If that demigod creature hadn't automatically slammed into the Devil's Oil Painting, I would've had to summon Mr. World's Historical Void projection … Uh, I wonder if this counts as directly hiring a helper at the angel level … As Fors thought, she drank the potion.
To her, the potion was like ice water with an extremely low temperature that could freeze a person. Wherever it passed, all her senses vanished, leaving only her thoughts that had yet to freeze.
When a person was extremely cold, it was inevitable that they would hallucinate. In Fors's vision, a night sky instantly appeared. In the night sky, the dense, resplendent stars interweaved to form a dreamy river.
The surface of Fors's body reflected specks of starlight, which seemed to come from her body.
The specks of pure starlight formed an invisible connection with the different stars in the night sky. As the light flickered, they twisted and squirmed, burrowing out of Fors's body like worms, hoping to seek refuge in the Milky Way that seemed to be inlaid with fine diamonds.
They each carried a portion of their flesh and blood and some consciousness, like uncontrollable avatars.
Fors's thoughts quickly turned chaotic as she became confused. She almost couldn't control herself to resist the urge to separate.
At that moment, she sensed an illusory object.
It was a seal that she had completed using the Devil's Oil Painting. It had projected into the mysterious World that was produced by the potion, forming an abstract and blurry mark.
Fors didn't think. Based on her instincts, she extended a portion of her consciousness and spirituality over, entangling it with the abstract mark.
This mark wasn't compatible with her. It seemed to have a part that didn't belong to her, but it could barely fuse with her.
Suddenly, the abstract mark became rather clear in Fors's mind. It was a "door" that was layered with mysterious symbols.
This "door" hid Fors behind herself, isolating her from the surrounding cosmos.
At the same time, on the other side of the "door", the terrifying creature that was sealed seemed to have sensed the presence of its enemy. It used its divinity to crazily corrode the illusory "door", which happened to offset the influence of the starry sky on Fors.
This lasted for more than ten seconds. The night sky, which was flowing with the dazzling Milky Way, slowly faded away. That bit of starlight then returned to Fors' body and fused with her.
At this time, a deep darkness appeared in front of Fors. In the depths of the darkness was the never-ending storm and the occasional flash of lightning.
The next second, a familiar sound rang in Fors's ears. It pierced into her head like steel nails stirring her brain.
Fors' expression immediately contorted. If not for the fact that she had experienced similar things time and time again and had developed a certain level of resistance, as well as the fact that she possessed the status of a Saint, she would have most likely directly lost control by now.
Of course, "good luck" must have played a part in this.
She used a few seconds and relied on her meditation skills to finally calm down. She could hear what the voice was shouting.
It was asking for help!
It wasn't Jotun, nor was it Elvish or ancient Hermes, but a language that Fors had never come into contact with before. However, she could understand it the moment she heard it. She felt that it was the true source of many languages.
Mr. Door frantically shouts "help" every full moon. It's a disgrace among Kings of Angels … However, even if "He" is asking for help, it's still an unbearable horror for me … Fors lampooned inwardly as she considered whether she should pretend not to hear it and wait until she converged her spirituality and grasped the Beyonder powers of a Secrets Sorcerer before conversing with Mr. Door during the next full moon, or do it now.
Suddenly, the cries that came from the infinite distance stopped, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence.
After two to three seconds, an ethereal voice that could pierce through a Spirit Body entered Fors's mind:
"You used a Beyonder characteristic from the Abrahams."
This sentence was spoken in a straightforward manner without any ups and downs, but it made the blood vessels on Fors's forehead throb. Her eyes were filled with veins as her body glowed resplendently.
She almost lost control of herself.
"Who are you?" Fors composed herself and asked deliberately.
The voice, which seemed to be luring her to lose control step by step, laughed in a low voice.
"You can call me Mr. Door.
"You should be familiar with me."
This Fourth Epoch King of Angels directly pointed out that Fors had a certain connection with "Him" and could hear the full moon ravings.
… I'm going to write you down! Fors secretly gritted her teeth and asked, "What's the matter?
"Honorable Mr. Door, are you the ancestor of the House of Abraham, His Highness Bethel?"
The voice that passed through countless barriers returned to its previous indifference.
"Yes."
"Then, do you know that your request for help has caused the entire House of Abraham to be cursed for more than a thousand years? Basically, no one can become a Traveler or even a Scribe? They always lose control during their ascension or on the night of the full moon. " Fors felt that she couldn't talk to Mr. Door for too long; otherwise, her tendency to lose control would be irreversible. Hence, she directly raised the question that the Abrahams were most concerned about.
Mr. Door fell silent for two seconds.
"They no longer have Secrets Sorcerers or other demigods?"
