City of Silver, top of the spire.
Derrick Berg waited for quite a while, but Mr. Fool didn't respond.
This caused him to panic. He didn't understand what this meant, nor did he know how to deal with it.
Mr. Fool is in a state where he can't respond to prayers? Hmm, two days ago, we were informed that the gathering next week was canceled. This should be a sign … Remembering what had happened before, Derrick forced himself to calm the anxiety and nervousness in his heart.
He couldn't be blamed for having such a huge reaction, because a similar situation was recorded in the textbooks of the City of Silver.
One day, the Creator, who normally responded to his believers, suddenly stopped responding and abandoned this land!
After a few seconds of silence, Derrick stood up and returned to the Chief's room.
"We still need to wait for a few more days."
"Wait?" Colin repeated the keyword and frowned slightly.
In his eyes, this was an unusual matter, and it seemed to symbolize a bad development.
He resisted the urge to scratch the back of his head and nodded with some difficulty.
"Yes."
The grizzled Colin Iliad stared at him for a few seconds and slowly nodded.
"Alright, you can go back first."
…
City of Silver, East Borough, in a two-bedroom rental apartment.
Fors, who was wrapped in thick clothes, paced back and forth around the warm stove, her face full of doubt.
Finally, she turned her head and looked at Xio.
"Why hasn't Mr. World replied to me?"
"Maybe he's caught up in something." Xio gave the reason she had long thought of. "Perhaps it's inconvenient for Mr. Fool to convey your prayers at the moment, so he's put the gathering on hold."
Fors nodded thoughtfully.
"Mr. Fool informed us that the gathering will be suspended next week. It's temporary and was only decided in the middle of the week. Is this related to George III?"
Thinking back to Mr. World's constant investigations, Xio tersely acknowledged and said, "Yes.
"Very likely."
…
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, within the deathly silent city.
Amon, who was wearing a classic black robe, led Klein into a relatively intact church.
The stone pillars here were tilted, and a few of them were broken. Dark red weeds grew out from the gaps at the top, entangling the bird reliefs.
With the leather lantern in hand, Klein surveyed the area and confirmed that the residents of the city hadn't really died. There were still a small number of survivors. It was unknown what method they had used to transform into monsters from the depths of the darkness. They were avoiding the dim yellow light and surrounding the cathedral in places where they couldn't be seen. They wanted to attack Klein and Amon, two seemingly normal humans.
The reason why Klein was able to confirm that the monsters were originally residents of this city was because their Spirit Body Threads had a certain degree of abnormality. They were either grayish-white, distorted, or partially stuck together. They were completely different from the monsters in other places, and the feeling they gave off was closer to the corpses inside the sarcophagus.
I wonder what kind of despair and breakdown made the remaining humans choose such a path … Perhaps the deepest despair is not seeing hope every day. Furthermore, the situation around me is worsening … Klein sighed as he adjusted his state of mind.
He was experiencing repeated instances of hope and despair.
Wearing a monocle, Amon walked at the edge of the light and went all the way to the deepest part of the cathedral.
As Klein approached, he saw a door covered in a faint white glow.
"This city is actually split into two parts — light and dark. They used certain powers of the Apprentice pathway to hide a portion of the area. One can only enter through a specific 'door.'" Amon raised his hand and pointed ahead.
The powers of a Secrets Sorcerer? Klein nodded in enlightenment, indicating that he had a rough idea of what was going on.
Amon then said, "Behind this door is the dark side of this city.
"Behind this door is the dark side of this city, and I can use it to connect to similar areas further away, directly arriving there, and shorten our journey."
As expected of the embodiment of a loophole … Klein looked at Amon as he stretched out his left hand and pressed down on the door formed from a faint white glow.
The light began to ripple as it rapidly spread out in all directions. It became more and more intense.
At this moment, a deformed monster that was hiding in the darkness and spying on the cathedral suddenly trembled and became Klein's marionette.
Twenty to thirty seconds ago, Klein had already completed his initial control over it and deepened his influence. However, it was only now that he had completely transformed it.
Right on the heels of that, Klein and the marionette reached out their hands at the same time. Taking advantage of the opportunity when Amon changed the direction of the "door," they each grabbed an item.
In Klein's hand was the Scarlet Lunar Corona, which was shaped like a full moon and embedded with a crimson gem. In the marionette's palm was the ancient brass Master Key!
At the same time, they opened their mouths and let out a bang. They used Air Cannons to push the Scarlet Lunar Corona and Master Key towards Amon, towards the faint white door.
The combination of these two items allowed people to hear Mr. Door's cries for help. In other words, it allowed Mr. Door's powers to infiltrate the real World to a limited extent.
