Chapter 746: Kingdom of Night
After everyone shared their experiences, it was soon Leonard "Star"'s turn to speak.
He first let out a long breath, then leaned against the back of his chair, looked at the "World" at the bottom, and said in a deep tone:
"Amon became 'Error'."
"Error?" "Justice" Audrey asked the question that most people had in common.
"This is the name of the 'Thief' Pathway Sequence 0. In addition to 'Error', Amon may also have the authority of the 'Gate' Pathway. He will become a true god occupying two paths."
"World" Gehrman Sparrow spoke up to answer everyone's questions.
The Tarot Club fell silent again, so quiet that even the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.
After a silent silence, Klein controlled the trumpet "World" and continued to speak:
"You don't have to worry too much. Before He achieves his goal, He will basically not do anything too eye-catching and will not affect your life. Just like the Seven Gods in the past, they just exist."
Does it mean that after achieving his goal, Amon may do something that affects our lives?
The members of the Tarot Club looked at each other for a while, trying to digest the news that Amon would become a dual-path true god.
After a period of silence, "Tank" Anderson spoke first, sighing in a joking tone:
"The past week was really wonderful, but unfortunately, most of us can't even enter the audience seats."
"World" Gehrman Sparrow replied with emotion: "This is not a bad thing. The more you know, the more you bear, and the more dangers you have."
"Tank" Anderson shook his head and said:
"But at least you know why you live and why you die, instead of falling in a sudden war or a disaster that breaks out for unknown reasons."
"Since becoming the 'Iron Knight', I suddenly have many feelings that I have never had before. I found that I always seem to be actively or passively involved in chaos and struggles, and because of this, I have seen many innocent people fall in the chaos."
Renekton turned his head to look at Anderson and found that his expression was a little solemn, as if he was really sighing and puzzled from the bottom of his heart.
After thinking for a while, he continued:
"This is inevitable. The path of 'Red Priest' represents chaos, disaster and war. As the sequence increases, you will inevitably move closer to this direction, attracting disasters while being attracted by them."
"Frequent contact with wars and various disasters can easily leave people with some sequelae. Perhaps you need the guidance of a psychologist."
"Justice" Audrey continued with Renekton's words:
"Mr. 'White Tower' is right, especially since this is a world with all kinds of extraordinary powers. The battlefield is an excellent place to brew a 'mental plague.'"
As a "manipulator", she can naturally perceive the problems with "Chariot" Anderson. As a member of the Tarot Club, she still hopes that the other party can pay attention to it and find a qualified psychologist as soon as possible to solve the hidden psychological problems.
Anderson nodded slightly and said with a sigh, "I understand. After I finish reading the books in the room, I will go to the archbishop I know to help me with some psychological counseling."
Audrey was a little confused. She didn't understand the connection between reading books and looking for help to solve psychological problems. However, seeing the helpless but calm expression of "Chariot" Anderson, she did not raise her doubts.
After a while of communication, this week's Tarot Club came to an end. After everyone stood up and saluted, deep red light rose up, melting the blurry figures in the palace. Only Klein and his projection pulled out from the gaps in history were left.
At this time, Klein's figure suddenly changed. A layer of light gray mist shrouded his body again. He seemed to be wearing a dark classical robe, which made him look mysterious and weird.
Transparent and slippery tentacles stretched out from under the robe and slapped the surroundings wantonly.
Renekton and Roselle looked at each other, neither of them spoke. They sat quietly in their seats, their bodies inexplicably becoming ethereal, as if they did not exist, unable to be touched by those tentacles.
Ten seconds later, all the strange phenomena disappeared, the gray mist covering Klein's body and the black classical robe extending from his body disappeared, and the slippery tentacles that were flapping randomly turned into spiritual insects and returned to his body.
Exhaling a long breath, Klein looked at Renekton and Roselle and said,
"There are some problems with the characteristics of the 'Attendant of Mysteries' that were aggregated by the 'Source Castle'. The spiritual imprint of the Celestial Lord is particularly active."
"If I hadn't been prepared and recovered the characteristics of Zaratul the first time I became the 'Attendant of Mysteries' and retained His spiritual imprint, and if the identity of 'World' Gehrman Sparrow had not been playing the role of 'Attendant of Mysteries', I would have lost control when I was promoted."
