Chapter 731 Miracle of Resurrection
"This..." Lawrence looked at the scene in front of him with a blank and astonished face.
Each of those things floating in the air gave him a deep desire to integrate them into himself.
Except for a few of them, most of them were extraordinary characteristics that he knew and could name, and they all belonged to the "apprentice" path.
As for the remaining two that he didn't know, he also had some guesses in his mind, and along with these guesses, he was confused, panicked, and uneasy.
In the elders' meeting, the rest of the people also came back to their senses. A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like a university professor, looked at the characteristics one by one in a panic, and his heartbeat unconsciously became faster.
"How can there be so many characteristics, and..."
"And they are all 'apprentice' paths, and even, many of them belong to high sequences."
Next to him, a middle-aged man in his forties with a medium build, neatly combed hair, wearing the most popular black formal suit in Loen, and wearing a half-high silk hat, took over the conversation.
Lawrence took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions that kept surging in his heart, and said in a deep voice:
"First activate the seal of the family's control to stabilize the situation here. I will try to pray now."
"No need to pray, I'm already here."
Renekton's voice appeared in the room along with colorful tree-like roots hanging from the depths of the spirit world.
At the same time, one star after another appeared out of thin air, densely packed and dazzling, casting one pure and clear brilliance after another in the room.
These brilliances fell on the extraordinary characteristics one by one with great purpose, turning into a layer of transparent amber-like seal, sealing most of the extraordinary characteristics.
In the end, only one copy of each of the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 9 and Sequence 1 was left. Under Renekton's manipulation, they gathered into one copy and fell into his hands.
After doing this, he turned to look at Lawrence and other members of the Abraham family, and said in a calm tone:
"This is considered to be Mr. 'Gate's relic. He returned to reality, and then Amon stole his godhood ritual and authority."
"Of course, at this level, it is difficult for any existence to die completely."
Lawrence looked at the Beyonder Characteristics scattered all over the ground because of being sealed, and his face turned unnaturally pale for a moment. He was a little dazed and at a loss. They were just discussing whether to find a way to perform the ritual to help their ancestors return, but before they came to a conclusion, they received the information that their ancestors had fallen.
After a long silence, he reluctantly accepted the news. In an instant, he seemed to have aged a lot, his expression was complicated, but also much more natural, no longer worried.
On the other side, the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like a university professor, had an uncertain expression. After a moment of hesitation, he chose to ask his doubts:
"It's difficult to die completely, which means that the ancestors may be resurrected? From us, right?"
He paused, without waiting for Renekton's answer, nor paying attention to the changes in the faces of the other members of the Elders Council around him, he continued:
"If so, as long as I swallow these characteristics, can the ancestors return from my body?"
Renekton shook his head slowly and said:
"It is possible, but the greater possibility is that you will directly lose control and become a monster."
"Even if you are willing to give up yourself, your spirit will still remain, and finally form a kind of spiritual stitching monster with the remaining spiritual imprint in the Beyonder characteristics."
After a pause, Renekton chuckled as if he had thought of something, and said:
"You can ask the 'Fool' for a miracle of resurrection from the dead. Although you may not get a response, it is always right to try."
"I need to take away this characteristic that aggregates Sequence Nine and Sequence One. I will try to peel off the spiritual imprint in it."
"As for you, go and pray for a miracle. Perhaps, before long, you will be able to hear the voices of your ancestors again, normal voices."
As soon as the voice fell, Renekton's figure disappeared along with the characteristics of Sequence Nine to Sequence One, and left reality.
In the suddenly quiet meeting room, Lawrence and the other members of the Elders looked at each other, wondering who would speak first.
After a long while, the young man who was most enthusiastic about Mr. Door's affairs raised his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, looked at Lawrence, and said in a calm and deep tone:
"Who of us will pray to the 'Fool'?"
Lawrence raised his hand and pressed his forehead, sighed and said:
"Wait a minute, I'll contact Fors and ask her to help us find out the 'Fool's' attitude towards this matter."
"In addition, what kind of reward can we give?"
Dorian Gray, who was wearing a black suit and a half-high silk hat, immediately took over:
"In addition to these characteristics, the family also has two level 0 seals and multiple level 1 seals."
"But, he, no, it should be Him, why does He want us to seek help from the 'Fool'?"
Lawrence shook his head and said uncertainly: "Perhaps, it's because the 'Fool' holds the power of miracles, or maybe it's a deal between them." Gradually, the conference room fell silent again, and everyone fell into deep thought and stopped talking.
In the astral world, a perfect place surrounded by many colorful tree crowns, streams of complex and pure information flowed in along the colorful tentacles that looked like branches and merged into Renekton's body.
"It was really unexpected. Amon directly became the 'error' and let Him get the authority of the 'door'."
"Starting from the polluted Horamick Haydon, everything began to enter the script of the 'real creator', or, in fact, He had already begun to lay out the plan earlier."
"'Dreamers' are really troublesome, especially dreamers who have already mastered the 'Chaos Sea'."
While whispering to himself, a translucent, strange-looking key appeared in his hand.
Just holding it in his hand, information continued to be transmitted from it to Renekton. Those were coordinates, some in the world, and some in the boundless starry sky. It seemed that it could find and open all the doors in the world.
"It seems that the pollution on Mr. Door has been cleaned up when this characteristic was precipitated, but correspondingly, Mr. Door's spiritual imprint has also become weaker."
