Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 727 Miracle Master

Somewhere in the Misty Sea west of Fenypot, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the sea surface which was always covered with a thin layer of mist, rolling up the mist and forming a deep and dark vortex.

There seemed to be countless unreal passages inside the vortex, interweaving into a dense and complex spider web, like a collection of some kind of "doors", connecting all places on the planet.

A burst of abnormally colorful starlight flashed by, and a huge head rushed out from the vortex.

After escaping the vortex, the head quickly collapsed and decomposed into countless tiny mechanical parts, which were reorganized into the image of an old man wearing a white priest's robe and a clergyman's soft hat.

The left half of his body was made of flesh and blood, but the right side was made up of various mechanical components. There was a face, no, it should be half a face, very gentle and kind, similar to Horamick Haydn, but younger. The overall look was evil and absurd.

His body floated in the air without being affected by gravity, and he kept looking around, not missing any details.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze as if he had confirmed something, and whispered to himself:
"There is something abnormal in the space here. There is a hidden sea area. The power that belongs to my Lord should be sealed here."

He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and prayed for a while with an extremely pious attitude.

Then he controlled his body to fall and stood on the sea. Silently, the surrounding sea became extremely heavy, as if it was made of concrete, without even a trace of waves.

His eyes then turned a deep blue, reflecting a brilliant and changing starry sky, and the starlight intertwined to form one mysterious symbol after another in his eyes.

In this state, his perception of space and dimension deepened. He could lock and correct the orbits between stars, and easily see and find secret channels hidden in the void.

"Any seal has a 'door', and the 'navigator' is very good at finding those hidden 'doors'."

As he whispered to himself, the space around him opened up layer by layer in front of him, revealing the most real and essential situation.

Soon, he sensed the hidden sea, right here, right under his feet.

The seal here was more complicated than he had imagined. Even a saint who was good at this found it difficult to find a clue for a while.

He planned to leave temporarily and wait for a suitable time, and come back when the seal here was at its weakest.

Suddenly, his inspiration was triggered, and he discovered a loophole, a loophole that seemed to have appeared due to the passage of time and the impact inside the seal.

With the help of this loophole, he can open up a secret passage leading to the sealed sea.

"Praise the stars!"

Amid the devout praises, the surrounding gravity and electromagnetism became chaotic, and the calm sea surface suddenly rose up layer after layer of huge waves, which overlapped and spread to the sky, forming a "door" guarded by water.

Inside the "door", a vortex gradually formed, going deeper and deeper until it became pitch black, as if it had gone deep into the lightless seabed.

A huge suction force came from inside the "door", sucking in the figure wearing a white priest robe, half flesh and blood, half mechanical.

After the figure disappeared, a bright starry sky suddenly appeared, dispersing the fog on the sea.

One after another, ray of "light" formed by pure and complex information fell from the starry sky and then sank into the "gate" guarded by the sea.

In the mist of history, relying on the attraction brought by the historical spots related to the City of Silver, Klein finally gathered most of the split spirit insects.

Countless transparent insects drilled out from this historical light spot and gathered into a deep and dark worm vortex.

Under the attraction of extraordinary characteristics, more and more spirit insects were gathered together.

When the last part was left, countless slippery tentacles stretched out from the slowly rotating worm vortex, reaching into every corner of the mist of history, grabbing the hiding spirit worms and stuffing them into the worm vortex.

During this process, he saw the dogs of Fulgrim hidden in the mist of history. They were hiding everywhere, seeming to be frightened of himself and protecting himself.

One of the dogs, Fulgrim's dog, was a little different. It was covered with very long, jet-black hair, like a black cloak. Only two burning dark red flames and the corners of its mouth extending to the back of its head could be seen.

This is a Fulgrim dog that has completed its own body and possesses complete characteristics, equivalent to a Sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar".

As if noticing Klein's gaze, the Fulgrim dog leaned over in a very human manner, as if bowing to Klein.

As all the spirit worms were recovered, Klein's body became complete again. At this moment, he became "Him", an angel walking on the earth, who could be called a god in ancient history.

It was also at this moment that he finally experienced the feeling of being promoted to an angel as described by Roselle in his diary.

