When Audrey and company saw this scene, it was as though they were watching a large-scale magic show. For a moment, no one reacted to what had happened.
A few seconds later, the scene turned chaotic. Amidst the undulating screams, the soldiers of the King's Guard rushed up the platform.
The cabinet members and the nobles in the House of Lords subconsciously found a place to hide, or they mustered their courage and followed the guards to check the scene.
Audrey watched in a daze. She wasn't too surprised, but she found it surreal.
The people and matters that Mr. World paid close attention to meant that they were being watched by Mr. Fool. And Mr. Fool had never failed to achieve his goals up to this point.
This was the will of a deity.
In the other municipal squares in Baekeland, Melissa, Baansen, and company also heard the explosion. Then, they realized that the king's speech had come to an abrupt end.
After a moment of silence, the people gradually turned restless as they whispered to each other.
The fear of the unknown and the future slowly took over their hearts.
…
In the outskirts of Baekeland, inside Ruins No. 1.
George III's mind had already become extremely blurry. He felt that there was an irresistible and extremely crazy consciousness spewing out like a volcano. This was changing "His" body and distorting all the things around him.
Vaguely, "He" saw a huge black throne and "He" sitting on it, wearing the emperor's crown, proudly looking down at reality, ruling over the people, and being equal to the gods.
"He" extended "His" hand in an attempt to grab this future, but countless curses and attacks from an unknown source landed on "Him," preventing "Him" from touching it.
"No …"
George III's hand, which had transformed into a rule, stopped in midair. His consciousness was completely torn apart as his body completely transformed.
Trissy, who had already collapsed into a mass of flesh and blood, was surrounded by countless thick snake hair as she covered the shadow of order.
Boom!
In the outside world of Ruins No. 1, the forest suddenly collapsed inwards, stirring up a large amount of dust. It filled the air like the thickest haze.
Boom!
The area formed a huge crater that connected to the Tussock River, drawing in the surging river water.
Rumble!
The sky rapidly darkened, and a storm that contained endless terror shrouded this place.
On a mountain peak further away, two figures stared at this scene. For a moment, neither of them spoke.
One of them was the Demoness of Unaging, Katarina, who was dressed in a holy white robe, and the other was a hooded Red Angel evil spirit with a pale face.
After two seconds, Saintess of White Katarina sighed softly.
"The reason we want to find her is because the Primordial told us that she has a strong tendency to self-destruct."
The Red Angel evil spirit listened silently as "His" expression warped slightly.
"I know who interfered with my response."
Katerina thought of one answer after another, but she was unable to confirm any of them. In the end, she chose to remain silent.
The Red Angel evil spirit slowly spat out a word:
"Night."
After a pause, he suppressed the emotions in his heart and added,
"Otherwise, I would have found Trissy Cheek long ago."
Without waiting for Katarina's response, the Red Angel evil spirit turned around and left.
…
In another ruin, Klein, who saw the secret mausoleum collapse and a large amount of blood flow out, only had time to flash a hint of joy before he had no choice but to turn his attention back to his own situation.
The failure of George III's ritual and his failure to become the Black Emperor meant that his goal had been achieved. The next focus was on how to escape!
At this moment, taking advantage of the considerable impact of the mausoleum's destruction, Reinette Tinekerr followed her agreement with Klein and didn't stay any longer. She rushed into the spirit world and fled deep into the depths.
The power "She" had borrowed from "Herself" in the past was coming to an end!
The beautiful concealment angel had already reached the limit that Klein could maintain. After transforming into the Strange World, "She" naturally disappeared.
In the half-collapsed ruin, Klein faced Abomination Suah's arm, Hermes from ancient times, Rosell The Great's projection, William Augustus I's projection, the Angel of Light's projection, and the thunder that was pointing at an unknown location. Any one of them had the ability to easily kill him.
And if he wanted to summon a Historical Void projection at the angel level, it wasn't something that could be done in a few tries.
Without any hesitation, Klein's body turned incorporeal in an attempt to hide in the Historical Void.
At this moment, a vortex suddenly appeared in the grayish-white fog in his vision. It was made up of countless transparent maggots that extended transparent and slippery tentacles in all directions.
Zaratul!
Zaratul's true body had appeared!
"He" had been waiting for Klein in the Historical Void all this time!
At this moment, Klein's entry into the Historical Void could no longer be reversed. He could only watch helplessly as he was attracted by the vortex and thrown towards the center!
He wanted to snap his fingers and ignite the other paper cranes, but he realized that there were no flames that could rise up.
Having already tested him once, Zaratul had sufficient confidence in his trump card. With the suppression of his level and the authority of Mysteries, he was unable to control the flames!