And this was the controller of all the "doors." He was one of the existences that didn't wish to see Amon become an "error" and control Sefirah Castle!
Klein didn't have any extravagant hopes that Mr. Door, who was in a sealed state, could really harm Amon. He only hoped that he could use this opportunity to interfere with the Angel of Time and create enough time for him to make other preparations.
Of course, if Mr. Door could cause an anomaly in the door and expand or distort the loophole created by Amon, affecting the Marauder pathway's King of Angels and sending him far away, Klein would definitely sincerely thank Mr. Door for a week.
After the previous attempts, Klein realized what his greatest disadvantage was. It wasn't that he was one Sequence lower or that there was a fundamental difference in their levels, but that he had lost the initiative and was unable to make proper preparations. Every time he began preparing, he would be interrupted or destroyed by Amon.
To a senior Magician, an unprepared performance was often synonymous with failure.
If Klein could make preparations ahead of time and quietly summon the Historical Void projections of Mr. Aztec, Reinette Tinekerr, and Snake of Fate Will Auceptin, he would definitely be able to create a very good opportunity to escape even if he couldn't finish off Amon's avatar at the Sequence 2 level.
At this moment, the Scarlet Lunar Corona that emitted a tranquil glow and the Master Key that looked simple and unadorned arrived at the door of light.
The faint white light that formed the illusory door distorted and devoured the two items. It was dyed crimson as it collapsed into a vortex.
The vortex seemed bottomless, like a huge eye.
Amon, who was about to turn around, paused slightly when he was stared at by the eye, as though he had heard an old friend's shout.
However, such a pause instantly vanished as though it had never appeared.
As Amon's gaze shifted to Klein, he instantly lost six Beyonder powers.
This included controlling Spirit Body Threads, summoning Historical Void projections, Paper Figurine Substitutes, Flame Control, Underwater Breathing, and Bone Softening.
Of course, the marionettes losing these six Beyonder powers didn't affect Klein's subsequent actions.
That indiscernible pause had allowed Klein to switch places with his marionettes in time!
He had already arrived in the depths of the darkness outside the cathedral. The deformed monsters around him trembled and became his marionettes.
Against targets that weren't even at Sequence 5, it only took Klein two to three seconds to turn them into marionettes. And when he summoned the Scarlet Lunar Corona, he had already begun doing something similar.
As Klein enjoyed the darkness without any qualms, attempting to transform into a concealed state or successfully commit suicide, he reached out with his marionettes and grabbed at the fog formed by the intertwining history.
This time, he split his marionettes into three groups. He summoned Reinette Tinekerr, Mr. Aztec, and Snake of Fate Will Auceptin respectively. He didn't want it to be stolen by Amon after he succeeded with great difficulty. Under such arrangements, he might have one or two left.
Of course, the premise was that Amon wasn't able to steal multiple Historical Void projections at once.
This point needed to be confirmed by Klein.
Klein's true body retracted his hand without grabbing anything.
The marionettes who summoned the Snake of Fate all failed. However, two of the Scholars of Yore who summoned the Death Consul and Reinette Tinekerr had their arms tense up slightly.
Klein was delighted as he suddenly felt that this attempt might be able to turn into a true escape.
At this moment, the crystal monocle Amon was wearing emitted a blazing, turbulent, and terrifying light.
The entire city, as well as the surrounding river valleys, hills, and wilderness, were filled with pure, scorching sunlight. After bidding farewell to this place for thousands of years, "Daytime" had descended once again.
Amon had returned the "Daytime" he had stolen from the ruins of the battle of the gods!
In such a "Daytime," not only did Klein's body feel like it was about to melt, but his ears also reverberated with the familiar and crazy ravings. They were like steel needles stabbing into every Worm of Spirit.
This made his mind feel an immense pain as the successful summoning of his marionettes failed.
The "Daytime" in the ruins of the battle of the gods contained the ravings of the True Creator!
The deformed monsters that were hiding in the depths of the darkness, which were also the few survivors of the city, seemed to temporarily regain their rationality. They stared at the "Daytime" in a daze and couldn't help but narrow their eyes.
Then, they crazily charged towards the source of the "Daytime" and melted into ashes one after another.
In the City of Silver's Afternoon Town camp far away from here, the guards on the stronghold discovered that a brilliance that was different from lightning had appeared in the northeast horizon. It was like the scene of the legendary Sun about to rise.
This scene only lasted for a few seconds before it shattered, and the horizon returned to darkness.
Just as Klein recovered from his ravings, he saw Amon in a pointed hat standing in front of him.
The Angel of Time stroked his monocle and smiled.
"Well done."
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