While sighing, Renekton's eyes flowed with a deep blue and purple brilliance, and complex and illusory symbols condensed in his eyes.
A huge amount of information emerged out of thin air, condensing into an illusory ball of light around the translucent key in his hand.
Gradually, this illusory ball of light began to extend outwards with transparent tentacles that flickered with starlight, entangled with each other, forming a huge human figure that seemed to be constructed by layers of doors.
Inside this figure, there are many symbolic symbols floating, which are composed of star worms that twisted from different angles, curled up their bodies, and flickered with brilliant starlight.
As the star worms wriggled, the huge human figure began to emerge with a more obvious outline. This process paused at a certain extent and was difficult to change.
"It can only be done this way. I don't know enough about the 'Star Key'. The model made with knowledge and information can only go so far, and it can barely carry this feature."
While whispering to himself, he reached forward and grasped the air. The huge human-shaped figure that seemed to be constructed by layers of doors collapsed instantly and turned into a fist-sized crystal ball with starlight constantly floating.
At the same time, a series of illusory and complex information torrents separated from his body and reorganized into an identical figure, but the aura was not at the level of an angel.
As soon as this figure appeared, he reached out and grabbed the crystal ball, and turned it into a torrent of information, pouring out of the perfect place.
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, Klein was looking at the book wrapped in a dark shadow and worried.
The moment the book was sent above the gray fog, the entire gray fog boiled up, and the reaction was even greater than the last time the Box of the Old Days.
"Perhaps, it's because the knowledge in the Box of the Old Ones is polluted, and this book is truly a unique thing that has evolved."
"Fortunately, I have completely controlled this place and Sefirah Castle. Of course, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't dare to bring this thing up."
As he muttered to himself, above the boundless gray fog, the illusory star representing Renekton suddenly expanded, swaying out circles of crimson ripples.
After hesitating for a moment, Klein extended his spirituality to touch the crimson star.
The crimson light spread out like a tide, and with it came waves of information.
As the gray-white mist surged, it easily intercepted these information flows and sank into the mist of history.
"It seems that you have indeed completely controlled Sefirah Castle." Renekton's voice echoed in the surging gray fog.
"Is this what you want to confirm?"
As he spoke, Klein released the information letters that were intercepted by the gray fog.
A stream of illusory, terrifyingly complex information flowed out from the gray fog, and quickly gathered and reorganized Renekton's figure in the ancient and magnificent palace hall.
As soon as he condensed his figure, he threw the crystal ball in his hand with floating starlight, and said:
"There is a chance to digest the 'Miracle Master' potion. Do you want to try it?"
Klein reached out to catch the crystal ball, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, and asked casually:
"You seem to be more anxious than me."
Renekton sat on his own high-backed chair, chuckled and said:
"Amon has become a true god of both the 'Error' and 'Gate' paths, and you have just been promoted to 'Miracle Master'. The gap between you is too big, so big that 'Source Castle' can't make up for it."
"In the absence of a better choice, I can only make additional investments. Moreover, no matter from my personal appeal or emotion, I don't want Amon to win in the end. He is not a good partner." Chapter 732 Ice Cream
Klein nodded silently, skipped the topic, and asked:
"What is the chance of digesting the 'Miracle Master' potion in your mouth?"
Renekton nodded and said calmly: "A miracle of resurrection from the dead."
Klein was a little stunned, but not that shocked. When he saw the crystal ball, he had already guessed it.
After thinking quietly for two seconds, he spoke:
"This is the ability of a 'miracle worker'. The miracle of resurrection is essentially a deep utilization of past power. Mr. 'Door' is not an angel of this path, nor does he have the authority of history. Even if I want to help him draw a miracle, I can't do it."
"Just tell me what you think. Since you come to me, you should have considered it."
Renekton nodded slightly, leaned back in his chair, and said with a smile:
"This is not impossible. Cheating fate and fooling history, in this regard, you three paths are experts."
"Cheating fate? Fool history?" Klein repeated these two sentences, and there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, but it still couldn't take shape.
Seeing Klein in deep thought, Renekton smiled and tapped the right armrest of the high-back chair with his fingers, explaining briefly:
"You can rely on the characteristics left by Mr. 'Door' to take out a projection of Him from history, accommodating the projection before the uniqueness, or even before becoming an angel. At that time, He was most likely not polluted."
"I can peel off the spiritual imprint left by Mr. 'Door' and sew it with his historical projection, and then fill the gap with false information to extend the duration of the historical projection and let Him awaken a period of self."
"In the case that Mr. 'Door' has fallen, this historical projection can be equivalent to Him himself. In this state, He can be compatible with the characteristics of a 'Fortune Teller' path, and finally you can draw a miracle for Him."
After listening to Renekton's description, Klein frowned and said, "Historical projections will not die, they will only return to the historical pores after exhausting their spirituality."
"I will use the corresponding knowledge and information to maintain His existence, and disguise Him as a normal creature rather than a historical projection by giving abstract knowledge substantial power. Of course, this requires some coordination at the rule level."
Renekton described in detail the solution he had thought of.
Frowning and thinking for a moment, Klein took out another gold coin and divined, then nodded and said,
"You can try it."
"But, people who are already dead should not be able to respond to wishes."
Renekton smiled and answered casually,
"This is the wish of the entire Abraham family, and to some extent it is also my wish, although it is far less important than uncovering the seal of the Western Continent."
