If that Demigod hadn't automatically crashed into the " Devil Oil Painting," I would have had to summon Mr. "World's" Historical Void image... Uh, I wonder if that counts as directly asking for help from Angel level... Fors thought to himself as he drank the Potion.
To her, the Potion was like ice water at an extremely low temperature, capable of freezing a person. Wherever it passed, all her senses vanished, leaving only her thoughts still unfrozen.
When a person is extremely cold, they are prone to hallucinations. In Fors's vision, a night sky suddenly appeared, in which countless glittering stars intertwined to form a dreamlike river.
Fors's body then reflected specks of starlight, seemingly emanating from within herself.
That tiny bit of pure starlight formed an invisible connection with the different stars in the night sky. As those lights flickered, they Distortion, wriggled, and crawled out of Fors's body like insects, wanting to join the Milky Way, which was like a studded with tiny diamonds.
Each of them carries a portion of flesh and blood and a trace of consciousness, like uncontrolled clones.
Fors ' thoughts raced and became confused, almost unable to control herself against the tendency to separate.
Just then, she sensed something illusory.
That was the seal she created using the " Devil Oil Painting," which was projected into this mysterious world created by the Potion, forming an abstract, blurry mark.
Without Fors, Fors instinctively extended a portion of his consciousness, along with his Spirituality, into the abstract symbol, becoming entangled with it.
The mark didn't quite fit with her; it seemed to have a part that didn't belong to her, but it could barely blend in with her.
Suddenly, the abstract symbol in Fors's mind became quite clear: it was a "door" layered upon layered, covered with mysterious symbols.
This "door" concealed Fors behind herself, isolating her from the surrounding Starry Sky.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the "door," the sealed terrifying creature seemed to sense the aura of its enemy and, using its own divinity, frantically began to erode the illusory "door," which precisely offset the influence of the external Starry Sky on Fors.
This continued for about ten seconds, then the night sky, flowing with the brilliant Milky Way, slowly faded away, and the last bit of starlight returned to Fors's body, merging with her.
At that moment, Fors vaguely saw a deep darkness before his eyes, a darkness into which an endless Storm raged and flashes of lightning occasionally appeared.
The next second, Fors heard that familiar voice in her ears, which pierced her head like steel nails stirring her brain.
Fors's expression immediately Distortion. If she hadn't experienced similar things time and time again, developed a certain level of resistance, and possessed the rank of Saint, she would probably have lost control by now.
Of course, "good luck" definitely plays a role in this.
It took her several seconds, relying on Cogitation techniques, to finally calm herself down and clearly hear what the voice was shouting.
It's crying for help!
--It wasn't Jotun, nor Elvish or Ancient Hermes, but a language Fors had never encountered before, yet she understood it immediately, feeling as if it were the true source of many contemporary languages.
Mr. Door cries out "Help!" frantically every time there's Full Moon, which is a disgrace to the Angel King... However, even if He is asking for help, it is still an unbearable terror for me... Fors muttered to himself, pondering whether to pretend he didn't hear him and wait until he had initially restrained his Spirituality and mastered the extraordinary abilities of the " Secrets Sorcerer " before speaking to Mr. Door at the next Full Moon, or to have some communication now.
Suddenly, the shouts from an infinite distance ceased, and a deathly silence descended.
Two or three seconds later, a faint yet piercing voice entered Fors's mind:
"You are using Beyonder Characteristic inherited from the Abraham."
This statement, presented in a flat and straightforward manner, caused Fors's forehead veins to throb, his eyes to narrow, and his entire being to radiate a dazzling light.
She almost lost control of herself.
"Who are you?" Fors composed himself and asked deliberately.
The voice, seemingly leading her step by step out of control, chuckled softly:
You can call me Mr. 'Men'.
You should be a familiar face to me.
This Angel King of the Fourth Age directly points out that Fors has a certain connection with Him and can hear the " Full Moon Ravings ".
"... I'm going to write you into it!" Fors gritted his teeth and asked.
"Respected Mr. 'Men,' are you His Highness Bethel, an ancestor of the Abraham Family?"
The voice that had pierced through countless barriers returned to its previous calm:
"Yes."
"Do you know that your 'cry for help' has plunged the entire Abraham Family into a curse that has lasted for over a thousand years, making it virtually impossible for anyone to become a ' Traveler ' or even a ' Scribe '? They always lose control and turn into Monster during promotions or on the night of Full Moon." Fors felt that he couldn't talk to Mr. "Door" for long, otherwise the tendency to lose control would become irreversible, so he directly asked the question that the Abraham cared about most.
Mr. "Door" paused for two seconds before saying:
"Do they no longer have ' Secrets Sorcerer,' no other Demigod?"
