Curtain fall
As the brass-eyed creature answered, "Sasrir's" wings fluttered incessantly. Klein noticed that the longer their conversation went on and the more sensitive the topic became, the greater the amplitude of the wing movements.
Finally, through his efforts, a wisp of grayish-white appeared as the layers of wings fluttered.
It sits atop an iron-black throne, hidden to the right of the "Dark Angel," giving it an unusually ancient feel.
Klein's gaze sharpened as he focused his attention on the spot, quickly identifying the grayish-white color as originating from a strange stone. Its surface, faintly visible, was mottled and weathered, bearing inscriptions of a Klein had never learned but could understand at a glance.
This script seems to be the origin of all current languages, including but not limited to Jotun, Hermes, Ancient Feysac, Southern Continent's Dutanese.
Sequence 3 "Demon of Mysteries"... Sequence 2 "Master"... Sequence 1 "Light of Darkness"... Sequence 0 "Paragon"... Klein's mind flashed through the limited information he could currently see, and a realization suddenly formed in his mind:
"Blasphemy Slate!"
The first "Blasphemy Slate"!
"Sasrir" controls the key items of the "Chaos Sea"!
The thought had barely crossed Klein's mind when he suddenly felt an eerie silence around him.
The brass eyes hidden beneath the surface of the shadowy curtain seemed to have disappeared.
Klein's Offline shifted upwards, meeting a pair of shadowed eyes.
The "Dark Angel" Sasrir, who had been slumbering on the iron-black throne, opened his eyes.
A belated sense of dread rose within Klein. He suddenly realized that even if stealing the "Blasphemy Slate Blasphemy Slate" would solve most of the problem, it all depended on him stealing it right under the nose of an King of Angel.
Moreover, "Sasrir" is no ordinary King of Angel; He can wield the power of the "Chaos Sea"!
Klein had interacted with the King of Angel before. He had Divination the fate of Aucuses, the "White Angel" who had become True God, addressed Leodero, the "Wind Angel" who had also become True God, and had also dealt with Ouroboros "Angel of Fate," and Amon, the "Angel of Time."
However, during these interactions, he did not engage in any conflict with any of the King of Angel, or even with Angel themselves.
However, this doesn't mean he was completely unaware of the power at this level. Even disregarding Adam's extraordinary existence, the fact that "Angel of Time" Amon could chase Sequence 1 cultivator of the same Pathway until they lost their body demonstrates the immense pressure he exerted.
As for the difference between Angel and Saint? Just look at Ais in Neph's hands; that thing is practically a living, breathing Sealed Artifact.
Such a difference in social standing --
Klein's gaze hardened. He raised the "Staff of Stars," which shone with a dazzling light. At the same time, a voice resounded directly in the minds of the other two:
"Attract His attention!"
"My ability," a girl in a long robe knelt down on one knee amidst a flash of white light, her cold hand resting on a scarred face, "And then?"
Her fingers traced the new and old scars, layers of color swirling in her blue-green eyes, but Klein's gaze remained fixed on her fingertips, a fine white frost spreading from her moving fingers, enveloping the owner of those scars.
The wound stopped bleeding and was filled with a layer of frost; the shattered armor no longer crumbled, its gaps covered by ice and snow; a bluish-white tinge appeared on his face, but his faint, slow breathing gradually stabilized and no longer weakened.
"After approaching Him, I used the power of 'stealing' to steal the ' Blasphemy Slate '..." he began slowly, the unease in his heart finally subsiding, "And then..."
"I can imagine it," Neph shook her head, "But I still need to correct you..."
She withdrew her hand, stood up, and her gaze fell on the open door. Behind that door, Yang Guang shimmered on the sea.
"That's not 'stealing,' that's 'outright robbery,'" she said with a smile.
>p/<. The situation was such that Teyari Link looked down and squatted down, Enlake. "Never mind, I'll talk to you..."
>p/<: He bowed deeply to Funa, then stood up. Enlake, startled by the reality, heard a clatter. His armor swayed, and he rose from his seat, supporting himself on the ground. He didn't even bother to squat down, unlike the silver-clad city head.
