Chapter 726 Ritual
Outside the gate of the Giant King's Court in the God-Forsaken Land, Derrick led the exploration team through the already opened gate and came to the coast covered by the dusk light.
The Silver City exploration team, who saw such a scene for the first time, was obviously stunned, and then became surprised and excited.
In the exploration team, a team member who was about 2.4 meters tall and carried a silver wide straight sword looked at Derrick with some curiosity and asked:
"Elder Berg, when do we start exploring this, um, sea, it's called the sea, right?"
Derrick shook his head and explained as calmly as possible:
"Wait a little longer, this sea is very dangerous, and we don't know much about it, there is no need to risk exploring it."
As he spoke, he looked at the sea again, spending time in meditation.
As a "darknessless person", being in an environment covered by light can make his spirituality more peaceful and closer to nature.
Not long after, his spiritual intuition was suddenly touched. He opened his eyes and looked forward. A familiar, somewhat short figure was outlined in front of him.
"Mr. World Sparrow." In his excitement, Derrick almost shouted "Mr. World". After a pause, he changed his words and looked at Klein with some expectation.
Klein maintained the usual indifference of Gehrman Sparrow, nodded slightly and said:
"Come closer, I will take you away directly. The sea ahead is too dangerous for you."
"Okay." Derrick nodded heavily and called all the members of the exploration team to come closer to him.
Klein nodded slightly and turned around, clasped his hands in front of his mouth and nose, closed his eyes, and looked like he was concentrating on praying.
Through the spirit worm reserved in advance above the gray fog, he easily let his spirit return to the gray fog.
Before coming here, he had already observed the surroundings with real vision in advance to confirm that there was no clone of Amon, but for safety, he still raised his vision to observe the surroundings again.
At the same time, the black velvet curtain turned into a layer of dark cloak and draped over him. With the help of the special characteristics of this gray fog, he could use this feature for a short time, allowing himself to temporarily gain the ability of "secret servant".
After confirming that the surroundings were safe, he picked up the Box of the Old Days on the table, pried the power of the "door" path above the gray fog, and replaced the location of the Silver City exploration team with the spiritual world outside the ruins.
Then, relying on the ability of grafting, he cleverly connected the spiritual world location of the Silver City exploration team with the primitive jungle prepared by Anderson for the residents of Silver City and Moon City on the Rorsted Islands.
Derrick and the members of the exploration team behind him only felt a flash before their eyes, and the layers of rich colors kept pouring out and disappeared quickly. When they came to their senses again, the surroundings had become a flat land that could be repaired, surrounded by dense jungle. It
should be a jungle, right? The description of Mr. "Chariot" in the general education textbook is as follows. Derrick doubted himself in his heart, and suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his ears:
"Ahem~ Ahem~, everyone, it's time to come back to your senses. There is nothing beautiful here. Once you get familiar with it, you will soon get bored."
The other party also spoke Giant language. Although the pronunciation was a little different in some details, it didn't change much overall, and everyone in Silver City could understand it.
They looked in the direction of the voice. It was a young man who was very short and wearing a strange outfit that they thought was not convenient for fighting and was not beautiful.
Feeling the curious and puzzled eyes from the people in Silver City, Anderson chuckled, took a few steps forward, and walked in front of them.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the group of little giants, the shortest of whom was more than two meters tall. He silently stepped back a few steps to ensure that he could look at them even if he didn't look up.
Another guy who was shocked by the height of the Silver City people, Klein complained in his heart, and also distanced himself from the people in Silver City.
Gehrman Sparrow's 1.8 meters tall looked like a child in front of the little giants in Silver City.
Shit, I didn't expect that this would be the first time I looked up at someone. Although I knew that the people in Silver City must be taller based on the height of the "Sun" in the Tarot Club, the shortest of them must be much taller than the average height of Saint Milon, the capital of Feysac, right?
After complaining in his heart for a long time, Anderson still maintained a calm expression on his face, with his hands open, standing under the midday sun, and said with a smile in Giant language:
"Everyone, welcome to the bright world promised by God!"
"This is where you will live in the future. I have asked people to help you level the ground and clear a road to Bayam. The tap water and gas pipelines have also been connected. From now on, the construction of the city will depend on you. Of course, I will also provide some help."
"By the way, in order to facilitate communication, I have invited a teacher from the Church of Knowledge for you. He will teach you the local language here, as well as several common languages, so that you can communicate with people normally."
"Of course, if you want to learn more about reality or mysticism, you can also find him, but this will require additional fees."
"Since the belief in the 'Knowledgeable' appeared, knowledge has become a paid content in the southern continent. Some guys even began to miss the days when knowledge chased people." Realizing that he had strayed from the topic, Anderson coughed and spoke again:
"In short, remember, all of this is the gift of Mr. Fool."
"Also, most people here believe in the 'Sea God', who is Mr. Fool's subordinate god. Most of the materials you used to build this place were provided by them. If you want to preach in the future, remember to respect their beliefs."
This guy was quite thoughtful and even invited a teacher to teach languages. Klein thought about it and nodded in his heart. He decided not to stay any longer. After saying goodbye to Anderson and Derrick, his figure quickly faded and disappeared.
Seeing Gehrman Sparrow leave so decisively, Anderson also breathed a sigh of relief. To him, Gehrman Sparrow was equivalent to Mr. Fool's supervisor, responsible for evaluating whether he did a good job or not.
