Upon seeing the middle-aged man dressed like a priest, Anderson was taken aback for a second before he felt a particular shackle in his mind shatter. Countless memory fragments broke through an invisible barrier and surged out, as though the emotions that had been repressed for a long time had finally erupted.
He remembered what had happened in the past two months, and he remembered the mission that the demigod had given him!
Back in Bayam, he had followed his thoughts and met up with the demigod. Then, he had followed him and left the Rorsted Archipelago, taking a boat to a secret location.
There, he saw the priest beside him. He had been arranged to enter an ancient coffin and lay in a liquid made of Beyonder ingredients and strange blood, allowing them to seep into him bit by bit.
After more than a month of corrosion, a crimson "chrysalis" had formed in his body. Then, his memories of this period of time had been "locked" and sent to West Balam. He had been planted with a psychological cue that he couldn't leave before he recovered his memories.
In other words, the mission that the demigod had given him hadn't been completed and was still in progress. Everything that had happened before was just preparation!
Scenes flashed by. Anderson found himself playing the harmonica on the streets, checking into a hotel with Dhaniz, seeking the Church of Knowledge's missionary to obtain a Language Proficiency charm, as well as coming to the Northern State. Throughout the entire process, this seemingly genial and simple-looking priest had been by his side.
When eating, he was sitting at the neighboring table. When checking into the hotel, he was sleeping in the neighboring room. When walking down the street, he was walking beside him. When playing the harmonica and performing a puppet show, he was looking at him warmly!
And Anderson didn't notice any of this. Dhaniz, who was beside him, and the people around him didn't notice anything. It was as though they had never seen the priest before!
A chill that came from the depths of his heart rose up from his tailbone and shot straight into Anderson's mind. It made him feel as though his recent experiences were enough to drive him mad and out of control.
Danitz, who had already distanced himself from Anderson, looked at Ince Zangwill, who was dressed in a black clergyman's robe, and then at the simple priest who was praying with his eyes closed. He hurriedly lowered his head and chanted softly in ancient Hermes, "That's right.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck …"
Many days ago, he had received a revelation from Mr. Fool. He was to pretend to be working, but he was actually hiding around Anderson. He was to immediately pray if anything abnormal happened.
Although he didn't know what would happen or who he would encounter, Dhaniz, who had always cherished his life, decided to do as he was told without any hesitation, even if the abnormalities that occurred were just him overthinking things!
For this, he deliberately wore a boxing glove made from the Beyonder characteristic left behind by Rosell. This was to ensure that he wouldn't waste any time in similar situations!
At that moment, Ince Zangwill's footsteps came to a halt. His eyes that were either dark blue or filled with blood vessels simultaneously reflected the priest in a simple white robe and silver cross pendant.
In his mind, an angry voice came out of his mouth.
"Adam!"
The son of the Creator, the King of Angels, Adam!
Before Ince Zangwill could finish his sentence, the priest opposite him opened his eyes. His light-colored pupils were dyed pure gold.
All of a sudden, pitch-black stone pillars rose up from the ground, forming a magnificent cathedral.
In this cathedral, every pillar, every arch, and every dome surface was embedded with the bones of different races. They were densely packed as they stared at Ince Zangwill with different eye sockets. They were clustered around a cross that was more than a hundred meters long.
In front of the cross, a blurry figure stood there, as though it was watching everything with pity.
This was a corpse cathedral, one that didn't appear sinister at all. Instead, it was filled with holiness!
On the walls, windows, and doors of the cathedral, transparent and distorted faces protruded. It was as if countless souls were sealed inside, preventing the Beyonders from sensing the existence of the spirit world and the astral world!
As for the square and the passersby from before, they were all gone. They had been ostracized outside the corpse cathedral that had suddenly appeared.
The classical quill in Ince Zangwill's hand had already flown up as it rapidly wrote on his black clergyman robe:
"Anderson Hood is a friend of the German Sparrow and has received the attention of Ouroboros. Due to certain unknown factors, it's logical for Ouroboros to descend here at this point in time!"
Just as the quill wrote the exclamation mark, beams of light shone in from the stained glass windows high above the corpse cathedral, transforming into pure illusory wings.
Beneath the wings, a figure with long silver hair appeared in a half-kneeling praying posture. Following that, "He" straightened "His" body.
"He" was dressed in a simple linen robe. "He" had a beautiful face and gentle facial features. He was none other than the King of Angels, Tail Devourer Ouroboros!
Ouroboros's indifferent eyes momentarily lost focus as they reflected the genial priest's image.
In "His" pupils, "His" feet, and the layers of wings of light on "His" back, transcendent and mysterious wheels appeared, converging into an illusory flowing river that connected its head and tail like a snake.
The corpse cathedral instantly returned to its pitch-black stone pillar that had just been erected. The surrounding square was faintly discernible.
