They won't give blessings … Derrick was a little confused by this answer and couldn't quite understand it.
At the Afternoon Town camp, when he handed the Silver Knight potion formula to Chief Colin Iliad, the other party had praised him for his great contribution. He believed that the upper limit of the City of Silver would no longer be Sequence 4. Furthermore, his words didn't reveal any intention of seeking external blessings.
Therefore, Derrick had always believed that the Chief could use two god-level Sealed Artifacts to complete the Silver Knight advancement ritual by himself. He couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Back then, the Chief didn't know that the two god-level Sealed Artifacts wouldn't give blessings. Only when he returned to the City of Silver did he realize this problem? Derrick subconsciously made a guess and didn't ask further. He nodded heavily and said, "Alright.
I'll work hard to help you seek the blessings of a deity. "
Demon Hunter Colin exhaled silently and pointed at the door.
"There's no one in the room opposite."
Derrick then turned around, passed through the door, passed through the corridor, and entered the half-open room.
Then, he found a spot to sit down and recited softly:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck …"
Inside Sefirah Castle, hidden in the gray fog, the crimson star representing Sun rapidly expanded and shrank. It constantly repeated this process, producing rings of light that contained prayers.
And not far away, the crimson star representing the Magicians remained in a similar state due to The Fool's lack of response. The halos, ripples, and tremors created by the two gradually intertwined and overlapped, becoming more and more intense.
Under the illumination of the bolts of lightning, Klein, who was walking through the valley with a leather lantern in hand, suddenly felt the illusory pleas become noisier, more chaotic, and louder.
However, Klein realized that he could hear it a little clearer. Not only could he tell that the pleas came from a woman and a man, but he could also vaguely grasp the content: The woman seemed to mention "World" and "Baekeland," while the man used Jotun, and the keyword seemed to be a ritual.
Ritual, Jotun … This is Little Sun's side … Uh, that Chief wishes to receive Mr. Fool's blessings? Mr. Fool also wants to give his blessings now … The woman might be Miss Magicians, but I can't rule out Miss Justice … Klein twitched the corners of his mouth awkwardly as he turned to look at Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat and a monocle.
Can I go to Sefirah Castle to respond to the prayers?
"What do you think?" Amon was startled for a moment before he asked in amusement.
"Since you want to play such a game, why not make it more exciting?" In fact, Klein didn't have any hope for the request. This was because as long as he could return to Sefirah Castle, he could use the power there to escape his predicament. This was equivalent to getting Amon to release him.
The reason why he brought this up was because he wanted to start the next topic.
Amon nudged the crystal monocle with his knuckles and chuckled.
"As the God of Mischief, I've lived since the Third Epoch. I think you know very well what that means.
"Yes, what do you want to ask?"
… This is an accurate grasp of my state of mind and thoughts … Klein sighed inwardly and asked, "What's going on?
"Why did you 'Parasitize' the City of Silver's exploration team back then, and why did you patiently stay in the dungeon for decades?"
Amon nodded and replied in a relaxed manner.
"Back then, I had a premonition that I would obtain extremely important information in the City of Silver. Now, this prophecy has come true, right, Mr. Fool?"
… He did all those things just to wait for Tarot to wait for me? From the looks of it, this Marauder pathway's King of Angels can see the disturbances caused by Sefirah Castle to a certain extent … Klein never expected the answer to be this, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.
After about ten seconds, he sighed and said, "That's right.
"You're really patient."
A King of Angels who liked to play pranks was actually able to hide in a dark dungeon that had no fun for decades.
"This has nothing to do with patience. It didn't take me too much time," Amon replied casually.
… I'm still used to using human standards to measure deities. To Amon, who was born a complete Mythical Creature, a few decades is nothing. "His" true age might even exceed three thousand years … Klein adjusted his understanding and asked again, "The City of Silver should be one of the few places that still believes in your father.
"The City of Silver should be one of the few places that still believes in your father. Wasn't what you did to that expedition team too much?"
This question didn't seem necessary, but Klein believed that it would help him understand Amon's views and style of doing things. He wanted to see if there was anything he could use.
Amon turned his head and glanced at him with his monocle-wearing right eye. He smiled nonchalantly.
"If it wasn't for them still believing in my father, the City of Silver would already be a ruin.
"Heh heh, according to my observations, they're hiding quite a big secret. As for what it is, I haven't had the time to pry because of The Hanging Man and your gaze."