Retracting his gaze, he looked at Derrick and said,
"The materials needed for city construction will be transported here in succession. You will need to make do with tents for the time being."
"Well, that's about it. Enjoy lunch first, and then I will take you to Bayam in the afternoon to familiarize yourself with the environment here."
After saying that, Anderson turned around and called the busy Poseidon believers in the temporary camp nearby, asking them to simply build a set of tables and chairs and bring the prepared meals and drinks over.
The members of the Silver City exploration team couldn't help swallowing their saliva the moment they saw the food. Although Silver City also had some normal food from the outside world through the transaction of "Sun" at the Tarot Club, they did not have the corresponding cooking skills. The food they made was only slightly better than black-faced grass, and not as good as those mushrooms.
After the food was served, Anderson took the others away, leaving enough private space for the people of Silver City.
In front of a group of little giants, even though he was already a demigod, he still felt a little oppressive because of his height.
The rest of the people in Silver City looked at each other, and everyone looked at Derrick, waiting for the decision of the new elder.
After a brief thought, Derrick asked the exploration team to sit down one by one, and said:
"To be on the safe side, some of us will try the food first, and the rest will wait and observe."
"No problem, Elder Berg."
The members of the exploration team nodded one after another, staring at the food on the table without blinking. Two of them spoke first:
"Elder Berg, I, I apply for the first batch of tastings."
"Me, and me."
Above the gray fog, in the magnificent and ancient palace that looked like the residence of a giant.
Klein's real body entered here, leaning back in the high-backed chair belonging to the "Fool", holding a crystal-like transparent heart in his hand. From time to time, some small bubbles popped out of it, and each bubble seemed to contain a fantasy.
This is the "miracle master" characteristic separated from the "curtain".
As the exploration team led by "Sun" Derrick joined Anderson, his ceremony was completed, and the next step was to be promoted to "miracle master".
In order to deal with some changes that might occur in "Source Castle" after being promoted to an angel, he deliberately pulled up his main body, intending to be promoted to "Miracle Master" directly above this gray fog.
He loosened his right hand, and the crystal-like heart spontaneously floated into the air. Then he summoned other materials from the pile of debris in the corner:
a time worm with twelve transparent links, a star worm with twinkling stars, which came from Pallez and "Secret Saint" Butis, and a portion of blood from the Dark Wolf.
Under Klein's manipulation, various extraordinary materials gathered together and poured into a transparent glass bottle taken out from the historical pore. It was spontaneously stirred for a few rounds and mixed into a cup of silver-white transparent potion with fine bubbles constantly bubbling, the "Miracle Master" potion!
Klein casually took out a gold coin from the historical pore and threw it out. After doing a simple divination, he drank the potion in his hand.
The potion melted in his mouth and quickly soaked into every corner of Klein's body, changing his body and mind.
His body and spirit continued to split, turning into transparent spirit worms one after another. These spirit worms instinctively sank into the mist of history, and continued to disperse, as if they were integrated with history.
In this case, each spirit worm gave birth to its own self, regarded itself as the main body, refused to merge with other spirit worms, resisted each other, and fled.
Until a clear and unique historical light spot attracted them. Chapter 727 Miracle Master
Somewhere in the Misty Sea west of Feynaport, a gust of wind suddenly rose above the sea surface that was always covered with a thin layer of mist, rolling up the mist and forming a deep and dark vortex.
There seemed to be countless unreal passages inside the vortex, interweaving into a dense and complex spider web, like a collection of some kind of "doors", connecting various places on this planet.
A flash of abnormally colored starlight flashed, and a huge head rushed out of the vortex.
After leaving the vortex, the head quickly collapsed and decomposed into countless tiny mechanical parts, reorganizing into the image of an old man wearing a white priest robe and a clergyman's soft hat.
The left half of his body was flesh and blood, while the right half was made up of various machines. There was a face, no, it should be half, very gentle and kind, similar to Horamick Haydon, but younger, and the overall look was evil and absurd.
His body was not affected by gravity and floated in the air, constantly looking around, not missing any details.
After a long while, he looked back as if he had confirmed something, and whispered to himself:
"There is an anomaly in the space here. There is a hidden sea area. The power that belongs to my Lord should be sealed here."
He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and prayed for a while with an unusually pious posture.
Then he controlled his body to fall and stood on the sea. Silently, the surrounding sea area became extremely heavy, as if it was poured with cement, and not even a trace of waves could be raised.
His eyes then became azure, reflecting a bright and changing starry sky. The starlight intertwined one mysterious symbol after another in his eyes.
In this state, his perception of space and dimension deepened, and he could lock and correct the orbits between the stars, and could easily see and find the secret channels hidden in the void.
"Any seal has a 'door', and the 'navigator' is very good at finding those hidden 'doors'."
While whispering to himself, the surrounding space was peeled off layer by layer in front of him, revealing the most real and essential situation.
Soon, he sensed the hidden sea area, right here, right under his feet.
The seal here was more complicated than he had imagined, and even a saint who was good at this could not find a clue for a while.
He planned to leave temporarily and wait for a suitable time, and come back when the seal was at its weakest.
Suddenly, his inspiration was touched, and he found a loophole, a loophole that seemed to appear due to the passage of time and the impact inside the seal.