I felt a certain will awakening in my body, the primitive crazy instinct derived from the Beyonder characteristics, the prayers of the "Sea God", "Fool" believers, and the residents of Silver City and Moon City in my ears, and the awe of the Fulgrim dogs hidden in the mist of history around me. They are all my anchors. Chaotic and complex, in a sense, faith is actually a kind of pollution. But it just happens to counter the gradually awakening terrifying will in my body and the primitive crazy instinct derived from the Beyonder characteristics, allowing me to maintain myself in this delicate balance.

As thoughts floated through his mind, Klein exited the mist of history and returned to Source Castle, suppressing the gray fog that had been stirred up by his promotion.

"Sure enough, after I was promoted to an angel, Sefirah Castle reacted greatly. Fortunately, I was prepared in advance and did not let the changes in Sefirah Castle last too long, otherwise Amon might have come looking for me."

As he muttered to himself, Klein clearly felt that he had completely controlled this gray fog, as if it had become a part of his body. This also meant that Sefirah Castle was completely under his control.

In a sense, at the deepest and highest part of the spiritual world, the seven bright lights that seemed to have been lingering here forever froze for a moment, a very short moment, and then returned to normal.

In the basement of Saint Samuel's Church in Backlund, Leonard, who was reading a telegram from the headquarters' Tranquility Church, suddenly paused. The old voice of Pales echoed in his ears:

"'Source Castle'!"

Leonard remained silent, quietly waiting for Pales' next words.

After a long while, he heard Pales' voice again:
"The Fool has regained more strength. Perhaps soon, there will be a battle between "He" and Amon to determine the final ownership of "Source Castle."

"Cherish the peace you have now, it won't last long."

Leonard frowned, quickly sorted out his thoughts, and then asked, "Old man, what is 'Source Castle'?"

Pales sighed and said without hiding too much:
"I don't know because I've never seen it and no one has ever really seen it."

"This name originally came from the 'Destruction Wolf' Flegra. According to my grandfather, this is the path to something above the sequence. There are nine in total, and 'Source Castle' belongs to the three paths I am on."

"When I was promoted to an angel, I sensed it, but I couldn't establish a connection. So I can be sure that 'Source Castle' exists."

"Perhaps, you have already seen Sefirah Castle more than once."

Leonard opened his mouth and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"The place where you gather every week is most likely 'Source Castle'."

After giving a brief response, Pales fell silent again.

In the palace on the main peak of the Honachis Mountains, slippery tentacles flapped around restlessly.

Sitting on the highest chair in the palace, a young man with tufts of coarse black hair on his cheeks like wolf hair frowned slightly, as if he would wake up from eternal slumber at any time.

On an uninhabited island somewhere south of the Sonia Sea, in an ancient temple built with gray-white boulders.

Amon sat in front of a mural depicting towering mountains, a huge cross, many rays of light, and angels surrounding him. Beside him was a brass book that was constantly being flipped. He looked up at a certain point in the sky with a smile in his eyes, and whispered to himself:

"The aura of Sefirah Castle. It seems that the Fool has completely mastered Sefirah Castle. I have to speed up the process."

Then he looked at the brass book that was constantly flipping on the floor beside him and asked:

"What have you considered? If you had cooperated earlier, I would have taken the opportunity to enter the 'Source Castle', and you would naturally have the opportunity to control a 'Balancer' or even the 'Hand of Order' and truly come back to life."

"As time goes by, the chips I offer will only get smaller and smaller."

"Don't play dead. He has given you enough wisdom by relying on the power of the mind. Or, do you prefer to be eroded by the power of corruption?"

The brass-colored book suddenly stopped flipping, and silver-white characters appeared on the blank paper:
"The Brass Book of Trunsost is a sacred and inviolable object. Any attempt to defraud, destroy, or pollute the Brass Book of Trunsost will be subject to the most severe punishment."

"The place where the Brass Book of Trunsoest is kept is also sacred and cannot be destroyed. Those who violate it will be punished most severely."

In the hall of an ancient hidden palace near the central plateau of Intis, elegantly dressed noble ladies, well-dressed gentlemen, muscular sailors, and servants were hung on the roof like dried bacon.

At a certain moment, the hanging bodies, as well as the crows flying or standing on the nearby branches and roofs, all turned around and looked towards the sky, making some high-pitched and some low-pitched sounds:

"'Source Castle'!"

(End of this chapter)