"There are no more after the War of the Four Emperors, and the curse you brought made it impossible for them to become demigods. If you can stop calling for help for ten years, maybe a new demigod Abraham will be born, which will be more helpful to your escape." Fors sincerely gave her suggestion.
Mr. Door sighed.
"I've been banished to the eternal night, and I've been blocked by the never-ending storm. I have no way of knowing what's happening in the real World. I didn't expect that there's not a single demigod left in the House of Abraham."
Lying … The person who calmly made this evaluation wasn't Fors, but Klein, who was accommodating The Fool card, holding the Staff of the Stars, and sitting in Sefirah Castle, closely monitoring the crimson star.
He remembered that the Emperor had mentioned in his diary that Mr. Door had a certain level of understanding of reality. "He" seemed to be able to use the changes brought about by the full moon to see and hear the situation outside the seal.
After a sigh, Mr. Door continued, "That's right.
"Besides, the call for help during the full moon isn't something I can control."
"Why?" Fors blurted out in surprise.
Mr. Door said with an ethereal voice, "You're already a demigod.
"You're already a demigod, so you should know very well that the higher the Sequence, the greater the threat of madness.
"A normal angel, even if they can walk freely on the ground and do what they like without needing to engage in any additional battles, might gradually be affected by the Beyonder characteristic and become unlike themselves. They might even appear to be half-crazy. I'm a King of Angels who's been exiled and sealed for more than a thousand years, and I don't even have anyone to communicate with. The fact that I haven't gone completely crazy already means that I'm sufficiently powerful and lucky.
"Every time the full moon comes, my madness will be strengthened, making me unable to control it. All I can do is keep calling for help."
So that's how it is … If I were to be locked up like this, I might go crazy in a few months … Uh, if I can be provided with alcohol, newspapers, magazines, all kinds of books, and different delicacies, I can last a year, no, half a year … Fors nodded in enlightenment and asked perfunctorily,
"Is there anything I can do for you? How can the Abrahams remove the curse? "
Mr. Door fell silent for a few seconds.
"Set up a ritual to help me escape. That way, the curse will no longer exist.
"There are two types of rituals. One is to use a demigod from the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder pathway as a sacrifice … The second is to draw the blood of at least ninety-nine Beyonders from the House of Abraham and use it to draw such a symbol …"
"… I'll inform them," Fors immediately replied.
At the same time, she added inwardly, The prerequisite is to get Mr. Fool's permission.
Mr. Door smiled.
"His" voice became more and more ethereal and weak, as though it was returning to its original state with the end of Fors's advancement.
Two to three seconds later, Fors couldn't hear the voice that was slowly pushing her towards the path of losing control. The deep darkness and terrifying storm in front of her had similarly vanished.
However, before this scene completely faded away, Fors could vaguely see a vast land formed from dark red rocks. She saw an ancient building that resembled a pyramid standing there. Behind the building, she saw the darkness and stars twinkling. It was completely different from the starry sky she saw on the ground as an Astrologer.
However, before this scene completely faded away, Fors could vaguely see a vast land formed from dark red rocks. She saw an ancient building that resembled a pyramid standing there, and behind the building, she saw the darkness and twinkling stars. It was completely different from the starry sky she saw on the ground as an Astrologer.
What's this? Fors shook her head, controlled her divergent thoughts, and began to seriously rein in her spirituality.
After getting used to the state of a Secrets Sorcerer, she immediately assumed a praying posture and reported her experience to Mr. Fool without missing a single detail.
After doing this, Fors put away the Devil's oil painting and "Teleported" back to Pritz Harbor to meet her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, who was waiting in the warehouse.
Seeing that her student was safe and sound, Dorian heaved a sigh of relief and said with the demeanor of a believer,
"Thank you, Mr. Fool, for your blessings."
He had finally taught a Sequence 4 Secrets Sorcerer who didn't rebel.
As Mr. Fool hadn't responded, Fors didn't inform her teacher of her conversation with Mr. Door. She planned on waiting until after the next full moon.
She also smiled in a relaxed manner.
"Other than thanking Mr. Fool, I also have to thank you, Teacher."
…
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace.
Klein didn't have any doubts about Mr. Door's claim to be half-mad. He only felt that there might be more secrets hidden within. For example, why did Mr. Door keep luring Rosell The Great to go above the moon? That was a place occupied by an Outer God.
After some thought, he took out the Scarlet Lunar Corona and the Master Key from the fog of history. He planned on taking the initiative to create a full moon environment and listen to Mr. Door's shouts.
The effects of this combination had long been confirmed. Klein soon heard a voice that seemed to be able to pierce through his Spirit Body.
The content of the voice's shout was:
"Don't save me … Don't save me …"
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