After Klein became Demigod and was able to initially control the " Sefirah Castle " to prevent its aura from seeping into reality and attaching itself to him, he no longer considered similar issues. After all, this would present an anomaly, making him easily recognizable by Beyonder with " Fate "-related pathways, which was quite unsafe. But at this moment, upon receiving Will Auceptin's reminder, he suddenly felt his mind clear.
When I was merely subordinate to the " Sefirah Castle " and had some usage rights, the accompanying aura and projection of the " Sefirah Castle " were enough to make a Saint of the " Fate " path dare not look directly at it, and to make corresponding mid- Low-Sequence Beyonder feel as if they were seeing Mythical Creature. Now that I have initially gained control of the " Sefirah Castle," I can most likely make the "effect" even better... Could this affect Angel who are themselves complete Mythical Creature? The level of the " Sefirah Castle " has reached at least Sequence 0? Hmm, according to my speculation, it might be a little higher than Sequence 0... Does having similar knowledge lead to being susceptible to contamination? Klein's thoughts suddenly became active, like bolts of lightning flashing through his mind.
He quickly decided to return to the Forsaken Land of the Gods and conduct experiments on the Monster in the depths of darkness and the Marionette within the Fog of History to see if his ideas were useful.
A slight smile appeared on his face as he spoke to the toddler in the black stroller:
"I think I understand what you mean. I'll have someone send you ice cream soon."
Wrapped in silver silk Will Auceptin slowly turned his head and looked to the side, saying:
No, that's not necessary.
"I've been eating too much ice cream lately, it's even affecting my physical development a bit..."
Klein raised an eyebrow and said:
"Authentic, top-quality ice cream from Intis, the capital of Trier."
"... Give it to me next week," Will Auceptin replied after a moment's hesitation.
After saying that, the chubby one-year-old turned over and buried his face in the small pillow inside the stroller.
Since Miss " Magician " could only maintain the Historical Void image for a limited time, Klein didn't say anything more. Using his own special ability, he forcibly broke free from the dream, woke up, and got out of bed.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right hand and plucked at the air repeatedly.
After four or five strokes, his arm sank, and he pulled out a woman who wore a simple linen robe, a bark belt, was barefoot, had long black hair, and had an ordinary appearance.
Arianna, the leader of the Ascetic of the Church of Evernight, and the " Servant of Concealment "!
At the same moment, in a house in Hillston Borough, Fors, who was sitting in an armchair, seemed to be pulled up by invisible threads and sat up abruptly, his body straight and the veins on his forehead throbbing.
She felt her Spirituality was like a flood bursting its banks, surging towards the void ahead, unstoppable, and on the verge of drying up.
The next second, the trend eased considerably, but it was still frightening, something she couldn't fully handle in her current state.
Inside the hotel room, seeing that Ms. Arianna's Historical Void image had gained consciousness, Klein cut to the chase and spoke directly:
"I plan to cooperate with others to deal with a certain ' Warlock King ' of the Rose School of Thought."
Arianna nodded slightly to indicate that she understood, but did not offer any advice.
Seeing that the leader of the Ascetic had not given any warning, Klein felt much more at ease about his plan to hunt the " Warlock King," and then said:
"I need to start planning an operation against the Dark Demonic Wolf soon."
Arianna's mouth opened slightly as she said:
"Cautious."
... Does that mean, "Don't underestimate the Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar?" Klein was about to retort when his consciousness suddenly blurred, and he saw the woman opposite him and his own reflection in her eyes simultaneously fade into nothingness and disappear in a flash.
Snap!
Fors slumped back in the armchair, her facial muscles twitching slightly.
"This is even more tiring than writing all night to meet deadlines..." She grimaced for a while, then quickly tried to Cogitation to fall asleep.
When people are extremely tired, they may experience sleep disorders.
In the desolate, dark wilderness near the Ancient City of North, in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
Klein, carrying the lantern that emitted Yellow Light, circled around to check the surroundings.
Then, he found a rock to sit on, no longer trying to block out the permeation of the " Gray Fog " into reality.
On this basis, Klein also consciously amplified the projection of " Sefirah Castle " onto himself.
After completing the preparations, Klein swiftly transformed a Monster lurking in the surrounding darkness into Marionette.
The Marionette emerged from the dark area and approached Klein in the light of the lantern, fixing its gaze on him.
In the eyes of this Marionette made from an ordinary Monster, Klein, wearing a black trench coat and a top hat, was no different from before, except that his eyes had become more profound and his temperament more indescribable.
After testing different types of Monster Marionette, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or rather the vast majority of Beyonder, would not be able to detect the " Sefirah Castle " aura attached to them.
