The eve

Neph's words instilled a bad feeling in Klein, and when the Historical Projection entered City of Silver, he realized his premonition was correct.

As Neph had said, Chief Colin Iliad decided to treat him well. Klein, in disbelief, saw a bizarre piece of meat encased in a jet-black outer layer. His true form, expressionless, looked at Neph and asked:

"Can you tell me what you said to the people of City of Silver?"

"Which aspect are you referring to?" Neph blinked.

Klein roughly described the appearance of what he saw, Neph thought for a moment before replying:

"Oh, I know what you're talking about—that must be the Monster's flesh and blood wrapped in Black-Faced Grass cakes."

"???" Klein's eyes widened. "What did I do to offend you that you're making me eat this? If I remember correctly, that stuff is poisonous, isn't it?"

Neph glanced at him and quietly reminded him, "Don't forget, the people of Moon City and City of Silver have eaten it."

Klein, however, refused to accept this explanation and continued to argue, "They had no other choice..."

"So?" Neph looked at him with interest. "Mr. Fool, as a God, don't you stand with your followers?"

"No," Klein couldn't help but glare at her, "Don't give me that high-minded talk. Would you willingly eat this stuff if I asked you to? When you first arrived here—"

"I'd rather starve than touch a single bite of that stuff," Neph said with a smile. "Black-Faced Grass cakes are one thing, but Monster flesh and blood... I still hold that view."

"Well, you're no better than me," Klein said quietly. "You're even worse than me. At least I wouldn't rather starve to death. If there's really no other food, I'd force myself to eat it, even if it means being forced..."

"I'm not the ' Clown,'" Neph rolled her eyes. "Mr. Fool, I can't control my brain with my muscles. I can't force myself to swallow this stuff unless I'm starving and have lost my mind."

These words caused Klein's expression to Distortion for a moment, and he couldn't help but correct him, "Actually, I don't think even the ' Clown ' could necessarily do it..."

"So you really don't want to give it a try?" Neph blinked. "After all, the secret to becoming stronger is to eliminate your sense of taste..."

Klein shook his head, reminding her, "I always feel that if I give up my sense of taste today, you'll make me give up other things in the future... like Pound..."

"I thought you'd given up?" Neph raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Fool, it's been a long time since I've heard you mention money."

"Even if I had money here, where would I spend it?" Klein rolled his eyes at her.

While chatting with Neph, Klein didn't forget about City of Silver. He showed the Historical Projection the pie and smiled.

"I appreciate your kindness, but unfortunately I am merely a projection here and have no ability to eat."

This isn't entirely untrue; Historical Projection, like Marionette, can't eat. However, Klein's main body isn't far away; otherwise, if the Historical Projection disappeared midway, he wouldn't have been able to replenish it.

This characteristic once made Klein quite envious of Neph. Perhaps due to the difference in their abilities, Neph possessed an extraordinary advantage in transmitting objects and images; she seemed able to move freely without the aid of Ritual.

According to Neph, this is the result of erasing herself from her original position and repainting herself in another place.

Klein once curiously asked her what would happen if she drew another version of herself first, but didn't erase the original. This wasn't just a sudden whim; it was a Shapeshifting of a classic thought experiment.

But Neph didn't respond to that, instead asking, "If your Marionette developed its own consciousness and believed it was you, what would you do?"

Klein didn't need Neph to elaborate on the consequences; Klein knew perfectly well that if this happened, even if he didn't lose control, things wouldn't be much better.

In a moment of wandering thought, Klein used this argument to impress Chief Colin Iliad, and after they were both seated at the top of the round tower, they finally got down to business.

At this point, Klein finally remembered to ask, "Speaking of which, how did you convince them to give me this? I don't think any culture has this custom of entertaining guests like this, do they?"

Neph chuckled and explained:

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>p/<. All hopes and dreams, please come here, because, otherwise, you still need to cultivate yourself, after the accident in the Moon City, you are the true name of the ascetic, they told me."

>p/<"... You are waiting to attract food, which represents their hardship and hope that we can use this to express our wish, so if possible."

>p/<". The taxi driver's hardship was not all that was possible for his generation, I think I", he rolled his eyes at Enlake ", colorful..."