After a pause, he asked curiously, "You should also have times when you are crazy and difficult to control. How do you usually get through it?"
Renekton's ethereal figure solidified again, and he answered casually, "As an information creature, I can merge with the information of this world. Even if I go crazy, no one will notice. I have enough data backups and can adjust my status in the first time."
"But from a certain perspective, I am going crazy all the time. It's just that the crazy part of the information is suppressed by me and difficult to show."
"This is the peculiarity of information creatures. The side effect of doing this is that my status has always been maintained at a level that is neither good nor bad."
Russell shrugged, and then said, "Lock myself up in the kingdom of God and go crazy. Anyway, I won't go crazy in front of others like you do. It will make me feel socially dead."
"." Klein expressed his speechlessness at the moment with his expression.
After two seconds of silence, he randomly found a topic to ask Roselle, "Is it fun to join the Tarot Club?"
The latter leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin with one hand and said,
"Well, it's a bit similar to Adam's Twilight Hermit Club, but the atmosphere is more relaxed."
You also commented on it and made a complaint. Klein coughed lightly and brought the topic back,
"What do you think about finding Antigonus?"
"No way." Renekton shook his head, and then added,
"If He is an angel from another path, or He has not yet mastered uniqueness, I can find Him by screening information from all over the world, but I can't find the 'Secret Servant' who has mastered the uniqueness of the 'Fool' by screening information."
Roselle nodded in agreement and said,
"Similarly, He can fool the rules and travel through various gaps, whether real or conceptual. I cannot find Him by distorting and exploiting the rules, unless I can master the 'Land of Disorder' and become the embodiment of all order."
Klein sighed. Although these answers were within his expectations, he still felt helpless when he heard them.
"I tried to find Him by relying on the aggregation effect of 'Source Castle' on this path, but I also didn't find any clues."
After thinking for a moment, Renekton reminded him:
"Perhaps, you can try to look in the mist of history, the Kingdom of Night in the Fourth Epoch or even the Third Epoch, the era when the ancient gods were active in the Second Epoch."
"This era no longer has the people and things that He loves, and there is no anchor. As an 'Ancient Scholar', going back to history to review the beautiful memories of the past is also a way to strengthen his own humanity."
Klein's eyes lit up. Judging from himself, he felt that this was very likely, just like when he became an "Ancient Scholar" and had abundant spirituality, he immediately went to the old days before the First Epoch.
In the western part of Backlund, underground of Saint Samuel Church, Leonard sat in his office and told Pales, who was parasitic in his body, what he heard at the Tarot Club. It was not
until he stopped for a long time that Pales sighed:
"I roughly know. It should be that the previous 'Fool' recovered to a power close to the level of a true god, and directly found Zaratul and took away His characteristics."
"But at the same time, Amon rushed to the Hornachis Mountains to awaken or directly kill Antigonus, and Antigonus also relied on the ability to resurrect from the dead to get rid of his crazy current situation and escape from the Kingdom of Night sealed by 'Night'."
"In this era, there is no anchor for Antigonus. Relying only on the secret doll will eventually cause problems. Perhaps it won't be long before Antigonus will go crazy again and be exposed." "
By then, the most intense conflict will break out between 'The Fool' and Amon."
Leonard's expression was confused. Before the old man explained, he had never thought of so many things.
After a moment of silence, he murmured, "Amon helped Antigonus to stop Mr. Fool from taking back his characteristics and authority? Then who do you think will win the fight between Him and Mr. Fool now?"
Pales snorted unhappily,
"What else? He has already obtained the authority of the Gate. If he takes the risk of compatibility with the authority of the Fool, he will only lose control the moment he succeeds."
"As for who will be the final winner, no one knows until the result comes out. This is not only a fight between them, but also a fight between the gods of the celestial realm and the True Creator."
A fragment of history from the Third Epoch. Klein relied on the real history he got from the "Goddess of Night" to finally light up this area, passing through the thick historical fog and coming to the Kingdom of Night in the third season.
As soon as he entered here, he saw the youngest son of the "Destruction Wolf", now half of the Fool, Antigonus.