"Okay, but they need to make a wish first."
Klein nodded. He was not opposed to this attempt. After all, he would not lose anything if he failed. If he succeeded, he would not only be able to digest the potion, but also have an additional helper to fight against Amon. More importantly, he might be able to find an opportunity for his own godhood ritual.
Oh, what am I thinking about? I am only Sequence 2, and there is still a Sequence 1 between me and godhood. Moreover, for the godhood ritual that requires fooling time, history, or fate once, this attempt might be a little simpler.
Concentrating their thoughts, Klein and Renekton continued to discuss the details until the attempt to resurrect Mr. Door was completely finalized.
Then he looked down at the book wrapped in a dark shadow on the table near him. The boundless gray fog surged again, and the invisible force continued to wash over the book.
As time passed, the dark shadow wrapped around the book turned into pieces and fell off, revealing the brass cover of the book below.
Without the suppression of the shadow of order, the brass book of Trunsoste flipped spontaneously, quickly turning over the unchangeable gray-black part of the first half, and on the blank pages of the second half, silver-white words spontaneously emerged.
These words appeared at the same time on the first line of the first page of the book and the last line of the last page. Just after half of them appeared, the silver-white words stopped, as if they were stuck. A
moment later, a line of small silver-white words appeared at the top of the blank page: The following rules are invalid.
The silver-white words disappeared one by one, then reappeared, and then repeated the scene just now.
Seeing that his grafting had taken effect, causing the uniquely evolved Trunsost brass book to repeatedly get stuck, Klein smiled slightly, and then increased the intensity of the gray fog washing the book. As
time passed, Klein found that the Trunsost brass book's resistance to the gray fog had weakened a little, and it seemed to have begun to adapt to the environment here. Or, in other words, it had been pickled.
Sure enough, the best way to solve pollution is to infect it with another kind of pollution and replace it, and "Source Castle" happens to have such an ability. As for what to do with the new pollution, it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, I have fulfilled the emperor's wish, and he can slowly solve the rest.
As his thoughts floated, Klein manipulated the gray fog to condense into a palm, grabbed the Trunsost brass book, and threw it casually to an illusory star above the boundless gray fog.
With the help of the connection established by the illusory stars and the black "curtain" draped over his body, he completed a grafting and sent the Terensost brass book to the captain's room of the "Dawn" and to the hands of Roselle's projection who was staying there.
At this moment, Klein felt something in his body quietly breaking and completely integrating into himself. A large part of the "Miracle Master" potion in his body was digested at once. As expected of the Sequence 0 "Black Emperor", the feedback from any one of his wishes has made me digest so many potions. I really want to find a few more true gods and let them make wishes for me.
While thinking, his eyes fell on Renekton again.
Feeling Klein's gaze, Rexxar shrugged his shoulders and said in a calm tone:
"I have already provided an opportunity to fulfill a wish. You can go to 'Night' or Qi Guang, Mr. Azik, and the mercury snake who loves ice cream. There are always some wishes that you can do."
Klein nodded lightly. He already had some ideas in his mind.
Backlund, Dr. Kress's house.
Will Auceptin, who was sitting in the stroller, rolled his eyes and looked at the ice cream that Klein handed to him. He said speechlessly,
"So, this is your excuse for giving me fake ice cream?"
Klein raised his hand and touched his nose with a guilty conscience, and explained,
"This is not fake. During the fifteen minutes when the extraordinary ability is effective, it is real ice cream. After the duration is over, it will disappear directly from your stomach, allowing you to enjoy the delicious ice cream without affecting the health of the baby."
Will Auceptin showed an expression that was difficult to describe, and looked at Klein and said,
"Then why don't you just give me all fake ice cream and hide it in a pile of real ice cream? Are you sure you are not guilty?"
"I must tell you that deceiving me is not deceiving fate, unless I become the 'Wheel of Fortune', then I can be called a part of fate."
"Besides, such a little ice cream will not affect the health of a 'Mercury Snake'."
Klein nodded without too much disappointment, took out the ice cream he took out from the historical pores, and handed the remaining real ice cream to Will and said,
"Okay, then the remaining ice cream will be my apology."
"That's more like it."
Will Auceptin, who was sitting in the stroller, looked like a little adult.
He took the ice cream handed over by Klein and started eating it. Seeing that Will was addicted to ice cream and no longer bothered about the fake ice cream, Klein took the opportunity to ask:
"Do you know where there is an opportunity to help people realize their wishes?"
"It's available now."
Will Auceptin replied casually, and then continued to eat the ice cream with relish. He even licked the corner of his mouth after eating.
Klein looked at Will Auceptin with a satisfied face, and the feedback of realizing wishes appeared again. The "Miracle Master" potion in his body was digested a little more.
Looking up at Klein who was still a little confused, Will Auceptin licked his lips and said:
"Because I have eaten too much ice cream recently, my father is worried about my health and asked me not to eat ice cream for a week. Fortunately, you came at this time."
Klein nodded silently. He even suspected that the idea of sending ice cream to Will to fulfill his wish was under the influence of the other party.
After fulfilling the wish of a "Mercury Snake" for ice cream, Klein turned and went to the Cathedral of Saint Samuel in the West District.
He prayed to the Goddess of Night in the prayer hall, expressing his desire to help people realize their wishes.
