Audrey and the others in the audience watched as if they were watching a grand magic show; for a brief moment, no one realized what had happened.
A few seconds later, chaos erupted as screams filled the air as soldiers of the King's Guard rushed onto the platform.
Cabinet members and upper house nobles either instinctively sought shelter or mustered their courage to follow the guards and inspect the scene.
Audrey stared, slightly taken aback, not entirely surprised, but finding it somewhat unreal.
Those people and things that receive special attention from Mr. World are also being watched by Mr. The Fool, and Mr. The Fool has never failed to achieve his goals so far.
This is the will of the gods.
In other city squares within Backlund, Melissa, Benson, and others also heard the explosion, and then found that the King's speech had come to an abrupt end.
After a period of quiet, people gradually became restless, whispering and talking amongst themselves.
Fear of the unknown and the future slowly took hold of their hearts.
Located on the outskirts of Backlund, inside " No. 1 Ruins ".
George III's mind had become extremely clouded, and he felt an irresistible, extremely frenzied consciousness erupting from within him like a volcano, changing his body and Distortion everything around him.
In the dim light, He saw a huge black throne, and He saw Himself sitting on it, wearing an emperor's crown, looking down proudly at reality, ruling over all people, and being equal to the gods.
He reached out, trying to grasp this future, but countless curses and attacks from unknown sources rained down upon him, making it impossible for him to touch it anymore.
"No..."
George III's hand, which had transformed into a set of rules, froze in mid-air. His consciousness was completely torn apart, and his body underwent a complete transformation.
Trissy, now reduced to a mass of flesh and blood, was enveloped in the shadows of this order, surrounded by countless thick, long snake hairs.
Boom!
The outside world corresponding to " No. 1 Ruins " suddenly collapsed inward, raising a large amount of dust that filled the air like the densest smog.
Boom!
That area formed an enormous, deep pit, which connected to the Tussock River, drawing in its rushing waters.
Rumble!
The sky above darkened rapidly, and a terrifying Storm lurked within.
On a distant mountain peak, two figures gazed at this scene, and for a moment no one spoke.
One was the " Demoness of Unaging " Katarina, clad in a pristine white robe, and the other was the " Red Angel " Evil Spirit, wearing a hood and with a face as pale as if devoid of blood.
After a two-second pause, " Saintess of White " Katarina sighed softly and said:
"The reason we wanted to find her was because Primordial told us she had strong self-destructive tendencies."
The " Red Angel " Evil Spirit listened silently, its expression Distortion slightly.
"I know who interfered with my response."
Katarina considered one answer after another, but couldn't be sure about any of them, so she ultimately chose to remain silent.
The Evil Spirit, the " Red Angel," slowly uttered a single word:
" Evernight."
He paused, suppressing his emotions, and added:
"Otherwise, I would have found Trissy Cheek long ago."
Before Katarina could respond, the " Red Angel " Evil Spirit turned and left.
In another ruin, Klein, seeing the secret mausoleum collapse and gushing blood, only had time for a fleeting moment of joy before he had to turn his attention back to his own predicament.
George III's failed ceremony, preventing him from becoming the " Black Emperor," meant that his objective had been achieved; the next priority was how to escape!
At this moment, taking advantage of the considerable impact of the mausoleum's destruction, Reinette Tinekerr, as agreed with Klein, did not linger and rushed into the Spirit World, escaping into its depths.
The power He borrowed from His past self is nearing its end!
The beautiful, Concealment Angel had reached the limit that Klein could maintain, and after evolving into a strange world, it naturally disappeared.
Within the half-collapsed ruins, Klein faced alone the arm of Suah " God's Abomination " Sear, Hermes from ancient times, the projection of Emperor Roselle, the projection of William Augustus I, the projection of the Angel of Light, and the thunder that seemed to be pointing to nowhere—any one of them could easily kill him.
However, summoning the Historical Void image of the Angel level again cannot be accomplished in one or two, or even three or four attempts.
Without hesitation, Klein's body instantly became ethereal, attempting to hide in the Historical Void.
Just then, a vortex suddenly emerged from the gray-white mist in his field of vision. It was composed of countless transparent worms, and transparent, slippery tentacles extended outwards in all directions.
Zaratul!
Zaratul's true form has appeared!
He has been waiting for Klein in the cracks of history!
At this moment, Klein's action of entering the Historical Void was irreversible; he could only watch helplessly as he was drawn into the vortex and thrown towards its center!
He tried to snap his fingers to light the other origami cranes, but found that no flame could rise at all.
Having already tested him once, Zaratul was confident enough in his trump card. Relying on the suppression of his status and his Mysteries authority, he could no longer control the flames!