Seizing this opportunity, Ouroboros was about to fly out. Ince Zangwill didn't hesitate to thicken the surrounding colors, stacking them together.
Just as this Nightwatcher was about to enter the spirit world, he suddenly saw a cross that was more than a hundred meters tall fall from above.
The cross was inserted heavily into the center of the incomplete corpse church, and the blurry figure carrying it raised its head closely after.
Endless light burst out, engulfing Ouroboros and Ince Zangwill, who was holding a quill in his hand.
The corpse cathedral filled with the bones of different races and countless distorted souls took form once again.
…
When he heard the stacked illusory pleas, Klein was in his hotel room, thinking about the trivial matters of daily life as he lampooned out of boredom.
He suddenly stood up, ran to the window, and looked at the square not far away.
In the square, coffins were coming and going, fountains were surging, and music was reverberating. Everything was normal, even a little leisurely. What was out of place was that Anderson was kneeling on one knee with a stiff expression. As for Dhaniz, he was trembling with his eyes closed as he prayed.
Klein didn't think too much about it. According to the plan he had made above the gray fog, he controlled Winner Enzo, who was more than a hundred meters away, to enter the telegraph office. He had ordered Dhaniz to stay near the telegraph office!
At the same time, he took out the adventurer's harmonica, brought it to his mouth, and blew into it.
Reinette Tinekerr, who was holding the four blonde, red-eyed heads, walked out of the void as her eight eyes turned towards the square.
"This is for Leonard Mitchell. He shouldn't have left the range of his previous senses." Klein took out a letter and a gold coin he had long prepared and handed them to Miss Messenger.
The way he spoke and did things was like a marionette. He only followed the predetermined orders. If he couldn't help but think of something, he would immediately Cogitate or divert his attention.
This was the method he had learned from Will Auceptin's sobbing to deal with 0-08 — place his thoughts above the gray fog, and in the real World, he would only act according to predetermined orders!
And during one of Dhaniz's prayers, Klein had used the "scene" to pay attention to Anderson, who was in the same region. He discovered that there was always a priest beside him that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.
Connecting the Psychological Alchemy and the secret relationship between the Twilight Hermit Order, as well as the contents of Rosell The Great's diary, Klein immediately came to a realization. He became certain of what he needed to do next.
The master of the Twilight Hermit Order, the son of the Creator, Angel of Imagination Adam, was trying to obtain 0-08!
This also meant that there was a high chance that Ince Zangwill would come with Anderson as his target!
Then, Klein revised his plan above the gray fog and pretended not to notice anything as he continued being a reality marionette.
One of Reinette Tinekerr's heads bit down on the letter as her eight eyes looked deeply at Klein for two seconds.
Klein nodded indiscernibly and didn't say a word as he watched Miss Messenger return to the spirit world.
Inside the Cookawa telegraph office, Winner Enzo handed the telegram, address, and Ferkin that he had long written to the staff and urged them to immediately send the report.
"West Balam, Northern State, Cookawa City. Ince Zangwill has appeared."
As the radio waves flew, the news was sent to the various strongholds of the Church of Evernight in West and East Balam.
…
East Balam.
"Why are you always active around the cathedral? Why don't you investigate further?" Daly casually asked Leonard.
Leonard thought for a moment and said frankly and solemnly, "Wait for the news."
"Wait for the news."
Daly nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask further.
She became silent and no longer made fun of Leonard. She seemed to be waiting as well.
Suddenly, Leonard's spiritual perception was triggered, and he looked to the left.
As the "gatekeeper," Daly had long since set her sights on that place.
A letter appeared out of nowhere and floated to the bottom of the gas lamp.
Leonard couldn't be bothered to avoid Daly. He quickly bent down to pick up the letter and quickly opened it.
The content of the letter was very simple. There was only one line of words:
"West Balam, Northern State, Cookawa City, Revival Square. Coordinates …"
Leonard's expression turned solemn. He turned to Daly and said,
"Madam, please help me cover my tracks."
As he spoke, the glove on his left hand turned transparent. His right hand reached into his pocket and held the Fate Siphon charm.
Daly was silent for a second and said very seriously,
"Bring me along.
"Back then, you at least fought, but I didn't have the time to do anything."
Leonard's expression changed as his mouth turned slightly agape. In the end, he didn't say a word as he grabbed Daly's shoulder.
The two of them then disappeared from the side of the street where few people passed by.
…
After watching Miss Messenger leave and confirming that at least one telegram had been sent, Klein immediately took four steps counterclockwise and went above the gray fog.
He directly sat on The Fool's high-back chair and beckoned for the Tyrant card, Sea God Scepter, and a silver-gray charm to fly over.
In an instant, he wore the papal tiara, donned the papal robe, and wielded the white bone scepter.
Amidst the silver bolts of lightning, Klein extended his spirituality towards the point of light corresponding to Dhaniz.
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