In addition, Klein's intuition told him that the destination of the "Teleportation" was strangely connected to the vortex formed by the transparent maggots.
He was unable to escape, nor did he have the time to summon sufficient helpers.
A Seer didn't perform unprepared.
The vortex formed by the transparent maggots slowly spun, welcoming Klein's "visit." The transparent and slippery tentacles swam over in an unstoppable manner.
They wrapped around Klein, but they only wrapped around an ancient book with a dark cover.
The blood on the surface of the book had yet to completely fade.
"Ge Rosell's Travels"!
In the most dangerous second, Klein took the initiative to prick his finger, allowing his blood to flow onto the surface of "Ge Rosell's Travels." Then, he entered the book's World and temporarily escaped the fatal trap set up by Zaratul.
The moment he entered the book's World, Klein immediately reached out and grabbed forward. He grabbed a marionette that he had only briefly possessed from the Historical Void.
Hvin Rambis!
Klein had once experimented that he could summon the projection of true history here. After all, it belonged to Sefirah Castle, and the book's World's prayer to The Fool wasn't obstructed. Of course, if that didn't work, Klein had other solutions. It was to summon Justice Audrey, who existed in the book's World's history!
In short, he needed a Mid-Sequence High-Sequence Beyonder of the Spectator pathway to bring him into the sea of collective subconscious, into the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, and into the Hall of Truth.
This was because Klein had no idea how long it would take for a Sequence 1 like Zaratul to grasp the secret of "Ge Rosell's Travels," nor did he know if "He" would forcefully descend into the book's World.
All he could do was race against time!
The gentle and elegant Hvin Rambis, who was dressed in a formal suit and a dark red bow tie, pulled Klein with a stiff expression and directly entered the sea of collective subconscious formed by countless overlapping lights and shadows.
With the powers of a Manipulator, they quickly traversed and arrived at the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, in a few seconds. They arrived at the entrance of the Hall of Truth.
Klein dispelled the maintenance on Hvin Rambis's marionette and, pushed by the strong winds, "ran" through the door.
As he passed through the colorful murals, his inner voice echoed in the hall:
The success rate of summoning 0-08 here should be relatively high …
Use it to draw or write something at the end of the mural on the left. It can affect the real World …
Through its arrangements, I can make Zaratul make a mistake, allowing me to find a safe path to escape …
No, it's better to let Amon's avatar join the chaotic battle and implicate Zaratul. That's easier to achieve …
It's no wonder the Goddess wanted to "fish" Amon to Baekeland …
The mural on the right represents the World in the book. I can use 0-08 to draw a temporary door for me to leave …
As he "ran," Klein's right hand kept grabbing at the void in front of him.
Five times, ten times, twenty times. When Klein once again borrowed strength from his past self, his right hand suddenly sank as he dragged out a slightly dim classical quill.
"0-08!"
In the next second, Klein arrived in front of a huge pillar that was so wide that it would take countless people to wrap their arms around it.
There was a clear sense of the vicissitudes of time. It was the throne of the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt.
Klein circled around the stone pillar and came to the end of the mural. He picked up the quill, 0-08, and was about to write.
He had never experimented with the changes that would happen when he used 0-08 here. He was afraid that the accident would be too great and alarm Amon's brother, causing his plan to prevent George III from becoming the Black Emperor to be discovered ahead of time.
And at this moment, he didn't need to think about such matters at all. He could wholeheartedly weave the development that he needed.
Suddenly, 0-08, which was about to begin writing, disappeared. It disappeared before it reached its limit!
What's going on … Klein was surprised.
He then realized that the Hall of Truth didn't amplify this sentence. The surroundings were extremely quiet.
With a thought, Klein slowly turned around and saw that the ancient stone pillar had turned into a hundred-meter-tall cross at some point in time.
In front of the cross, a huge, blurry figure stood there, carrying everything on its back as it looked at all living beings with pity.
Inside the Hall of Truth, there were rows of black seats with backrests, but there was only one prayer.
This prayer had his eyes closed as he sat in the middle of the first row. He wore a rather simple white robe, and he had a pale golden beard that covered the lower half of his face. His hands were clasped in front of the silver cross pendant in front of his chest, and his expression was warm and calm.
Adam.
President of the Twilight Hermit Order, King of Angels Adam.
Klein had no idea when "He" had arrived.
At this moment, Adam raised his head, revealing eyes that were as clear as a child's.
He slowly stood up and spoke with a calm expression.
Intis no longer watches by the sidelines and has decided to take the opportunity to launch an attack. This war has truly begun to engulf the World.
"Do you accept such an outcome?"
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Divine Emperor of the Nine Heavens
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