With this loophole, he could open up a secret passage to the sealed sea area.
"Praise the stars!"
In the devout praise, the surrounding gravity and electromagnetism became flustered, and the calm sea surface suddenly raised layer after layer of huge waves, layer by layer, spreading high in the sky, forming a "door" guarded by water flow. Inside the
"door", a vortex gradually formed, not only going deeper, but also until it was pitch black, as if it had gone deep into the lightless seabed.
A huge suction came from the "door", sucking in the figure wearing a white priest robe, half flesh and blood, half mechanical.
After the figure disappeared, a brilliant starry sky suddenly appeared, dispelling the fog on the sea.
One after another, "light" condensed from pure and complex information fell from the starry sky, and then sank into the "gate" guarded by the sea water.
In the fog of history, relying on the attraction brought by the historical light spots related to the Silver City, Klein finally gathered most of the spirit worms that had split off.
Countless transparent insects drilled out from this historical light spot and gathered into a deep and dark worm vortex.
Under the attraction of extraordinary characteristics, more and more spirit worms were gathered.
When the last part was left, countless slippery tentacles stretched out from the slowly rotating worm vortex, reaching into various places in the historical fog, grabbing the hidden spirit worms and stuffing them into the worm vortex.
In the process, he saw those Fugen dogs hidden in the historical fog. They were hiding everywhere, as if they were afraid of him and protecting him.
One of the Fulgrim dogs was a little different. It was covered with long, dark black hair, like a black cloak. Only two burning dark red flames and the corner of its mouth that extended to the back of its head could be seen.
This was a Fulgrim dog that had completed its own body and possessed complete characteristics, equivalent to a Sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar".
As if noticing Klein's gaze, the Fulgrim dog leaned over in a very humane manner, as if bowing to Klein.
With all the spirit worms recovered, Klein's body was complete again. At this moment, he became "Him", an angel walking on the earth, who could be called a subordinate god in ancient history.
It was also at this moment that he finally experienced the feelings that Russell described in his diary after being promoted to an angel. He
felt a certain will awakening in his body, the primitive and crazy instinct that originated from the Beyonder characteristics, as well as the prayers of the "Sea God", "Fool" believers, and the residents of Silver City and Moon City in his ears, and the awe of the Fulgrim dogs around him hidden in the mist of history. They are all my anchors. Chaotic and complex, in a sense, faith is actually a kind of pollution. But it just happens to counter the gradually awakening terrifying will in my body and the primitive crazy instinct derived from the extraordinary characteristics, allowing me to maintain myself in this delicate balance.
As thoughts floated, Klein withdrew from the mist of history and returned to "Source Castle", suppressing the gray fog that was stirred up by his promotion.
"Sure enough, after I was promoted to an angel, the reaction of "Source Castle" was very big. Fortunately, I was prepared in advance and did not let the abnormal movement of "Source Castle" last too long, otherwise Amon might come to find me."
While talking to himself, Klein clearly felt that this piece of gray fog had been completely controlled by him, as if it had become a part of his body extending out, which also meant that "Source Castle" was completely controlled by him. In
a sense, the deepest and highest part of the spiritual world, as if the seven bright and pure lights that had been lingering here forever were briefly solidified for a moment, a very short moment, and then returned to normal.
Under the Saint Samuel Church in Backlund, Leonard, who was reading a telegram from the headquarters' Tranquility Church, suddenly paused. The old voice of Pales echoed in his ears:
"'Source Castle'!"
Leonard had not spoken, quietly waiting for Pales' next words.
After a long while, he heard Pales' voice again:
"The 'Fool' has recovered more strength. Perhaps soon, there will be a battle between Him and Amon to determine the final ownership of 'Source Castle'."
"Cherish the peaceful time now, it won't last too long."
Leonard frowned, quickly sorted out his thoughts, and then asked: "Old man, 'Source Castle', what is it?"
Pales sighed and said without hiding too much:
"I don't know, because I have never seen it, and no one has ever really seen it."
"This name originated from the 'Destruction Wolf' Flegra. According to my grandfather, this is something that leads to something above the sequence. There are a total of nine, and 'Source Castle' belongs to the three paths I am on." "
When I was promoted to an angel, I sensed it, but I couldn't establish a connection, so I can be sure of the existence of 'Source Castle'."
"Perhaps, you have already seen 'Source Castle', more than once."
Leonard opened his mouth and asked in a daze: "What do you mean?"
"The place where you gather every week is probably 'Source Castle'."
After a simple response, Pales fell silent again.
In the palace on the main peak of the Honachis Mountains, slippery tentacles flapped around restlessly.
On the highest seat in the palace, a young man with tufts of coarse black hair on his cheeks like wolf hair frowned slightly, as if he would wake up from eternal sleep at any time.
On an uninhabited island somewhere on the southern side of the Sonia Sea, in an ancient temple built of gray and white boulders.
Amon sat in front of a mural depicting towering mountains, a huge cross, many lights and angels surrounding him. Next to him was a constantly flipping brass book. He looked up at a certain place in the sky with a smile in his eyes and whispered to himself:
"The breath of 'Source Castle', it seems that the 'Fool' has completely mastered 'Source Castle', and I have to speed up the progress."