Then, he reached out his right hand, pulled out his past self from half a day ago, and Manipulation this rather stagnant Historical Void image to cast its gaze upon him.
This time, " Klein " saw himself shrouded in a layer of grayish-white mist, with specks of light flickering within, but without any specific shape.
He then released the maintenance of this Historical Projection and attempted to identify Beyonder through the " Seer " pathway, such as " Marionettist " Rosago, and repeated the experiment.
"Well, after the projection was enhanced, Beyonder using the ' Seer ' pathway can directly detect certain anomalies. However, at least those below the Angel can only confirm my connection to the ' Sefirah Castle,' but cannot directly see that strange Door of Light, which is the projection of the ' Sefirah Castle '..." Klein was not too surprised by this result.
He took a deep breath, prepared himself for a "rescue," and with a pull, dragged out Enuni, the " Winner " who had only recently become his Marionette.
Enuni slowly raised her head, and Klein's figure gradually appeared in her eyes, along with a thin, spreading gray-white mist.
Deep within the mist, countless Distortion, some transparent and some translucent, huddled together to form spheres of light. These spheres, layered upon each other, created a portal tinged with a bluish-black Door of Light.
The Door of Light is much clearer and more textured than before. At the same time, its shape has changed, stretching upwards and becoming much taller.
This makes it resemble a tall, slender, radiant figure, with the surrounding gray-white mist acting as its hooded robe.
The radiance of the different orbs of light flickered continuously, making Klein feel as if he were being watched by the eyes of this deep, mysterious, lofty, and terrifying figure.
With a bang, Klein's head involuntarily tilted back, and streams of blood mixed with transparent worms gushed out from his pores.
The " Worm of Spirit " fell to the ground, rolling and struggling wildly. Some quickly dissipated, while others eventually calmed down and crawled back into Klein's body, burrowing into his pores.
"Hiss... This is much better than last time when I just passed out and lost my memory..." Klein rubbed his temples and sighed silently.
The " Winner " in front of him, Enuni, had vanished because he was unable to maintain the Historical Void image due to the shock he had just suffered.
This is one of the reasons why Klein did not suffer serious injuries this time.
Without the " Winner " Enuni, he wouldn't be able to see the strange Door of Light that was changing, and he wouldn't be constantly bombarded.
After a two-second pause, Klein entered the Fog of History, took four steps backward, and arrived above the Gray Fog.
Watching the faint, ethereal light rise from within him and then vanish completely, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"I almost polluted myself, almost eroded myself..."
"Then we'll conduct further experiments using Beyonder like Rosago who follow the ' Seer ' pathway: without directly experiencing the impact, will they be contaminated by the ' Sefirah Castle ' projection over time...?"
In the Southern Continent, in the East Balam, lies the city of Winter County, which has been attacked.
Under the Crimson Moon's glow, the Loen soldiers, hiding behind makeshift fortifications, were taking turns resting to recover their strength.
Their faces were blackened with the marks of gunpowder. Occasionally, someone would wake up, take out some dried tobacco, wrap it up haphazardly, light it with the last match, bring it to their lips, and take a deep drag. Their eyes revealed more numbness and bewilderment than anything else.
The soldiers guarding the line smelled the tobacco, instinctively sniffed, and glanced back.
"Do you have any more tobacco?" a soldier carrying a repeating rifle asked his comrade in a low voice.
His comrade shook his head:
"I finished smoking a long time ago."
"I don't know when the next batch will arrive... I'm going crazy without tobacco!" The soldier who spoke first gestured with his chin towards the outside of the fortifications. "See that? So many corpses, so many hands, so many feet—they all belonged to the living before."
Before the Sun, the rebels launched a fierce attack, charging madly at the various defensive lines of Winter County. Their reckless actions terrified the defending Loen soldiers and their allies, and they nearly achieved victory. However, in the end, they failed to break through the key defensive lines, leaving behind a large number of corpses, and retreated like a tide.
His comrade paused for a moment and then said:
"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, we'll become like that too."
At this point, he looked up at the crimson the Moon and murmured as if in a dream:
"I wonder how Backlund is doing. I haven't received any letters from home in a long time... I wonder if they have enough food, or if they can find Doctor if they're sick..."
The soldier who had just been about to smoke was about to utter a curse, cursing this damned war and the damned enemy, when suddenly his eyes widened, and he trembled as he raised his right hand, pointing ahead and saying:
"He's alive, he's alive, he's alive..."
The soldiers looked over and saw, under the crimson the Moon, the mutilated corpses left behind by the rebels rising one by one, swaying as they tried to approach the defensive line.
In the distance, a mysterious figure wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns stood behind the rebels, his arms slightly outstretched.
A sense of Spirituality is rapidly growing across the entire battlefield.
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