All the crimson light on both sides of the long table dispersed, and the majestic gray fog once again restored tranquility.
With the mist disappearing from his body, Klein looked around and tentatively said:
"You should still be here, right?"
As the sound reverberated, a dark shadow gradually expanded at the bottom of the long bronze table, twisting and rotating into a humanoid shape.
"exist."
The elf's soft-featured face was blurred by the distance, a pure black hood was stacked on his neck, and his skin was pale, like finely carved marble.
"Although this is your home court now, shouldn't you be more polite?"
"Polite?" Klein pretended to be surprised and said in a protracted tone, "What are you talking about? Isn't this your territory?"
Ha... The "mystery" of sitting upright no longer suppresses the constraints on one's own spirituality. The invisible waves instantly infected every stone high-backed chair that the gray mist touched, carving a pattern on their backs.
Weird symbols symbolizing the gray fog.
21 identical pitch-black figures turned their heads at the same time, either smiling, or indifferent, or confused, or sad. They put on their hoods in unison at the head of Klein, and the deep starry sky and silvery white replaced the soft face.
, cold and inorganic.
Grass!
What the hell is this?
Klein, who had originally planned to make a "secret" remark, suddenly had his back wet with cold sweat. The nerves in his body were extremely tense, and his spiritual warning was unusually silent.
"Why is this, because it's me who wants to kill me, so my spiritual warning won't respond?" Klein, who was already frightened, had his thoughts racing and made an instant judgment, preparing to spread his spirituality, wrap himself up, and leave the gray mist.
.
when!
At this time, a bell that seemed to have traveled through eternity rang out for no reason, coming from nowhere and seemingly from everywhere, stopping the passage of time on the gray mist.
"Why are you afraid? Aren't you always curious about my authority?"
"This is one of them, the application of time and the creation of clones." The only one left, "Mysterious", had an ethereal voice and casually took off his hood, his eyes moving.
The bell symbolizing authority faded away, and Klein, who had a dull expression, gradually found himself again, rolled his eyes, and regained his ability to think.
"Did you stop time just now?"
He made no secret of the shock in his voice, and the spirituality on his body stopped spreading, as if he had forgotten his decision to leave the gray mist.
"Actually, it just stopped for a moment. There are people who are better at this than me. I can only go back to the first few seconds when the authority was used."
Klein, who once understood the history of the Fourth Age, did not find any gods with similar descriptions. He shook his head and then asked:
"Can you see the diary of Russell that I read just now?"
"You mean Huang Tao's social death record?" "Secret" raised his left eyebrow slightly, and displayed a stack of neatly organized papers on his raised right hand, "I can reproduce everything you have seen before.
share."
"This is quite nostalgic, hehe. In fact, I was there when he wrote part of the diary."
Suddenly, the entire gray fog fell into silence, until the muffled sound of fingertips tapping on the long bronze table broke the awkwardness.
"Have you ever had contact with Huang Tao before?"
Although when he read Russell's diary just now, Klein guessed that the "secret" with the power of time and space is probably very sensitive to the travellers, and is likely to know the arrival of every traveler, and even the details.
But he never thought that Huang Tao, the Emperor Russell, might actually know his so-called half-body!
Klein, who kept tapping the edge of the long table with his fingers, was confused and said with his teeth:
"When you introduced yourself to Huang Tao, you wouldn't directly mention Zhou Mingrui, right?"
The "Secret" on the other side of the long table did not answer directly, but first scattered the papers of different styles in his hands, and then also knocked on the edge of the long table.
"Of course not. He doesn't even know that I am Chinese. He always thinks that I am a Japanese middle school uncle."
"At that time, in order to stabilize my humanity, I gave myself a pseudonym that was extremely powerful, Baimon Thoth."
"Although this name was briefly used for a period of time during the Fourth Age, no one knew about it, and there were no new time travelers at that time. Instead, it was exposed during the Fifth Age."
Baimon Thoth?
Isn't this the fellow who is suspected of being a fanatic believer in the Creator as written in Russell's diary?
He can also see Russell's diary, isn't he trying to trick me?
All kinds of speculations filled Klein's mind. The unequal status of the two parties made Klein walk on thin ice when dealing with related matters, and he was overly cautious in everything.