Then he looked at the constantly flipping brass book on the floor beside him and asked:
"What have you thought about it? If you had cooperated earlier, I would have taken the opportunity to enter 'Source Castle', and you would naturally have the opportunity to control a 'Balancer' or even a 'Hand of Order' and truly come back to life."
"As time goes by, the chips I give will only get fewer and fewer."
"Don't play dead, he has given you enough wisdom by relying on the authority of the spiritual realm, or do you prefer to be eroded by the power of corruption?"
The brass book suddenly stopped flipping, and silver-white characters appeared on the blank paper:
"The Brass Book of Terensost is a sacred and inviolable object. Any attempt to defraud, destroy, or pollute the Brass Book of Terensost will be subject to the most severe punishment."
"The place where the Brass Book of Terensost is stored is also sacred and cannot be destroyed. Violators will be subject to the most severe punishment."
In the hall of an ancient palace hidden near the central plateau of Intis, a group of elegantly dressed noble ladies, well-dressed gentlemen, sturdy sailors, and servants were hung on the roof like dried bacon.
At a certain moment, these hanging bodies, as well as the crows flying or standing on the nearby branches and roofs, all turned around and looked towards a certain place in the sky, uttering a high or low voice:
"'Source Castle'!" Chapter 728 Amon's Plan
Near the foggy sea west of Feynaport, on the extremely heavy and dark seabed, a slowly rotating deep vortex accompanied by brilliant starlight quietly took shape.
A head with different faces flew out of the vortex, ignoring the terrifying water pressure of the deep sea, and rushed to the deepest part of the seabed.
Silently, the originally deep and dark seabed lit up with bright and dazzling starlight, and one after another, the stars emerged in the cold and dark seawater, densely packed and dazzling.
These stars cast a radiance, interweaving into a magnificent pillar of light, covering the head approaching the seabed, making it difficult to move.
All this happened in an instant, accompanied by the secrecy brought by the thick black fog, making everything silent and difficult to detect.
Then, streams of information peeled off from the starlight, passed the head solidified in the pillar of light, fell to the bottom of the sea, and quickly reassembled the figure of Renekton.
His body seemed a little illusory, as if it did not exist, unaffected by the deep sea environment, and could walk freely on the seabed.
After a moment, Renekton stopped. In front of him was a rather magnificent palace, built with many gems. The style of the palace was incompatible with this world, as if it was from outer space.
Renekton looked at the palace in front of him calmly, his eyes bursting with a deep blue and nearly purple brilliance, and mysterious symbols condensed in his eyes one after another.
In this state, his eyes seemed to penetrate the reality, seeing the essence of the palace in front of him, and seeing the information that was shrunken and difficult to shake.
The palace, which was originally made of various gems and crystals and looked extremely dazzling under the starlight, now turned into a dark ball in his eyes, without any light or color.
It is constantly absorbing all the spirituality, matter, light, and even information around it.
"Black hole. Is this the essence of the path mastered by the Super Star Overlord? No wonder I feel that it is most compatible with the Perfect One and can be annexed by me."
After whispering to himself, Renekton suddenly stretched out his right hand, and one after another, rays of light without any color bloomed out of thin air.
These rays of light seemed to be composed of a large number of illusory things, interweaving on the seabed into a series of light and thin civilization scrolls that seemed to have no thickness, but seemed extremely heavy and broad.
At the moment the light bloomed, the effect of his being separated from reality was interrupted, and his existence was discovered by the palace in front.
Suddenly, the deep-sea pressure around him, which was already extremely strong, became stronger again, and even the light was distorted.
Under this pressure, Renekton's body instantly shattered, turning into bright starlight points.
The terrifying suction force erupted from the inside of the palace, pulling everything in the surrounding sea area to this side, converging into a terrifying, all-consuming vortex.
Under this terrifying suction, the surrounding civilization scrolls with interwoven light and shadow were pulled closer to the center of the vortex, wrapping it into an airtight ball.
The surrounding terrifying suction suddenly weakened, and the vortex that had just formed spontaneously dispersed.
Without the pull of the terrifying gravity, the starlight reunited inside, revealing the figure of Renekton.
He pushed forward with both hands, and a series of dim and unclear hazy lights emerged out of thin air, condensed into an illusory book, and unfolded towards the airtight ball below.
As the pages of the illusory book turned, the "black hole" wrapped in the civilization scroll turned into a stream of complex and pure knowledge, information, and text, which were printed in the illusory book.
The illusory book gradually became heavy, losing color bit by bit, and the information that made up the book was constantly being swallowed by the "black hole".
Renekton took a step forward and reached out to press the darkened illusory book. Complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes, pouring a large amount of complicated and useless knowledge into it to refill the book.
It was at this time that the seal that originally existed in this sea area suddenly failed, allowing the originally hidden sea area to return to reality.
The changes on the seabed were instantly noticed by many beings, and eyes from the astral world and the starry sky were cast.
Silently, the day was replaced by night, and the bright starry sky that was different from what we usually see stood out.
The clear and gorgeous starlight penetrated the clouds and the fog and appeared in the deep sea.
The sudden change made Renekton almost unable to hold the illusory book in his hand. It became extremely heavy, like a real celestial body, shaking constantly.
The change in gravity caused the entire sea area to shake. The sea surface surged up layer by layer, raising huge waves tens of meters high, surging outward and approaching the nearest coast of Feynaport Misty Sea.
