The path formed by the Twilight seemed unable to bear anything, but after Amon and Klein landed on it, they did not continue to fall, as if walking on the earth.
This time, Amon didn't Stealing the distance. He "led" Klein step by step closer to the magnificent " Giant King's Court " projection, occasionally looking left and right to admire the stunning scenery.
Strolling above the sea of clouds, stepping onto the long bridge at Twilight, and gazing at the mythical palace in the distance should have been a pleasant and uplifting experience. However, Klein felt as if he were walking step by step into an " Abyss," and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.
Once he enters the " Forsaken Land of the Gods," many of the things he relied on become useless.
Before long, Amon and Klein arrived at the projection of the " Giant King's Court " and stood in front of the tallest building.
The building has a spire on one side and a round tower on the other. The main entrance is more than ten meters high. It is mainly gray-blue and covered with symmetrical symbols, signs and patterns. It is the residence of the Giant King and the place where the Dark Angel " Sasrir " Land of Slumber.
Klein glanced at the dark hole on the left side of the door crack and could roughly determine that the door in the dream could be opened without a key. Otherwise, the previous followers of the " True Creator " would not have been able to pass through. After all, at that time, the correct key was in the collection room of " Vice Admiral Iceberg ".
"Next, we just need to push open this door to enter the ' Forsaken Land of the Gods,' but that will definitely attract attention." Amon smiled, took a few steps to the side, and stood at the edge of the door. "We won't Door Opening; we'll just go straight through."
As she spoke, the " Angel of Time " raised her hand to adjust her monocle.
A faint blue, illusory door, devoid of any substantiality, appeared in the corner of the large gray-blue door.
"The ' Apprentice's' ' Door Opening ' is a very basic ability, but it's perfect for this situation," Amon said, lowering his right hand with satisfaction.
He then took two steps and passed through the illusory door.
Hmm, there are no useless extraordinary abilities, only useless Beyonder... Pushing open the door directly will draw attention... By whom? The " True Creator "? His sanctuary, His divine kingdom, should be somewhere in the " Forsaken Land of the Gods "... If I can lure Him here and cause a conflict between Him and Amon, I might find a chance to escape... Unable to control himself, Klein followed closely behind Amon, stepping into the slightly blurry, azure door.
As soon as he passed through, he immediately felt dizzy and disoriented, as if his Spirituality was being torn apart.
Once the anomaly disappeared and his condition returned to normal, Klein found himself on a beach bathed in the glow of Twilight.
The gravel and stones here are all black, and the deep blue waves surge in from afar, crashing against the edge in layers, but without making the usual sound of the tide.
They were quiet, like a grand Illusion performance.
This sea is an illusion... You'll end up here if you come in, and you probably won't leave... According to the principle of reciprocity, if you want to leave, you can only open the Giant King's residence where the sleeping " Dark Angel " Sasrir? Klein turned his head passively, seemingly realizing something, and looked in another direction. There was a mountain peak bathed in Twilight, with countless palaces, towers, and majestic walls solidified on it.
This is the " Giant King's Court " from mythology.
Even if City of Silver could find a road to the sea, it wouldn't make much difference... Klein noticed out of the corner of his eye that Amon had changed his appearance.
He donned a black classical robe and a matching pointed soft hat, transforming himself from a gentleman of the present era into an ancient the Magician from the Fourth Age, or even the Third Age.
Klein's heart skipped a beat, and he continued to gaze at the " Giant King's Court " not far away, saying casually:
"The ' Dark Angel ' Sasrir sleeps within the Giant King's palace."
Amon stood beside him, looking in the same direction, and spoke without changing his expression:
"I know.
"I have been to the ' Giant King's Court ' and visited the tombs of Ormir's parents."
As expected... one of Klein's guesses was finally confirmed.
He considered it carefully and then said:
What answer are you looking for?
"You can guess," Amon said with a laugh, still gazing at the " Giant King's Court."
If I had an idea, I wouldn't need to ask you... Klein for a few seconds and said:
"Some secrets of the First Period?"
"I guess so," Amon replied, not too concerned.
... Klein hesitated for a moment, then said:
Aren't you curious about the state of ' Dark Angel ' Sasrir?
"Curious." Amon didn't change his gaze, and said with a smile, "But compared to me, there are quite a few guys who are more interested: my paranoid brothers, ' The Hanged Man,' the Dragon of Betrayal, and Evernight, Storm, and Pure White. I just want to see who can't resist first. Hehe, if they can steal everything inside at the crucial moment, their expressions will definitely be very interesting."