>p/<". Scrap wood plus not less than that in the dough... the surface of the cake is black, but I have never tasted the flesh and blood of that strange thing, you should actually try that cake": He suddenly laughed, looking at all of Funa's thoughts.

>p/<. She looked at Enlake with surprise. "Ah, you really ate it?"

>p/<: Daoda shook his head at Funa.

>p/<. The pink-faced black-haired man was born and urged him to walk past Cranford. It was strange because I was sure that the results of the experiment had not yet appeared in Cranford during that period of time. How so, uh... is this...?

>p/<. The idea that eating well is a good thing is not true in today's world; it's a very difficult standard to meet. Frankly speaking, it's not.

>p/<"? Yes, it seems that the demand and supply can meet the needs of at least... It is possible that this is how it has changed, but it is the only kind of food that can be obtained from this piece of land."

>p/<. Silence fell, a sigh escaped Enlake

>p/<: Dao Wen frowned, Fu Nai looked at Enlake, her expression hardening as she asked the head of the group. Enlake, whose silver-white shadow had vanished from the city, was now a figure from history. After discussing this matter, she decided to leave it to him.

>p/<... It is estimated that the attack was launched before the time was right.

"It's up to them to continue, or should we urge them on?"

"

"You don't need to come in person," Neph shook her head. "I'll go check the situation outside. Once it's over, you can have Little ' Sun ' convey your thoughts."

Understanding the situation doesn't actually require asking anyone; although the War of the Gods War of the Gods took place in the Astral World, it wasn't entirely absent from celestial phenomena.

The moment she approached the front lines, Neph could feel the gazes fixed on her, emanating from both the Loen Military and the Church, as well as the Feysac military and Church.

Then, the gaze of the Loen faction shifted away, but Feysac's gaze became even more intense.

This is perfectly normal. Although Angel don't easily leave the front lines, it doesn't mean there aren't Angel watching here—their purpose isn't to fight, but to confront the opposing Angel. Once one side makes a move, the other will quickly follow suit.

Neph clearly had no interest in being the one to stir up trouble; she concealed herself and began to observe the sky.

During her time in the "Forsaken Land of the Gods," a dense darkness had already risen above the battlefield, while on the opposite side of that darkness, the crimson Twilight was not to be outdone.

The two colors reflected each other in the sky, creating a strange spectacle of half darkness and half Twilight. For a fleeting moment, it reminded Neph of the so-called divine manifestations—did the sky also become shrouded in Evernight when the Evernight Goddess attained True God?

This was just a fleeting thought, but then Neph suddenly realized that the Authority of the Evernight was actually Concealment; perhaps the Evernight Goddess Concealment the extraordinary vision she witnessed when she became a god?

She was lost in thought, waiting for the colors of the sky to change.

In Backlund, West Borough, at the Audra family villa, Emlyn White met Baron Cosmi once again.

"What did Lord Nibais say?" Emlyn controlled his emotions, trying to appear less impatient.

He has already fully absorbed the Beyonder Characteristic of Viscount and only needs to obtain the traits and Ritual of Earl to prepare for his promotion to Earl.

Cosmi looked into Emlyn's bright red eyes and said:

"He just wanted me to tell you that the entire Sanguine doesn't have any extra Earl Beyonder Characteristic; they can only wait for one of the existing Earl to die of old age or in an accident, leaving behind an inheritance."

Compared to humans, Sanguine have much longer lifespans. Even without Noble Title, ordinary members can live to around three hundred years old. This allows them to accumulate power gradually, filling every level and ensuring that too many Beyonder Characteristic remain unused.

Therefore, neither being promoted from an ordinary member to a baron, nor from a baron to Viscount, is easy. One must either wait for the current member to pass away, obtain the title from outside, or perform sufficient merit to receive a precious reward.

Compared to the previous two ranks, becoming Viscount is far more difficult for Earl, because Sanguine Earl are already Demigod who can easily live for over a thousand years. Viscount, on the other hand, have to wait generation after generation for even one Earl to pass away.

Therefore, as soon as a Earl's trait becomes available, it will be immediately allocated instead of being placed in the "Warehouse".

