On the mountain outside Bayam, a forest has lost all its vitality and is mostly buried by collapsed rock walls.
A tall, robust middle-aged man with thick, dark blue hair, dressed in Storm priest's robe, stood in mid-air, looking down at the people below, his eyes filled with obvious anger.
He was none other than Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Rorsted Sea, Senior Deacon of the " Mandated Punishers," and " Sea King " Jahn Kottman.
At this moment, the images of the battle still lingered in Kottman's mind, and he remembered the departure of each participant:
The Angel from the Rose School of Thought somehow transmitted power from a great distance. After its mission failed, it easily took away its severely wounded companion. No one wanted it to stay, except for that bizarre Monster that appeared out of nowhere Jahn Kottman remembered clearly that when the Angel retracted its arm, sparse white feathers had appeared on its dark, sticky surface. They grew from the top of the skull, from the three-dimensional eyes, and from all sorts of unimaginable places. All of this was because the Angel from the Rose School of Thought had dodged the glove that exuded the aura of a " True Creator " and used a little force to shatter what looked like an ordinary bronze whistle.
After entangled with the Angel for a while, the strange and eerie Spirit World creature retreated into the depths of the Spirit World, preventing Jahn Kottman from giving chase.
The Aurora Order Saint opened the Door of Teleportation didn't participate much in the battle. After observing with a puzzled look for a while, he picked up the glove that exuded the aura of a " True Creator " and left through the portal again before the battle ended.
The strange Monster that appeared because of the copper whistle had no fixed form, like an evolution of death itself. It was like a mist, filling the surroundings, but it had many white feathers stained with pale yellow. Its target was clear: the Angel of the Rose School of Thought. After the angel escaped, it also disappeared from the scene, seemingly in pursuit. Even so, Jahn Kottman, who had flown from the city to this area with the Sealed Artifact, still instinctively felt uneasy, as if he had suddenly advanced a great distance on his long journey toward death.
The only one without divinity escaped the area before Jahn Kottman arrived and could not be found afterward.
However, Jahn Kottman recognized him.
An adventurer capable of defeating Sequence 5 " Apostle of Desire " is qualified to place their materials on the " Sea King's" table!
Although this was one of the less important ones, Jahn Kottman, who had gone through the " Navigator " Sequence, still remembered the relevant content.
His gaze fell upon the cliff, down at the waves crashing against the island, and he whispered a name:
" Gehrman Sparrow!"
On a deserted island in some unknown sea, Klein and Azik's figures quickly outlined the edge of the beach.
Just as Klein was about to speak, Azik, dressed in a suit and top hat with a bronze complexion, suddenly turned his brown eyes deep and dark, as if they connected to a dead, dark world.
With a flick of his right hand, he sent all the underdeveloped white feathers flying out, crumpling them into a ball, and landing in his palm.
With a mere squeeze, Azik caused the strange feathers to vanish, seemingly becoming food for the desolate world he perceived.
"Mr. Azik, this was brought by the Spirituality Religion Copper Whistle!" Klein stated the facts first, then explained in detail, "The situation was somewhat critical at the time. To make things more chaotic, I blew the bronze whistle and gave the corresponding feather to the messenger. Then, it felt like the Underworld was descending. I didn't linger and quickly left the scene, but these feathers still grew on my body."
With his gentle features, Azik nodded slightly and said:
I could sense it even from a great distance.
"It shouldn't be a normal High-Sequence Beyonder; I suspect it's a byproduct of the Spirituality Religion' Artificial Death Project."
So... so you successfully stalled that Rose School of Thought Angel? Klein thought with a hint of relief.
Azik glanced around and continued:
"I still have things to do, which will help me recall more memories."
"Once all that's over, I'll come back to you and retrieve that ring left behind by the ancient Death. My intuition tells me it might take me to the Raging Sea or the Southern Continent."
"You'd better go to a major city like Backlund or Trier next. In those places, the Rose School of Thought can only mobilize a very limited amount of power and won't dare to act recklessly. Of course, the best option would be the headquarters of major churches like Passo Island, but that would bring other dangers."
Azik made a final joke, just like a normal Loen gentleman. This life experience seemed to have left the deepest mark on him; no matter how much of his memory returned, there were still obvious traces remaining.
With memories preserved, a few decades have little impact on a thousand years, but starting from a state of complete amnesia, twenty or thirty years is enough to reshape a person... Once Mr. Azik fully recovers his memories, will his diverse life experiences lead to different personalities? It's a profound question indeed. Miss " Justice " will have to ponder it, and perhaps "consult" the Psychology Alchemists... While pondering this, Klein, seeing that Mr. Azik didn't delve into his conflict with the Rose School of Thought, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then asked:
"Mr. Azik, what do you know about the ' Mother Tree of Desire '?"
