On a mountain outside Bayam, a forest had lost all its vitality and was mostly buried by a collapsed rock wall.
A tall, burly, dark-blue-haired middle-aged man dressed in a Storm priest robe stood in midair, looking down with obvious anger in his eyes.
He was none other than the Cardinal of the Church of the Storm, the archbishop of the Rorsted Sea, a high-ranking deacon of the Mandated Punishers, Sea King Jaan Kottman.
At this moment, Kottman still had the scene of the battle in his mind, remembering the exit of every participant.
The angel from Rose School had used a certain method to transmit "His" power from afar. After "His" goal failed, "He" easily took away "His" heavily injured companions. No one was willing to let "Him" stay, except for the strange monster that appeared out of nowhere. Jaan Kottman remembered very clearly that when the angel retracted his arm, sparse white feathers had appeared on the pitch-black sticky surface. They grew out from the top of the skull, from the three-dimensional eyes, and from all sorts of unimaginable places. And all of this was because the angel from Rose School had dodged the glove with the True Creator's aura and used some strength to shatter a seemingly ordinary copper whistle.
After the strange and evil spirit world creature entangled the angel for a while, it retreated deep into the spirit world, preventing Jaan Kottman from chasing after it.
The Aurora Order saint who had opened the teleportation door didn't participate in the battle. After watching in puzzlement for a while, "He" picked up the glove with the True Creator's aura, and before the battle ended, "He" opened the "door" again and left.
The strange monster that came because of the copper whistle didn't have a fixed form. It was like a manifestation of death itself. "He" was like a fog that filled the surroundings, but "He" had many white feathers with pale yellow stains. "His" target was very clear — the angel from Rose School. After "He" escaped, "He" also disappeared from the scene, as though "He" was chasing "Him." But even so, Jaan Kottman, who had flown over from the city with a Sealed Artifact, still instinctively felt uncomfortable. It was as though he had suddenly advanced a long distance on his long journey towards death.
The only one without divinity had escaped from the area before Jaan Kottman arrived, and he could not be found.
However, Jaan Kottman recognized him.
An adventurer who could kill a Sequence 5 Desire Apostle had the right to have his ingredients placed on the Sea King's table!
Although this was one of the less important ones, Jaan Kottman, who had experienced the Seafarer Sequence, still remembered the corresponding content.
He looked at the cliff and the waves that kept crashing into the island. He whispered a name.
"German Sparrow!"
…
On a deserted island in an unknown sea region, Klein and Aztec's silhouettes quickly outlined themselves at the edge of the beach.
Klein was about to speak when the bronze-skinned Aztec's brown eyes suddenly turned deep, as if they were connected to a dead and dark World.
He grabbed at the air with his right hand, and the undeveloped white feathers all flew out, crumpled into a ball, and landed in his palm.
Aztec gently clenched his fist, and the strange feathers disappeared, as if they had become food for the dead World in his eyes.
"Mr. Aztec, this was brought about by the Charismatic Order copper whistle!" Klein first pointed out the facts before explaining in detail, "The situation was a little critical back then. In order to make the situation more chaotic, I blew the copper whistle and gave the corresponding feather to the messenger. Then, I felt as if the Underworld had descended. I didn't stay and quickly left the scene, but these feathers still grew out of my body. "
With gentle facial features, Aztec nodded slightly.
"I sensed it from afar.
"It shouldn't be a normal High-Sequence Beyonder. I suspect that it's a byproduct of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project."
Is that so … So I successfully held back the angel from Rose School? Klein thought, feeling a little lucky.
Aztec looked around and continued, "I still have things to do.
"I still have things that I need to do. This can help me awaken more memories.
"When all of this is over, I'll come to you again to retrieve the ring left behind by the ancient Death. My premonition tells me that it might allow me to go to the Berserk Sea or the Southern Continent.
"It's best if you go to large cities like Baekeland or Trier. In those places, the forces that Rose School can mobilize are very limited, and they don't dare to act recklessly. Of course, the best choice is the headquarters of the various Churches like Pasu Island, but that will bring about other dangers."
Aztec joked at the end, just like a normal Rouen gentleman. This life experience seemed to have left a deep impression on him. No matter how much of his memories he recovered, there were obvious traces left behind.
Under the condition of retaining his memories, a few decades doesn't have much of an effect on a thousand years. But starting from a state of forgetting everything, twenty to thirty years is enough to reshape a person … When Mr. Aztec completely recovers his memories, will his different life experiences result in the development of different personalities? What a profound question. I'll have to let Miss Justice think about it later and "consult" Psychological Alchemy … Amidst his thoughts, Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Mr. Aztec didn't delve into the conflict between him and Rose School.