He originally thought that the goddess would let him fetch water from the "River of Everlasting Darkness", but the goddess did not respond to his prayer at all.
The God War had just ended not long ago, and the goddess should still be digesting the gains from it, and had no time to pay attention to too many prayers.
While his thoughts were floating, he saw Leonard walking out from the back of the prayer hall, and the other party also saw him, and both of them were obviously stunned.
Klein retracted his gaze, turned around and left the prayer hall, and at the edge of the square that had regained its popularity, he fed the white pigeons that flew back from somewhere after the war ended.
Not long after, Leonard appeared beside him and asked casually,
"Were you praying to the goddess just now?"
Klein nodded silently. After a pause, seeing that Leonard did not ask any more questions, he changed the subject and said,
"Do you have any wishes recently? Or, does that Pales Zoroast have any wishes?"
"Wishes?" Leonard was stunned for a moment and said uncertainly, "Does digesting the 'Night Watch' potion count?"
Klein nodded and said, "Yes, I will create an environment suitable for you to digest the potion." Chapter 733 Secret Message
The old voice of Pales echoed in Leonard's ears:
"He is playing the role of the 'Miracle Worker', no, he is now "Him". It seems that the further resurrection of the 'Fool' has also brought considerable benefits to your former colleague."
"Amon's deification, the resurrection of the 'Fool', and the peaceful days are coming to an end."
Leonard was stunned for a moment, looking at Klein on the side without reacting, and asked in disbelief:
"Are you already an angel?"
"Yes." Klein nodded, and asked again:
"Does Pales Zoroast have any wishes that need to be fulfilled? I need to digest the potion as soon as possible."
"Uh, I'll ask the old man." Leonard responded with a mixed emotion and nodded.
Before he could ask, Pales' voice had already echoed in his ears:
"I can hear it."
"I am an old man with nothing. What wish can I have? If I must name a wish, I hope Amon can disappear from this world."
Leonard relayed Pales' wish, and Klein nodded with a complicated look. This is also my wish, but unfortunately, I can't do it. Not to mention that Amon himself would not agree, his cheap father would not agree either.
After chatting with Leonard for a few words, Klein said goodbye and left. The pressure from Amon's deification made him eager to digest the potion in his body, and it would be best if he could complete the ceremony of promotion to "Secret Servant" by the way.
Klein, who had an idea, did not stay any longer, and quickly ran around various places in Loen, looking for the right people to help them realize their wishes.
Until three o'clock in the afternoon on Monday, in the ancient palace that seemed to be eternal above the gray fog.
A series of deep red lights rose up and quickly solidified into different figures sitting on both sides of the mottled long table.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
Audrey, the Justice, led the group. Everyone greeted Klein, the Fool, who was at the top. Then they sat down and nodded to each other.
Renekton sat on a high-back chair belonging to the White Tower, watching the people at the Tarot Club with interest. He was just a projection from the pores of history, summoned by Klein from the mist of history in advance.
After taking back all the authority, his status had reached the level of half a step to the old days. Even if it was just a clone formed by partial information, it would cause strong rejection from Sefirah Castle. He could only participate in the weekly Tarot Club by pulling the historical projection through Klein.
In fact, he could not participate. The weekly Tarot Club was not very useful and meaningful to him.
But he enjoyed the atmosphere here, which helped him maintain his current humanity.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw Emlyn the Moon, who had just sat down, looking around anxiously, then raised his hand and said,
"Everyone, I have a question. I want to know if the two paths of 'cultivator' and 'moon' are special compared to other paths?"
After a pause, he added,
"Recently, I learned about some differences within the Church of the Earth. They divide the clergy into two parts: the God-favored and the God-favored."
As Emlyn the Moon spoke, most people at the Tarot Club had the same doubts as him.
Everyone looked at each other, and finally looked at Renekton. In their opinion, without disturbing The Fool, the White Tower was the most knowledgeable person at the Tarot Club.
Feeling everyone's gaze, Renekton tilted his head back and sighed,
"You should all know that as long as you set foot on the Extraordinary Path, there is always the danger of losing control, and losing control means there is pollution."
"This pollution may come from many aspects, the things you come into contact with, the sounds you hear, but the main and most fundamental reason is the mental imprint and madness left in the Extraordinary characteristics, as well as the top of the Sequence Path."
"The top of the Sequence Path?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment, and then murmured in disbelief: "You mean there is... a problem with the Mother Goddess?"
"Hehe, there is a knowledge that you may have come into contact with, have guessed, or perhaps have no knowledge of."
The voice of "The Fool" Klein echoed clearly in the ears of every member of the Tarot Club. They even slowed down their breathing, quietly and anxiously waiting for Mr. "The Fool" to say next:
"The top of the Sequence Path is not Sequence 0. There are some existences above it."
"For example, the 'Ancient Sun God' that you all know."
"Don't try to explore this knowledge. It is secret not only because few people know it, but also because this knowledge is dangerous enough, even if you just know it." ".Sure enough." Cattleya, the Hermit, accepted this information the fastest.
She had previously guessed that the "Ancient Sun God" had more authority than the ancient gods of the Second Epoch. In fact, in order to assassinate Him, not only His own cooperation was needed, but also the cooperation of the Angel King and the True Gods at that time.
In other words, there was an existence of a higher status than the "Mother Earth Goddess" in the two paths of "The Cultivator" and "The Moon". He was influencing these two paths. Who could it be, the "Original Moon"?
