Although the concept of temperature didn't exist in the " Hall of Honesty," Klein felt a chill run down his spine, followed by a burning sensation. He wanted to defend himself, but after opening his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
After a few seconds of silent eye contact with Adam's clear, reflective eyes, Klein spoke with some difficulty:
I accept...
"But I will also try my best to reduce the damage caused by the war, as long as I am alive."
He paused for a moment, then asked in a deep voice:
Is this the price you've set for this gift?
"When that Ascetic here revealed your real name, did you already take notice of this travelogue and secretly make arrangements?"
Adam, dressed in a simple white robe, did not respond. He walked step by step to the murals on the left, stopped in front of one of them, tilted his head slightly, and quietly admired it.
In that mural, parchment-bound books fly up into the clouds, reach the Starry Sky, and fall into a giant claw.
After watching for a while, Adam spoke in a gentle voice:
You can leave now.
Klein suddenly felt himself being rejected by the combined Sea of Collective Subconscious of the Hall of Honesty, the " City of Miracles," and the world in the book, and involuntarily floated up and flew away.
During this process, he saw Adam return to the very front of the row of black seats, holding the silver cross pendant, closing his eyes, and devoutly praying to the huge and blurry figure.
Outside the Sea of Collective Subconscious, a phantom door silently appears, standing in mid-air, leading to the outside.
The world within the book also began to reject Klein, "squeezing" him out of those double doors.
Suddenly, Klein returned to the real world, back to the gray mist, in a state of about to enter the Historical Void.
Unlike before, he was no longer locked in by the vortex formed by countless transparent worms, and the copy of " The Groselle's Travels," which was entangled by those almost invisible, slippery tentacles, trembled slightly and disappeared into thin air.
Without a second thought, Klein made his choice almost instinctively, his mind racing.
He leaped into the gray mist from another direction, hiding inside a broken patch of light, which is known as the Historical Void.
The next second, Klein began to regret it, because Zaratul's slippery and terrifying tentacles extended out from the gray-white mist, and the countless transparent worms no longer formed a rotating vortex, but disintegrated into a tide, rushing towards him rapidly.
Zaratul is able to fight even within the cracks of history!
This is an example of how those in higher positions suppress those in lower positions through the same means.
The best at dealing with " Seer " pathway Demigod are always Demigod of the same pathway with a higher Sequence.
Without hesitation, Klein, just as he had done during his promotion, "rushed" through the patches of light, fleeing into the depths of the Fog of History.
The collapse of the secret mausoleum, the air raid on Backlund, and the smog tragedy flew by one after another, but Klein's sense of danger not only did not diminish, but actually intensified.
He could even "see" the dense shadows drawing ever closer, beginning to envelop him.
This is a tide formed by those transparent worms and slippery tentacles!
Klein fled desperately, constantly chanting the name of the " Evernight Goddess " in the Jotun in his heart, hoping to be saved. This was the only thing he had the strength to do, and it was also the only thing that might save him at the moment.
Of course, if he knew Amon's name, he would certainly have tried to provoke this " Blasphemer."
He only has a chance of survival if he stirs up the situation.
Roselle's coronation as emperor, the improvement of the Steam, the War of Broken Oaths, the War of the White Rose, and the Twenty Years' War flashed by one by one. Klein found himself increasingly "covered" by shadows, his consciousness gradually slowing down, and he had a feeling of being Manipulation the " Spirit Body Threads."
Just then, from the various spots of light in the gray-white mist, one after another Hound of Fulgrim rushed out.
They were covered in short, jet-black fur, with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets, and their mouths extended all the way to the back of their heads.
This Monster group of " Sefirah Castle Keeper " bypassed Klein and charged towards his back.
Klein's consciousness returned instantly.
"Damn it!" he cursed at himself, his eyes slightly red and his vision blurred as he continued his "running," from the "Fifth Epoch" to the "Fourth Epoch," and from the "Fourth Epoch" to the "Third Epoch."
The massive, tidal wave of shadow behind him paused for a few seconds, then continued its advance toward Klein as if nothing had happened, engulfing the Historical Void he passed through.
Klein spared no effort in using his Spirituality, desperately "running" through the Fog of History with the help of the light spots he lit, from the "Third Age" to the "Second Age," until he reached a lonely fragment of light, surrounded by withered and decaying forests and normal-sized tombs.
This is the history of Ormir the Giant King burying his parents.
The "tide" that Zaratul manifested as seemed to lack understanding of the past, remaining stuck in some unknown era and unable to catch up.