He sat quietly on a huge rock, like a passer-by, a bystander, silently watching the still bits and pieces of this historical light spot. Chapter 747 Antigonus' Proposal
The light and shadow of history stopped at a certain moment in the past. The sunlight, air, and even the secret dolls in the city were all frozen, and even the colors seemed dim.
In front of Antigonus, there was a woman sitting on the grass. She had a beautiful face, but two animal legs grew on her ribs and waist, covered with short, thick and hard black hair. There were thin black bands floating around, like tentacles extending from her body.
She sat there very quietly, in the deep night, without much expression on her face, like a delicate doll lacking emotion.
Klein's eyes lingered on her, and past memories came to his mind. He had seen her more than once, and summoned her. No, it should be the projection of her history.
0-17, the vessel used by the goddess for the previous descent!
It seems that Antigonus and his sister have a good relationship. At this time, the first thing he thought of would be to see each other.
Without looking back, Antigonus said with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes:
"You came faster than I thought, the master of Sefirah Castle."
"You knew I would come to the mist of history to find you? Then why didn't you leave in advance? Even if you have mastered the uniqueness, under the suppression of Sefirah Castle, it is still difficult for you to win against me."
Klein looked at Antigonus with a little doubt and asked.
For a moment, he suspected that this historical spot was a trap. But this is just an objective history that cannot be changed. What trap can there be?
Antigonus got up from the boulder, turned around and looked at Klein.
It was not until this time that Klein finally saw the young son of the ancient god who survived the Second Age:
His figure was sometimes solid and sometimes virtual, as if he was wearing a mysterious and classical black robe, a hood that could not see his face clearly, and a thin layer of gray mist.
Such changes occurred alternately, and the frequency gradually slowed down.
Whenever such changes occurred, slippery tentacles with strange patterns would extend from Antigonus's body.
After a long while, his figure finally stabilized, revealing his true appearance:
his dark eyes contained an indescribable vicissitude, but his face looked quite young, his facial features were all good, and on his cheeks grew tufts of coarse black hair like wolf hair, his long hair was half white, half hidden and half visible, giving people a contradictory feeling of being both old and young, both rational and crazy.
Klein asked in confusion, "Didn't you get rid of madness? Why is it still like this?"
"I did get rid of madness, but that doesn't mean my problems are completely solved. It's like a leaking bucket. Resurrection only makes the original bucket full of water again, but the crack still exists and the leak continues." "
Moreover, there is almost no trace of me in this era. No one remembers me anymore. Without an anchor, it is difficult for me to stabilize my mental state." "
And I don't have the opportunity to rebuild my faith. Whether it's you, Amon, or Amanisis and the 'True Creator', as long as I reveal a little trace, you will find me by following the clues."
"I have collected some information during this period of time and roughly know what the current situation is. I don't think I have a chance to compete with you for that position."
"Whether it's my allies or my own state, I'm too bad."
Antigonus' tone was neither impatient nor depressed. Instead, he answered Klein's questions with a carefree and relaxed manner, as if chatting with an old friend.
Klein listened calmly without interrupting.
After a long time, Antigonus finally stopped his ramblings. The transparent and slippery tentacles extending from his clothes were all retracted, and the light mist surrounding his body also disappeared.
Only a black classical robe was left on his body, and a strange and cold illusory mask with blank facial features in his hand.
His eyes stayed on the virtual mask in his hand for a long time, and suddenly sighed, and threw it to Klein:
"This is my father's relic. You can take it directly. If you successfully contain it, I will give you the last trait of the 'Secret Servant'."
"On the contrary, if you fail, I will rely on the connection with the uniqueness to quietly replace you and become the new owner of 'Source Castle'." "
This is a fight for the 'Fool'. It is difficult for other beings to intervene, and they cannot provide you with much help."
"How about it? Do you dare to bet with me?"
Klein subconsciously reached out to take the mask. It was cold to the touch, without any weight, as if it was not a real object.
Antigonus' proposal was beyond his expectations, but not so surprising. After talking with the "Goddess of Night", he had a hunch that he could easily find Antigonus and convince him.
After two seconds of silence, he chuckled:
"Hehe, since you have mastered the 'Source Castle', the biggest advantage is in me. Why should I take the risk of gambling with you? Gambling is not a good habit."
