"Unfortunately, the former King of Angels finally betrayed the Lord. Only the Angels of War and the Angels of Destiny followed him firmly..."
After a long compliment, Mr. A finally got to the point that Klein wanted to know.
Different from the various beautiful praises to the so-called "Glory Era" before, when he talked about the fall of the Creator, taking on the world's depravity, and incarnating as the true Creator, his tone was full of sadness and utter hatred.
"Pure White, Wisdom, Storm, these sinners were tempted by greed and coveted the authority of the Creator. They conspired in the palace and eventually brought disaster back to reality. The Lord had to bear the sins of the world to protect the world...
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Looking at the twisted and beautiful face, Klein, who had been bowing his head in thought, gently raised his head and asked abruptly:
"I remember there should be eight kings of angels?"
"Yes, in addition to the three most despicable betrayers, there are two more who still follow our lord." Mr. A was not surprised that Klein knew these past histories. In his opinion, this should be
The most basic record in the Holy Scriptures.
"What about the remaining three? I have never seen their names in many classics."
Klein stared at Mr. A's eyes, watching the changes in the aura of the other person's spiritual body, as if he wanted to read more from them.
Mr. A, who kept talking endlessly, finally fell silent.
He looked outside the house in the direction of the shrine of the true Creator, and murmured as if in a dream:
"The remaining three are extensions of the Lord."
The Lord's...extension?
With his eyebrows slightly raised, Klein couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He had seen a similar description in another god's holy book.
Antigonus is also an extension of "Secret", but before that, she was a great noble of the Fourth Age, suspected to be the descendant of the ancient god Fregra.
Mr. A, who was staring in the direction of the shrine, continued to murmur.
"Angels of time and angels of fantasy, they are the descendants of the Lord, and they are existences given authority by the Lord."
"And the last one, Dark Angel, was the former vice-queen of heaven, and she died in the disaster."
The dim light swayed with the dance of the flames. Klein thought about these three words, and there was no sense of relief in his heart that his doubts had been solved.
If he remembered correctly, "Mysterious"'s diary seemed to have mentioned something about her students and the descendants of the ancient sun god.
And the authority was given to the angel of time and the angel of fantasy?
Time should be the power controlled by "mystery", and fantasy should correspond to... "audience"?
In other words, the ancient sun god gave his children the authority needed for the "mystery" and at the same time gave a part of himself to another person.
"Singer", "sailor", "reader", "secret prayer", and "audience" are indeed interchangeable sequences.
"Your Excellency, you seem to care about the King of Angels?"
Mr. A's deep voice suddenly came to mind, breaking Klein's thinking.
His calm blood-red eyes were groping in the darkness, as if trying to grasp something.
"Yes." Without a trace of hesitation, Klein admitted Mr. A's guess.
After being promoted to Sequence Seven, Klein's ability has been improved, and his face can remain calm even without the side effects of the human skin mask.
"I have always been curious as to why you are extremely hostile to the current Seven Gods. I also happen to know a few words about the King of Angels, so I want to start from the root and see if there is any inspiration for answering this question hidden in past history.
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"After hearing the history you just told, I think I have some clues."
Klein catered to the other party, telling lies that were half truths and half lies.
"Of course we are hostile to traitors and these guys who betray their correct beliefs."
Mr. A had a matter-of-fact expression, and for the first time there was disgust in his calm eyes.
"Correct belief?" Klein chewed on this ambiguous word, and he felt as if he had grasped something at the root.
"The faith of the Lord is the right faith."
"What about the Seven? And the other...gods you sometimes work with that are not recognized by the Seven?"
Klein continued to ask, and replaced the word evil god with a more ambiguous title to avoid irritating the other party.
"We cooperate with them only because reality forces us to do so. They are also the targets that the Lord will crusade against in the future." Mr. A made no secret of his disdain when talking about other evil gods.
He clenched his hands tightly, and blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers along with the crunching sound of bones.
"But the Seven Gods..."
After a brief pause, the familiar madness finally appeared on Mr. A's face, and he was gradually overlapping with the image of the Aurora Society madman in Klein's memory.
