Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 724 Parties
Looking at the figures that emerged after the city below disappeared, Klein stood up from his high-back chair reflexively.

The Poseidon's scepter spontaneously flew into his hands, and the black velvet "curtain" turned into a cloak and was draped over him, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

At the place where the city of Conston was originally located, Amon, wearing a black classical wizard robe and a monocle on his right eye, looked up at the starry sky, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded slightly, as if he was greeting Klein above the gray fog.

Klein's face darkened, and his eyes fell on the brass book that Amon was holding in his hand. His intuition as a fortune teller told him that this book was the source of the abnormality in Constanton City.

Opposite Amon, an old man who was over 2.6 meters tall, had gray stubble and wore a square soft hat, confronted Him with an angry look.

He was wearing a loose robe with a black background and white edges. His bulging muscles made the loose clothes bulge out. His eyes were light blue and he had few wrinkles. He had a temperament that looked down on everything.

Klein searched in his mind but could not find any information about this person. However, judging from the temperament and height of the other person, he was most likely a high-ranking member of the Church of the God of War.

At the edge of the mottled long table, silver words spontaneously emerged on the surface of the mirror that Klein took out from the cracks in history:
"Master, he is the former Patriarch of the Church of the God of War. After the God War ended and the God of War fell, he destroyed all the Level 0 Sealed Artifacts data of the Church and fled with Sealed Artifact 0-02 Trunsoest Brass Book."

"It is very likely that this is the resurrection plan left by the God of War when he fell."

After glancing at the information provided by Arrodes, Klein asked, "0-02 is the brass book in Amon's hand?"

"Yes, Master. That book evolved from the uniqueness of the Judge pathway. It has the characteristics of being alive, but most of the time it is at a very low level. It only has the instinct to compile and perfect the laws."

"The first half of the document presents almost all the major underlying rules, while the second half is blank and needs to be written by the author. The legal provisions can be freely compiled and will take effect after being publicly announced."

"It hates twisted, aesthetically pleasing rules, and hates being found to have loopholes."

"I'm sorry, Master. Due to the uniqueness issue, I can't see any more information."

At the end of his words, Arrodes added a little aggrieved expression.

Klein nodded expressionlessly and said, "Okay."

He was more worried about Amon than the Brass Book of Trunsoste, which evolved from the uniqueness of the "Judge".

I don't know what Amon, who has mastered the three-part sequence-one property and the "error" uniqueness, wants to do with this book.

The uniqueness of the Judge is only needed by Roselle. I hope the emperor won’t cheat me. With a low sigh, Klein sat back in his high-backed chair, his eyes fixed on the city of Constanton below.

Above the huge dark pit, Amon's body ignored the influence of gravity and stood in mid-air. He looked at Larion who was staring at him angrily, and said with a smile:

"The God of War has fallen. You can consider joining the Church of Darkness. In this way, you will still be an angel protected by God, and you may even continue to serve as the Patriarch of the Church of the God of War."

Larion snorted coldly and said, "A mythical creature like you who has no devout faith will not understand. The 'God of War' will eventually return from within me."

Amon pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled:
"Each of my clones believes in myself very much."

"Of course, I really can't understand a paranoid person like you. You might get along well with my brother, even though he was just performing at the time. Unfortunately, he is no longer my brother, and I can no longer call him a paranoid."

While Amon and Larion were talking, streams of information poured out from the void, quickly converging and reconstructing Bernadette's body.

When Bernadette appeared, Roselle looked over and stared at Amon, at the brass book in his hand.

As Bernadette appeared, Amon withdrew his gaze from Larion, turned to look at Bernadette, and chuckled:

"Oh, you're finally here. I thought you and your father were not interested in this rule book?"

"Will a thief give away what he has stolen?"

While speaking, Bernadette looked at Amon calmly.

Amon was not angry at Bernadette's words. He still kept a calm smile on his face and said:

"Why not? Using something you don't need in exchange for something you do need, this is a deal that satisfies both parties, isn't it?"

"The previous war between gods gave those guys in the starry sky an opportunity to further erode the barrier left over from the original. Now is the last bit of time in the Fifth Epoch. Everyone has to be busy saving themselves, or saving the world. On this point, we are all on the same side."