>p/<". Thank you so much for saving my life."
>p/<. The door opened and I thought, before you went to your death, you should thank him, "You should thank him," still smiling, Enlake pointed to Funa, turning around, "He is indeed the one who should thank you the most."
>p/<: Cai Shen's face was revealed, she shook her head before pausing.
>p/<. I don't know if I can do enough, um... I can't see through that barrier, no one can penetrate it, except for those who are close to me. Before I opened the door, I realized that when you entered this place..."
>p/<". There's no legal recourse, you've got a heart of gold, so I'll just open the door first if I don't think of it.
>p/<: Dao Tuo Tui Yang Tong Enlake, said he waited, his upper body Enlake to slide line to see all Ruote Yali Yi Link
>p/<". The use of Yemen is not the way to open it, I am kind-hearted, I was not a little ' Pure White ' sister, if it were"
"... I... how can I say anything?" he stared intently, his gaze fixed on the recovering Tealliy Link.
>p/<". You follow me forever": the mouth opened, and in an instant, the shell seemed to be his.
He asked Funa, "Do you want me to break off half of it?"
>p/<: A soft laugh rang out in response, and Funa seemed confused and bewildered, as if she were seeing Tealie Link.
>p/<". We were born and raised together with Him, and even now, though we were once enemies of the spirits, we have not followed Him in the past. Have you forgotten that we were not followed by the spirits?
He blinked his eyes, but Funa looked at him in surprise. Funa's mind was filled with questions, like Enlake's obedience. No matter what, she couldn't understand why Ariel Link was so obedient.
Ask him:
"Did I say something wrong?"
Nothing's right here! You're making it sound like they're a married couple having a fight!
Klein took a deep breath and smiled politely, "No."
So Neph looked away and turned back to Colin Iliad, her smile fading as she said seriously:
"Okay, don't get too excited yet—your current situation isn't as good as you think."
"Although my Twin Sister wrote in the Holy Bible that winter is the power to bring life in dire straits, I don't actually have the ability to heal or save lives; I merely forcibly stopped your condition."
"From this day forward, your wounds will no longer bleed, you will not feel pain, but you will also have no other sensations—sweet or bitter? cold or hot? None of them. You are merely a living corpse."
"Unless you can transcend my Authority, no power can affect your state. And once I die, or I reclaim my Authority, or you travel to a place beyond the reach of my Authority, such as the realm of other God, you will instantly face death."
"Furthermore, because you've lingered on the edge of death for too long, absorbing too much of the power of death, you will then be truly beyond redemption."
"Of course, there's still hope for you right now. Before you're truly beyond saving, you can try to find something that can heal your injuries."
Her gaze swept over Klein, and she chuckled softly:
"Ugh, really..."
"I am clearly the god who controls memories, how come I can't save and load?"
Klein didn't respond to that sentence. Instead, he spoke to Colin Iliad and the "Evernight Priest," who was standing silently in the Spectator:
"It's getting late, you should take this message back with you."
No one objected; everyone could see they had something to say. After everyone else left, Klein turned around in the remaining snow and asked Neph:
"Have you thought about how to deal with them? What will happen after you take her out...?"
"Ah," Neph blinked, "Have you seen that painting?"
"Which one?" Klein asked, looking at her.
Neph explained, "The one with a silver-haired Angel leading Pilgrimage..."
Klein frowned slightly, thought carefully for a few seconds, then shook his head. Neph, still smiling, replied:
"I want to emulate that painting and lead them out into the world."
"And then?" Klein pressed. "So many people... how do you plan to arrange their food, clothing, and shelter? You can't possibly support them all yourself, can you?"
"Just dump them in Bayam," Neph said rather irresponsibly. "There are plenty of resources there, and lots of commissions, especially at this time..."
She touched her chin and continued:
"Moreover, there are many people there, from all over the world, so there won't be any xenophobia."
"I inquired with Lord Ouroboros, and he said he hasn't dealt with these matters for a long time. If I need assistance with power, I can ask Him... Hmm, I could bring the Chief over to Him for a look; He should be able to cure it, or at least alleviate it."
