" Dark Angel " Sasrir is likely a negative personality separated from the Ancient The Sun God... "The Gate" was once the most powerful Angel King... The Abraham Family also possesses at least two "0" level Sealed Artifact, corresponding to the Beyonder Characteristic of Angel at the " Apprentice " level... The underlying rules of this world are chaos and madness... A series of occult knowledge echoed in the mind of " The Hermit " Cattleya, shocking her while also making her feel a heavy weight.
If it weren't for the Tarot Club, the protection of " The Fool," and the provision of "The World" by Gehrman Sparrow, she would never have found this knowledge so easily. She would have faced enormous risks, and could easily have attracted the attention of some high-ranking being, or been tormented by madness and suffering.
"Thank you for the advance payment; it will greatly help me digest the Potion." Cattleya opened her eyes and sincerely thanked her.
According to her original plan, after meeting the " Mystery Queen," she should have gained some knowledge of the occult Gehrman Sparrow, the " Mystic " Potion would most likely be fully digested. Unfortunately, a few days before she arrived in Backlund, the " Mystery Queen " Bernadette followed a clue and left the metropolis, leaving Cattleya very disappointed.
Upon hearing the words of the " The Hermit," Klein, disguised as "The World," chuckled hoarsely:
"This gift comes at a price."
As his voice echoed, he nodded to the two ladies, " Justice " and " Magician," indicating that the words were also addressed to them.
After the private gathering ended and the members left " Sefirah Castle," Klein stood up, walked back to the head of the table from the bottom of the mottled long table, and sat down in the seat belonging to " The Fool."
He leaned back in his chair, resting his elbows on the armrests, and ripples appeared in the air beside him, forming circles of light.
This is a point of prayer, Marionette controlled by the Historical Void image summoned by Klein. It existed before the gathering, but the corresponding area was shielded by Klein, so no one could perceive it until now.
Klein turned his gaze to the halo, using it as a base to extend his vision into the distance:
In the real world, a dark mountain stands tall, with an opening in its middle that extends all the way down into the earth.
This place was once home to many humans who survived the Cataclysm, but they were later turned into His Marionette by the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar.
Klein traced back through various clues and found three places where the Dark Demonic Wolf had previously hidden, but the results were not significant.
The reason is simple. Just like now, there is a rock at the entrance of the cave, and sitting on it is a young man wearing a classic black robe, a pointed soft hat, a broad forehead, and a thin face.
Amon.
The " Angel of Time " seemed to sense the gaze from the " Sefirah Castle," raised her head, adjusted her crystal monocle, and slightly curled the corners of her mouth.
"..." Klein withdrew his gaze, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he muttered, "This guy is really persistent... It's not like he doesn't know about the Dark Demonic Wolf's past, so why does he have to destroy all the clues I need? And every time he only gets a little bit ahead..."
If he weren't outmatched, he would have loved to hang Amon up and give him a good beating right now.
Whew... Klein let out a breath and immediately returned to the real world.
Wearing a black top hat and carrying a dim lantern, he released the illusion of Historical Void projections, left the mountain without looking back, and ventured deep into the desolate wilderness.
Klein did not hesitate at all, because he had already obtained detailed information about the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar from the " Evernight Goddess," and had a sufficient understanding of the personality, style and habits of this " God of Wishes."
The reason he was still pursuing the past of the Dark Demonic Wolf was mainly to conduct a verification. After all, the Eastern Continent had been a " Forsaken Land of the Gods " for two or three thousand years, Dark Demonic Wolf had been out of the " Evernight Goddess's " watchful eye for long enough. It was very likely that it had undergone some personality changes and behavior transformations. If he completely followed the information provided by the " Evernight Goddess " to plan his actions, there was a good chance that he would make the Error of using an outdated map to bomb the target.
"Under the immense pressure from the ' True Creator ' and Amon, the Dark Demonic Wolf has a high chance of undergoing a transformation... It might even become abnormal, or its mental repression might drive it half-mad..." Klein couldn't help but mutter to himself.
The " Dark Demonic Wolf " in his words could actually be seamlessly switched to " Klein Moretti " or " Zhou Mingrui," but the sentence would need to be changed to the future tense.
Klein's insistence on pursuing the Dark Demonic Wolf's past was also an attempt to deceive Amon, making it difficult for Him to guess that He had already obtained crucial information.
Of course, this might not fool the " God of Deceit." Klein's main goal was to achieve a mental victory, thereby adjusting his overly repressed psychological state and avoiding frequent treatments from "Miss Justice."