In the illusory and abstract star world, in the perfect land surrounded by colorful clusters like tree crowns, eyes and wisps of black mist quietly emerged.
In the center surrounded by eyes shining with pure light, eyes grew one after another on Renekton's dark body like a mummy, and wisps of black mist intertwined into his robes. Above the perfect land, a distorted face appeared, staring at Renekton across an illusory crack that looked like a natural chasm.
"'Superstar Overlord'? I'll take the 'black hole' you sent me."
Renekton said expressionlessly to the face that was staring at him with resentment. A stream of clear starlight separated from his body, disintegrated into a pure and terrifying information flow, and rushed towards the foggy sea in reality.
The information torrent crossed a long distance in an instant, fell to the bottom of the foggy sea, and sank into Renekton's body, who was trying to stabilize the illusory book.
With the supplement of the star realm, Renekton's aura instantly rose until it stabilized at the level of sequence one.
This was the limit of information he could separate. If there was more, the status of the original body would fall, and even the clone would give birth to an independent self.
Almost at the same time, somewhere in the Sonia Sea, the starlight in the sky seemed to have substance, swimming and gathering according to some strange law.
On a bare island below, Amon sat cross-legged on a boulder, raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye, with a happy smile on his lips.
In front of Him, a brass book floated in the air, constantly turning the pages, with silver-white characters emerging, and filling the blanks on the pages with the constantly added legal provisions.
Amon glanced at the progress of the brass book of Terensost, and then looked forward.
Less than a hundred meters in front of Him, a man wearing asymmetrical classical aristocratic clothing was holding a ceremony to help Mr. "Door" escape from trouble.
As the ceremony progressed, he looked up at the changes in the sky, and his eyes enthusiastically walked towards the location of the sacrifice that had been prepared long ago. He wanted to sacrifice himself as well, so that he could gather the three sacrifices of "Mystic", "Trickster" and "Parasite".
As the ceremony progressed, the twinkling starlight outlined one strange and mysterious symbol after another in the sky, converging into an illusory double-leaf door.
On the boulder, Amon had already stood up and looked at the sky expectantly, muttering to himself with a slight smile on his face:
"The humanity woven by the 'Hanged Man' is really useful. It directly made my clone an independent individual with an independent self, humanity, and even soul, and became a true descendant of the family of Abraham."
He lowered his head with a sense of something, looked at the brass book that was floating in front of him, and chuckled:
"Not bad, a complete set of laws has been compiled so quickly, although there are still many loopholes."
The brass book in front of him suddenly shook a few times, as if expressing anger, and the silver-white characters showed signs of fading.
Amon raised his hand and pressed it on the brass book, whispering in a way that was both admonishing and threatening:
"Hey, just kidding, don't be so frivolous. You are also a uniquely evolved thing after all. You should have a pattern when doing things. We have already signed a contract."
As Amon's words fell, the brass book in front of him stabilized again, and the pages quickly turned forward. The gray and black characters in the first half had turned golden without knowing when.
These golden characters recorded the underlying rules of the world. Changes in this part of the content could trigger changes in the underlying rules of the world within a certain range.
Soon, the book turned to the first page, and the densely packed golden characters began to wriggle, reorganizing into words that pried open the rules:
"This place is suitable for opening the door."
"This place is suitable for the advent of the great being." "
This place is suitable for the deification ceremony."
"This place is weakened in reality, and the mystery is strengthened."
As the laws that modified the underlying rules of the world were written one by one by the brass book of Terensost, the stars in the sky became brighter, and the crimson full moon emerged unconsciously.
The ongoing ceremony was accelerated. As the several "weird wizards", "secret wizards" and "parasite" clones brought by Amon were decomposed into pure characteristics, they merged into the sky under the guidance of the ceremony and merged into the illusory door constructed by the starlight.
The illusory door quickly became solid, creaking and shaking as it was pushed open. Countless starlight poured out from behind the door, outlining a vague and hazy figure.
This figure was extremely illusory, as if it had turned into a star gate. It was not a physical creature, but more like a collection of symbols such as "wandering", "star realm channel", "key" and "door", a strange conceptual creature.
The moment this vague figure appeared, Amon took a step forward, and the figure disappeared on the boulder and disappeared in reality.
Almost at the same time, a quietly flowing shadow poured out from the bottom of the sea, submerging the illusory door and obscuring the starry night sky.
The deep red light shone from the other side of the door, as if it was blocked by an invisible force, making it difficult for the deep red light to descend through the door, and it could only squeeze out a small part of it. Chapter 729 Ritual
As the crimson light shone through the door and into the shadow, the shadow that originally had no substance quickly came to life, constantly collapsing and shrinking inwards, and turned into a pitch-black giant.
As soon as this pitch-black giant took shape, it split uncontrollably and turned into two smaller pitch-black giants, one with crimson eyes and the other with pale gold eyes.
They instinctively hated each other and fought uncontrollably, trying to devour each other and become whole again.
At the same time, a fierce wind blew around, howling and trying to close the door in the sky.
As soon as it approached, the violent hurricane also came to life like the shadow just now, with an independent self and life. One whirlwind after another shrank inwards, grew hands, feet and a head, and turned into a black and whistling human figure.
Just like before, the human figure generated by this hurricane also began to split uncontrollably, and then fought each other.