Furthermore, Klein's intuition told him that the " Teleportation " ended up eerily connected to the vortex formed by the transparent worm.
He couldn't escape, nor did he have time to summon enough help.
Seer does not perform without preparation.
The vortex formed by the transparent worm slowly rotated, welcoming Klein's "active visit," while the transparent, slippery tentacles swam over with irresistible force.
They coiled around Klein, but only managed to entangle an old book with a dark cover.
On the surface of the book, a trace of blood had not yet completely faded.
Groselle's Travels!
In that most dangerous moment, Klein deliberately pricked his finger, letting his blood flow onto the surface of " The Groselle's Travels," and then he instantly entered the world within the book, temporarily escaping the deadly trap set by Zaratul.
As soon as he entered the world of the book, Klein immediately reached out and grabbed a Marionette that he had only briefly possessed from the Historical Void.
Herabergen Rambis!
--Klein had experimented before and found that he could summon a projection from the true history here, since it belonged to the " Sefirah Castle," and the world in the book could pray to the " The Fool " without hindrance. Of course, if that didn't work, Klein had another way to solve it, which was to summon " Justice " Audrey, who existed in the history of the world in the book!
In short, he needs a High-Sequence from the " Spectator " pathway to guide him into the Sea of Collective Subconscious, into the " City of Miracles " Liveseyd, and into the Hall of Honesty.
The sooner the better, because Klein has no idea how long it will take for Zaratul, Sequence 1, to master the secrets of Groselle's Travels, nor does he know if the other party will forcibly descend into the world of the book.
He has to race against time!
The gentle and refined Herabergen Rambis, dressed in a formal suit and a dark red bow tie, stiffly pulled Klein along, drawing him directly into the Sea of Collective Subconscious formed by countless overlapping lights and shadows.
Relying on the power of the " Manipulator," they traversed rapidly, arriving at the " City of Miracles," Liveseyd, in just a few seconds, and reaching the entrance of the Hall of Honesty.
Klein released the Marionette, Herabergen Rambis, and "ran" through the gate, propelled by the gale.
As he walked past the brightly colored murals, a voice from within echoed in the hall:
The success rate of summoning '0-08' here should be relatively high...
"What you depict or write at the end of the mural on the left can influence the real world..."
"Through its arrangements, Zaratul made a mistake, allowing me to find a safe escape route..."
"No, it's easier to have Amon's clone join the fray and distract Zaratul..."
No wonder the goddess wanted to "lure" Amon to Backlund...
"The mural on the right represents the world in the book. I can use '0-08' to depict a temporary door for me to exit..."
As he "ran," Klein kept reaching out with his right hand to grab at the void ahead.
Five times, ten times, twenty times, as Klein once again borrowed power from his past self, his right hand suddenly sank, pulling out a slightly dull, classic quill pen.
0-08!
The next second, Klein arrived in front of the massive pillar, so large that it would take countless people to encircle it.
This place bears a distinct sense of the passage of time; it was once the throne of the " Dragon of Imagination," Ankewelt.
Klein walked around the stone pillar to the end of the mural, picked up the quill pen labeled "0-08", and was about to write.
He had not previously experimented with what changes would occur by using "0-08" here, and he was afraid that the unexpected would be too great, alarming his brother Amon and causing his plot to prevent George III from becoming the " Black Emperor " to be discovered in advance.
At this moment, he no longer needs to think about these things and can wholeheartedly focus on developing the industries he needs.
Suddenly, the "0-08" that was about to be written disappeared, vanishing before it even reached its limit!
What's going on...? Klein was surprised.
He immediately noticed that the Hall of Honesty did not amplify the statement, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.
With a sudden Spirit Intuition, Klein slowly turned around and saw that the ancient stone pillar had somehow transformed into a cross hundreds of meters tall.
Before the cross, a blurry, enormous human figure stood there, bearing everything, gazing upon all the souls with pity.
Inside the Hall of Honesty, there were rows of black chairs with backs, but only one person was praying there.
The praying man sat in the center of the first row with his eyes closed, dressed in a rather simple white robe, with a pale gold beard that covered the lower half of his face. His hands were clasped in front of a silver cross pendant on his chest, and his expression was gentle and peaceful.
Adam.
Adam, the Angel King and head of the Hermits of Fate.
Klein had no idea when He arrived.
At that moment, Adam raised his head, revealing eyes as clear as a child's.
He slowly stood up and spoke calmly:
"With the fall of George III and the devastating blow to the Loen, Intis could no longer stand idly by and decided to seize the opportunity to launch an attack, thus beginning the great war that truly swept the world."
"Do you accept this ending?"
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