Well, it seems that the Dark Demonic Wolf is still maintaining the clarity and rationality of the late Second Era, unlike when it first fused with other Beyonder Characteristic and became manic, bloodthirsty, and insane... Its most important personality trait also seems unchanged; it is still so suspicious, not even trusting its own Marionette. Once it decides to migrate, it will leave behind all the Marionette it previously possessed and erase all connections... Also, the Dark Demonic Wolf seems to have migrated here from the East... As he was thinking, Klein suddenly stopped. In the darkness, without the Star or a red moon, he relied on his Spirituality intuition to cast his gaze in a certain direction.
His expression gradually became solemn, and he raised his right hand to adjust his half-high silk hat.
Then, Klein adjusted his direction and proceeded step by step toward the direction his gaze was pointing.
That is the East.
In the endless darkness, the lantern he carried cast a lonely shadow, and his knee-length overcoat blended almost perfectly with the distant night. His pace quickened slightly.
Inside the Hall family's luxurious villa in Backlund, Queens Borough.
Audrey sat down at the dressing table and began to seriously consider how to make the release of the "bait" seem reasonable.
During this process, something suddenly occurred to her.
That is, if I want to go near the gathering of Beyonder to "listen" to the thoughts of the participants, I lack a fast and convenient way.
As Demigod of Sequence 4, she can neither fly nor " Teleportation," nor can she use fire to "jump" stealthily. At night, she can "travel" using dreams as a springboard, but during the day and evening, she can only rely on her own two feet.
"Hmm... Actually, I'm not slow, but if I ran faster than Steam train, I'd definitely attract attention... With so many powerful beings in Backlund, there's no shortage of people who can see through my ' Psychological Invisibility '... Similarly, in my Dragon form, I can fly, but that image is just too conspicuous... Currently, I can only send my consciousness and spirit into the Sea of Collective Subconscious; I can't bring my body in with me..." After much thought, Audrey could only consider acquiring Sealed Artifact or magical items with " Travel " abilities while deciding to travel through dreams wherever they existed, and otherwise walk, take a car, or ride the subway.
What a simple Demigod... Hmm, no wonder the full name is Demigod- half-human. Those terrifying extraordinary abilities are the divine side, while these are the human side... Audrey chuckled to herself, pulling her thoughts back on track.
Backlund, Hillston Borough.
Sitting by the fireplace Fors laid a book open on his lap as a cushion for his letter.
She held the pen, staring at the horizontal lines on the paper and the scattered tarot cards on the ground, unable to put it down for a long time.
"What's wrong? Don't want to lie to your teacher? No, what you wrote is all true... Don't want to scheme against your teacher?" Hugh walked over, squatted down, and looked up into Fors ' eyes.
Fors shook his head:
No, it's not because of that.
"I do feel a little guilty, but I know it's a good thing for him and the Abraham Family."
"I was just hesitant; I had a feeling that writing this letter would change our Fate."
"Huh?" Xiu was a little stunned, not quite understanding what his friend meant.
Fors slowly exhaled and said:
"The wars before and now are not actually that dangerous for us. We have enough ability to avoid them, obtain the necessary supplies, and continue to live peacefully. Therefore, I don't have a deep feeling about them."
"We are like people standing beside a torrent, who could have safely observed everything, but after writing this letter, we may be swept into the torrent by the surging waves."
After listening quietly, Xiu opened his mouth, then pursed it and said:
"If this hadn't happened, do you think we could have escaped the tide of Fate?"
As she spoke, she picked up a tarot card from the ground.
The surface of this card depicts an Angel blowing a trumpet and a group of dead people.
The sign reads " Judgement ".
Fors looked at the tarot card for a while, closed his eyes, smoothed his hair, and smiled, saying:
"I see.
"This is the Fate we cannot escape."
After praying to Mr. The Fool and receiving the Magician card, the inescapable Fate was sealed.
Fors finally lowered the pen in her hand, and it landed on the letter paper.
Pritz Harbor
Dorian Gray Abraham had long since left the Fishermen's Association and adopted a new identity, opened the letter delivered by his student.
As he quickly scanned the page, his expression shifted from shock, joy, and confusion to terror.
Bang!
Dorian dropped the letter, knocking over the table in front of him, as if the paper were cursed and concealed a Monster.
He retreated several steps to the other side, opened a drawer, took out some things, and then rushed towards the door, preparing to leave.
When Dorian's right palm touched the brass handle, his movements suddenly slowed down and finally froze.
He slowly turned around and placed his gaze on the letter lying on the ground, his expression quite complicated.
After a few seconds, Dorian Gray Abraham walked slowly toward the letter, his steps hesitant, uncertain, and struggling, but he did not stop, as if tempted by the Demon.