There was no need for anyone to introduce him. The four demigods present clearly recognized a fact:
The man sleeping on the iron-black throne, who was about the same height as the giant, was the left hand of God, the deputy of Heaven, Dark Angel Sasrir!
Among them, Lovia could clearly sense the pressure from an absolutely high-level figure. It was as though her prayers to the True Creator had received a response. It was an aura that could make one's thoughts turn chaotic, their soul plummet, and their body tremble.
Suddenly, she heard a burst of laughter as she turned her head to the side in confusion.
Klein bent his back slightly and laughed out loud.
"'He' is still sleeping. Should we wake 'Him' directly, or wait for 'Him' to wake up?
"If we choose to wake 'Him,' how should we greet him? Hey, Your Highness Dark Angel? Rose Redemption's leader? "
These two questions sounded absurd and arrogant, but they allowed Colin Iliad and Derrick to escape the influence of their environment and fall into deep thought.
Just now, they had instinctively considered the first question. It was rather important and related to what they should do next.
Colin Iliad thought for a moment and said, "Don't wake 'Him' for now.
"Don't wake him up for the time being. Try to get closer, look for clues, and collect information."
"That's my idea as well." Klein casually snapped his fingers with his left hand and was about to walk towards the iron-black throne.
At this moment, he was rather glad that he had finished off Shadow and restored his spirit. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to restrain his Virtual Persona. When he was simulating how to greet "Him," he nearly blurted out, "Hi, Little Sa."
Seeing that German Sparrow had already taken two steps forward, Lovia finally snapped back to her senses.
"I'll give it a try with the Grazed soul."
This was a relatively safer method that wouldn't endanger the exploration team.
Klein nodded, held his black cane, and turned his body to the side with a beaming smile.
A three to four-meter-tall phantom appeared in front of Lovia. On its head was a pair of goat horns covered in mysterious patterns. Its skin was dark and dull, filled with an evil vibe. It was a Devil.
Unlike the devils that Klein had seen before, there were signs of decay on the surface of its body, with yellowish-green pus hanging from it. It seemed to be mixed with the power of "corruption".
Just as Klein was casually sizing up the phantom, the demon spread open the huge bat-like wings on its back, causing the light blue flames on them to burn even more intensely and emit a strong smell of sulfur.
It strode forward, slowly approaching the iron-black throne and the steps prepared for the giants. It used its sense of danger to detect any possible changes.
While Colin Iliad, Klein, and the other demigods were paying attention to it, they also examined the details of the shadow palace. They discovered that behind the iron-black throne where Sasrir was sleeping, there was a pair of grayish-blue, dim doors that depicted the scene of dusk.
This might be the "door" that leads to the outside world … This thought flashed across the minds of the three City of Silver demigods, Colin Iliad, Derrick, and Lovia.
At this moment, the demonic figure that was halfway through its journey suddenly stopped. It was shrouded by a mass of intertwining silver-white lightning. With a crackling sound, it was torn apart and quickly faded.
A pillar of light entwined with holy flames fell from the sky, completely purifying the soul that belonged to the devil.
Lovia did not feel any pain from losing her grazing target. She just frowned and could not think of a better way to explore.
Klein looked around and said with an exaggerated smile, "That's right.
"As expected, you still have to rely on me."
As he spoke, he slowly walked forward and took out a box of matches from his pocket. Then, he lit them one by one and casually threw them around.
"I've always been a bit timid," after throwing half a box of matches, Klein turned around and explained with a smile.
Even Derrick Berg didn't quite believe this.
Then, under the illumination of the scarlet flames, Klein continued to walk towards the iron-black throne that might have once belonged to an ancient god.
When he came to the spot where the Devil's soul had been destroyed, his left palm suddenly tightened.
Klein looked down and saw that Creeping Hunger had returned to the state of a human-skinned glove. There was an exaggerated crack in his palm, and inside were two rows of illusory, white teeth.
This Sealed Artifact was attempting to tear at Klein's flesh and blood, devouring both his body and spirit.
Creeping Hunger had fallen!
"Tsk." Klein let out an obvious sigh as he glanced at the Staff of the Stars in his right hand. He confirmed that the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact that didn't have any living characteristics hadn't experienced any abnormalities.
He then raised his right hand and stuffed the other end of the Staff of the Stars into Creeping Hunger's mouth.
Creeping Hunger chewed a few times, but due to the suppression of its level, it finally calmed down.
After laughing twice, Klein took another step forward and advanced a few meters.
At this moment, the shadows that covered the walls, pillars, and floor tiles cracked open one after another, and brass eyes grew out one after another.