The crimson moonlight became more and more intense behind the door, constantly stretching and deforming, trying to let more light penetrate.
A crimson palm had already grabbed both sides of the door frame, pulling the body behind it hard.
During the struggle, an illusory, rippling, dark and terrifying "ocean" emerged out of thin air, as if it could contain everything, covering the dark shadow giant, the howling wind giant, and the gate with crimson light spreading outward, and making them invisible.
In the dark and illusory "ocean", everything was being melted and assimilated.
The crimson light gradually dimmed until it was completely covered, and then the illusory "ocean" spread out, as if covering the sky with a layer of dark and illusory curtain.
Under the interference of the breath of the "Chaos Sea", the eyes of the gods in the star world could not penetrate the reality and see the situation here clearly.
Under the dark and illusory "curtain", the moment Mr. "Door" returned to the real world, His apotheosis ceremony had already begun.
His already vague figure had completely disappeared, leaving only an illusory and abstract, as if it were a layer of illusory doors interwoven with pure starlight and crimson moonlight.
At a certain moment, the crimson moonlight interwoven in the pure starlight continued to disappear or become dim, making the conceptual creatures that turned into starlight become purer.
Amon's voice echoed at the right time:
"Give up, leave everything to me, how about that?"
"You probably don't want to be promoted to Sequence 0 in this state, right? At that time, you who have mastered the authority of "Wandering", "Astral Passage", "Door" and other powers will become the door opener for them to invade reality, and open the doomsday that was originally ten years away."
"I don't need much. Accommodating too many characteristics will reduce my own state. I will return the rest to the people of the Abraham family. You can also leave some back-up plans for resurrection for yourself. Dying once and then resurrecting is the best way for people of our level to get rid of negative states."
"This world needs a 'Lord of Mysteries'. Antigonus is crazy, and you are polluted. Then there is only me."
Every word Amon said would make Mr. "Door" let go of some resistance, allowing Him to steal more fate, characteristics and apotheosis rituals.
In the illusory and abstract star world, hideous and twisted faces stood out at the top, blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to cross the barrier.
On the original barrier, the illusory cracks that already existed had a tendency to expand.
This gave the blocked outer gods of the starry sky some hope, and they increased their erosion of the star world. Transparent and twisted faces covered the top of the entire star world.
In the perfect land surrounded by the canopy of countless flowing colors, Renekton, who had taken back the separated information, characteristics and spirit and returned to his subversive state, looked at the old days outside the barrier.
One after another, the light that was not bright, clear, and without any color was generated around him, blooming with the perfect land as the center.
It quickly condensed one after another, like a projection without thickness, but giving people a very heavy feeling.
There were constant light and shadows floating on these scrolls, showing the enlightenment and development of human society at different levels.
It seemed to carry thousands and tens of thousands of years of civilization, and the history of generations of human beings calculated in billions. With indescribable heaviness and breadth, it unfolded closely along the barrier left over from the original, completely isolating the power and vision of the Outer Gods of the Starry Sky.
In an illusory kingdom guarded by many dark pyramid-shaped mausoleums, Roselle sat on a huge stone high-back chair, looking at the picture of civilization that blocked the power and vision of the Outer Gods, shook his head, and chuckled:
"Oh, it seems that you alone can replace the Seven Gods who have been holding on to the Starry Sky for thousands of years. You are making them lose face."
While speaking, his figure suddenly became much more illusory, as if he was in another world with completely different underlying rules, wandering between two contradictory rivers of fate like a shadow, leaving the Starry Sky and entering reality.
Deep in the spiritual world, Klein and Qi Guang sat in the reception room with a lit fireplace that he pulled out from the gap in history, listening to Qi Guang's description of the Outer Gods of the Starry Sky, the 'Source Castle', and the old days.
"We don't know much about the previous 'Lord of Mysteries', Tianzun. We can only infer from some remaining traces that he and the God had fallen before the Second Era." "
But they are not really dead. According to our Seven Lights' speculation, they are all personalities split from the original, and are equivalent to the original to a certain extent. As long as the corresponding Beyonder characteristics still exist, they may return from nothingness."
"This probability will decrease with the passage of time and the decline of the spiritual imprint in the Beyonder characteristics, but it will not disappear completely." "Orange Light" Hilarion enthusiastically told Klein about their speculations and understandings of the Heavenly Lord, until "Yellow Light" Venitan, who had remained silent, suddenly interrupted:
"Your Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt. I saw some reminders from the 'Knowledgeable One' through the spirit world."
"Mr. 'Gate' has gotten rid of the troubles of darkness and storms and returned to reality. Amon is trying to steal His apotheosis ceremony and become a true God of both the 'Error' and 'Gate' paths."
"He hopes that you can use the power of 'Source Castle' to tear open the barriers created by the 'True Creator' using the power of the 'Chaos Sea'."
Klein was stunned for a moment, and muttered to himself as if he hadn't reacted:
"Mr. 'Gate' has returned?"
"Amon is trying to steal His apotheosis ceremony?"
He felt that all this was a bit too dreamy and unreal. He had just become a "miracle worker" and had just learned the true side of this world from the Seven Lights of the Spirit World. Before he had time to digest the news, Amon began to become a god, and a true God of both paths.
After calming down, Klein nodded to the Seven Lights and said, "I'll leave for a moment."