"Why did you get yourself a setting like that of the fanatical believer of the Creator in the Third Age? In the Holy Scriptures, aren't you suitable for being equal to Him?" The young "divineer" used his good skills.
Memory ability, recalling all kinds of "mysterious" related information that I have seen, and circuitously testing the truth and falsehood of the other party's words.
It's a pity that he is too young.
The god with a pure black background has an indifferent expression and his voice is as calm as ever:
"That's just a need for publicity, and it's also the tolerance and help given to me by the Creator, who is also a remnant of that world."
Tolerant and helpful? Klein recalled the description in the holy book, his expression was strange, and there was hesitation in his words.
"Are you saying that your sacred text is false propaganda?"
The god across from the long bronze table nodded slightly without making any rebuttal.
Seeing such a direct admission, Klein was a little confused.
If there are some deviations in this part of the holy book, combined with what "Mystery" said when he first met, he has not truly been called the "King of Time and Space" and has not yet mastered all authority.
"You are not a true god, are you?"
Regarding this issue, Klein only has a trying attitude. After all, whether it is in terms of expressiveness or the personality of this gray mist, he should have the strength to rival the gods.
However, in Mystery's own sacred scripture, it is clearly written that He is the only righteous god besides the Creator, so Klein had to doubt the possibility of this.
"Oh, you can let those true gods try to challenge me." It was obvious that he was provoked to the point of blasphemy, but this god whose mental state has always been very delicate did not seem to be angry. Instead, he remained indifferent and had nothing to do with him.
, "Although my current state is indeed not good, I think that if there is a fight, every one of the existing true gods will be destroyed."
What is this, a declaration of war from all nations? Klein felt the turmoil hidden in these calm words, and his spiritual intuition was shocked.
Swearing with the professional dignity of a "divineer", his intuition told him that what "Secret" said did not seem to be bragging. He seemed to really be able to kill all the gods!
But this should be a method of dying together, and it should be a one-on-one situation...Klein instinctively did not consider the possibility of killing all true gods. This was his decision based on the common sense of the current church and belief distribution.
judge.
The lack of faith proves from the side that "Mystery" is now standing on the edge of a cliff.
"What you just said is about the interchangeability of 'Sun' and several other paths. I want to know which paths can be interchanged with 'Soothsayer'." After a few seconds of silence, Klein decisively changed the topic.
Above the everlasting gray fog, two percussion sounds with different rhythms came and went, gradually tending to merge.
"Secret", who was sitting in the lowest position, suddenly moved, his temperament became deeper, and his robe was gradually stained with blue and black.
"'Apprentice' and 'Stealer', these are the paths adjacent to 'Soothsayer', and they are also the authority that I have not been able to gather together."
Sure enough, Klein had seen the three paths appear together on Emperor Russell's plane, and even chose the "divineer" path because of this. Klein nodded slightly and gradually relaxed in his sitting posture.
wrong!
Suddenly, his thoughts changed, and he suddenly recalled the scene when he first saw Russell's diary in Tingen.
Why did I happen to encounter that page in the diary at that time, and why did I really choose the "divineer"? If I had not chosen any of the three paths, what would have happened to my so-called half-body?
Thinking of this, he instinctively wanted to raise his head and cast his gaze on the half of his body opposite him as usual, but he only saw a rich grayish white.
"Secret" suddenly intensified the gray fog in front of him.
Is his condition bad again?
Thinking of the changes that occurred when Mr. Azik regained his memory, Klein made guesses, and the clues in his mind were connected quickly, from point to point.
"Mr. Azik, who was helped by 'Secret', also appeared in Tingen and returned to the place where he first lost his memory..." As the pieces of the memory puzzle light up, Klein's peek into the truth gradually begins.
Qingming.
He has now really confirmed the alliance between "Mystery" and "Night Goddess"!
At this moment, an invisible vortex rolled up on the long bronze table, interrupting Klein's thoughts and unconscious tapping.
The hazy door that once appeared during the experimental spirit summoning ceremony appeared again. It stood on the surface of the long bronze table, combining with the ubiquitous gray fog, emitting a deep red light.
