Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 679 All-out Attack
The God-forsaken Land is located at the top of the round tower in the center of the City of Silver, in the room belonging to Chief Colin Iliad.

Derrick sat cross-legged on the ground, listening quietly to Colin Iliad's words:
"The extraordinary materials in Silver City are enough to support the promotion of two Silver Knights. The six-member council has reached an agreement that Elder White Hillmon and I will be promoted. At that time, I will lead the team to explore the Giant King's Court, while Elder White will be responsible for staying in Silver City."

"But the Silver Knight's promotion ceremony requires the blessing of a god, and the City of Silver has not received a response from the Lord for thousands of years."

The Chief wants me to seek help from Mr. Fool and gain his blessing?

Under the influence of The Hanged Man and others, Derrick subconsciously thought about it for a while before answering:

"I understand. I will pray to Mr. Fool and convey this matter to Him."

"Now." Colin Iliad said in a calm, unquestionable tone.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses and nodded gently, "Okay, Your Excellency Chief."

"During the thousands of years of exploration in the darkness, the City of Silver has also collected a lot of holy objects. I have just told you some of the information. You can pass it on to the 'Fool'."

The Chief meant to offer a holy object to please Mr. Fool and seek his blessing. Derrick thought about it for a while, then nodded and responded:
"Ok."

He then straightened his body, clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth and nose, and whispered the honorific name of “The Fool” in Giant language:

"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious master above the gray fog. You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

"I pray to you"

Above the gray fog, in that magnificent and ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence.

Klein, who had just completed his promotion to become a Sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar", was about to explore the closed door deep in the palace again when the endless gray fog around him suddenly surged. The deep red star belonging to the "Sun" expanded and contracted again and again, creating circles of deep red ripples in the palace.

"Little Sun? This time is quite coincidental."

After whispering to himself, Klein spread his spirituality and touched the crimson star that was constantly expanding and contracting.

A deep red light burst out instantly and quickly gathered, condensing into the image and sound of "Sun" Derrick sitting cross-legged on the ground praying.

A moment later, Klein sat on the high-back chair that belonged to The Fool and frowned as he pondered Little Sun's request.

The chief of the City of Silver wants to obtain the blessing of Mr. Fool and complete the ritual of the Silver Knight? This request came much later than I expected. I thought that the City of Silver would be eager to ask for my help after getting the potion formula from the White Tower. I even thought of a reason to refuse.

Now that I am an "Ancient Scholar", I can leverage the power of "Source Castle" to a greater extent. With the addition of the Fool card, I may be able to bestow a blessing at the level of an angel.

In ancient times, angels were also called subordinate gods. The so-called blessing of the gods actually refers to the blessing given by beings above the level of angels. This has been confirmed with Al.

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Klein leaned back in his chair and said leisurely:

"Yes, the 'Silver Knight' will have slight differences depending on the blessing gods. Which area of ​​change do you need?"

In the City of Silver, at the top of the round tower, Derrick heard the voice of Mr. Fool echoing in his ears. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

He looked at the Chief with some surprise and then relayed Mr. Fool's words to Chief Colin Iliad who was waiting on the side.

"Sure enough, the 'god' mentioned in the potion formula refers to beings that have reached the level of angels."

Colin Iliad whispered to himself, then looked at Derrick and said:
"You can ask and choose which realms of existence will give you blessings."

Derrick nodded and quickly relayed the Chief's words to Mr. Fool.

Above the gray fog, Klein had already seen this scene through the prayer image of the little sun. He chuckled and said in a leisurely tone:
"The blessings I grant tend to be change and secret. In addition, you can also choose blessings in the areas of death, fate, curse, knowledge, etc. The rewards they each require are up to you to negotiate."

The blessing from the realm of destiny can be either Will Auceptin or Pales Zoroast. One of them can be bribed with ice cream, and the other can be used to apologize to the old man and introduce him to a business with good returns.

The chief of the City of Silver did not think for too long. He decisively chose the blessing of The Fool.

Klein responded to Derrick, gave them a specific time, and then cut off contact.