While the traits of barons and Viscount may exist to some extent in the Sanguine Treasure Vault in the form of extraordinary materials and Sealed Artifact, albeit in small quantities and with each bestowal requiring extremely strict control, the traits of Earl leave absolutely no room for maneuver.

This answer was exactly what Emlyn had expected. He looked at Baron Cosmi and nodded slightly.

"So, whenever an Earl dies, it's my turn?"

"No," Cosmi shook his head, "Although you've accumulated quite a few merits, you're not yet ranked first."

"Where am I in the rankings?" Emlyn frowned slightly at first, then relaxed, trying not to make it too obvious.

Cosmi coughed, cleared his throat, and said:

"Twelfth place."

>p/<...

>p/<. The bell tower at the top belongs to the annex church, the "City of Generosity" of Muyabai, the island group of Deslo.

>p/<. The wreckage of the ship was ablaze with flames, floating on the surface, and the vast blue sea stretched out before them. Behind the railing stood Manteko Enya, the "King of the Sea," the "High-Ranking Punisher," the "Teaching Council's Central Committee's Storm."

>p/<. A sentence was uttered in a low voice, the line of sight retracted, half of the face hardened with a deep, hard line, the body clearly showing the mass of flesh and muscle... "... Head lowered, also, 'The battle of the sect leader,' what am I afraid of? I am in the territories of the sea, humph."

>p/<. The surrounding islands of the ocean and the sky, controlled by Deslo, with eyes of deep blue and hair as thick as a small insect.

>p/<. The upper body had already shifted its focus, and Manteka Enya was waiting patiently, without showing any signs of impatience or agitation. The "Wang Hai" position beside him was not visible.

>p/<. The "tyrannical" nature of this character stems from this, often stemming from the shared fear and rage of those who fight, especially those of higher rank or higher position. The "water-hand" style is significantly more volatile than that of ordinary people.

>p/<: He said, "I didn't say anything, but I'll eventually look at Mantekao Enya and say 'Wang Hai' in the light." He then spoke in a low voice.

>p/<. You will be given a chance to make a decision, and you will be taught to be loyal. The time will be too short to teach you to return.

>p/<. This will involve releasing a batch of half-gods to the battlefield, and the plan to promote a batch of half-gods to higher ranks will be launched. The new half-gods urgently need support, and the battle has already entered the final stage of the front-line war.

>p/<"? Is this your intention?"

>p/<. Recalling Shanghai from the branch, the longship like this, the lack of space, the large amount of power, the extraordinary layer, the storm, after the special extraordinary batch, the large roll of Delanck Behne from Fune

>p/<. The true members of the department, he may also have the opportunity to grow up in the department, he was expelled from the choir for singing, it is not too difficult to hear the real singing, he was once selected for the choir, he was born in the storm of the island's ruling church, he is considered a "True Seed of the Red" in existence, these are the longships in Shanghai.

>p/<. He was recalled to the present, but this was how he appeared. Although he had a slight advantage in this position, compared to others, his career path in the church was not smooth, due to his bloodline.

This was actually a good thing. Although he missed out on accumulating wealth, he didn't actually gain much as a Captain, let alone have to share with his crew. It wasn't much better than being a bishop in the Church.

Most importantly, Captain like him is not trusted within the Church, and given his lineage, his advancement is extremely difficult.

However, the current promotion opportunity truly surprised Alger. After a brief moment of thought, he understood the key—as Arne Kottman had said, the war had entered its most critical phase, and the Church needed a large number of cannon fodder. Although the number of cannon fodder at the higher levels was less compared to the lower and middle ranks, it was still available.

It seems the Church didn't want its carefully nurtured Demigod to die on the battlefield, yet they didn't know how to deal with a hot potato like themselves. Ultimately, they decided to give themselves a chance to become Demigod, and then send them to the battlefield.

If he dies, that's one thing; if he's lucky enough to survive, he'll probably just enjoy his twilight years at Sequence 4.

>p/<: The shout was loud, the left fist pounded the chest, the right fist clenched tightly, but the upper body was filled with sarcasm.

>p/<"! I am willing to contribute my own strength to the great battle, even in the storm!"