At this point, Klein's Spirituality was nearly exhausted, and being trapped in the Fog of History, he could only draw strength from the gap in his current position. Clearly, there was no trace of his past here.
When his Spirituality is exhausted, he will have to leave the Fog of History and return to the real world, where he will once again face Zaratul.
Whew... Klein exhaled, pulled out another origami crane, snapped his fingers, and lit it.
However, he waited for several seconds but " Snake of Fate " Will Auceptin did not appear.
Unable to contact Will using ordinary origami cranes within the Historical Void... why hasn't Amon appeared yet...? In a flash of thought, Klein could only chant in Jotun once more:
" Evernight Goddess, more sublime than the Starry Sky, more enduring than eternity, you are the Lady of Crimson, the Mother of Concealment, the Empress of Misfortune and Horror, the Mistress of Repose and Silence..."
After holding on for a few more seconds, Klein suddenly had an Spirit Intuition, and without hesitation, he broke free from the Fog of History and returned to the real world.
As soon as his figure was outlined, the " Spirit Body Threads " floated into the air and was grasped by a slippery, transparent tentacle.
At the same time, another figure appeared opposite him.
That was Arianna, the leader of the Ascetic, who was barefoot and wearing a linen robe.
Given Klein's abilities, the Angel Historical Projection he summoned must have already disappeared, so the one who came was undoubtedly the real Klein.
The abbot of the Evernight Abbey glanced at Klein and instantly made him disappear into Zaratul's tentacles.
Klein entered Arianna's Concealment world, a monastery filled with ancient buildings in the Evernight, with a huge and holy red moon hanging high in the sky.
Based on past experience, Klein immediately used " Teleportation " to Blink into the red moon and escape from this Concealment world from another location.
Back in reality, Klein had already distanced himself from Zaratul, so he didn't hesitate to use " Travel " to leave. Arianna had briefly blocked Zaratul, then switched to Concealment mode and disengaged from the battle.
Rumble!
A terrifying clap of thunder sounded, and the transparent tentacle that had been trying to reach the spot where Klein had disappeared abruptly retracted, vanishing along with its original form.
Having been " Teleportation " to the sea, Klein didn't bother to borrow power from his past self. He preemptively summoned a paper figure from the Historical Void and flicked his wrist.
Most of his belongings were destroyed when they turned into "bookmarks," and the whereabouts of the Marionette Qonas and Marionette Enuni were unknown. Of course, they may have already evaporated under the light of the Angel of Light.
Snap!
The paper figure burst into crimson flames and rose into a phantom Angel with layers of wings, enveloping Klein and erasing all traces of him.
Then, Klein activated " Teleportation " again and left.
In that secret mausoleum in East Chester County, William Augustus I and the " Mystery Queen " Bernadette both sensed the fall of George III, either through a change in order or through her own prophecies.
The latter did not linger; its body suddenly separated like a pile of soap bubbles reflecting light, scattering in all directions and bursting one after another.
William Augustus I had no desire to stop or pursue, but he wasn't particularly distressed either.
After going through a long and winding road, using " Angel's Embrace " three times to erase all traces, Klein quietly returned to Backlund, which was probably the safest place at the moment.
Instead of returning to his previous rented house, he found a hotel in the Backlund Bridge Area and booked a room.
Of course, he didn't forget to make certain changes to his appearance, height, temperament, and characteristics.
He became increasingly ordinary, unremarkable, and went unnoticed.
Upon entering the room, Klein, suppressing his mental exhaustion and physical injuries, began chanting the name of the Sea God Kavithua, preparing to take four steps backward to ascend above the Gray Fog, using " Spirit Vision " and the true " Angel's Embrace " to confirm the environment and eliminate any potential dangers.
Fortunately, Zaratul must have had a pact with George III, preventing him from leaving the mausoleum he was guarding at will; otherwise, in that chaotic battle, I would most likely have become His Marionette... His appearance and that of the " God's Abomination " Suah exceeded my expectations... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, took a step counterclockwise, opened his mouth, and read in Chinese:
"Fusheng..."
Suddenly, Klein's body trembled, his words stopped abruptly, and he froze on the spot.
In his line of sight, a figure appeared on the chair next to the full-length mirror in the room. It was a man of medium build, relatively young, wearing a dark jacket and wool trousers, and was a mixed-race child of Loen and Balam.
This is the Marionette that Klein lost before, the " Winner " Enuni.
Facing Klein's eyes, which were no longer moving, Enuni smiled and said:
"Don't throw away the Marionette carelessly, they'll be tracked."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up, casually took out a crystal monocle from his pocket, and slowly put it on his right eye.
(Part 5 Complete)
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