"Red Light" El Moria stood up first and saluted Klein, saying,
"Your Highness, if you need it, we can also provide some help."
"Yes." Klein nodded slightly, and his figure instantly disappeared into the spirit world and directly entered the ancient palace above the gray fog.
The black "curtain" spontaneously flew up and draped over him, turning into a black cloak.
Klein raised his hand, and the "Fool" card that he had placed upside down on the table flew into his hand. His aura rose again, and his control over the gray fog deepened.
After getting ready, he lowered his eyes, without praying for the location of the light spot. The intuition of the "fortune teller" made him immediately look at the southern part of the Sonia Sea.
He saw an illusory, dark and lightless "ocean", as if it was frozen in the sky above the clouds forever, and even the real vision above the gray fog was difficult to penetrate.
Above this dark and lightless "ocean", he saw the figure of Roselle, who was very illusory, as if he had become some kind of illusion, and looked like he was isolated in another world.
He was trying to cross this "ocean" and enter the Sonia Sea below.
Seeing this scene, Klein casually summoned a paper man from the pile of debris in the corner, infused it with power and threw it down.
In a flash, the paper man crossed the long distance and appeared beside Roselle, turning into a gray-white mist that always surrounded him.
"You are so slow."
Roselle looked at the dark "ocean" below and sighed in a low voice. With the breath of "Source Castle" as a barrier, he did not have to fear the pollution from the "Chaos Sea".
Then, his body turned into pure shadows, wrapped in gray-white mist and rushed into the dark and lightless "ocean" below.
Relying on the gray mist breath on Roselle's body, Klein finally penetrated his eyes and saw what was happening on the sea.
He saw a bright starlight, which was extremely illusory, as if it was composed of layers of illusory doors. It no longer looked like a physical creature, but more like a concept, a symbol.
With just a glance, Klein was able to interpret a lot of information from it and understood the symbolic fields represented by these bright starlights.
"'Wandering', 'Door', 'Star Realm Passage', 'Key', 'Secret Keeping'. These are all fields included in the Apprenticeship Path. Is the final form of this path to become a conceptual creature? I wonder what the 'Fool' is like."
While talking to himself, Klein found that there was always a layer of crimson mixed in the bright starlight, and the two seemed to have completely merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.
"The pollution of the 'Original Moon'? It has already been marinated!"
While sighing, he saw a figure emerging from the starlight, a figure wearing a monocle.
He seemed to have noticed Klein's gaze, smiled and looked up, and looked at Klein. Chapter 730 Error
"Amon!" Klein's eyebrows jumped, and then he reached out and pulled out a strange crown stained with blood and rust from the pores of history.
Boom!
A lightning stained with rust and blood appeared out of thin air, with the meaning of conquest and harvest, like a red spear, pointing directly at the figure of Amon emerging in the starlight. The
red lightning solidified less than one meter away from Amon, and was then swallowed by the darkness.
Klein didn't care how Amon resolved the attack he imposed. He took the strange crown taken out from the pores of history and created one attack after another with the power of harvest and conquest, trying to delay Amon's promotion process as much as possible.
The red lightning kept striking and disappearing, as if it was caught in some strange cycle.
On the island below, Roselle was like a shadow wandering between the cracks of rules, avoiding all eyes and coming to the brass book that kept turning pages.
As if sensing the danger, golden words began to appear on the brass book, modifying the underlying rules around it, putting itself in a certain absolute domain.
The next second, a pair of dark arms like shadows reached into the absolute domain constructed by the rules.
It was like the shadow of order, the dark side of the rules, not bound by strict rules, and easily penetrated the obstacles and pressed on the brass book that was still modifying the rules.
"This book belongs to you, and the authority of the 'door' belongs to me, how about it?" A gentle voice sounded abruptly.
Roselle turned his head in surprise and looked at a huge rock on the right. There was a figure on it.
He looked like a white man, wearing a black clergy robe, with a silver cross hanging on his chest.
His hair was black, his eyes were pure gold, his facial features were deep, his expression was gentle, his emotions were restrained, and he looked at Roselle with a smile.
"Long time no see, Roselle Gustav, or can I call you Huang Tao?"
He said the last two words in Chinese, which sounded very difficult to pronounce, and one could tell at once that he was not an Oriental.
Roselle looked at the figure who suddenly appeared, while forcing the brass book that he was holding down to close.
Chains extending from the shadow of order emerged out of thin air, spreading to the inside of the brass book, creating chaos and distortion, modifying the laws that had been compiled inside, and making the book's influence on the surroundings ineffective.
After doing all this, he chuckled and said,
"'True Creator'? Or 'Ancient Sun God'? What should I call you?"
"Also, even if you have mastered the power of the mind, you shouldn't be able to let me get close to you without noticing."
The man in the black clergy robe maintained a gentle smile and replied,
"You were too eager and only paid attention to this book, so it is reasonable to ignore some details."
"Whether it is 'True Creator' or 'Ancient Sun God', they are just names in the past, and they are not enough to describe me now."
"You should call me now: the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, the root of all greatness, the ruler of the vast starry sky."
"Oh, I can see that you have always wanted to move closer to that direction."
Roselle smiled, paused, and said thoughtfully,
"I am very curious, have you ever thought about a question, the God we were once familiar with may really exist, and your constant approach to Him is not a decision made under the influence of the unknown."