Was Mr. Fool also in this group during his heyday? That's why He didn't care about Amon, who even the gods had to be on guard against, and was hostile to the "True Creator" who walked out of the corpse of the "Ancient Sun God".
In addition, the "Knowledgeable One" annexed the authority of the "God of Steam and Machinery". Is he also approaching this level?
One thought after another flashed through her mind, and she was so shocked that she even forgot to control her expression.
The rest of the members of the Tarot Club looked at Cattleya, realizing that the Hermit had come up with many shocking guesses through Mr. Fool's hints.
Only Emlyn the Moon didn't pay attention to her. His mind was a little messy, and he looked at the top of the mottled long table for help, looking at Klein the Fool and said,
"Mr. Fool, on the two paths of the Moon and the Cultivator, are there other beings besides the Mother Goddess? And are they beings that can interfere with the Mother Goddess?"
Klein the Fool nodded slightly and said,
"The Original Moon is His incarnation in this world. There are more things that you cannot explore now."
Realizing that everyone still had many questions, he leaned back and asked a question in a rhetorical way:
"Where do you think the source of the twenty-two extraordinary paths is?"
Cattleya answered carefully,
"The previous view of the Moss Ascetic Order was that the essence of the world is knowledge, the essence of knowledge is numbers, and everything is numbers, including humans, and also the extraordinary characteristics of the twenty-two paths."
"After the emergence of the 'Evangelist', this view has changed. Some people have made the following conclusion based on the knowledge from the 'Evangelist':
the world was born from the original creator, who incarnated all things, including spirituality, matter, and extraordinary characteristics. The essence of the operation of the world is the result of the interweaving of countless different dimensions. These dimensions include the spiritual realm, the spiritual world, the astral world, the shadow world, the long river of destiny, and many other concrete or abstract existences. The real world is the center of all the interweaving."
"In the knowledge I have obtained, there is such a description: the world operates because of changes."
After a slight pause, she continued to add: "The first part is the consensus of all the Orthodox Churches, and the latter part is a theory unique to the Evangelist Church."
"In addition, there is the triple world advocated by the School of Life."
"Moon" Emlyn looked at "Hermit" Cattleya and nodded slightly:
"As one of the masters of the Second Epoch, we, the Blood Clan, believe that the extraordinary characteristics do originate from the original creator. With the accumulation of different characteristics, the ancient gods were born, and then the ancient gods created different races."
"That is to say, although the theories of the major churches and secret organizations are very different, they basically believe that the extraordinary characteristics originated from the original creator."
"Justice" Audrey quickly summarized, and finally looked at the top of the mottled long table for confirmation.
"Almost the same, the previous owner of some paths did not die with the initial awakening, but only had some characteristics and authority torn off."
Klein considered his words and described them as concisely as possible without involving dangerous information.
"Awakening?" "Justice" Audrey was stunned for a moment. This was not the answer she imagined.
Klein tapped the edge of the table with his fingers and reminded:
"There is no need to explore. The more you know, the more dangerous it is. You can give yourself a mental hint to let yourself ignore this part of the information in normal times."
"I understand. Thank you for your warning, Mr. 'Fool'." Audrey nodded in response with a serious look.
After almost digesting the information Klein had thrown out, Emlyn swallowed his saliva and said,
"That 'Original Moon' wanted to reclaim the authority of the 'Cultivator' and 'Moon' paths, so he interfered with the Mother Goddess' oracle and interfered with the Beyonders of these two paths. Is this also the reason for the special structure of the Church of the Earth?"
"That's right." Klein confirmed Emlyn's guess.
With the affirmation of Mr. Fool, Emlyn's heart was not only not put down, but hung higher. This means that as believers of the Mother Goddess and the favorites of the Moon, our blood race will be more dangerous than most Beyonders, unless the Mother Goddess completely takes over the authority of the 'Moon' and 'Cultivator'.
Even if we don't believe in and understand the "Original Moon", as Beyonders born in the 'Moon' path, the blood race is also easily interfered by Him. Is this the reason for the system of God's Grace and God's Favored? The more Emlyn thought about it, the worse his face became.
To his right, Renekton looked at Emlyn, whose face was gradually getting uglier, and chuckled to comfort him:
"Think positively. Compared to the two paths of 'alien' and 'demon', you are already very lucky to have Lilith's protection." Chapter 734 Wish
Emlyn was stunned for a moment, and instantly thought of those guys from the Rose School and the Demon Family. He suddenly felt that what Renekton said made sense, and subconsciously wanted to nod and praise the Mother Goddess.
After a pause, he suppressed the impulse in his heart, and then asked:
"Is this the reason why almost all good gods and evil gods are hostile to the two evil gods, 'Primal Moon' and 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"
"Because of their existence, as long as you embark on the path of 'prisoners' or 'criminals', it will be difficult to maintain your self-identity. You will gradually degenerate and indulge in desires, unless you have the protection of the Mother Goddess like us?"
Renekton nodded without much expression, and then said: "Not just them, and not just these four paths."
Emlyn, who was stunned for a moment before reacting, asked a little blankly: "What else?"
At the bottom of the mottled long table, Klein controlled his trumpet "World" and coughed lightly:
"Don't explore secrets that you shouldn't know. Once you touch certain hidden dangers, you won't even have the opportunity to ask Mr. 'Fool' for help." There is
not even a chance to ask for help. Mr. "World" means that once you learn certain secrets, you will be silently contaminated or even die the moment you know them, and the encounterer himself will not even be able to react.
