Although there was no concept of temperature in the Hall of Truth, Klein felt a sense of coldness and heat when he heard it. He wanted to defend himself, but he was at a loss for words when he opened his mouth.
After silently looking at Adam's clear eyes that could reflect his figure for a few seconds, Klein said with some difficulty, "That's not the case.
"I accept …
"But I will also work hard to reduce the damage caused by the war in the future as long as I'm alive."
He paused for a moment and asked in a deep voice:
"Is this the price you marked for the gift?
"Back then, when one of the Ascetics here said your real name, you already noticed this travel book and secretly made arrangements?"
Adam, who was dressed in a simple white robe, didn't respond. He walked towards the murals on the left and stopped in front of one of them. He raised his head slightly and quietly admired it.
In the mural, the book bound from goatskin flew into the clouds and into the cosmos before landing in a gigantic claw.
After looking at it for a while, Adam said in a warm voice:
"You can leave now."
Klein immediately felt that he was being repelled by the Hall of Truth, the City of Miracles, and the World in the book's sea of collective subconscious. He couldn't help but float up and fly out.
During this process, he saw Adam return to the front of the rows of black seats. He held the silver cross pendant, closed his eyes, and piously prayed to the huge and blurry figure.
Outside the sea of collective subconscious, an illusory door silently appeared. It stood in midair and led outside.
The World in the book also began to repel Klein, "squeezing" him out of the door.
Suddenly, Klein returned to the real World in front of the grayish-white fog. He was in a state where he was about to enter the Historical Void.
Unlike before, he wasn't locked onto by the vortex formed by countless transparent maggots. And the nearly invisible, slippery tentacles that wrapped around Rosell's Travels trembled slightly before vanishing into thin air.
Without the time to feel the pinch, Klein's thoughts raced as he instinctively made a choice.
He leaped into the grayish-white fog from another direction and hid in a shattered spot of light. This was also the so-called Historical Void.
In the next second, Klein began to regret it. This was because Zaratul's slippery and terrifying tentacles extended over from the grayish-white fog. The countless transparent maggots no longer formed a spinning vortex as they disintegrated into a tidal wave that surged towards him.
Zaratul could actually fight in the Historical Void!
This was the suppression of a high-ranking Beyonder of the same pathway over a low-ranking Beyonder.
The best way to deal with a demigod of the Seer pathway was always to be a demigod of a higher Sequence.
Without any hesitation, just like when he advanced, he "ran" through the spots of light and fled deep into the fog of history.
The collapse of the secret mausoleum, the air raid on Backlund, and the tragedy of the Great Smog flashed past one after another, but the sense of danger in his heart didn't weaken.
He even "Saw" the thick shadows approaching him and began to cover him.
This was a tidal wave formed by the transparent maggots and slippery tentacles!
Klein ran with all his might, constantly chanting the honorific name of the Evernight Goddess in Jotun, hoping to be saved. This was the only thing he had the strength to do, and it was also the only existence that could save him at present.
Of course, if he knew of Amon's honorific name, he would definitely attempt to provoke this Blasphemer.
Only by messing up the situation would he have a chance of survival.
Rosell's proclamation as emperor, the improvement of the steam engine, the Battle of the Violated Oath, the White Rose War, and the Twenty Year War flashed past his mind. Klein realized that his body was being "covered" by more and more shadows. His consciousness gradually slowed down as though he was being controlled by his Spirit Body Threads.
At this moment, Hounds of Fulgrim ran out from the various spots of light in the grayish-white fog.
They were covered in pitch-black short fur, and their eye sockets burned with dark red flames. The corners of their mouths extended all the way to the back of their heads.
This group of monster-like Sefirah Castle Keepers passed by Klein and rushed behind him.
Klein immediately regained consciousness.
F * ck! He cursed himself. His eyes were slightly red as he continued "running" with a blurry vision. He ran from the Fifth Epoch to the Fourth Epoch, and from the Fourth Epoch to the Third Epoch.
The huge shadow behind him paused for a few seconds before continuing to surge towards Klein as though nothing had happened, drowning the Historical Void he passed through.
Klein wasn't stingy with his spirituality at all. He desperately used the spots of light he had lit to "run" through the fog of history, from the Third Epoch to the Second Epoch. He ran to a lonely fragment of light, surrounded by a withered forest and a normal-sized tomb.
This was the history where Giant King Aurmir buried his parents.
As for the "tidal wave" formed by Zaratul's true body, it didn't seem to understand the past enough. It was unknown which era it had stopped in, but it was unable to catch up.
At that moment, Klein's spirituality was almost drained. And in the fog of history, he could only borrow strength from the Void he was in. Clearly, there was no such thing as his past.
