As the flames flickered, Derrick and company subconsciously looked at the long dark red table. The first thing they noticed was the figure closest to them.
The figure was wearing a simple linen robe and had long silver hair. His facial features couldn't be seen clearly, but it made Colin, Lovia, and Derrick feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
In the blink of an eye, it was as if lightning had struck their minds, suddenly illuminating their blurry memories.
"Angel of Fate, Ouroboros!"
Just as the pupils of the people from the City of Silver dilated, the figure turned his head and looked at them.
A pair of indifferent eyes immediately occupied their field of vision, and a transcendent and mysterious ring appeared.
In a trance, Derrick saw a figure in front of him. He was a handsome, sunny, and energetic man. He was wearing a pure white robe and had a head of short blond hair.
With his appearance, the surroundings became abnormally bright. The warm feeling was like light, instantly filling every inch of the place.
It was as if Derrick had seen the legendary daytime. For a moment, he forgot where he was and what he wanted to do.
The man took a step forward, and his illusory, blurry figure overlapped with Derrick.
Then, Derrick sat at the long dark red table and occupied one of the high-back chairs.
He had transformed into the handsome, sunny man from before, and he was participating in a secret gathering.
At the same time, the City of Silver's Chief, Colin, whose hair was white and face was covered in old scars, encountered an equally blurry and illusory figure.
The figure was seven to eight meters tall and wore silver full-body armor. His eyes were a blob of light that resembled the light of dawn and dusk.
He raised the sword in his hand and pressed it against Colin Iliad's forehead like a scepter.
Demon Hunter Colin struggled for a moment, but he quickly calmed down after being enveloped by the orange-red glow.
His figure merged with the giant opposite him as he took a step forward and walked to the long dark red table, sitting in the second seat on the right.
The person Shepherd Lovia encountered was a man in a black robe. He had black curly hair that reached his shoulders and a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered in shadows. His exact appearance wasn't clear, making it difficult to see him clearly. However, the silver threads, complicated patterns, and gorgeous accessories on his clothes were directly reflected in Lovia's mind.
Lovia shuddered. She could not help but lower her head, allowing the black wings on his back to wrap around her.
She turned into that man and walked to the end of the long dark red table.
There were two high-back chairs with complicated patterns. Lovia chose the one on the left.
The remaining members of the City of Silver's expedition team also encountered a similar situation, but the figures they faced were all different.
After 'they' found seats on both sides of the long, dark red table, the empty high-back chair at the end of the table became darker, outlining the figure of a woman who seemed to be shrouded in mist.
Immediately following that, a voice that seemed to have transmigrated from ancient times echoed in the ears of the participants.
"… We are saving ourselves and maintaining the balance of this World …"
"… Division and deviation are undoubtedly the most basic of Order …"
"… This is also his idea …"
"… It's undeniable that we all have our own dark thoughts and desires, but this is very normal …"
"… Death and blood will be unavoidable. In the name of Rose Redemption …"
Above the gray fog, Klein listened attentively. He couldn't wait for the voice to say more.
However, be it the scene or the voice, it began to loop, as if it had been frozen for only a few dozen seconds.
This is the scene when Rose Redemption was established? Previously, the Red Angel evil spirit said that this is an extremely secretive organization established by a group of corrupted angels. From the looks of it, that's not the case … The person who said that back then shouldn't have been Medici, but one of Sauron and Einhorn. "They" actually don't know much about Rose Redemption … Klein mumbled inwardly as he cast his gaze back to the City of Silver members who were repeatedly approaching, sitting down, listening, and distancing themselves like puppets.
When the torches around the hall lit up one after another, Klein had already discovered an abnormality with his "true vision."
He saw the murals on the wall come to life, rapidly expanding and overlapping with the hall. It made the long tables, chairs, and floor tiles that had been cold for thousands of years warm again. It made the figures that had once met in secret cross the barrier of time and "resurrect" in a fixed spot, allowing some of the words from ancient times to the present.
And among those figures, there were many that Klein was familiar with.
Among them, the first person he saw was the Angel of Fate, Ouroboros.
This King of Angels, who still belonged to Rose Redemption, was the most spiritual of all the illusory figures.
Combined with the fact that the scene was looping, Klein suspected that the person who left the traces in the murals was Tail Devourer Ouroboros.
In the ruins of the previous temple, there were murals left behind by "Him." Somewhere in the ruins of the battle of the gods, there are also murals left behind by "Him" … In the Giant King's Court, there are similar murals and similar powers. I wouldn't believe it if "He" isn't … How much does this King of Angels like murals? "He" draws them wherever "He" goes … Klein couldn't help but lampoon Ouroboros inwardly.
The second figure he noticed was sitting beside the Angel of Fate, Ouroboros. He wore black armor that looked like it had been splashed with blood. He had a head of bright red hair that looked like it was burning, and he was young and handsome.
The reason why this figure caught Klein's attention was because he had seen it in a dream before.
In addition, "it" was also the most arrogant one among all the figures. Not only was "He" pressing back against the back of the chair, but "He" also placed "His" feet on the long dark red table. "He" didn't care that "He" was surrounded by high-ranking figures of similar status.