This line of thinking... is all this trouble just for the sake of causing chaos and gaining some pleasure? Klein frowned slightly, realizing that Amon's worldview, philosophy of life, and values were quite different from those of humans.
These are Mythical Creature born from nature... completely different from humans... wait, why can I frown on my own... Just as Klein was beginning to understand, he realized that something seemed to be missing from his body.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the " Blasphemer " Amon beside him.
Amon held a semi-transparent " Worm of Time " with twelve segments in his hand, and looked into Klein's eyes with a smile, saying with a hint of anticipation:
"Now that we've arrived at the ' Forsaken Land of the Gods,' there's no need to worry about external interference anymore. So, I'll give you a chance:"
"I will no longer ' Parasitism ' you until we reach our true destination. You can try to escape using any means you can think of, and I will do everything in my power to stop you."
Good luck, and don't let me down.
... Klein was momentarily unable to believe what the other person was saying, and suspected that Amon was Deceit him.
But considering the other party's past behavior, he felt that this was something Amon was truly capable of doing.
"Okay." With his thoughts racing, Klein took a deep breath and solemnly replied in the orange glow of the Twilight.
Backlund, where the parliament is located.
Because of King George III's sudden suicide, all nobles and members of parliament were not allowed to return to their homes, but were instead gathered here under the heavy protection of the three major churches and the military.
Audrey, dressed in a pure black dress, stood behind the second-floor railing, quietly gazing down.
Because things happened so suddenly and without warning, even though she had received some warnings from "The World" Gehrman Sparrow, she still felt a sense of unreality and unreality.
She seemed detached from reality, watching a theatrical performance:
Her father, brother, and other nobles and members of parliament gathered in small groups in different rooms, and every now and then one of them would emerge, reeking of cigarette smoke and dressed in gentlemanly attire, and hurry off to another discussion group;
The ladies and young women sat down in the lounge, most of them still in a daze, their eyes glazed over and their bodies trembling slightly.
Parliamentary staff and lower- to mid-level military personnel shuttled back and forth, relaying intelligence from various locations;
A guard in a red shirt and white trousers entered from outside and handed a stack of papers to the officer in charge of the hall. The officer glanced at them, immediately beckoned to his deputy, pointed to the small room where Earl Hall and his men were, and the deputy took the documents without asking any questions and jogged towards their destination.
All of this took place in a very quiet environment, with only the sound of footsteps and faint whispers echoing, like a realistic giant screen oil painting. The gorgeous decorations, dark colors, dim lighting, and the expressions on everyone's faces created an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
Audrey pursed her lips and watched for a while, her mood remaining low. She only managed to maintain her composure through " Placate."
Why is Mr. 'World' targeting the King...?
"The death of the king will inevitably bring about deep-seated hatred..."
"Regardless of the king's actual Sequence, since he has never revealed it, it doesn't affect the kingdom's overall strength. However, the occurrence of such an event is enough to illustrate one thing: a division has emerged among the three major churches, the royal family, and the military, with considerable internal strife..."
"The situation in Loen is going to be very dangerous. The enemy will definitely not let this opportunity pass..." As Audrey's thoughts were in turmoil, she saw a man in a black wool coat rush into the building where the council was located.
He lowered his voice and spoke with the officer in charge of the hall.
As a seasoned " Spectator " capable of observing subtle facial expressions and body language, lip reading was undoubtedly Audrey's forte. She deciphered the corresponding content simply by looking around:
" Intis used the pretext of a border dispute in the Hornacis Mountain Range to amass a large army there."
Audrey bit her lip, that familiar feeling of detachment returning, as if she were witnessing the events described in a book unfolding in the real world.
The grayness of the sky seemed to deepen, and no one spoke for a long time inside Moretti's house.
Benson stood behind the bay window with a serious expression, watching the hurried pedestrians outside, lost in thought.
Melissa sat on the sofa beside the coffee table, head down, looking at the simple machines she had made, as if she had become a statue.
"Phew, the situation is getting even more chaotic." Benson sighed, touched his hairline, turned around, and forced a smile. "Anyway, Backlund is definitely safer than most places."
Melissa didn't look up, and said in a slightly ethereal voice:
" Klein found a good job, and our lives gradually improved. Then, an accident took him away..."
"We moved away from Tingen, you got the government employee position you wanted, I went to university and started on the right path, and then, the war broke out..."
"We finally adapted to this environment, praying for the war to end soon, but then the king was blown up..."
At this point, Melissa slowly raised her head and looked at her brother with a bewildered gaze:
" Benson, is it really that hard to obtain and maintain a life that's just a little better than before?"