… He's really a natural Mythical Creature. The deaths of a few humans are probably equivalent to stepping on a few ants to "Him." He wouldn't take it to heart at all … The City of Silver actually hides a secret that even Amon feels isn't trivial … What could it be? Klein thoughtfully changed the topic.
"Was Dark Angel Sasrir really created by your father using one of his ribs?"
This was something Klein had wanted to ask along the way, but he hadn't found a chance to do so.
The smile on Amon's face dimmed significantly as he looked into the deep darkness ahead of him.
"Yes, 'He' separated a portion of 'His' characteristics from the corresponding negative personality, and used 'His' rib as material to create Dark Angel Sasrir.
"If not for that, how could an arrogant fellow like Medici submit to the so-called Left Hand of God, the deputy of Heaven?
"If not for Sasrir's betrayal, involvement, and influence, even if Evernight, Earth, the God of Combat, and the other Kings of Angels joined forces, it would be impossible for my father to perish."
Indeed … Dark Angel Sasrir is the most important point … It's no wonder the Goddess tried to bewitch "Him" from the beginning … Who would have thought that "He" would betray "Himself"? Klein's guess about the battle of gods had received a preliminary confirmation. He felt that the Scholar of Yore potion had been digested a little more.
He deliberately hesitated for a moment before raising a guess:
"Could your father have foreseen such a development? Dark Angel Sasrir is also a key part of 'His' resurrection? "
Amon suddenly laughed.
"You're asking so many questions because you want to further digest the Scholar of Yore potion, right?"
"…" Klein pretended to break out into a cold sweat as he quickly adjusted his state of mind.
"I'm just curious. What are you searching for and pursuing in the Forsaken Land of the Gods? There aren't any Marauder pathway Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics or Sefirah Castle that you lack?
"Attempting to resurrect your father?"
Amon maintained the smile on his face and looked ahead.
"Yes and no.
"That paranoid brother of mine is already very close to resurrecting my father. He probably doesn't need my help anymore."
Adam really wants to resurrect the ancient god of the Sun? I thought "He" was purely trying to achieve Sequence 0 … Klein didn't hide the name of the Twilight Hermit Order's leader.
He was even looking forward to Adam beating up "His" brother.
Of course, beating up wasn't in line with the style of a King of Angels of the Spectator pathway.
"There's no need to say 'His' name. 'He' doesn't care about my matters, and I won't care about 'His' matters either. I don't call 'Him' Adam purely because I feel that the nickname 'Paranoid' suits' Him. 'I have to say that Medici is very talented at coming up with nicknames. Also, even if I say' His' name, 'He' won't be able to hear it if I don't want 'Him' to hear it." At this moment, Amon, who was wearing a pointed hat, exposed Klein's thoughts with a smile.
Following that, Klein didn't mention the Dark Angel again, because Amon clearly wouldn't answer.
Before long, the man and angel walked out of the river valley and saw a dead city.
Most of the buildings in the city had collapsed, and the rest had pointed tops, as though they were a tower that led to heaven.
There were dark red vine-like plants growing on their surface, bearing fruits that were unknown whether they could be eaten or not.
After entering the city, Klein discovered that there was a sarcophagus in front of every house. Inside lay either white bones or rotting corpses.
What they had in common was that they were extremely deformed. Some had four legs, some had a crack in the middle of their eyebrows, some lacked skin, revealing flesh and blood. Some had arms wrapped around their necks like tails.
"This was originally a city that believed in the phoenix. Later, it converted to my father, but it retained some customs related to death." Wearing a monocle, Amon looked around casually. "After the Cataclysm, they were left in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. There were no edible, normal plants around, so they could only feed on the contaminated monsters. Generation after generation, all of them developed physical abnormalities and mental disorders. Then, they were completely destroyed."
The Cataclysm brought about by the Goddess's assassination of the City of Silver's Creator is really a calamity for civilization … Before that, this land had elven civilizations, giant civilizations, phoenix civilizations, and so on. After that, there were only some traces left … Klein thought of the city that had been engulfed by the land and sighed.
In history books and in mysticism, that period of history was called the Great Cataclysm. It was indeed very appropriate.
He thought for a moment and said,
"Why do we have to enter this city instead of going around it?"
Amon smiled.
In the Second Epoch, apart from controlling the Death pathway, Phoenix Ancestor also occupied a portion of the Apprentice pathway. Some of the arrangements here can become loopholes that I can use to shorten our journey to our final destination.
Klein's expression darkened.
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