Although Klein had only been in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for less than a week, he had already gained a sufficient understanding of this place through little Sun. He knew that ordinary humans, and even Saints, had to use flames to create light in the darkness. Otherwise, it was very easy for them to be attacked by dangerous monsters hidden in the depths of the darkness, or be devoured by the darkness and disappear without a trace, never to be found again.
At this moment, the elderly clergyman did not carry an animal hide lantern. He passed through the mist in the darkness and slowly entered the church that was illuminated by the dim yellow light of the lantern.
If it wasn't for his deep and calm eyes, without a trace of madness, Klein's first reaction would definitely be that he had encountered a special monster.
Of course, this state of being like a normal person and being immersed in darkness were so contradictory that any creature with a standard level of intelligence could easily conclude that the newcomer might be even more terrifying than special monsters.
Klein had only seen one person who could walk through the darkness without being affected and had sufficient intelligence and spirituality.
"Blasphemer Amon!
Sensing that the dim yellow light had already shone on his face, the tall old man in a dark black clergy robe with his back slightly arched stopped in his tracks. He looked at Klein beside the demonic wolf statue and asked in a hoarse voice,
"Where did the master of this city go?"
Klein was the kind of person who would try his best to resolve problems peacefully if he could avoid fighting with strangers. As he raised his guard, he calmly replied,
"I just entered this city. I don't know where its owner went."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire church suddenly dimmed. A thin mist surged in from the outside like a tide and drowned the inside.
The lantern in Klein's hand could no longer illuminate the windows and the door. It was dark outside, and nothing could be seen.
In the blink of an eye, the church that worshipped the demonic wolf statue seemed to have been isolated from Nois City. Its location was unknown.
Klein's pupils dilated slightly. He looked at the white-haired clergyman and asked in a deep voice,
"Who are you?"
The stooped clergyman replied in a condescending manner, "I'm afraid I'll have to go.
"I am the attendant of the Lord God's throne, the Angel of the Holy Word, Steph. I walk the land of the past on behalf of the Lord, searching for the blasphemer hidden in the darkness."
As he spoke, the old man's figure swelled to four meters tall, and dark illusory feathers appeared behind him. They intertwined and weaved into four pairs of deep but sacred wings.
Angel of the Holy Word, Steph … An attendant beside the Chief God's throne … A land of the past … This is a Blessed of the True Creator, a subordinate of the Angel of Fate, and a member of Rose Redemption? It's no wonder he can travel in the darkness. It's because he has the protection of the power of Corruption … That evil god is still searching for the Beyonder characteristic of an Attendant of Mysteries? Klein had no choice but to raise his head and stare at Steffen, who was still wearing the black robe of a clergyman but had four pairs of angel wings on his back. Even in his angel form, this supreme being still had obvious wrinkles, his hair was white, and there were many contradictions all over his body.
Klein pretended that he had never been enemies with the Aurora Order.
"That blasphemer has long since escaped. I am also looking for him."
Angel of the Holy Word, Steph, stared at Klein for two seconds and asked in a deep voice:
"Who are you?"
That's not something I can say directly … Klein sighed with a smile.
"I'm a lonely traveler."
After he gave this answer, he suddenly felt an extreme darkness arise in his body and sink downwards, fusing with the shadows created by the lantern's light.
The pitch-black figure then distorted and "came to life," stretching into another German Sparrow, a German Sparrow with sinister eyes and a lonely bearing.
This … Klein's pupils constricted as he didn't hesitate to reach out his right hand to the side and grab at the air.
At this point, if he hadn't guessed that Steph was using his "answer," then he could join the Aurora Order and believe in the True Creator.
At this moment, he already knew what a Angel of the Holy Word was.
This was clearly an Angel of Evil Word!
Using the other party's answer, one could intercept a portion of it or amplify the ambiguity to create a spiritual-speaking effect!
When Klein said that he didn't know where the owner of the city had gone, Steph intercepted "I don't know where I went," making Klein trap himself and isolate himself from the outside world.
When the angel revealed "His" identity, every word raised "His" level and strength.
When Klein answered "Who" he was, "He" used this opportunity to separate out a lonely traveler.
From the moment he appeared in Nois City, the black-robed Steph carried a strong sense of malice!
And just as Klein attempted to summon a certain image from the Historical Void, the sinister German Sparrow seemed to be telepathically connected to him. "He" also grabbed the same projection, and the two canceled each other out.
Seeing that the Scholar of Yore's powers had been restrained, Klein's eyes narrowed. Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and recited a word in Jotun.
But in the next second, the word was stolen.