"The Hanged Man has basically gotten rid of his madness and has mastered the power of his mind. Even if I recall those characteristics that I can disperse now and skip the ceremony and become an Error directly, the state will be worse at most." "So, why don't you give up on the Fool and support me instead?"

"I will become the 'Lord of Mysteries', and I can also lift the seal of the Western Continent, allowing you to return to your original form and become the 'Demon of Knowledge'."

Amon said the last sentence while looking at the deep starry sky above his head.

Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the scene with a slightly strange expression on his face. He couldn't help but complain in his heart: What is this? Trying to turn my allies against me in front of me?
After mumbling something in his mind, Klein lowered his head to look at the mirror on the table and asked casually:

"What choice will they make?"

On the mirror, layers of water ripples swayed, and after a long while, silvery-white words in Loen language emerged:

"I'm sorry, Master, I don't see the answer to this question."

Arrodes' words seemed to have a hint of tears in them, and then new words appeared below:

"But I will always follow you unwaveringly. You will definitely be able to take back the authority that was stolen and occupied by Amon and return to the throne of the great master above the spiritual world."

“Really?” Klein whispered, and stopped talking. He looked at Renekton, who was still in a stalemate with the monster that Horamick Hayden had transformed into.

He whispered in confusion, "Even if it's just a clone, its status won't drop. He's deliberately keeping Horamick Hayden hanging. Why?"

Originally, above the sky of Constantine City, countless torrents of information converged into light, interweaving into a "storm", tightly wrapping around the mountain-like head and tearing it apart.

On the heads trapped in the center of the "storm", faces stood out, and their eyes, mouths and other parts simultaneously lit up with bright white light, as if there was a sun hidden inside, constantly emitting light from the gaps.

One after another, blazing white rays gushed out, sweeping towards the torrent of information that was creating a "storm" around it.

These are rays from the starry sky that can directly destroy the body and information structure, create genetic mutations, and bring irreversible damage and pain.

The disturbing information storm was pierced by one ray after another, causing cracks to appear in the originally solid invisible barrier.

The huge head with faces protruding from it suddenly became blurred, found and passed through the secret passage hidden in the void, and escaped from Renekton's siege.

Beyond the disturbing torrent of information, a mountain-like head emerged from the void. The faces that protruded from it quickly disintegrated and reorganized, turning into a dark steam train that floated in the air, ignoring gravity.

It was as if a silver-white light composed of a vast amount of illusory things emerged out of thin air, forming a silver track leading to an unknown place, carrying a steam train towards the distance.

The torrent of information left behind by the steam train quickly gathered together, condensing into a series of hazy lights composed of a vast amount of illusory things. These lights intertwined into vortices, filled with countless whirlpools of light, shadows and steam.

A powerful attraction came from the vortex, pulling at the silver rails and steam train in front that were trying to get away from here.

This is the aggregation effect of extraordinary characteristics, which is amplified to the extreme by Renekton's own status and the uniqueness of "Perfect".

The aggregation effect that was supposed to exist passively turned into a tangible attraction at this moment. Tentacles composed of pure information stretched out from the vortex and reached towards the steam train in front.

Invisible tentacles kept pulling at the steam train in front, tearing at the silver tracks, as if trying to drag it into a vortex of light and shadow.

Under the pull of the extraordinary characteristics, the color of the steam train was evaporating, and fingernail-sized dust with a faint glow kept falling off the train and merging into the vortex behind it.

As time goes by, this trend becomes faster and more obvious.

At the front of the steam train, Horamick Haydon's face stood out, as if even his expression was pulling forward hard to resist the suction from behind.

Gradually, this face separated from the carriage behind it, and the star-like tentacles connecting them were pulled into thin lines and then broke.

Horamick Haydon's face left a trail in the air, and then disappeared into the empty starry sky along with a speck of stardust.

Without his resistance, the remaining silver rails and steam trains quickly disintegrated under the huge suction force, turning into star-like fragments that merged into the slowly rotating vortex behind.

Then, the vortex filled with light, shadow and steam collapsed rapidly, disintegrating into pure and complex streams of information, and returned to the perfect place of the star realm along the pure colors that hung down from the star realm like roots.

(End of this chapter)