When he saw the picture through Wraith Señor's vision, Klein's heart suddenly sped up. The thumping sound was so intense that even he could hear it.
As a Seer who was good at deciphering revelations and symbols, he felt the blood in his body surge towards his head, making his head swell and feel dizzy, as though it was preventing him from thinking further.
But even so, there was an illusory voice that belonged to him echoing in his mind. It was filled with horror.
Th-that figure that had been dismembered and devoured should represent the ancient God of the Sun, the Lord that created everything, the omnipotent and omniscient God that the City of Silver believed in!
And the three evil figures surrounding "Him," I-I've seen them before!
In the underground ruins of Baekeland, in the place where terrifying evil spirits were sealed!
They existed in the form of statues, and they weren't as evil as the picture. They respectively represented:
The Eternal Blazing Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom!
Suddenly, Klein recalled a term he had once obtained. It was a term he had obtained from facing the Eternal Blazing Sun directly.
Pure White Angel!
This … It can't be … Could it be that the Eternal Blazing Sun was once an angel beside the ancient God of the Sun? Little Sun had previously mentioned that he had heard a Creator's ecclesiastic muttering in a confessional and prophetic tone in Afternoon Town. One of the lines was: The Kings frequently came to the palace belonging to the Twilight to plot … The Eternal Blazing Sun was originally called Pure White Angel, and he was also a King of Angels. He had also betrayed the Creator?
And "He" and the Lord of Storms, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, as well as the swarthy infant who represents an unknown existence, had reaped the greatest benefits and shared the corpse of the City of Silver's Creator … In the books of the various Churches, it is recorded that these three most ancient deities were formed from the original Creator's spirit … From a certain point of view, this seems to be a hint to the dark history?
If my guess is correct, then the Lord of Storms and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom should also be the Creator that the City of Silver believes in, the Kings of Angels beside the ancient Sun God. Perhaps "They" should be called the Angel of Wind and the Angel of Wisdom …
This way, the eight Kings of Angels are gathered. The Dark Angel, the White Angel, the Wind Angel, the Wisdom Angel, the Angel of Imagination, the Angel of Time, the Angel of Fate, and the Red Angel … From what Young Sun heard and the subsequent actions of these Kings of Angels, it seems that apart from the two sons of God, Amon and Adam, the other Kings of Angels have betrayed the Creator … Isn't this ancient Sun God a little too tragic … However, this painting might not be real. It might be a slander.
I wonder who the swarthy infant sitting in the belly of the ancient Sun God represents … I feel that the True Creator is very suspicious … Klein instantly thought of many things. The more he thought about it, the more he had the urge to turn around and leave, pretending that he had never seen the painting.
At this moment, the uncontrollable fear in his heart even made him have the illusion that the Eternal Blazing Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom were casting their gazes down from the astral world and watching him.
Who left this painting behind? Who knows so many secrets and is clearly on the side of the ancient Sun God? The other angels and saints who have always followed the City of Silver Creator and have always believed in "Him"? Cold sweat seeped out of Klein's back as his body trembled slightly.
Although Alger's observational skills weren't as good as Miss Justice's, he was still an experienced Beyonder. In an environment that required high vigilance and vigilance, it wasn't difficult for him to discover that something was wrong with the German Sparrow. It was slightly abnormal.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a suppressed voice.
Klein was suddenly jolted awake. As he made Wraith Señor look away, he pointed at the circular area without the sarcophagus.
"You'll understand once you take a look."
Will I lose control when I see a painting that can make Gehrman tremble? He didn't stop me and instead suggested that I take a look. It shouldn't be a problem. However, I can't eliminate the possibility that he has already lost his mind and is only pretending to be a normal person … Several thoughts flashed through Alger's mind instantly. Finally, he held the lantern and steadily walked forward towards the central area.
After seven or eight steps, he saw the dark painting clearly.
In just three to four seconds, Alger's hands — which were holding the dagger and lantern — began to tremble uncontrollably, as though he had contracted some sort of brain disease.
He had once seen the human statues of the six orthodox deities at The World Gehrman's place on the Tarot, so he naturally recognized the three figures who were gnawing on the arms, tearing out the hearts, and sucking out the brains. They were the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom!
Although he had once been disloyal to the Church under Zillinges's coercion, and although he had joined the Tarot and distanced himself from the Abyss of Storms, believed in Mr. Fool, and sought greater strength and authority, and although he had repeatedly betrayed the Church's intelligence and slacked off on certain matters, he ultimately felt that he could still be considered a believer of the Lord of Storms. It was just that he wasn't too devout or fanatical enough. And at that moment, he truly believed that he had committed a grave sin of blasphemy. He nearly dug out his own eyes out of fear.
