In a relatively remote area of Pessote City, there was a crude looking cathedral made of stone that was in need of polishing.
The most eye-catching and exquisite thing inside was the altar, on which stood a wooden cross and a tall statue of a man carrying a cross.
The ascetic, Snowman, was sitting in the front row, facing the statue. He had his head buried and his eyes closed as he prayed intently.
He was a middle-aged man who wasn't considered old but had some wrinkles. He wore a simple white robe that had been washed countless times. He had short brown hair, and his exposed arms, shoulders, calves, and feet were covered in all kinds of old scars.
At this moment, two men and a woman entered the cathedral. The men were wearing black trench coats and trousers that were completely different from their surroundings. However, one of them was wearing a vest, a half top hat, and a formal bow tie. The other was casually wearing a white shirt. The former had deep lines and a cold expression. The latter had black hair and blue eyes. He looked rather good, but he had the unrestrained aura of a poet.
The lady was wearing a long white dress that was tight at the waist. There were ruffles at the cuffs and lace flowers intertwined in front of her chest. She wore an exquisite silver mask on her face, revealing her emerald eyes, high nose bridge, lips and the lower half of her cheeks that were painted with lip gloss. It made people involuntarily imagine how beautiful her full face would be.
They were so eye-catching, no matter how one looked at it. However, the passersby, the few believers in the cathedral, and the praying ascetic didn't even glance at them. They were completely ignored.
This was a combination of Illusion and Psychological Invisibility.
Audrey was already in an official state of action. She didn't show any obvious curiosity as she swept the area with her eyes and said gently, "The most important problem now is to get Mr. Snowman to sleep.
"The most important thing now is to get Mr. Snowman to sleep, or we'll have to wait until nightfall."
That night in the World.
"Relax, it's just a trivial matter," Leonard replied with a smile.
Compared to Miss Justice, who only had a few experiences with Beyonder matters, as a Nighthawk, he had seen too much in such matters. He was very calm, and he even wanted to joke with Klein.
Of course, he didn't know that Miss Justice had just hypnotized a demigod.
Klein glanced at his former teammate.
"Then let's begin."
He was "carrying" the Unshadowed Crucifix. In less than three hours, he would fall back to Sequence 5 and expel the Bizarro Sorcerer Beyonder characteristic, so he naturally didn't want to waste any time.
He's back to being a crazy adventurer. Tsk … Leonard didn't waste his breath. He raised his hand and combed his hair, his green eyes suddenly becoming deep.
Without a sound, the praying ascetic, Snowman, had already fallen into a deep sleep.
This is the Beyonder power of a Nightmare … Audrey's eyes lit up as she muttered to herself in thought.
She had actually seen a Nightmare before when she was dealing with Sanguine Viscount Ernes Boyar. However, due to the haste, she didn't have a good understanding of it. Only now did she have a complete observation.
Right on the heels of that, she raised her hands and grabbed the arms of The World and The Star. Using the powers of a Dreamwalker, she brought them into Snowman's dream.
"I can do it myself …" the moment Leonard entered the hazy World, he mumbled.
Klein and Audrey didn't listen to what he said. They quickly surveyed the area and took in the entire situation of Snowman's dream.
This was also a cathedral, an abnormally majestic cathedral.
Ancient stone pillars propped up the towering dome, but it didn't cause the hall to be fragmented. It was still ridiculously wide.
The cathedral's door was too tall and wide even for giants. On both sides were candles placed in silver cups, emitting a warm glow.
The altar at the front was grand and magnificent. Above it was a grayish-white cross and a cross-bearing statue.
The statue's face wasn't too clear, but it gave off the feeling that it was pitying the people of the world.
Snowman was also sitting in the first row, facing the altar with his head lowered and eyes closed as he focused on praying.
"This place is very similar to the abandoned cathedral in Afternoon Town that Little Sun showed us. It should be a building from the same era," Audrey swept her gaze across the brick arches as she whispered.
At the same time, she tried hard to calm her curiosity, telling herself to remain calm.
Little Sun? How is it small? That fellow is clearly taller and stronger than me … Afternoon Town's abandoned cathedral … Leonard thought in puzzlement while lampooning.
When he joined the Tarot, Sun had long returned to the City of Silver. Although he would occasionally mention the matter of exploring the Giant King's Court, he didn't conjure the corresponding scene.
"Indeed." Klein retracted his gaze and agreed with Miss Justice's words. Then, he said to her, "Try to guide Snowman's dream and make him divulge the important information in his subconscious. The main point is related to the King of Angels."
This mission could be completed by a Nightmare or a Dreamwalker. The reason why Klein got Miss Justice to do it was to give her more chances to digest the potion. After all, Leonard had long passed that stage. Besides, no matter what, when it came to matters that involved the subconscious, Beyonders of the Spectator pathway were definitely more professional. Their operations would also be more precise and effective.
It was only at this moment that Leonard realized a problem.
The powers that Miss Justice showcased involve the domain of dreams …
This also meant that she had already advanced to a Sequence 5 Dreamwalker!