"As for the specifics of the ' Aurora Order,' they are mainly handled by His other Saint and Angel. Just give the word, and the guiding duties will be handed over to the ' Aurora Order '... From my observation, once they reach the level of Demigod, aside from being a bit fanatical in their faith, they are generally quite normal."
"Oh, right, Mr. Fool, I don't think I've had a chance to tell you yet..."
She turned to Klein, a bright smile spreading across her face. "I've prepared some followers for you."
"...?" Klein's expression froze for a moment. "My... believer?"
He seemed quite bewildered, but Neph smiled and nodded, replying rather smugly:
>p/<". The classic version is written in one go. You supervise me -- Dinarbe asks if it's possible, then leave here and wait."
>p/<"? What did you write down?", a look of utter shock and fear on Enlake's face. "???"
>p/<"... Look at you, you just wrote it straight and dry, or, ah, you can't pick things out, even if you write it nonsense... ah, you can't write it nonsense on the surface either, how can I, if you want to play this, my dear son", sincerely, raised her hand, "I didn't write a single word messed up, I swear."
>p/<: He said this, and then, as if to warn him, Funa glanced at him, Enlake said that this was a reasonable excuse.
>p/<"? Take it with you... slab of stone"
>p/<. "Lord, I will give it to you, it is what I fear," he sighed softly, taking the white-gray stone slab from Enlake's hand. "... Ah, the first 'stone slab' is blasphemous."
>p/<"? Did you see the medicine on your face?" she asked curiously, then paused.
>p/<"... Before it left you," he shook his head, Enlake, "And then..."
>p/<". So it is nothing, this is the first piece. I still have to be careful, before you drink the magic drug, if it is the second piece, let's see": Funa opened her mouth with a slight sigh, and showed up in a large place.
>p/<"? Is it related to knowledge that only those with that knowledge can make it possible?", thinking of all emotions and spirits, on the white-gray stone slab, Enlake's gaze fell on the line. "? The second stone slab was blasphemous."
>p/<. Funa nodded.
>p/<: He opened his mouth and thought about everything, then raised an eyebrow. He noticed the path "Sun Tai" on the road, and only then did he begin to observe the other paths. The other two paths were adjacent, but his own path was naturally the first thing he paid attention to. Enlake's eyes gleamed as he watched the white-gray light slide across the stone slab.
>p/<". How could the betrayal of "the Pure White " be like my initial clarity?
"... to make the sky Pure White, 1st order," the words were read aloud in a low voice. He pointed to a stone slab on the ground and looked towards the line of light. He looked at Funai with a puzzled expression. "What?"
>p/<: The last part of the content was read directly, and the medicine was jumped in front of the demon, and she paused slightly.
The inner self of a hundred includes: the ceremony of promotion.
The highest level of humankind is to offer itself the Uniqueness sincere praise and worship; the fewer people it requires, the higher the status, but it must include itself and not lose itself...
She looked at Klein with a somewhat blank expression. Klein succinctly emphasized one word. "Uniqueness."
"The Uniqueness... the Uniqueness..." Neph repeated the word, "What a wonderful Uniqueness one..."
She gasped, and a rather forceful sentence in Chinese escaped her lips:
"Pure White, that's what Mythical Creature should be like; they can be replaced!"
"...?" Klein looked at her blankly, confused. "You... never mind, just tell me, who are you imitating?"
Neph covered her face and said:
"Isn't it obvious? Of course, it's the former master of the ' Chaos Sea' —He praised it alongside the ' White Angel ' of that time, their status is definitely high enough!"
"My Lord, you've gone mad... no, that's not right, you've always been mad, but this is too much... Lord, you actually dared to take a subordinate with such Ritual, dared to use him, even promoted him, made him the King of Angel, made him preach your faith, and finally let him assassinate you..."
Please check the completed chapters.
>p/<"... Is it the real me... the real me? I doubt it, but it's true, you are still... ah, you've betrayed us, it seems you're not really me, it's you."
>p/<: Finally, she recognized the word and stared at Enlake for a while, seemingly wanting to say something. She ground her teeth.
>p/<"! tfihs"