Audrey, Justice, interpreted the words of warning from German Sparrow, The World, in her mind, and decided to give herself a psychological hint as soon as the party was over, sealing this part of the content and not thinking about it or exploring it anymore.
Gathering her thoughts, she looked at Renekton in front of her and asked curiously,
"Mr. 'White Tower', in addition to the four paths just mentioned, which other paths have problems? Well, this should be something we can discuss, right?"
Renekton smiled and nodded in response, "'Lawyer' and 'Arbitrator'."
"Lawyer?" "Hermit" Cattleya was slightly stunned, and asked with some confusion,
"The Beyonders of these two paths don't seem to show too dangerous characteristics. They are not even as dangerous as the 'Moon' and 'Mother' paths."
After a pause, she added hesitantly, "Is it because there is something special about these two paths?"
"World" Gehrman Sparrow shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice,
"No, it's just because the one at the top of these two paths did not exert the same influence as the 'Original Moon' and the 'Mother Tree of Desire', or the influence is very small and difficult to be detected. He is as quiet as if he has disappeared."
Renekton smiled and continued, "It's not missing. He is just quietly being a genie."
Genie? The genie in the wishing lamp? Is He an Old One sealed on Earth? Then didn't He sneak into Earth a long time ago, and then was discovered and sealed by the then-Celestial Lord?
No wonder this Outer God is so quiet and has no sense of existence. It's a bit miserable. Well, if I want to deal with Amon, maybe I can ask Him to cooperate with me. Supporting me to become the "Lord of Mysteries" is also a way to press the coffin of the Celestial Lord to death.
As thoughts floated through Klein's mind, his spiritual intuition was touched. Although it was not very clear, it seemed to indicate that contacting the Lamp God would be rewarding.
After a short silence, everyone tacitly stopped discussing this topic. Although they were all curious about the truth hidden in it, they all remembered Mr. Fool's reminder.
"Ahem~" "Moon" Emlyn coughed twice, and after attracting everyone's attention again, he said:
"Everyone, I have another question. I have mastered the names of the high-sequence potions of the 'Cultivator' and 'Moon' pathways, but there are two sequences that I am a little confused about."
"Sequence one of the 'Moon' pathway is called 'Goddess of Beauty', and Sequence two of the 'Cultivator' pathway is called 'Mistress of Desolation'. They seem to have certain gender orientations. Why is that?"
Renekton raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:
"Have you ever thought about why the blood race has never had a prince, only a queen, and why the top leaders of the Church of the Earth are almost all women except for a few extraordinary people of the warrior pathway."
Emlyn's face was a little pale, his lips moved, and he didn't say a word. This, this must be a test for me, a test.
Noticing Emlyn's expression, Renekton casually explained:
"Don't worry, the characteristics of the blood race have always been very tense. You are unlikely to become an angel. Even if you really have a chance, you can only stay at the 'Creator' stage."
".I see."
After two seconds of silence, Emlyn nodded and replied. Are you really comforting me? Why don't I feel comforted?
While thinking, he saw the "Magician" lady looked at Mr. "Fool" at the top nervously, raised her hand and said:
"Mr. 'Fool', the Abraham family wants to seek your help on some matters. For this reason, they have entrusted me to seek your advice. Would you be willing to spend a little time to listen to their prayers?"
"Along with this letter, there are also detailed information on two level 0 seals, namely the Star Staff and the God's Scroll, both of which are evolved from the characteristics of the 'Planeswalker'"
"Magician" Fors described in detail the extraordinary abilities and negative effects of the Star Staff and the God's Scroll. At the end, she asked nervously:
"Mr. 'Fool', what do you think of these two seals?" What do I think? I can only say that they are worthy of being the former angel family. Even though they have long been defeated, they can easily take out two level 0 seals. Even the Orthodox Church does not have too many such items. As his thoughts floated, Klein leaned back slightly and said leisurely:
"Let them pay one wish, the wish of the entire Abraham family, and the remaining reward will be paid by Mr. 'Gate'."
"As for the two seals, let them hand them over to you for a period of time."
"Ah? Me?" Fors was stunned for a moment, and said somewhat at a loss: "But I don't have the ability to control a level 0 seal."
That is a level 0 seal, and two of them. If there is a slight accident, I may be killed by the negative effects. Well, this is still the best case. If the problem is serious, or even the seal fails, the entire city may disappear overnight and be thrown into the seabed, volcanoes, or even the abyss.
Fors kept muttering in his heart, but did not dare to say it out loud.
"'The World' will find you." Klein explained briefly, and then stopped talking.
Magician Fors pursed his lips and nodded doubtfully: "Okay, I will pass the news to my teacher."
As Magician Fors' topic came to an end, the Tarot Club fell silent again, until the Sun raised the issue of Silver City's development in the outside world, and everyone started discussing it again.
A few minutes later, today's Tarot Club came to an end. As everyone stood up and saluted, a series of deep red lights instantly rose up, dissolving everyone's figures into it.
Looking around the palace that suddenly became much emptier, Klein made his materialized "world" disappear, and then looked at Azik on the left side of the mottled long table and asked:
"Mr. Azik, do you have any wishes that need to be fulfilled?"