Isn't that too fast? Leonard was secretly alarmed and found it unbelievable.
He remembered that when he joined the Tarot, Miss Justice had mentioned that she had become a Hypnotist in less than a month. It had only been about three months since then.
She has indeed attempted to purchase the advancement ingredients at the Tarot Gathering, but to be able to completely digest the Sequence 6 Hypnotist potion in less than four months is already astonishing enough … Thoughts flashed through Leonard's mind. For some baffling reason, he lost his pride in being a Red Gloves captain, a quasi-high-ranking member of the Church, and a Sequence 5 Spirit Warlock.
Amidst his thoughts, Audrey tersely acknowledged and took a few steps forward to Snowman's side.
Her emerald-green eyes suddenly produced illusory ripples. The ripples constantly sank deep into the depths, returning to darkness and tranquility.
An invisible fluctuation was produced as the altar in front of the cathedral suddenly turned blurry.
This magnificent object, along with the cross and the statue on it, turned illusory and distorted at the same time before suddenly unfolding, erupting with light and shadows that weren't too intense.
The light and shadows intertwined to form a three-dimensional portrait. It was a towering mountain range with the main peak reaching into the clouds. However, the white clouds didn't dare to hide the main peak as they automatically parted to the two sides.
At the peak of the mountain stood a huge cross that was taller than the mountain. Sitting in front of it was a majestic figure that was covered in layers of light.
Two-winged, four-winged, and six-winged angels were either holding horns, playing harps, or flutes. They circled around the majestic figure, sometimes praising and sometimes singing.
Eight blurry figures with twelve pairs of wings surrounded the majestic deity. They either sat by "His" feet, leaning against "Him" with great reliance, or floated by "His" sides, waiting for orders.
Klein had seen such a scene before. He knew that the deity was the ancient god of the Sun. He knew that the figures with twelve pairs of wings were the Kings of Angels.
At this moment, the ascetic, Snowman, opened his eyes and looked at Audrey. As though he was teaching his student, he said in a deep and solemn voice, "Only a Holy Spirit can truly serve the Lord.
"Only the Holy Spirit can truly serve the Lord. This is the goal that I've been pursuing all my life …
"I saw the Lord standing above billions of rays of light, his benevolence sprinkling over Heaven and the land. Beside him, there were eight 'Kings' standing.
"The Angel of Darkness was the first angel created by the Lord. He was' His' left hand, 'His' agent, and the deputy of Heaven.
"The Angel of Imagination was the Lord's eldest son. The Lord said that in the distant future, you would become the savior of all living beings.
"The Angel of Time was the Lord's second son. The Lord said that you were the God of Trickery, the God of Mischief, the light of the apocalypse.
"The White Angel, the Angel of Wind, and the Angel of Fate were the Lord's loyal followers. They were firm, brave, and pious. They went from weak to strong, never changing.
"The Angel of Wisdom was redeemed due to repentance and was sanctified due to redemption. He was the exact opposite of those who had fallen to the ground after eating the fruits of sin.
"The War Angel is the Lord's wrath, the Lord's punishment. 'He' came to the land to make war …"
From the looks of it, this ascetic has never been to the divine kingdom of the ancient god of the Sun, nor has he truly seen any King of Angels. What he presented and described should be the contents of the religious canon back then … In other words, what he said just now is official … From the looks of it, Dark Angel Sasrir is indeed the leader of the Kings of Angels. He was most trusted by the ancient god of the Sun, and he's known as the deputy of Heaven. But even such an existence was bewitched … I wonder what happened to "Him" in the end. Why are there no traces of "Him" now … Klein seriously listened to Snowman's description and gained a clearer understanding of the Kings of Angels.
He never expected that the ancient god of the Sun would actually prophesy that Adam was the savior. This left him somewhat confused.
These are the complete eight Kings of Angels … Leonard was also listening attentively. This was something that Old Man hadn't told him in detail. It was a true ancient secret that belonged before the Cataclysm.
Audrey had seen the mural of the three Kings of Angels devouring the City of Silver's Creator, and through the corresponding images, she had matched "Them" to the Eternal Blazing Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. At that moment, she wasn't too surprised. She turned her head and looked at The World and The Star, calmly interpreting the hidden meaning of the sentences.
"According to Mr. Snowman, the Dark Angels were created. The three Kings of Angels, Pure White, Wind, and Fate, followed the ancient god of the Sun from a weak stage and grew up step by step. Hmm, the weak here might be referring to Sequence 4 … The Cherubim should be an outsider who joined later on. It's very likely that he was in a hostile faction …"
Upon hearing Miss Justice's words, Klein suddenly thought of a name. It was the legendary Dragon of Wisdom of the City of Silver, Herabergen.
He then nodded and gestured for Miss Justice to continue.
After reciting a few related scriptures, Snowman suddenly said solemnly,
"Our diocese has cultists who believe in the Evernight hiding!
"This is a decree from the Kings."
Lord of the Mysteries
Lord of the Mysteries
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