In front of Klein, who was being watched by countless eyes, a figure appeared.
He first appeared as a black-haired, brown-eyed, and cold-faced German Sparrow. Following that, he distorted into a black-haired, brown-eyed, ordinary facial features, and scholarly Klein Moretti. Then, he degenerated into a blurry phantom as a grayish-white fog emanated from his body.
At this moment, the figure that seemed to reveal all of Klein's secrets came to a halt.
Bang!
He exploded, turning into countless illusory fragments that fell to the ground and vanished.
Klein pricked up his brows and chuckled.
"The omniscient power that belongs to the Reader pathway?"
Just as he said that, the brass eyes that grew out of the shadows around him and the ground shook in unison. They let out an ethereal voice that seemed to come from ancient times:
"Sefirah Castle's Qi.
Sefirah Castle …
Sefirah Castle … Colin Iliad seemed to recall something as he came to a realization.
I have to possess a sefirah to get a response or approach Sasrir? So, The Hanging Man clearly has a City of Silver demigod believer, Lovia, but "He" still wants to force me into the palace to meet the Dark Angel? It wasn't easy for Klein to control his Virtual Persona's instincts.
Before he could think of what to say, the brass eyes hidden in the shadows spoke again.
"Your fate intersects with Amanises, Leodero, Adam, Amon, Herabergen, Aucuses, Medici, Ouroboros, and 'Him' …"
Colin Iliad, Derrick, and Lovia weren't unfamiliar with the true names the brass eyes had mentioned. They knew that the first one was the Evernight Goddess, followed by seven of the eight Kings of Angels. Furthermore, there was no lack of current Sequence 0 true gods. This left them a little stunned. They couldn't believe that German Sparrow would have a fate that intersected with so many high-level existences that exceeded Sequence 1.
Together with the sleeping Dark Angel, Mr. World has intersected with the eight Kings of Angels. How impressive … Derrick praised from the bottom of his heart.
Klein wasn't in the mood to tease his "Divine Exchange." With an obvious smile, he asked, "What's the matter?
"Him"? "
Klein believed that "He" was referring to the True Creator. After all, he still had the corrupting powers left behind by "Him."
The brass eyes on the shadow curtain fell silent for a few seconds before saying with an ethereal voice:
"'He' is another me …"
Is the True Creator really the other side of the ancient God of the Sun, the side that was born from the god's corpse, the side that's filled with hatred and resentment, the side that wields depravity? Klein gradually equated the gloomy, pitch-black infant sitting in the crack in the ancient God of the Sun's chest and abdomen with the True Creator. He also preliminarily confirmed that the one speaking to him was the psyche left behind by Dark Angel Sasrir.
He thought for a moment and couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curl up.
"Why did you establish Rose Redemption to assassinate the ancient God of the Sun?"
The information revealed in this question was something that Colin Iliad and Lovia had long understood and guessed. However, when they heard it with their own ears from German Sparrow, they still felt a sense of sorrow and confusion.
The shadow curtain that covered the walls, stone pillars, and floor tiles shook, but the sleeping Dark Angel remained motionless.
The brass eyes stared at Klein and said, "The God of the Sun was only my original honorific name.
"The Sun God was just my first honorific name. You should now call me the Lord who created everything, the omnipotent and omniscient God, or God."
"… I can tell that you've been leaning in that direction all this while." Klein finally laughed out loud before feeling a lingering fear. This was because he was mocking Heaven's deputy, the left hand of God, the King of Angels among Kings of Angels, as well as "His" true body.
In order to not give the other party any time to be angry, he quickly repeated the question from before:
"So, why did you betray yourself and establish Rose Redemption with the Evernight Goddess and 'Them' to assassinate yourself?"
The brass eyes fell silent again, and the curtain-like shadows that covered every part of the place swayed gently without stopping.
After a few seconds, the ethereal and illusory voice slowly said, "That's right.
"The Primordial One has awakened in my body …"
Upon hearing this answer, Klein's pupils dilated as he felt his hair stand on end and a chill run down his spine.
It was very close to one of his guesses, but it was even more terrifying.
At that moment, the shadows around him thickened, turning more eerie and gloomy, as though they were nurturing some kind of terrifying, unknown, and irresistible danger.
Although Colin Iliad, Lovia, and Derrick didn't quite understand the meaning behind Dark Angel Sasrir's words, they were still affected by the gloominess, fear, and horror in "His" words. They felt a bone-chilling hallucination as their bodies and minds trembled.
"The Primordial One has awakened in my body …"
This sentence echoed for a long time without calming down.
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