Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 688 The Ceremony Ends
Azik's body instantly expanded and turned into a giant feathered serpent, protecting Klein behind him and blocking Sua's attack.

Before Klein could relax, his spiritual intuition suddenly issued a warning. A blurry picture appeared in his mind. The weird and ugly image of Siea, a rag doll, emerged in his pupils, launching a terrifying attack that was difficult to avoid and escape.

Am I some kind of delicious delicacy? As the thought floated through his mind, Klein hid directly in the mist of history.

In the cracks of history, Zaratul, who had been waiting here for a long time, stretched out his tentacles and wrapped around Klein from all directions.

In Klein's eyes, as soon as he entered the mist of history, he saw a deep and dark worm vortex with countless slippery tentacles extending out, pressing towards him with an extremely terrifying aura.

His body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, uncontrollably moving towards the slippery tentacles.

"If you want to catch a 'Fortune Teller', the most important thing is patience and waiting, waiting for the opportunity for him to step into the trap."

A low voice like a murmur came out of the worm vortex that was the incarnation of Zaratul. This whisper had a great impact on Klein, who was not yet an angel. His thoughts became unnaturally stiff, like a rusty and decayed machine, and it was difficult for him to think and respond.

This is the aggregation effect between extraordinary characteristics, an amplified and utilized aggregation effect. Just as I realized what was going on in my mind, the historical fog around me suddenly lit up, and various lights and shadows in the historical fragments floated, as if all of them were lit up.

Silently, brilliance continued to emerge from the fragments of history, not brilliant, not clear, and without any color. It seemed like a hazy glow composed of a vast amount of imaginary things.

These glimmers of light quickly intertwined, forming a mottled painting that seemed light but gave people an extremely heavy feeling. It showed the form of a mythical creature, trying to directly devour the Zaratul isolation that contained Klein.

Klein seized the opportunity and quickly evacuated the mist of history and returned to the mausoleum of reality.

As soon as the figure appeared, he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of Renekton, but there was no one there.

As expected, it was a good thing that more than just “ancient scholars” could enter the mist of history, otherwise I would have really stepped into Zaratul’s trap and couldn’t get out. The suppression of Beyonders with lower sequences than themselves by High-Sequencers of the same path was too severe.

As he sighed, Klein lifted the maintenance of Azik's historical projection. While he prayed to the "Goddess of Night" in a low voice, he tried to pull out an angel he had seen before, a hidden angel!

Once, twice, three times.

A young black-haired female figure appeared next to Klein.

He has a beautiful appearance, but there is no expression on his face. His black eyes are dark and deep, but lack spirituality.

The one summoned is the Sealed Object 0-17 held by the Church of Night, a hidden angel who can serve as a vessel for the descent of the "Goddess of Night"!

Although they had not communicated in advance, the fact that he could cooperate with Arianna represented the attitude of the goddess. Since he could summon the historical projection of Ms. Arianna, this hidden angel should also be able to succeed. Moreover, his nature was higher and could make the battlefield here even more chaotic.

The summoned figure didn't look at Klein, but turned his head to look at the secret mausoleum below.

The entire underground ruins shook violently, and ripples spread out in the air, as if all the connected tombs around were about to be moved into a secret world.

George III used the power of the "Black Emperor" to connect the spaces together, and several mausoleums were suddenly separated.

With a strong sense of crisis, He could only choose to give up a mausoleum. As long as the promotion was successful, there was still a chance to remedy everything.

"No, you don't stand a chance."

Amon's voice suddenly echoed in George III's ears, as if Amon was whispering into his head.

The dark liquid that had lost its human shape suddenly surged and stirred violently, as if making a final struggle.

As the connected spaces in the mausoleum were separated, the people who were originally fighting in a mess were once again divided into different secret mausoleums.

Arianna was separated from William Augustus I, who was struggling to resist the contamination from the Djinn, and placed in the same mausoleum.

Almost at the moment when the space stabilized, William Augustus I's body disappeared bit by bit as if being erased by an eraser, and was sent into the secret world and sealed.

After briefly hiding William Augustus I, Arianna reached out from the depths of darkness and pulled out a bone sword covered with strange patterns. She half-crouched and inserted the bone sword in her hand into the ground of the mausoleum. The entire mausoleum was quickly swallowed up by the darkness, melting away bit by bit and becoming part of the dark tide.