Circles of spiritual waves hit the gray fog that was spreading everywhere, swaying continuously, stimulating the mysterious space itself.
Is this the sacrifice ceremony of Mr. "The Hanged Man"? Klein's attention was attracted and his inspiration moved slightly, and his own spirituality immediately spread, intensifying the shock and excitement.
Bang! In the sound of reality and illusion, the hazy door slowly opened, revealing the world behind it.
On the Blue Avenger, wearing the fossil pendant given by Edmund Jason on his chest, Alger, who was moving piously, suddenly saw the illusory door in front of him expand, and the door frame made of wind and light almost reached the top.
Behind the open door, the deep darkness lurks countless indescribable invisible shadows, containing the clear brilliance at the top of the darkness that contains huge knowledge, vaguely revealing the rich gray fog supported by the clear brilliance, and more.
Above, it seems like an ancient palace overlooking reality,
Mr. Fool's Kingdom of God... In such a scene, Alger couldn't control himself and couldn't help trembling. The most primitive fear surged in his heart, as well as the impulse and yearning engraved in his bones.
Woo!
A strong wind blew up, and the colorful lizard dragon pituitary gland that had been placed neatly on the altar suddenly flew up and was swept into the deep darkness behind the door, disappearing without a trace.
Alger, who always lowered his head, did not dare to peek, and stared at the floor with his dark blue eyes until the deep voice of "The Fool" sounded in his ears.
"Good job."
"This is my honor." He subconsciously beat his chest with his hands, and then hurriedly changed his actions to be more humble.
Above the gray fog, Klein looked at Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s complete awe of him. He was not complacent. He just waved his hand very calmly and dissipated the seemingly solid hazy door in front of him.
He raised his left hand, summoning the colorful dragon lizard pituitary gland that was gently placed on the long table by the strong wind, and firmly grasped it in his palm.
Feeling the constant tingling and numbing sensation in his palms, he raised his head and looked at the opposite half of his body carefully.
"Is this what it feels like to be a god?"
"You can understand it this way, but in fact, sacrifice is a skill that can be mastered at Sequence Three." The voice was colder, mellow and "mysterious", and he leaned his head against the back of the stone chair, sounding a little tired.
"Isn't Sequence Three a Sequence Four that has just gained divinity?" Klein raised his question in a timely manner, recalling the church's definition of a saint.
Even in popular terms, Sequence Four and above are enough to be called demigods. Why wasn't this god-like skill learned at this time?
The fatigue on "Mystery" who was surrounded by thicker gray fog became more and more obvious. His reaction was half a beat slower and he spoke slowly:
"Are all the demigods in Greek mythology Hercules?"
This metaphor is so vivid... Klein could see that half of his body was exhausted, and at the same time his spirituality was almost exhausted, so he stopped supporting it and handed over the pituitary gland of the colorful lizard he was playing with to "Justice"
"Miss, she immediately spread her spirituality to wrap herself up and returned to reality.
Above the gray mist, the empty high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table was reflected in his eyes. "Secret" sighed silently, without moving his body, still leaning on the seat at the bottom of the long table.
The gray fog around him dissipated, and patches of green and black appeared on his pale skin, all filled with the smell of decay.
The old hoarse voice sounded from nowhere, layered upon layers, and its lethality far exceeded the murmurs Klein heard when he was promoted.
"Why are you still holding back? As long as you cooperate with me, you can completely recover now and be directly promoted to a real 'Fool'."
"Are you worried about your friend, or are you worried about your nephew?"
"If it's Bethel, I can help you save Him. The fallen mother goddess is no match for me."
The extremely seductive words constantly intruded on "Secret's" reason, trying to lure the heir to authority into irrational actions.
"Zhou Mingrui, don't resist so much. You know, after my resurrection, I will not do anything except completely block the possibility of 'God''s resurrection. I will even protect my own territory, along with those little things on the ground.
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"I......"
"Okay, shut up." Zhou Mingrui, who looked sluggish and was surrounded by fatigue since just now, half-smiled and half-sighed, and stopped his fingers on the long bronze table, "We are also bound to the 'Origin Castle',"
Heavenly Lord, how about we be more considerate to each other?"