Red Angel, Medici!
These are the Kings of Angels who participated in the secret gathering? Who else is there … As Klein's thoughts raced, he decided to first save the people of the City of Silver from the never-ending cycle of fate.
In this regard, he had plenty of experience.
Yes, the medium of the cycle is the hall itself. However, there's no need to attempt to destroy it. As long as I can temporarily break the cycle of fate, the dusk outside will seep in and dispel the abnormalities … They belong to the divine kingdom itself. In terms of level, they're definitely higher than the power left behind by Ouroboros … Klein observed for a few seconds and quickly came to a conclusion.
After tossing a gold coin to make a divination, he immediately spread his spirituality towards the crimson star that represented Sun.
Derrick Berg's Spirit Body then broke through the cycle of fate, creating an invisible gap.
Outside the palace, the orange-red light of dusk immediately poured in from the windows high above, enveloping the entire hall.
Without waiting for Little Sun to figure out his situation, Klein, who was afraid that the True Creator would lock onto him, didn't hesitate to let him return to the real World.
Derrick snapped out of his daze and realized that he had unknowingly sat to the side of the long dark red table.
He looked up in a daze and saw the Chief, Elder Lovia, Haim, Antiona, and company. He realized that there was more or less some confusion on their faces.
Recalling what had just happened, Derrick was alarmed as he deliberated before saying,
He deliberated and said, "The cycle of fate …"
"Indeed." Colin Iliad, who had similar experiences, nodded slightly and stood up.
He looked around and let his gaze land on the closest and largest mural.
The mural depicted this hall. It had the same stone pillars, torches, dark red tables, complicated high-back chairs, and the layout of items.
And on those high-back chairs sat eleven figures. There were two at the top, five on the left, and four on the right.
Everyone from the City of Silver followed the Chief's gaze and took in the corresponding content.
The five figures on the left were a gentle silver-haired man, an arrogant red-haired man, a hooded elder who only revealed his mouth, wrinkles, and beard, a dignified middle-aged man in black armor, and a handsome man in a white robe.
The four on the right were mummies wrapped in bandages. There was a middle-aged man in a deep black robe with facial features that resembled those of the Southern Continent, a giant covered in silver armor, and a voluptuous, gentle, and dignified lady.
Sitting on the two high-back chairs at the very top were a man with black curly hair and shadowy eyes, and a woman shrouded in fog.
At this moment, a Guardian raised his right hand and pointed at the handsome white-robed man.
"His figure is made up of a bunch of mysterious symbols. These symbols symbolize the following:
These symbols symbolize: "White Angel, Aucuses …"
Before the Guardian could finish his sentence, he suddenly let out a tragic cry as golden flames spewed out from his body.
He instantly turned into a charred corpse, as if he would be reduced to ashes the moment he touched it. It made it impossible for Demon Hunter Colin and Shepherd Lovia to save him in time.
"Don't attempt to distinguish those symbols. They contain extremely powerful powers themselves," Colin hurriedly reminded in a deep voice.
As for Klein, who was above the gray fog, he was thinking about something else.
"White Angel Aucuses. Is that the true name of the Eternal Blazing Sun?"
If it wasn't for the power of the Giant King's Court isolating me, just saying this name in Jotun would attract attention and suffer the wrath of the gods …
Amidst his thoughts, Demon Hunter Colin stabbed his two swords in front of him, creating an invisible barrier.
Then, the City of Silver's Chief replaced everyone to distinguish the symbols and labels that formed the figures.
Starting from the last person on the left, he slowly and firmly read them out:
Angel of Fate, Ouroboros …
War Angel, Medici …
Angel of Wisdom, Herabergen …
At this point, Colin Iliad, who was constantly shaking the invisible barrier, paused. This was because this name was no stranger to the people of the City of Silver.
This was the true name of the Dragon of Wisdom!
Could it be that the Dragon of Wisdom later became the Angel of Wisdom by the Lord's side? Similar doubts surfaced in everyone's minds, but Klein discovered something strange:
The historical records of the City of Silver had the name Herabergen. They usually used Jotun, a language that could mobilize the surrounding natural powers.
In other words, in the past two to three thousand years, someone in the City of Silver must have read or written "Herabergen," but the God of Knowledge and Wisdom didn't respond. The Church of Knowledge still couldn't find the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
At this moment, Colin Iliad controlled his emotions and continued reading:
Wind Angel, Leodero …
"Pure White Angel, Aucuses …
Dark Angel, Sasrir …
Evernight Goddess, Amanises …
God of War, Badheil …
"Mother Earth Goddess, Omebella …
God of the Dead, Salinger …
God of Spiritual Creatures, Tolzna …
"…" Although Klein had expected this, he was still stunned.
In the past, Rose Redemption was terrifyingly powerful!
Among the seven deities today, six were its members, including Death, the God of Spiritual Creatures, and the three Kings of Angels.
This made Klein recall something the Red Angel evil spirit had once said:
"Rose Redemption has a close relationship with the birth of the True Creator. It's impossible for you to imagine that certain people were once members of Rose Redemption, but they later left the organization …"
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