"There haven't been any since the ' War of the Four Emperors,' and the curse you brought prevents any of them from ascending to Demigod. If you could stop calling for help for ten years, perhaps a new Abraham Demigod would be born, which would be more helpful for your escape," Fors earnestly offered his advice.
Mr. "Door" sighed and said:
"I was Exile to the eternal Evernight, hampered by relentless Storm, unable to know what was happening in the real world, and never imagined that not a single Demigod would remain in the entire Abraham Family."
Lying... The one who calmly made this assessment was not Fors, but Klein, who was holding the " The Fool " card, wielding the " Staff of the Stars," sitting inside the " Sefirah Castle," and closely monitoring Klein corresponding crimson star.
He remembered that the Emperor had mentioned in his diary that "Mr. Door" had a certain understanding of reality—He seemed to be able to see and hear what was happening outside the seal by using the changes brought about by the Full Moon.
After a sigh, Mr. "Door" continued:
"Moreover, I cannot control the cries for help during Full Moon."
"Why?" Fors asked in surprise.
Mr. Door said in a faint voice:
"You are already Demigod, so you should be very clear about one thing: the higher the Sequence, the greater the threat of madness."
"A normal Angel, even if they can walk freely on the ground and do what they like without having to fight, may gradually be affected by their Beyonder Characteristic, become unlike themselves, or even become half-mad. I am an Angel King who has been Exile and sealed for more than a thousand years and has no one to communicate with. The fact that I have not gone completely mad shows that I am strong and lucky enough."
"Every time the Full Moon comes, my madness intensifies, making me lose control and I can only keep calling for help."
So that's how it is... If I were locked up like this, I'd probably go crazy in a few months... Uh, if they provided alcoholic beverages, newspapers and magazines, various books, and different kinds of food, I could last a year, no, half a year... Fors nodded in realization, then asked rather perfunctorily:
"Is there anything I can do for you? And how can the Abraham remove the curse?"
Mr. "Door" paused for a few seconds before saying:
"Set up a ritual to help me escape, and then the curse will cease to exist."
"There are two kinds of rituals. One is to offer one Demigod each from the paths of ' Seer,' ' Apprentice,' and ' Marauder ' as sacrifices... The other is to draw the blood of at least ninety-nine Beyonder from the Abraham Family and use it to draw such a symbol..."
"... I will pass on the message to them," Fors replied immediately.
At the same time, she added in her mind: provided that Mr. The Fool gives permission.
Mr. "Door" smiled and said:
"If this helps me escape my predicament, I will help you become Angel..."
His voice grew increasingly faint and weak, as if gradually returning to its original state with the end of Fors's ascension.
Just two or three seconds later, Fors could no longer hear the sound that was gradually leading her down the path of losing control, and the deep darkness and terrifying Storm before her eyes also disappeared.
However, before this scene completely faded, Fors could vaguely see through them a vast land composed of deep red rocks, an ancient pyramid-like structure standing there, and behind that structure, darkness and deep space, twinkling stars, completely different from the Starry Sky he, as an " Astrologer," saw on Earth.
What is this? Fors shook his head, controlling his wandering thoughts, and began to seriously gather his Spirituality.
Once she had adapted to the " Secrets Sorcerer " state, she immediately assumed a prayer posture and recounted her experiences to Mr. The Fool in detail, without omitting a single detail.
After finishing this task, Fors put away the " Devil Oil Painting," " Teleportation " back to Pritz Harbor, and had a rare meeting with his teacher Dorian Gray Abraham, who was waiting in the warehouse.
Seeing that the students were unharmed, Dorian breathed a sigh of relief and said in a very devout manner:
"Thanks to Mr. The Fool for his protection."
He finally trained a Sequence 4 " Secrets Sorcerer " who did not rebel.
Since Mr. The Fool had not yet responded, Fors did not tell his teacher about his conversation with Mr. Door, planning to wait until the next Full Moon.
She smiled in equal ease:
"Besides thanking Mr. ' The Fool,' I also want to thank you, teacher."
Above the Gray Fog, inside the ancient palace.
Klein didn't doubt Mr. "Door's" claim of being half-mad, but he felt there might be more Concealment hidden there, such as why Mr. "Door" had been trying to lure Emperor Roselle to the Moon, a place occupied by an Outer Deity.
After thinking for a moment, he retrieved the " Crimson Moon Corona " and the " Master Key " from the Fog of History, intending to create Full Moon environment and listen to Mr. "Door's" cries.
The effectiveness of this combination had already been proven, Klein soon heard the voice that seemed to pierce his spirit.
The message being shouted was:
"Don't save me... don't save me..."
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