"Perhaps, at some point, when you are close enough to Him, you become Him."
His golden eyes were a little absent-minded, as if he was recalling the past. After a moment, he sighed and nodded:
"There were indeed factors in this regard at the beginning, and things really developed in this direction."
"Later, in order to solve this problem, I cooperated with 'Night' and helped them kill myself."
Roselle smiled with an unclear expression and asked casually: "Then why do you continue to use this name?"
After a short silence, He calmly said:
"My current honorific name is: the Lord who created everything, the Lord behind the shadow curtain, the ruler of the spiritual world, and the fallen self-nature of all living beings."
With each sentence, the aura on His body rose a point. When he fully stated his identity, His level and power had already surpassed the level of Sequence 0.
"You guys are really insidious."
Realizing that the other party was just stalling for time, Roselle casually complained, and his figure disappeared directly on the spot. The moment he got 0-02, he had silently replaced his original body with a substitute, a re-made Black Emperor card.
In the sky where red lightning frequently fell, Russell's figure suddenly emerged, as if he had drilled out from another world with completely different underlying rules, difficult to predict and discover in advance.
"It's still a bit unsafe to leave a Black Emperor card stained with my aura in the hands of an insidious guy who has mastered the power of corruption and mind. I was too hasty this time, otherwise I could have more and better responses."
He whispered to himself twice, then looked up and looked at Amon, whose figure gradually became clearer.
Chaos and distortion spread silently, and the bright starlight containing layers of illusory doors kept disappearing and reappearing.
Amon and Russell fought over these characteristics, spirits, and pollution belonging to Mr. "Gate".
Above the gray fog, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Russell appear. He attacked Amon above the gray fog for a long time, but there was no effect at all. This feeling was somewhat despairing.
Before Klein could be happy, his vision suddenly twisted, as if an error that was difficult to correct had occurred.
At the same time, the entire world had errors of all sizes, ranging from the measurement standards of distance and scale to certain thoughts that occasionally occurred in the mind, precision instruments, and parts.
This error lasted for less than a second, and everything returned to normal. If someone were to do specific data statistics, they would find that the probability of accidents in the entire world had been greatly increased at that moment.
As the errors that filled the surroundings disappeared, Amon, who was standing in the bright starlight, suddenly changed his appearance and became a man wearing a black clergy robe, with a gentle expression and restrained emotions.
The "True Creator" who revealed his true face stared at Roselle and said the original words again in a flat tone:
"0-02 belongs to you, and the authority of the 'Gate' belongs to me."
".This." Klein was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts burst out like a tide in his mind. He probably guessed what had just happened.
The Amon that he and Roselle stopped was actually the "real creator", and the real Amon had completed his godhood ceremony in another place.
Roselle also understood this, and he felt that he was being fooled when he looked at the figure in front of him who was still smiling warmly.
With a long sigh, he said in a flat tone:
"It seems that you, who have taken back the first blasphemous slate, have become a true 'dreamer'. However, I always feel that your condition should not be so good."
"Is it worth making such a big sacrifice for a naughty child?"
The "True Creator" shook his head and said in a flat tone:
"As a father, you should be able to understand my choice."
Roselle shook his head and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"I don't understand. After all, whether it is Bonois or Bernadette, they are both very cute children, unlike the bad naughty child in your family. They are worth my efforts."
The "True Creator" no longer continued the topic. His body turned into a shadow and merged into the dark and lightless "ocean", disappearing with the projected "Chaos Sea".
Roselle looked up and exchanged a glance with Klein above the gray fog, sighing helplessly:
"Both father and son are top conspirators. Compared to them, Medici can only be a provocateur."
After a long silence, Klein asked: "What good suggestions do you have for digesting the magic potion of the 'Miracle Master'?"
Roselle chuckled and said without hesitation:
"It's simple. You go to the astral realm and ask the gods to make a wish for you, and then fulfill their wishes. This way you will get the greatest feedback."
Fulfill the wishes of the gods? You're so bold. Whether it's the River of Eternal Darkness, the Mother Nest, or the Kingdom of Disorder, these are not things I can get.
Even if the requirements are lowered, they must still hope to annex adjacent ways. The goddesses have either already done it, or the opponents are too strong, so they can only huddle together for warmth.
While thinking, Klein heard Roselle's voice again:
"For example, right now, I have a wish, hoping to remove the pollution on this book."
While speaking, Roselle raised the book in his right hand that was completely wrapped in shadows.
"I'll try." After a moment of silence, Klein decided to make some attempts.
The Abraham family, the elders' meeting initiated by Lawrence, was discussing the matter of Mr. "Gate".
Even though they knew that Mr. "Gate" was likely to have been polluted and had a big problem with his own state, most of them still held a glimmer of luck, believing that as long as they helped Mr. "Gate" return, with a stable anchor, all problems would be solved, and the Abraham family would gradually restore the glory of the former first angel family.
Before their discussion came to a conclusion, a door outlined by pure starlight suddenly took shape, and azure light descended from the other side of the door and fell into the conference room, quickly solidifying and transforming into various forms.
There are translucent keys with strange shapes, there are also bright flames burning quietly, there are also miniature starlight gates, crystal balls formed by insects, and crystal stones that are so transparent that they are almost unreal