be able to defeat Roman."
"And what you see now is just a clone of his personality, not his true body."
Personality clone? Shouldn't it be Longge's clone?
Although Klein was slanderous, he did not refute, but chose to obey authority.
"So what are you going to do with this dragon king's personality clone?" Klein, who didn't know a few terms related to authority very well and had almost no knowledge of that period of history, rubbed his chin and asked based on his own common sense.