"But I accept your proposal. I am not Amon. I don't like to play cat and mouse games. As the 'Secret Servant', you should have three more chances to revive. If you don't make changes, we can even be deadlocked until the end of the world. This is not what I want to see." "At least in my opinion, both you and I are more suitable to be the 'Lord of Mysteries' than Amon."
Antigonus nodded without any expression on his face and said:
"I'll wait for you in the Kingdom of Night. Out of courtesy, I should wish you success, but I don't really want to see such a scene, so, let it be."
"I won't give you too much time. While you try to accommodate the uniqueness, I will also try to transform you into a secret doll."
As the voice fell, Antigonus' figure gradually became transparent, disappearing from this historical light spot and leaving the historical fog.
Looking at the place where Antigonus left, Klein chuckled and looked outside this historical light spot and said:
"Hehe, it seems that He is waiting for me here on purpose. What do you think?"
Outside the light spot, rays of light belonging to civilization bloomed from the fog, constantly interweaving, outlining the figure of Renekton.
He lowered his head and looked at Klein who was in history, and replied calmly:
"Maybe, maybe not."
"But He made a decision that was most beneficial to Himself, giving Himself a chance to pursue the position of 'Lord of Mysteries'. Although there is a high probability of failure, it is better than a direct conflict and then being swallowed by you or Amon."
"As long as He is prepared in advance, He can continue to survive as a 'Miracle Master'."
In the illuminated historical light spot, Klein's figure quietly emerged. He looked at this piece of history belonging to the Third Age and sighed:
"This is also the best for me. There is no need to fight directly, and it will not attract the attention of Amon and the 'True Creator'."
"Next I need to consider the matter of accommodating uniqueness. What suggestions do you have?"
Renekton replied thoughtfully:
"A simplified version of the apotheosis ceremony can help accommodate uniqueness, or you can find a way to complete a complete apotheosis ceremony, and after accommodating uniqueness, directly aggregate the last 'Servant of Mysteries' characteristics to become a true 'Fool'."
"It's difficult to fool time. What has happened cannot be changed, and the authority of time belongs to Amon. You can only think of a way based on history and fate."
Klein nodded. The only method he could think of was the one Antigonus had used. With the help of Sefirah Castle, he could also steal fate, characteristics, and identity.
After thinking for a moment, he looked at Renekton and said,
"I plan to use Zaratul's identity. I still have his spiritual imprint in the Beyonder characteristic of the 'Secret Servant'. I can find a way to make him return, and then replace him and become him."
Renekton remained silent until the silver-white glint in his eyes disappeared. He nodded and responded,
"This is not enough to serve as a ritual of becoming a god, but it is enough to accommodate uniqueness."
Klein nodded, then changed the subject and said,
"I plan to go to Calderon City in the depths of the spirit world, take some water from the 'River of Everlasting Darkness', and ask the goddess to help me create a dream that is solid enough."
"Yes."
Renekton nodded slightly, his figure became ethereal, and disintegrated into a series of "lights" without any color, surging out of the mist of history.
Klein was slightly stunned, a little surprised by Renekton's reaction. He thought that the other party would give him some hints or warnings.
"Leaving like this? Do you think the tributaries in Calderon City are not too dangerous for me? Or do you believe that I can solve it myself?"
Klein muttered to himself, and shook his head. His figure quickly became transparent and left the historical fog. He returned to the palace above the gray fog and prepared to go to Calderon to obtain the water of the "Eternal Dark River".
The astral world is an abstract and illusory country surrounded by countless branch-like colors.
One after another, the "light" of civilization was separated from history and returned to Renekton's body. He looked down at the milky white dice in his hand and laughed softly:
"This is the best development. Compared with the other gods and the candidates of the "Lord of Mysteries", we are more eager than them to have someone succeed and then open the seal of the Western Continent."
The milky white dice shook weakly in his hand twice, revealing a four-point upwards.
Dong~dong~Some illusory knocking sounds suddenly echoed. As Renekton raised his head, an illusory shadow appeared in this divine country.
Looking at Russell who suddenly appeared, he clenched his right fist holding the dice and said casually:
"Since you knocked on the door, why didn't you wait for me to say come in?"
"The knock on the door is just my courtesy. Since you didn't refuse, it means you agree."
While speaking, Russell stretched out his hand and dragged in the air, and a gorgeously decorated high-backed chair appeared directly under him.