Not directly committing suicide means that I've really become a false believer … Alger didn't dare to take another look. He turned around and looked at German Sparrow.
He asked with a trembling voice, "Those three are Kings of Angels?"
"I can't give you a definite answer. All I can tell you is that the Eternal Blazing Sun and the White Angel have a close relationship," Klein replied vaguely.
Indeed … Alger immediately felt that the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom were once Kings of Angels.
As for German Sparrow being unable to confirm the situation, he wasn't surprised. After all, he was only a Blessed, not Mr. Fool.
Alger was just about to speak when he suddenly heard a sharp screech.
It was as though someone was inside a sarcophagus, using their fingernails to scratch at the lid!
No, it's not as though. It's exactly like that!
Screech! Sizzle! Sizzle!
There were a total of three sarcophagi on the left and right, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing sound. Then, the heavy grayish-white coffin lids were either lifted or exploded. Three distorted figures stood up.
One of them was draped in an ancient white robe that was almost gray. Its face was filled with potholes, and its neck, forehead, and the back of its hand were covered in deep eyes. The one beside it had a huge palm with thick fingers that looked like they were carved out of wood. Its surface was covered in a layer of yellowish-green pus, and it emanated a fog of the same color that could corrode the sarcophagus.
The other one was wearing a tattered brown jacket and a triangular hat with a white skull on it. Many parts of its skin had completely rotted away, revealing its bones.
Beneath its clothes and pants, there were thick, slippery tentacles inlaid with fish scales. They naturally emitted a dignified, violent, and terrifying aura. This even made Klein feel like he was facing a High-Sequence Beyonder of the Storm pathway. However, its condition didn't seem to have reached such a level.
The three deceased who crawled out of the sarcophagus cast their gazes in the direction of German Sparrow and Alger. One of them was surrounded by a silver-white light as electric currents crackled. The other reflected their figures in countless eyes. The last one let the yellowish-green fog spread out, creating brown vines.
At the same time, heavy and hurried footsteps could be heard. It seemed that a six-winged gargoyle was rushing over.
Upon seeing this, Klein didn't panic at all. With Leymano's Travels in hand, he reached into his pocket and tore through the wall of spirituality. With two fingers, he took out Aztec's copper whistle.
Right on the heels of that, he flicked his wrist and threw the copper whistle to the other side of the hall. As expected, he saw the three deceased with terrifying auras turn around and run over like trained hounds.
Upon seeing this scene, Alger's eyes focused before he made a decision. He threw the lantern and ran for the door.
His experience told him that German Sparrow could deal with the three terrifying deceased at the same time. As for him, what he needed to do was hold back the six-winged gargoyle, preventing it from interfering with the crazy adventurer's battle.
Bang!
Just as Alger came to the door, he saw the tall stone door shatter into pieces. A six-winged gargoyle wielding a stone halberd that was seven to eight meters long slammed in.
He immediately drew a breath as his eyes burned with anger. His muscles swelled up, and with the help of the strong winds, he charged forward and brandished the short blade that swirled with silver lightning.
Bang!
He dodged the heavy stone halberd and cleaved at the gargoyle's abdomen with his fist and short blade.
Instantly, lightning flashed as stone fragments flew everywhere. Alger was sent flying backward, and the six-winged gargoyle's forward momentum was forcefully interrupted.
Pfft! Alger slammed heavily to the ground. As he had created an air cushion in time, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.
And at this moment, the three deceased had gathered together and were vying for Aztec's copper whistle.
Klein looked at them as he calmly flipped open Leymano's Travels, allowing the upward-facing side to stop on the charred yellow paper with complicated patterns and symbols.
This was a demigod-level power that he had recently recorded — Lightning Storm!
Then, Klein extended a finger from his Death Knell-wielding palm and easily slid across the page of the notebook.
At the same time, he looked at the three mutated deceased who were vying for Aztec's copper whistle and greeted them in a deep voice.
"Bye bye."
Amidst the sizzling sounds, bolts of silver lightning leaped out of thin air. They intertwined and transformed into a storm that enveloped the area where Azik's copper whistle was, as well as the three deceased who had mutated.
The entire tomb was instantly illuminated as though it was daytime. It made Alger nearly unable to open his eyes as he instinctively trembled from the violent and terrifying aura.
With the help of the wind, he bounced up with the storm forming in his eyes and charged at the six-winged gargoyle that was attempting to attack German Sparrow.
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