Looking at the gray mist that had subsided, Klein smiled and shook his head.
"I gave so many choices, but the chief of Silver City still chose me, the weakest one. Fortunately, he doesn't know the truth, otherwise he would regret it and pound the table, right?" At the top of the round tower, in the chief's room, Derrick had already left. Colin Iliad stood alone by the window, overlooking the city below, and let out a long breath.

"The Fool has at least four angels under his command, perhaps more, but their realms just happen to overlap."

"When was the opportunity mentioned by the 'White Tower' who entered the God-Forsaken Land?"

Above the port of Orleston on the northern coast of the Pas River Valley, airships arranged in neat formations broke through the violent storm on the sea and approached the port.

These airships were tied together by illusory chains stained with rust and blood, forming a whole. Even violent winds and waves could hardly shake them.

On the rough sea, steel monsters hundreds of meters in length emerged through the wind and waves. Like the airships in the sky, these steel fleets were bound together by illusory chains stained with rust and blood.

Cannons, machine guns, launching ports, and exaggerated rocket batteries were all aimed at Orleston Harbor, and countless ammunition, artillery, and bombs poured out.

The same situation occurred in many port cities in the Misty Sea and the Violent Sea, as well as in coastal cities.

After being intercepted at sea and struggling for a long time, Intis's patience was finally exhausted, and he launched a fierce attack on various ports and coastal cities in the southern continent!
Waves of "light" formed by the convergence of complex information poured out from the void, surging like a torrent in an illusory posture, creating a layer of pale golden barrier above the port of Orleston, directly covering the entire port.

On the "Dawn" moored at the dock, Russell sat in the captain's cabin, with golden light bursting from him, making him look extremely solemn and sacred.

He looked across the cabin and deck at the magnificent barrier covering the port, stretched out his left hand, and whispered a word in ancient Hermetic language:

"Closed!"

He used the laws of the first level of sequence to close off the port of Orleston in both mystical and practical senses, cutting off interaction with the surroundings, and in another sense strengthening the barrier effect created by Renekton.

At the same time, streaks of golden light overflowed from the airship in the front, interweaving in mid-air, becoming more and more pure, and finally evolving into a seal-like projection.

At the same time, a majestic and deep voice echoed around:
"Notarization: Invalid!"

As the words fell, the sealing effect created by Roselle disappeared directly, and the barrier created by Renekton was also greatly weakened.

Under the influx of countless artillery fire, this barrier lasted less than ten seconds before being completely destroyed.

On the Dawn, Russell spoke the second command with a dignified and solemn expression:
"This is a place where reality weakens and mystery grows."

The artillery fire and bullets that were slanting in instantly lost most of their lethality, but the various mystical effects that came with them were greatly amplified.

The next second, they all became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of bubbles.

Under the illumination of light, these bubbles reflect dreamy colors, scattering in all directions and disappearing in an instant.

Rays of golden light once again overflowed from the airship in the front, but before it could take shape, Roselle used the law to deprive it of its extraordinary effect.

In the air, countless bubbles reflecting dreamy colors were flying and constantly breaking, and new artillery fire and bullets were constantly transformed into bubbles.

Silently, countless black threads emerged from the gaps in the flying bubbles, and eyes grew from them, flashing with pure light, extremely cold, and extremely sacred eyes.

As Renekton revealed the form of a mythical creature, an aura of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster quickly spread, enveloping the entire port and the surrounding waters.

A deep blue, almost purple light flashed in each eye, condensing into one complex and illusory symbol after another. A large amount of complex and useless knowledge was released and poured into the minds of everyone on the Iron Fleet and the airship who looked at Renekton.

Under the influence of angel-level "telepathic communication" and "distortion", all damage was transferred to the extraordinary people with self-protection capabilities in each airship and steel fleet.

Their heads exploded instantly, red, white, all spilled out, and then quickly twisted into pieces of paper and wood in mid-air. Their bodies turned into substitute puppets or paper figures, scattered on the ship and airship.

The moment Renekton revealed the form of a mythical creature, a gaze was cast upon him from the astral realm.

One after another, seemingly thin, but extremely heavy scrolls appeared out of thin air around them, like projections.

This is a picture scroll that carries civilization and records the enlightenment and development of human society in different classes. It is a complete picture scroll of civilization!
(End of this chapter)