In just a few breaths, the second secret mausoleum was also destroyed.

In Mausoleum No. 1 where George III was, he regained his form, put on a monocle, glanced at the corner of his mouth, and sighed helplessly:

"It's such a shame, it was just a little bit close."

As He finished speaking, George III's body suddenly began to crack from the inside. Cracks appeared everywhere, and dark, twisted liquid flowed out of them.

“He” tried hard to control the speed of his body’s collapse. He raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his right eye, and sighed in a low voice:
"It's almost there, but the ritual of becoming a 'mistake' has been completed. Let's give Duo Zaratu a little more time and see who can become the final winner and take all the chips on the table."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared silently in the mausoleum. The surrounding darkness surged like a tide, sweeping towards Amon who was in the center of the mausoleum.

The deep darkness surges silently and violently, carrying the power of sleep and death, which can make people fall asleep without knowing it and die little by little in the woven dreams.

In front of George III, who was wearing a monocle, there was no expression on his face. His black eyes were dark and deep, but the secret angel who lacked spirituality was watching Him calmly. The secret power bloomed like a flower, engulfing and dissolving everything in the darkness.

The aura on his body was more majestic and deeper than the historical projection that Klein had summoned before, as deep as the boundless darkness. 0-17, who was stored in the basement of Saint Samuel Church, came in person!
"Oh, you actually came down in person. Aren't you worried that Badhair will launch a war of gods or a sneak attack on you at this time? Or, is this matter, someone here, worth the risk?"

"Since you are so determined, I will give up the promotion for now. I have neither lack of time nor opportunities."

As soon as he finished speaking, George III's body completely collapsed. The time worms composed of twelve-segment patterns separated and turned into transparent white light and shadows. They quickly gathered and reorganized, turning back into the image of Amon.

He smiled at the secret angel in front of him and disappeared directly into the mausoleum. He used the connection between the nine secret mausoleums to steal his own location and then placed it in another mausoleum.

On Backlund's Memorial Day Square, George III, who was giving a speech to all the people of Loen, suddenly paused. Then, under the gaze of everyone, his body exploded with a bang.

His flesh and blood sprayed into the air like fireworks and landed all over the podium.

After a short silence, the crowd around them screamed loudly, and the scene became chaotic. The soldiers of the King's Guard quickly rushed onto the platform.
In the restless Memorial Day Square, white pigeons, crows, ants, men and women dressed in workers' clothes, gentlemen or ladies all left the scene or took off their monocles.
In Ruins No. 1 outside Backlund, as Amon left, the hidden angel looked down at George III, who had turned into a pool of black mud. His body was wiped away bit by bit and disappeared into the mausoleum.

Heavy breathing sounds echoed inside the mausoleum. George III, who was abandoned by Amon, slowly came back to his senses. As if he was regaining consciousness, his consciousness became much clearer at this moment. He could clearly feel that his body and consciousness were collapsing rapidly, and he was dying completely.

"No"

The sound he made was barely audible and quickly dissipated into the air. No one in the mausoleum could hear or see his dying struggle.

As his life passed, he vaguely saw a huge black throne. The figure sitting on it was himself. He became the "Black Emperor", looking down on the reality with pride, and sitting on an equal footing with the gods!
He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grab this future and twist it into reality, but he could not reach it.

In the gap of history, the figure of Renekton who was confronting Zaratul suddenly disappeared, and Klein withdrew his support for his historical projection.

Without any obstruction, Zaratul quickly hid deeper into the fog of history.

At the same time, the secret puppet he left in reality once again summoned his own historical projection and transmitted his consciousness through it.

Outside the secret mausoleum in the lower reaches of the Tussock River, Klein, who had prevented George III's deification ceremony and got rid of Zaratul and Siea, had no time to be happy before his eyes blurred and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

A figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color.

He wore a crystal monocle on his right eye and looked at Klein in front of him with a very surprised expression. He spoke as if he had seen an old friend he hadn’t seen for a long time:

".Got you."

Amon! How could he appear here? Klein looked at Amon who suddenly appeared in front of him helplessly.

His actions were faster than the thoughts in his head. He reached out and tried to pull out the hidden angel he had just summoned from the gap in history. This hidden angel could serve as a vessel for the goddess' descent!
(End of this chapter)