The path formed by the dusk didn't seem to be able to carry anything, but after Amon and Klein landed on it, they didn't continue descending. It was as though they were walking on land.
This time, Amon didn't "steal" the distance. He "brought" Klein closer to the majestic Giant King's Court projection, occasionally looking around to admire the beautiful scenery.
Strolling above the sea of clouds, stepping on the sunset bridge, and looking at the mythical palace should have been something that made one happy and relaxed, but Klein seemed to be walking into an abyss. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank.
Once he entered the Forsaken Land of the Gods, many of the things he relied on would be useless.
Before long, Amon and Klein arrived at the Giant King's Court projection and stood in front of the tallest building.
On one side of the building was a steeple, and on the other side was a round tower. The main door was more than ten meters tall, and it was mainly grayish-blue in color. It was covered in symmetrical symbols, labels, and patterns. It was the residence of the Giant King, where Dark Angel Sasrir slept.
Klein glanced at the pitch-black hole to the left of the door. He could roughly confirm that the door in his dream didn't need a key to open it. Otherwise, the True Creator believers from before wouldn't have been able to pass through it. After all, the correct key was in Vice Admiral Iceberg's collection room.
"Next, as long as we push open this door, we will be able to enter the Forsaken Land of the Gods. However, this way, we will definitely be watched." Amon smiled and took a few steps diagonally to the edge of the door. "We won't open the door. Let's go straight in."
As he spoke, the Angel of Time raised his hand to adjust his monocle.
In the corner of the grayish-blue door, a ghostly-blue, incorporeal, illusory door appeared.
"An Apprentice's Door Opening. It's a very low-level ability, but it's perfect for use here." Amon lowered his right hand and introduced in satisfaction.
He then took two steps and passed through the illusory door.
Yes, there are no useless Beyonder powers, only useless Beyonders … Directly pushing open the door will result in being watched … By who? The True Creator? "His" holy residence, "His" divine kingdom, should be somewhere in the Forsaken Land of the Gods … If I can attract "Him" and cause "Him" to clash with Amon, I might be able to find a chance to escape … Klein couldn't control his body as he followed closely behind Amon and stepped into the slightly blurry ghostly-blue door.
As soon as he passed through, he immediately felt the world spin, and even his spirituality seemed to be torn apart.
When the abnormality disappeared and he recovered, Klein found himself on a beach illuminated by the light of dusk.
The gravel and stones here were all black. Dark blue waves surged from afar, hitting the edge layer by layer, but there was no sound of tides.
They were quiet, like a grand illusion show.
This sea is illusory … I appeared here after entering, but it's likely not the case when leaving … According to the principle of reciprocity, if I want to leave, I can only open the Giant King's residence where Dark Angel Sasrir sleeps? Klein tilted his head in realization and looked in another direction. There was a mountain peak bathed in dusk. Countless palaces, towers, and majestic walls were frozen on it.
This is the mythical Giant King's Court.
Even if the City of Silver can find a path to the sea, it's meaningless … From the corner of his eye, Klein discovered that Amon had changed his appearance.
"He" was wearing a black classic robe and a pointed hat of the same color. "He" had gone from a gentleman of the present era to an ancient mage from the Fourth Epoch, or even the Third Epoch.
Klein's heart stirred as he continued looking at the Giant King's Court that wasn't far away.
"Dark Angel Sasrir sleeps in the Giant King's palace."
Amon stood side by side with him and looked in the same direction. Without any change in expression, he said,
"I know.
"I've entered the Giant King's Court and visited the tomb of Aurmir's parents."
Indeed … One of Klein's guesses had finally been confirmed.
He deliberated and said,
"What are you looking for answers to?"
"You can guess." Amon continued looking at the Giant King's Court as he said with a laugh.
If I had an idea, I wouldn't need to ask you … Klein thought for a few seconds.
"Some secrets of the First Epoch?"
"You can say that," Amon replied casually.
Klein hesitated for a moment before saying, "That's right.
"Aren't you curious about Dark Angel Sasrir's state?"
"Just curious." "But compared to me, there are many people who are more interested. My paranoid brother, The Hanging Man, the Dragon of Betrayal, as well as Evernight, Storm, and Pure White. I want to see who can't hold back first. Heh heh, if I can steal everything inside at the critical moment, their expressions will definitely be very interesting."
This train of thought … Did they create such a big thing just to cause trouble and gain some pleasure? Klein frowned slightly. He realized that Amon's view of the World was different from that of humans.