"Wish." Azik murmured in a low voice, as if thinking about what wishes Klein could do and what he really needed.
After a moment of silence, he nodded gently: "I hope to see my relatives in those past identities again, even if it's just a projection from history."
Klein nodded and said softly:
"I understand. I need some medium, not real objects. As long as you have seen it before, touched it, and remember what it looks like."
Then with his help, Azik materialized the object that served as the medium.
It was a knight's straight sword carved out of wood. It was well preserved. Just from the color, it can be seen that it has been there for a long time. It seems that the former owner took good care of it.
In addition to the wooden sword, there is also a classical music box and a somewhat old wooden comb.
Looking at the objects that were materialized in front of him, Azik smiled absentmindedly and said,
"They are the things that I remember most vividly. That was the wooden sword that I carved for my first child. He liked it very much and practiced swordsmanship with it every day and challenged me with it."
"That music box was a birthday gift I gave to one of my daughters. It was her most cherished gift, but that was eight hundred years ago. It has been so long that many memories have become blurred. Only this music box is still clear, and there is also that wooden comb."
Azik's voice gradually became low and nasal.
Klein and Renekton listened quietly on the side until Azik finished his story. Klein took those items and tried again and again to pull out the projection from the historical pores through the mystical connection between the items and their owners.
The time was too long, and he and the owners of these items could be said to have no intersection, so it became difficult to pull out the historical projection.
After trying repeatedly for more than a dozen times, he finally succeeded once.
He pulled out a little girl in a white lace dress from the historical pores. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with soft features and a contour between her eyebrows and eyes that was somewhat similar to Mr. Azik.
At the moment when the historical projection was pulled out, Klein once again received feedback on fulfilling other people's wishes, and this time the feedback was very strong, even stronger than the feedback he received when he met Qi Guang last time.
Sure enough, the feedback brought by helping others realize their wishes is not only related to the difficulty of the wish, but also to the intensity of one's own will.
Well, it seems that Qi Guang's desire to see me at that time was not that strong. It's also true that they have always stayed in the spiritual world. As long as I enter the spiritual world, I will always have the opportunity to see them, and I have already dealt with two of them. Chapter 735 Negotiation
In a secret manor somewhere in the Abraham family, Lawrence convened the elders meeting as soon as he received Fors's reply.
He recounted all the contents described in Fors's letter, and waited for a while before asking:
"What do you think about this matter?"
Verdu Garcia, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, spoke first: "It is worth exchanging two level 0 seals for the return of the ancestors."
"What if the other party takes the seals but does not fulfill their promise?"
Dorian Gray, who was sitting opposite him, seemed a little hesitant.
Verdu Garcia raised his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and laughed at himself:
"Are we qualified to negotiate with a great being? We can only expect the other party's kindness."
Lawrence rubbed his forehead, sighed and said: "Vote."
Soon, the Abrahams who participated in the elders' meeting expressed their attitudes in the form of voting, all in favor, and no one opposed.
"It's still the same result. I don't know what you were hesitating about just now." The youngest, Verdu Garcia, shook his head and sighed.
Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace that seemed to last forever, Klein looked at the crimson stars rising one after another in the gray fog around him, and the prayers of the Abrahams echoed in his ears.
Their words were very unified, and they were telling the "Fool" their wishes.
"It's been less than a day since the Tarot meeting yesterday. It seems that the Abrahams are surprisingly consistent and united in the matter of resurrecting their ancestors." With
a low sigh, Klein raised his hand and dragged out the historical projection of Renekton from the historical pores. The historical projection was just a historical projection when he became the "Knowledge Emperor".
As soon as it appeared, the eyes of this historical projection were dull for a moment, and then quickly became lively and agile.
His eyes lingered on the crimson ripples that were swaying around him, and then he looked at Klein and said,
"Are you ready?"
Klein nodded gently, "Let's try it."
As he spoke, he let the fist-sized crystal ball with floating starlight fly into his hand.
He held the crystal ball in his hand, closed his eyes, and exhaled a long breath. He reached into the void in front of him and dragged it hard, but nothing happened.
Klein lowered his eyes and reached out again without any emotional ups and downs, but nothing happened again.
After trying dozens of times, he still couldn't drag out Mr. "Gate"'s historical projection from the historical pores.
Klein sat back in his high-backed chair with some frustration, and said helplessly,
"I understand the difficulties of those 'ancient scholars'. This ability to summon historical projections really depends on your appearance, especially when facing the historical projections of those angels."
With a sigh, Klein reached out again and grabbed the void in front of him without any hope. His hand suddenly sank and he felt a sense of strength.
Finally succeeded. As he sighed, a figure like the vampire duke in folklore was pulled out from the historical pores.
Mr. "Gate" looked like a middle-aged man with a stern face, his hair was black and mixed with a little white hair, and his blue eyes looked dull and lifeless.
Klein looked at Renekton beside him and said with a smile: "Success."
Renekton nodded and reached out to grab the crystal ball in Klein's hand.
Silently, the originally azure crystal ball disintegrated and turned into a huge and complex illusory torrent composed of pure information, merging into the historical projection.
As this extraordinary characteristic that originally belonged to Mr. "Gate" was accommodated by the historical projection and supplemented by the residual promotion mark, the originally dull eyes of this historical projection had a touch of fresh temperament, but it was just a little, not enough to reach the point of awakening itself.