At some point in time, a head covered in blood had grown out of the hunched four-meter-tall Angel of the Holy Word, Steph's left shoulder. It was very similar to "His" original appearance, but it was much younger. It seemed to be in his forties.
Around the head were two skinless, mangled arms. They "Grazed" different souls and used Beyonder powers to steal thoughts and thoughts.
At the same time, a bloody head grew out of Steph's right shoulder. It looked like he was only twenty years old.
Of the three heads, one Grazed souls and stole Klein's thoughts. The other coldly stared at the target, deepening the Lonely Traveler's self-awareness.
The last mouth opened and closed, "You're lying!
"You're the blasphemer who destroyed the descent ritual of the son of god and interfered with the Lord's descent into this world twice!
"You're one of the targets I'm looking for!"
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he calmly said a word in Jotun:
"Leodero!"
This was the true name of the Lord of Storms!
The reason why Klein's thoughts weren't stolen was because he had lined up the things he needed to do next. The lines were all the same, so the theft of the first part didn't affect his subsequent thoughts.
This was a valuable experience he had gained from his confrontation with Amon.
Of course, if he were to encounter Amon again, Klein suspected that such a method might not work. Once the God of Mischief was prepared, he would definitely come up with new tricks.
Just as Klein said that, the Angel of the Holy Word, Steph's eyes shone with dazzling bolts of silver lightning.
They covered the entire ancient city of Nois, piercing through the darkness that enveloped the cathedral. They tore apart all the depravity, secrecy, darkness, impurity, and evil.
Inside, Klein and the sinister German Sparrow were at the core of the lightning storm. They didn't even grunt before they dissipated.
Then, the silver, twisted, and terrifying bolts of lightning engulfed the surrounding area, the demonic wolf statue, and the Angel of the Holy Word, Steph.
Amidst a dull boom, Nois City completely collapsed, turning into true ruins.
Across the dry riverbed, Klein's historical projection quickly turned incorporeal as his true body returned to the real World.
Right on the heels of that, Klein used Flaming Jump to open up a distance from the Nois ruins. During this process, he pulled out paper figurines a few times and shook them into "angels" to remove any traces.
The desolate plains returned to silence once again. After an unknown period of time, the ruins of the cathedral trembled. Steph shook off the dust and rocks and slowly stood up.
"His" white hair had thinned a little, and "His" black clergyman robe had become tattered.
This Angel of the Holy Word silently left Nois City, identified his direction, and walked into the depths of the darkness.
Half a day later, a figure approached the city ruins from another direction. It was none other than Klein, who had circled around from afar.
He hadn't had the time to investigate Nois City, and now, he was returning, hoping to find clues to the true whereabouts of the original existence.
Rather far away, Klein repeated the process of entering the world above the gray fog to investigate, summoning the historical projection, hiding in the ancient fragment, and using the historical projection to summon the historical projection again.
After completing the preparations, he once again stepped into Nois City, and in absolute silence, he returned to the cathedral from before.
Along the way, the corpses that had fallen to the ground had either been reduced to ashes or were charred. It had completely lost the sense of horror and bizarreness.
That fellow named Steph isn't dead … From the looks of it, the remnant divine powers of storm here can only injure an angel … Klein stopped in front of the opened cathedral ruins and muttered to himself regretfully.
Of course, he only felt a little regretful. He didn't have any extravagant hopes of finishing off an angel so easily.
As he swept his gaze, Klein saw a few fragments of the demonic wolf statue.
They were dark black on the surface and dark red on the inside. They didn't look like common stone.
To be used by the Dark Demonic Wolf to carve its statue, these stones are definitely not simple. Furthermore, they don't look like they're from nearby areas … Perhaps I can find out where the Dark Demonic Wolf hid before coming to Nois City by investigating their origins … As a Miracle Invoker, or even an Attendant of Mysteries, the Dark Demonic Wolf must be good at eliminating traces. It's very difficult to directly track "His" whereabouts, but if I can find most of "His" hiding spots, I can pry into "His" habits and style …
By grasping a person's past, I can predict their future! Klein took two steps forward in thought, bent down, and attempted to pick up a fragment of the statue.
At that moment, a charred hand suddenly reached out and blocked his fingers.
From the corner of his eye, Klein saw a charred corpse standing up at some point in time!
The charred corpse held a crystal monocle in its other hand and wore it over its left eye.
Amon! Left eye … Klein's heart tightened before he felt a strong sense of doubt and suspicion.
In the next second, the charred corpse smiled and said, "Sorry.
I wore it in the wrong place. "
As it spoke, it took off the monocle and moved it to its right eye.
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