Although Klein had been in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for less than a week, he had already gained enough knowledge about the place through the little " The Sun." He knew that normal humans, and even Saint, had to use fire to create light when walking in the darkness, otherwise they would easily be attacked by dangerous Monster lurking in the depths of the darkness, or be Concealment devoured and disappear silently, never to be found again.
At this moment, the elderly clergyman, without carrying a leather lantern, walked slowly through the thin mist in the pitch blackness into the church interior, which was illuminated by the Yellow Light of the lantern.
If it weren't for the deep, calm look in his eyes, devoid of any hint of madness, Klein's first thought would have been that he had encountered a special Monster.
Of course, this seemingly normal state and the behavior of being immersed in darkness are so contradictory that any creature with a standard level of intelligence could easily conclude that this person is perhaps more terrifying than a special Monster.
Klein had only ever seen one other being before who possessed such Wisdom and Spirituality, capable of moving unimpeded through the darkness:
" The Blasphemer " Amon!
As the dim light shone on his face, the tall, elderly man in a dark clergy robe, his back slightly hunched, stopped. Looking at Klein beside the Demonic Wolf statue, he asked in a deep, hoarse voice:
"Where has the ruler of this city-state gone?"
Klein was the type of person who tried to resolve issues peacefully rather than fight with strangers. While remaining vigilant, he answered calmly:
"I've just entered this city, and I don't know where its owner has gone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire church suddenly darkened, and a thin mist surged in from the outside like a tide, engulfing the interior.
The light from the lantern in Klein's hand could no longer illuminate the windows and doorway; the outside world was shrouded in darkness, and nothing else could be seen.
In the blink of an eye, the church that housed the Demonic Wolf statue seemed to have been isolated from the Ancient City of North, and its location was unknown.
Klein's pupils dilated slightly as he looked at the wrinkled, white-haired clergyman and asked in a deep voice:
"Who are you?"
The hunched-over clergyman answered with a condescending attitude:
"I am Stiyr, the Angel of Holy Word, a servant beside the throne of God. I walk in this past land on behalf of the Lord, seeking the blasphemers lurking in the darkness."
As he spoke, the old man's figure suddenly swelled to four meters tall, and behind him emerged patches of dark, illusory feathers. These feathers intertwined with light and shadow, weaving into four pairs of profound yet sacred wings.
" Angel of Holy Word " Stiyr... a servant beside the throne of the chief god... the land of the past... is this Blessed of the " True Creator," a subordinate of the " Angel of Fate," a member of the " Rose Redemption "? No wonder he can walk in the darkness, protected by the power of " Depravity "... is that evil god still searching for the Beyonder Characteristic of the " Attendant of Mysteries "? Klein had to raise his head and meet the gaze of Stiyr, who was still wearing a black clerical robe but had grown four pairs of Angel wings. This high-ranking being still had obvious wrinkles and dry white hair even in his Angel state, and his whole body exuded many contradictions.
Klein pretended that he had never Aurora Order and calmly said:
"That blasphemer has long since fled, and I am searching for him."
" The Angel of Holy Word," Stiyr, stared at Klein for two seconds, then asked in a low voice:
"Who are you?"
That's hard to say directly... Klein sighed and smiled:
"I am a solitary Travel."
After giving this answer, he suddenly felt an extremely dark self emerge within him, sinking downwards and merging with the shadow created by the lantern light.
The dark figure then Distortion and "came to life," stretching into another Gehrman Sparrow, with sinister eyes and a solitary Gehrman Sparrow.
This... Klein's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he reached out his right hand to the side and grabbed at the air.
If he still hasn't figured out that Stiyr is using his "answer" by this point, then he can join the Aurora Order and believe in the " True Creator ".
At that moment, he understood what the " Angel of Holy Word " was.
This is clearly an " Angel of evil words"!
By taking advantage of the other party's answer, extracting parts of it, or amplifying its ambiguity, one can create a kind of magical effect!
When Klein said he didn't know where the city's master had gone, Stiyr cut off the line "I don't know where he went," trapping Klein in his own self-imposed isolation from the outside world.
As the Angel revealed his identity, every word elevated his level and power;
When Klein answers who he is, a self of a "lonely Travel " is revealed.
From the moment he appeared in the Ancient City of North, Stiyr, dressed in a black priest's robe, carried intense malice!
Just as Klein was trying to summon a certain image from the Historical Void, the sinister Gehrman Sparrow seemed to be in sync with him, also reaching for the same projection, and the two canceled each other out.
Seeing that the " Scholar of Yore's" ability was being suppressed, Klein's gaze sharpened, and without hesitation, he was about to open his mouth and utter a word in Jotun.
But the next second, that word was stolen.