Looking at the result, Klein nodded slightly, and said with relief:
"I was a little worried about whether the spiritual imprint left in the characteristics would be contaminated by the 'original moon'."
Renekton nodded, and said: "Let's go to the spirit world. I can't use the ability related to uniqueness here."
"Okay." Klein responded calmly, and the "curtain" of the evolution of the "secret servant" characteristic flew to him spontaneously, turning into a black cloak.
The gray mist under his feet surged instantly, and layers of bright and intense colors emerged around him. Silently, the surrounding scene was replaced by a place in the spirit world. At
the top of the spirit world, the seven bright lights that seemed to have been there forever suddenly flowed quickly, getting closer and closer, until they completely enveloped the surroundings and cut off all information exchanges.
Renekton nodded in the direction of the seven lights, and then looked at the historical projection of Mr. "Gate" in front of him. There was a constant flow of brilliance in his eyes, condensing one complex and illusory symbol after another.
It seemed as if a hazy glimmer composed of a vast amount of imaginary things bloomed in Mr. "Door"'s blue eyes, constantly evolving to form a wilderness. The information belonging to Mr. Door was constantly being gathered, and it was spontaneously completing itself.
As time went by, the spiritual imprint left by the extraordinary characteristics continued to grow, and finally awakened itself in the historical projection.
"Who is calling me?"
Above the gray fog, there were grayish-white fluorescence on Klein's body, which gathered into a black crystal-carved eye in his hand.
This is the characteristic of the "Fortune Teller" path sequence nine to sequence five, and the characteristics that Klein separated from his body.
He did not separate the characteristics above the demigod, and the divinity contained in this part of the characteristics was too strong, which would inevitably affect Mr. Door's spiritual imprint.
At the moment when this eye was formed, the surrounding gray fog poured into it, filling it, wrapping it, forming a ball of things that kept beating like a heart.
He casually threw this ball of gray-white heart out, and under the traction of the invisible force, it smoothly merged into Mr. Door's historical projection body.
Deep in the spiritual world, in the area actively shielded by the seven lights.
Mr. Door digested the information that was directly poured into his mind and figured out his current state and situation.
He glanced at Renekton with a complicated expression, then looked upwards, as if he could see through the seven lights and see Klein above the gray fog.
After a while, He murmured, "'Source Castle', I didn't expect that there is already an owner there, and it's not either Amon or Antigonus."
After a pause, He looked at Renekton again and asked solemnly,
"Why did you save me? What price did Abraham pay?"
Before Renekton could answer, a crudely cut paper figure penetrated the gray fog and floated down from above the spirit world. After approaching, the paper figure quickly expanded and deformed, turning into the appearance of Klein.
Mr. Door's attention was attracted by Klein. He stared at him for a long time before he spoke with some doubt:
"Angel? You can control Sefirah Castle. Are you the backup plan left by the former Lord of Mysteries?"
Klein asked casually, "Why not Him?"
Mr. Door's expression was a little serious, and he explained his reasons very seriously:
"If you were really that person, it would be impossible for you to stay at the level of Sequence 2 after controlling Sefirah Castle. Even if most of the characteristics have been controlled by others, you can easily aggregate and recover those that I have contained and push your own sequence to the level of Angel King."
"What's more, your status is not even that of a true god, let alone the old days."
Klein nodded, no longer dwelling on this topic, and asked instead:
"Can you contain the characteristics of the Secret Master? Can I help you predict a miracle of resurrection from the dead?"
Mr. Door did not answer the question directly, but asked in return:
"I am just a historical projection. How do you intend to let me enter death instead of returning to the historical gap?"
"I will graft a state of death on you, and at the same time cheat the rules, so that you will die like a normal creature in a short period of time, and then rely on the predicted 'miracle' to complete the resurrection."
"Of course, you cannot directly restore the status of the 'Gate' path angel in the future. You need to become a 'miracle worker' first, pay the price of this resurrection, and then you can regain your former power, otherwise you will die the moment you restore your angel status."
"As a reward for resurrecting you, I need you to help me fight Amon. As for the rest, you need to discuss it on your own."
Klein explained his and Renekton's plan in detail, and at the end, he also put forward his own requirements, which is the price that Mr. "Gate" needs to pay.
"No problem, I don't reject becoming a 'miracle worker'. If I had the ability of a 'miracle worker' at the beginning, I wouldn't be helpless in the face of pollution."
Mr. "Gate" nodded solemnly, agreed to Klein's conditions, and then turned his head to look at Renekton.
Renekton said the reward he had thought of long ago without hesitation: "Work for me for 100 years. You can come and bargain with me for the specifics after you are resurrected."
"Okay." After a slight hesitation, Mr. "Gate" still nodded and agreed to this condition.
Compared to helping Klein fight Amon, this condition of working for 100 years can be said to be very easy. For angels, life span is no longer a problem.
After some negotiations, the three parties finally reached a consensus.
Then Klein lit the paper man he had thrown away, and his consciousness returned to the gray fog. He cast a burst of information as light and shadow into the illusory star representing Azk.
After a while, he got feedback and pulled Azk to the gray fog.
At the same time, Roselle, holding a brass book, appeared silently in the spirit world, next to Renekton and Mr. "Door".
Roselle looked at Mr. "Door" who appeared in front of him as a historical projection, and said with a complicated tone and sigh:
"We finally meet, Mr. 'Door'."