"The Seven Gods are the most despicable fakes. They confuse people's hearts and are filthier existences than 'demons'!"
"Is this also the reason why you create all kinds of tragedies?"
"I believe that the Creator is benevolent, but I cannot understand what you have done to innocent people."
Staring at the other person's blood-red hole that was gradually filled with anger, and glancing at the waves of shadows that continued to rise and fall around him, Klein frowned.
"Are they innocent?" Mr. A seemed to have heard some funny joke. His beautiful face was twisted, and the hatred in his eyes almost overflowed. He was completely different from the devout monk who talked about the glory of the Creator before.
"They were already sinners when they believed in those false gods!"
"They are suffering from the torture of those above them, wallowing in the quagmire of this dangerous world, losing their jobs, and not daring to say anything even if their children are dead. They enjoy the dividends of plunder, and will only pass their grievances to the weaker ones!"
"They are cowardly and humbly dedicate everything they have. They don't know how to resist and are willing to be blinded by evil beliefs. Instead, they spurn the Lord who silently endured their sins for them, and slander the Savior who saved them from cruelty as evil!"
"They once prayed to the so-called Seven Gods for blessing, but even if there was no response, they would just make up one reason after another to numb themselves, and then continue to accept the status quo!"
"Your Excellency, elector, please tell me, are they innocent?"
The logic in the words was a bit confusing. Mr. A was almost madly accusing the "criminals" who were executed by them. Every time he resorted to a crime, his arms would be raised high and then lowered hard, and the shadows on the side would dance accordingly.
On the wall that the dim light cannot reach, the shadows falling high look like bloody guillotines.
"But this is not the reason for you to massacre those civilians."
Klein faced Mr. A's questioning gaze, stood up slowly, and raised his cane in front of him.
"If you really want to spread belief in the Creator, why don't you try to solve these problems?"
Klein's words penetrated Mr. A's heart like a sharp sword, and his thin body visibly trembled.
"Because only in this way will they resist."
"Only breaking the present moment that we are accustomed to...so we need sacrifice and dedication, even if it is ourselves."
After a long silence, the crazy color gradually faded from Mr. A's face, and all the ferocity was hidden under the calm eyes again, as if the madness just now had never existed.
He knelt down devoutly, facing the direction of the shrine, his long hair hanging down, and in the shadow blocked by his hair, the sound of gnawing flesh and blood could be heard intermittently.
"Carrying sin...sacrifice and devotion are...beautiful virtues..."
"Because... only in this way... will they resist... this rotten... world..."
Hopeless……
After taking a deep look and looking away, Klein tightened and relaxed his palms tightly on the cane, striding out of Mr. A's room, ignoring the faint sobs behind him, and quickly walked up the stairs until he saw The thin body that was running slowly in the distance stopped in its tracks.
Thin footsteps approached, and the girl in a wrinkled dress hurriedly walked toward Klein, her eyes evasive on her malnourished and slightly sallow face.
Klein looked at the panic in her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in as calm a voice as possible:
"Should we leave from where we were just now?"
The skinny girl did not respond, but nodded nervously, turned around after a few steps, and led Klein towards the direction from which he came.
Watching her flexibly avoid various decorations in the house, and finally open the door carefully, her little head with half-long hair clamped back tentatively looked outside, and then took it back like a fertilized child, Kelai En frowned and followed quickly.
A big hand pushed open the door. It was covered with rough calluses, just like its owner, and full of traces of time.
The tall man was wearing an ill-fitting formal suit, with a collar even tucked into his neck.
He made no secret of his disdain for this skinny girl, and looked at Klein with obvious contempt.
"Say thank you to Mr. A for me."
"I'm very grateful to him for answering my confusion."
Klein suddenly turned back and whispered to the girl dressed as a maid, just loud enough for the strong man to hear.
After saying that, without waiting for the timid girl's reaction, he squeezed the strong man with obvious panic in his eyes and walked out of the cold villa.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the air in Backlund was still pungent.
Klein carefully looked at the delicately maintained bushes and lawns across the street, and finally looked in the direction of the East District, the source of the pale yellow mist, based on his feeling.