Standing nearly four meters tall with a hunched back, the " Angel of Holy Word," Stiyr, had somehow sprouted a head covered in blood on his left shoulder. This head closely resembled his own, but appeared much younger, seemingly only in his forties.
Around this head grew two skinless, bloody arms that Grazing different souls and possessed the extraordinary ability to steal thoughts and ideas.
At the same time, a bloody head grew out of Stiyr's right shoulder, appearing to be only twenty years old.
These three heads: one Grazing the soul, Stealing Klein's thoughts; one coldly observes the target, deepening the "lone Travel's" self-awareness; and one opens and closes its mouth, speaking:
You're lying!
"You are a blasphemer who disrupted the birth ceremony of the Son of God and twice interfered with the Lord's coming into the world!"
"You are one of the targets I've been searching for!"
Klein's lips twitched slightly, then he calmly uttered a single word in Jotun:
" Leodero!"
This is the true name of the " Lord of Storms "!
Klein's idea wasn't stolen because he had already lined up the things he needed to do next, and the line was full of identical content. The Stealing of the earlier parts didn't affect his ability to follow the later parts of his thought.
This is a valuable lesson he learned in his confrontation with Amon.
Of course, if he were to encounter Amon again, Klein doubted that similar methods would still be effective. Once the " God of Mischief " was on guard, he would surely come up with new tricks.
As soon as Klein finished speaking, " Angel of Holy Word " Stiyr's eyes flashed with one bright silver-white lightning bolt after another.
They covered the entire Ancient City of North, pierced the darkness that enveloped the church, and tore all the Depravity, Concealment, gloom, impurity, and evil to shreds.
Inside, Klein and the sinister Gehrman Sparrow were at the heart of the Storm, and they disintegrated and vanished without uttering a sound.
Then, the silvery-white Distortion, and terrifying electric snakes engulfed the surrounding area, the demonic Demonic Wolf statue, and the " Angel of Holy Word " Stiyr.
With a muffled, resounding roar, the Ancient City of North collapsed completely, becoming a true ruin.
Across the dried-up riverbed, Klein's Historical Projection rapidly blurred, and his true form returned to the real world.
Immediately afterwards, Klein performed a series of " Flame Jump " to distance himself from the North Ruins. During this process, he pulled out paper figures several times and shook them into " Angel " to erase any traces.
The desolate plain returned to its deathly silence. After an unknown amount of time, the church ruins trembled, and Stiyr shook off the dust and stones, slowly standing up.
His all-white hair had thinned further, and his dark clergy robes had become tattered.
The " Angel of Holy Word " silently left the Ancient City of North, discerned its direction, and walked into the depths of darkness.
Half a day later, a figure approached the city-state ruins from another direction; it was Klein had taken a long detour.
He hadn't had time to inspect the Ancient City of North before, and his return now was in the hope of finding clues to the true whereabouts of the original being.
In the distance, Klein repeated the process of entering the Gray Fog to observe, summoning Historical Projection, hiding in ancient fragments, and using Historical Projection to summon more Historical Projection.
Having completed the preliminary preparations, he once again set foot in North, returning to the church he had visited before in absolute silence.
Along the way, the corpses that had fallen to the ground had either turned to ashes or left only as charred remains, completely losing that eerie and terrifying feeling.
"That guy named Stiyr didn't die... It seems the remaining Storm power here can only injure one Angel..." Klein stood at the opened church ruins, muttering to himself with a hint of regret.
Of course, he was only slightly disappointed; he hadn't expected to resolve the matter of an Angel so easily.
As his gaze swept across the area, Klein spotted a few remaining fragments of the Demonic Wolf statue.
Their surface is deep black, and their interior is dark red, unlike common stones.
"These stones are definitely not ordinary; the fact that the Dark Demonic Wolf used them to carve its own idol suggests they're not from this area... Perhaps by tracing their origins, we can find out where the Dark Demonic Wolf hid before coming to the Ancient City of North... As a ' Miracle Invoker,' or even a ' Attendant of Mysteries,' the Dark Demonic Wolf is certainly adept at eliminating traces, making it difficult to directly track its whereabouts. However, if I can find most of the places it hid before, I can glean insights into its habits and style..."
"Knowing a person's past allows you to predict their future!" Klein took two steps forward thoughtfully, bent down, and tried to pick up a fragment of the statue.
Just then, a charred hand suddenly reached out and blocked his fingers.
Out of the corner of his eye, Klein noticed that a charred corpse nearby had somehow stood up!
The charred corpse held a monocle made of crystal in its other hand and put it on its left eye.
Amon! The left eye... Klein's heart tightened at first, then a strong sense of doubt and suspicion arose within him.
The next second, the charred corpse smiled and said:
"Sorry, you wore it in the wrong place."
As it spoke, it removed its monocle and moved it to its right eye.