And when his spirituality was exhausted, he had no choice but to leave the fog of history and return to the real World. When that happened, he would once again face Zaratul.
Phew … Klein exhaled and pulled out another paper crane. He snapped his fingers and ignited it.
However, after waiting for a few seconds, he didn't see Snake of Fate Will Auceptin appear.
There's no way to use an ordinary paper crane to contact Will in the Historical Void … Why hasn't Amon appeared yet … As thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein could only chant in Jotun again,
"Evernight Goddess, loftier than the cosmos, more eternal than eternity. You are the Lady of Crimson, the Mother of Concealment, the Empress of Misfortune and Horror, the Mistress of Repose and Silence …"
After holding on for a few seconds, Klein suddenly had an inspiration. Hence, he didn't hesitate to leave the fog of history and return to the real World.
Just as his figure appeared, the Spirit Body Threads floated into the air and were grabbed by a slippery and transparent tentacle.
And opposite him, another figure appeared at the same time.
It was the barefoot ascetic leader, Arianna, who was dressed in a linen robe.
According to Klein's abilities, the angel-level historical projection he had summoned had definitely vanished. Therefore, the one who had arrived was undoubtedly the true body.
The matron of the Evernight cloister glanced at Klein and instantly made him vanish under Zaratul's tentacles.
Klein entered the secret World that belonged to Arianna. It was nighttime here, and it was a cloister with many ancient buildings. A gigantic and holy crimson moon hung high in the sky.
Based on their past experiences of working together, Klein immediately used "Teleport" to flash to the crimson moon and escape from this secret World.
After returning to reality, Klein had already distanced himself from Zaratul. Therefore, he didn't hesitate to use "Traveling" to leave. As for Arianna, who had temporarily stopped Zaratul, she transformed into a concealed state and left the battle.
Rumble!
A terrifying thunder boomed as the transparent tentacle that had attempted to reach out to the spot where Klein had disappeared suddenly retracted and vanished with the true body.
Klein, who had "Teleported" to the sea, couldn't be bothered to borrow strength from his past self. He summoned a paper figurine from the Historical Void and shook his wrist.
Most of the items he had with him had been destroyed when he became a "bookmark." It was unknown where his marionettes, Qonas and Enuni, had gone. Of course, they might've evaporated under the illumination of the Angel of Light.
Pa!
The paper figurine ignited with scarlet flames and rose into an illusory angel with layers of wings on its back. It wrapped around Klein and eliminated all traces.
Then, Klein activated "Teleport" again and left.
…
In the secret mausoleum in East Chester County, William Augustus I and Queen Mystic Bernadette simultaneously sensed the death of George III through the changes in order or through their own prophecies.
The latter didn't stay any longer. His body suddenly separated like a pile of soap bubbles that refracted light, scattering in all directions before shattering.
William Augustus I didn't have the mood to stop or chase after him, but he wasn't in that much pain either.
…
Klein took a huge detour and used Angel's Embrace three times to eliminate his traces before silently returning to Baekeland, which was probably the safest place at the moment.
He didn't return to the apartment he had previously rented. Instead, he found a hotel in the Baekeland Bridge area and got a room.
Of course, he didn't forget to change his looks, height, temperament, and characteristics.
He became more ordinary, ordinary, and inconspicuous.
After entering the room, Klein endured his mental fatigue and physical injuries and began chanting the honorific name of Sea God Cavituis. He prepared to take four steps counterclockwise and head above the gray fog. He wanted to use his "true vision" and the real Angel's Embrace to confirm the environment and eliminate any latent dangers.
Thankfully, Zaratul should've signed a contract with George III. "He" can't leave the mausoleum he's guarding. Otherwise, I would've most likely become "His" marionette in that chaotic battle … "His" and Abomination Suah's appearance has exceeded my expectations … Klein heaved a sigh of relief and took a counterclockwise step.
He opened his mouth and chanted in Chinese, "Blessings …"
Suddenly, Klein's body trembled. His voice came to a halt as he froze on the spot.
In his line of sight, a figure had appeared on the chair beside the full-body mirror in the room. He was of medium build, male, and relatively young. He wore a dark-colored jacket and trousers. He was a mixed-blood of Rouen and Balam.
This was the marionette that Klein had previously lost, Winner Enuni.
Enuni smiled as he faced Klein's eyes that couldn't move.
"Don't randomly throw your marionette around. You'll be tracked."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up and took out a crystal monocle from his pocket. He slowly wore it on his right eye.
(End of the fifth installment)
PS: The fifth installment will be concluded in the wee hours of the morning. Also, don't waste the monthly votes on the last day of November ~
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