This is a natural Mythical Creature … It's completely different from humans … Eh, why can I frown on my own … Just as Klein came to a realization, he realized that something was missing in his body.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at Blasphemer Amon.
A twelve-ringed translucent Worm of Time appeared in Amon's hand as he looked into Klein's eyes with a smile.
"Since you're already in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, there's no need to worry about external interference. I'll give you a chance.
"Before we arrive at our real destination, I will no longer 'parasitize' you. You can use any method you can think of to escape, and I will do my best to stop you.
"Good luck. Don't let me down."
For a moment, Klein couldn't believe Amon's words. He suspected that Amon was lying to him.
But when he thought of Amon's performance all this while, he felt that this was something Amon could really do.
As his thoughts spun, Klein took a deep breath and replied solemnly under the orange light of dusk, "Alright."
…
Baekeland, where the Parliament was located.
Due to King George III's sudden self-destruction, all the nobles and members of parliament were not allowed to return to their homes. Instead, they were gathered here and received heavy protection from the three churches and the military.
Audrey, who was dressed in a pure black dress, stood behind the railing on the second floor, quietly watching the scene below.
As everything had happened too suddenly without any warning, although she had received a certain warning from The World Gehrman Sparrow, she still felt that it wasn't real enough. It was an especially illusory feeling.
She felt as though she had detached herself from reality and was watching a play.
Her father, brother, and the other nobles and members of parliament were gathered in different rooms. From time to time, one of them would walk out and quickly run to another discussion circle while covered in smoke and dressed like a gentleman.
The madams and ladies sat in the lounge. Most of them had yet to snap back to their senses. Their eyes were glazed over as they trembled slightly.
The staff of the Parliament and the military's middle and lower echelons were rushing back and forth, transmitting information from different places.
A guard in a red top and white trousers came in from outside and handed a stack of paper to the officer in charge of the hall. The officer glanced at it and immediately summoned his deputy, pointing at the small room where Earl Hall and company were. The deputy didn't ask anything as he took the information and jogged to his destination.
All of this happened in a very quiet environment. Only the sound of footsteps and faint murmurs echoed. It was like a realistic oil painting. The gorgeous decorations, dark colors, dim light, and the expressions on everyone's faces created an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
Audrey pursed her lips slightly and watched for a while. Her mood remained low, and she relied on Placate to maintain her calmness.
Why does Mr. World want to deal with the king …
The king's death will definitely bring about a deeper level of hatred …
Regardless of the king's actual Sequence, he has never shown it. This doesn't affect the kingdom's overall strength, but for such an incident to happen, it means one thing. The three Churches, the royal family, and the military are divided. The infighting is rather serious …
Rouen's upcoming situation will be extremely dangerous. The enemy definitely won't let go of this opportunity … As Audrey's thoughts churned, she saw a man in a black coat rush into the building where the Parliament was located.
He lowered his voice and communicated with the officer in charge of the hall.
As a veteran Spectator who could observe minute expressions and body movements, lip-reading was undoubtedly Audrey's forte. As she looked from afar, she deciphered the corresponding content.
"Intis has used the border dispute of the Hornacis mountain range as an excuse to gather a large number of troops there."
Audrey bit her lip gently as she felt that familiar sense of detachment. It was as though she was watching the contents of a novel play out in the real World.
…
The grayness in the sky seemed to thicken. No one spoke for a long time in the Moretti family's house.
Baansen stood behind the oriel window with a solemn expression. He looked at the passersby who were hurrying to and fro outside, his thoughts unknown.
Melissa sat on the sofa beside the coffee table with her head lowered. She looked at the simple machines she had built, as though she had turned into a statue.
"Phew, the situation has become even more chaotic." Baansen exhaled and touched his hairline. He turned his head and forced a smile. "Regardless, Baekeland is definitely safer than most places."
Melissa didn't raise her head as she spoke with an ethereal voice, "Klein found a good job, and our lives gradually improved.
In the end, an accident took him away … "We moved away from Tingen. You obtained the government job that you yearned for. I entered university and began walking on the right path. In the end, the war broke out …
"It wasn't easy for us to adapt to this environment. We prayed for the war to end quickly, but in the end, the king was blown up …"
"It wasn't easy for us to adapt to this environment. We prayed for the war to end quickly, but in the end, the king was blown up …"
At this point, Melissa slowly raised her head and looked at her brother with a confused gaze.
"Baansen, is it so difficult to obtain and maintain a better life than before?"
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