Azik shook his head:
Before seeing the letter you sent, I didn't even know He existed.
"Don't you know the ' Mother Tree of Desire '?" Klein paused for a moment, then asked:
"And what about the ' Chained God '?"
Azik shook his head again, sighed, and laughed:
"In ancient times, He or they may have had other names."
Indeed, Mr. Azik began his cycle of losing and regaining his memories at the end of the Fourth Epoch, and has been "wandering" the Northern Continent ever since. The Rose School of Thought, on the other hand, was born in the Southern Continent at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch... Klein nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Azik, who was busy with other matters, gave him a few more instructions and then led him through the Spirit World again, eventually arriving at a certain place on the Northern Continent, where he dropped him off on the beach.
Seeing that Mr. Azik had already gone far away, Klein watched the seawater surging towards the shore for a few seconds. Instead of rushing to the nearby city, he found an empty cave, set up a simple ritual, created Wall of Spirituality, and offered " Creeping Hunger," the " Death Knell " revolver, Azik Copper Whistle, " The Groselle's Travels," and soil stained with Senor's blood onto the Gray Fog.
Then, he took four steps backward into that mysterious space, sat in the seat belonging to " The Fool," and retrieved the small metal bottle from before.
Because it was preserved above the Gray Fog, the remaining blood in the vial did not coagulate. After putting on gloves and stuffing in other items, Klein poured out a few drops and smeared them on the dark brown cover of " The Groselle's Travels ".
Hmm... After the new character joined, why didn't a new story begin, starting all over again...? Klein looked at the book with the unchanged name and suddenly had a question.
Before he could even think, his vision blurred, and it seemed as if countless transparent creatures were lurking around him.
Everything quickly became clear, and Klein found himself sitting on a long wooden bench on the street.
This is the place he left before.
"Is this a save/load function?" Klein joked to himself, took out the soil stained with Senor's blood, casually broke off a twig, and tried to perform Divination.
Based on the information he obtained, he drove out of the city and into the nearby mountains, where he found " Admiral of Blood " still unconscious by the edge of a stream.
At this point, only about ten minutes had passed since the previous battle!
The exaggerated wounds on Senor's neck and chest have visibly shrunk, and he looks to have recovered considerably; his vitality is completely unlike that of a human.
In another quarter of an hour or two, this " Admiral of Blood " should be able to wake up, and in another hour or two, he should be able to regain his normal mobility.
These are " Living Corpse," these are " Wraith "!
You originally had a chance to be rescued by the Angel and Demigod of your organization, but your blood just happened to splatter onto " The Groselle's Travels," making you a " Prisoner " of the book and giving me time to deal with it calmly... Of course, this spared you from the aftermath of the Demigod battle and prevented you from dying on the spot, so I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky... Klein muttered as he observed, gripping " Death Knell " tightly in one hand and reaching for Senor's neck with the other, removing the pure silver necklace.
The necklace has a pendant of the same color that resembles an ancient coin, with mysterious patterns and symbolic symbols on both sides, and an inscription in Ancient Hermes:
"Your luck now will be matched by your misfortune later."
Is this the magical item that " Admiral of Blood " possesses, the one that boosts luck? What a pity, even Demigod couldn't make me luckier, so it probably won't either... I'll sell it for money later, or ask Miss Messenger if I can use it to pay off a debt... Klein didn't rush to put the necklace away, but placed it directly on the stone next to him.
He was afraid of unforeseen negative consequences that might affect his subsequent actions.
Then, Klein focused intently on Manipulation the " Admiral of Blood's " " Spirit Body Threads ".
He wanted to create his first puppet for long-term use, in order to summarize the rules of Acting the " Marionettist ".
And there is no puppet more convenient to carry around than a " Wraith "!
One second, two seconds, three seconds, in just ten seconds, Klein achieved initial control.
Senor's Spirituality intuition sensed danger, and his body began to struggle noticeably. However, due to his severe injuries and sluggishness, he remained unable to wake up.
Time ticked by, and by the fourth minute, Klein let out an undisguised sigh of relief.
At this moment, " Admiral of Blood " Senor opened his eyes, turned and stood up, facing him, and rhythmically placed his hand on his chest in salute:
Good morning, sir. How may I help you?
P. S.: First update. Thanks to Silver Alliance for Happy Days!