He then asked, "Mr. Aztec, what do you know about the Mother Tree of Desire?"
Aztec shook his head.
"Before I saw the letter you sent, I didn't even know of 'Her' existence."
You don't know about the Mother Tree of Desire? Klein was taken aback as he asked, "What about the Chained God?
"What about the Chained God?"
Aztec shook his head again and sighed with a smile.
"In ancient times, 'She' or 'They' might have had another name."
That's right. Mr. Aztec began the cycle of losing and regaining his memories at the end of the Fourth Epoch. He had been "wandering" the Northern Continent, and Rose School was born in the Southern Continent at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch … Klein nodded and didn't ask further. As for Aztec, he still had matters to attend to. After exhorting him a little more, he brought him through the spirit world again and arrived at a certain spot on the Northern Continent's East Coast, where he left him by the sea.
Seeing that Mr. Aztec had left, Klein looked at the seawater that kept surging towards the shore for a few seconds. He wasn't in a rush to go to a nearby city. He found an uninhabited cave and set up a simple ritual to create a wall of spirituality. He sacrificed Creeping Hunger, Death Knell, Aztec's copper whistle, Ge Rosell's Travels, and the soil stained with Señor's blood above the gray fog.
Then, he took four steps counterclockwise and entered the mysterious space. He sat at The Fool's seat and took the metal bottle from before.
As it was stored above the gray fog, the remaining blood in the bottle hadn't coagulated. After putting on his gloves and stuffing his other items, Klein poured out a few drops and smeared them on the dark brown cover of Rosell's Travels.
Eh … Why didn't a new story begin after the addition of a new character and start all over again … Klein looked at the book that hadn't changed its name as he suddenly had a question.
Before he could think, the scene in front of him turned into a blur. It was as though countless transparent creatures were hidden around him.
Everything quickly became clear as Klein realized that he was sitting on a long wooden bench by the street.
This was where he had previously left.
Is this the saving and loading function? Klein joked inwardly as he took out the soil stained with Señor's blood. He broke off a tree branch and attempted divination.
Based on the results he obtained, he headed out of the city and entered a nearby forest. He found the unconscious Admiral of Blood by the side of a stream.
At this moment, only about ten minutes had passed since the battle!
The exaggerated wounds on Señor's neck and chest had clearly shrunk. It looked like he had recovered quite a bit. Such vitality was completely unlike that of a human's.
In another fifteen minutes or so, this Admiral of Blood would likely wake up. In another hour or two, he would regain his ability to move normally.
This is a Zombie, a Wraith!
You originally had the chance to be rescued by the angels and demigods from your organization, but your blood happened to splatter onto Rosell's Travels, making you a prisoner of this book. It gave me time to deal with you … Of course, this allowed you to avoid the damage from the demigod battle. You didn't die on the spot. I wonder if you're lucky or not … Klein mumbled as he observed. He held Death Knell tightly in one hand and reached for Señor's neck with the other, taking off the necklace made of pure silver.
The necklace had a pendant of the same color that resembled an ancient coin. The front and back were covered in mysterious patterns and symbols. There was also an inscription in ancient Hermes engraved on it:
"How lucky you are now will be how unlucky you will be in the future."
This is the mystical item that Admiral of Blood uses to enhance one's luck? What a pity. Even a demigod can't make me luckier, so it probably can't either … I'll sell it for money later, or I can ask Miss Messenger to see if I can use it to pay off my debt … Klein wasn't in a rush to put away the necklace as he placed it on a rock beside him.
He was afraid that there would be unknown negative effects that would affect his subsequent actions.
Then, Klein focused on controlling Admiral of Blood's Spirit Body Threads.
He wanted to create the first puppet he would use for a long period of time, so as to conclude the acting principles of a Marionettist.
And there was no puppet that was more convenient to carry around than a Wraith!
One second, two seconds, three seconds. In ten seconds, Klein completed his initial control.
Señor's spiritual intuition sensed danger as his body clearly struggled. However, due to his heavy injuries and sluggishness, he ultimately failed to wake up.
Time ticked by, and on the fourth minute, Klein heaved a sigh of relief without hiding it.
At this moment, Admiral of Blood Señor opened his eyes and stood up. He faced him and pressed his chest in a coordinated manner.
"Good morning, sir. Is there anything I can do for you?"
PS: First update. Thank you for the Silver Alliance's happy days ~
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