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  Chapter 671 Strange Hall

  The interior of the iron-black "throne" is dozens of times larger than what you see from the outside. It is so magnificent and gorgeous that Klein wondered where he was teleported to.

  Following his spiritual intuition, he came to a rather wide hall. On both sides, gray-white stone pillars with many strange patterns carved on them stood upright, inlaid with golden gems one after another.

  Under each stone pillar, there was a man in full black armor holding a spear and a straight sword on his waist.

  On the high platform at the front of the hall, there was a rather gorgeous high-backed chair. On it sat a man wearing a crown and a gorgeous robe with many ornaments. He held a scepter inlaid with gold thread and gems. The face of the man could not be seen clearly, as if he was a sleeping emperor.

  Klein stopped cautiously in front of the door and used the spiritual line of vision to observe the full-body armor and the figure sitting on the throne in the hall.

  He did not find any spiritual lines from the dark full-body armor and the figure sitting on the throne at the front of the hall, nor did he feel any breath of life from them.

  With a clang, a gold coin flew out of Klein's hand, and then fell back into his palm, with the king's head facing up!

  "There is no danger. Of course, the greater probability is that my divination has been disturbed. All the abnormalities and inconsistencies in this palace seem to have finally flowed here. It is hard to believe that there is no danger here."

  As he spoke, his long black windbreaker suddenly squirmed, dripping to the ground piece by piece, turning into a pool of scarlet flesh and blood, and then quickly surged up and reassembled into a human form, the "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell in a male servant's outfit.

  In Ludwell's eyes, a pale figure was reflected, with a gloomy face and lack of expression. This is his second secret doll!

  Originally, he had three dolls, but Chonas Kilger belonged to the "Black Emperor" path. He was worried that he would be affected by some abnormalities in the "Ghost Empire" and lose control or even rebel. Before coming, he used the secret technique provided by Renekton to seal it and placed it above the gray fog. As long as it was retrieved in time, the doll would not collapse.

  After distributing the magical items prepared in advance to the two dolls and making sufficient preparations, Klein directly let Ludwell, who was possessed by the wronged spirit, step into the hall.

  The moment Ludwell stepped into the hall, his vision also changed, and he appeared inexplicably in the hall.

  Klein was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted:

  "The doll and I are judged as a whole? Doesn't that mean that the damage to the doll will also be reflected on me?"

  Under the stone pillars carved with strange patterns and inlaid with many gems, the dark full-body armor turned around and looked at Klein and his doll.

  But in Klein's eyes, there was still no spiritual line on those armors, as if they were already dead.

  Trouble, the special ability here can restrain the "Strange Mage". As the thought floated in his mind, Klein gently rubbed his fingers, and the corner of his clothes was ignited, and a red flame suddenly rose up, wrapping him.

  At the same time, in the corridor outside the hall, a match that Klein had thrown ignited spontaneously.

  "Deprive!"

  A majestic and solemn voice that could not be heard sounded out of thin air.

  The flames on Klein's body quickly extinguished, and his body remained in place. The flame jump did not succeed, and he also lost the extraordinary ability of "flame jump".

  Can the law be used to deprive extraordinary abilities? This has surpassed the Sequence 5 Punishment Knight and belongs to the ability of the demigod level, right?

  While thinking, he saw that the dark full-body armor parts turned silver-white, and the surface was covered with golden lines. It floated in the air in violation of the laws of physics, exuding a strong sense of majesty. The air around him seemed to become sticky, making it difficult for him to move.

  The remaining dark full-body armor rushed directly towards him. The speed was not fast, but it approached in a few steps. It seemed that the measurement standard of the surrounding distance was confused.

  "What are these things? Why do I feel like every full-body armor here has the power of a demigod?"

  As he spoke, he had already manipulated Ludwell to swing the huge scissors in his hand. Silver-white thin blades burst out directly from the dark full-body armor that approached, making a creaking sound that made people's teeth ache.

  At the same time, all the full-body armors showed fine but not deep cut marks.

  Klein retreated while looking around, thinking about how to deal with it. Is this the ability of the "Fallen Count"? Distorting the probability of the target and spreading the damage to all the full-body armor?

  While thinking, he manipulated the secret puppet Ludwell to use the magical item to set off a dusk storm in the hall, isolating all the full-body armor and himself on both sides of the storm, and then took out an iron-black square talisman from his arms, the reappearance talisman of yesterday!

  He wanted to borrow power from his past self, above the gray fog, relying on the "Conqueror" feature to borrow Mr. Azik's power. As long

  as the speed is fast enough and prays to himself in time to clean up the pollution and influence on his body, there will be no problem.

  As his thoughts drifted, he recited the spell to activate the talisman in ancient Hermetic language:

  "Yesterday."

  The talisman in his hand instantly shattered and disappeared. Many of his past selves appeared before Klein's eyes, including German Eparo, Dwayne Dantès, and the Black Emperor.     His eyes kept moving forward, and he saw himself sitting on the gray fog, holding the "Conqueror" feature, with a pale face and fine buds constantly extending from his skin.

  The next moment, this figure overlapped with the current him, his skin became pale and transparent, pale flames ignited in his eyes, his flesh and blood squirmed, and buds grew out one by one, as if they were about to be woven into feathers.

  He looked up and looked around the hall, taking in every set of full-body armor, including the figure sitting on the high platform in the front.

  The light in the entire hall seemed to dim for a moment, and those full-body armors, which were either dark or silvery white, began to rust on the surface, and began to decay and wither uncontrollably, as if crossing the river of death inch by inch.

  Outside the iron-black "throne", two huge figures still stood in place, neither of them moved, as if they were confronting each other, and as if they were fighting in a place that was difficult to observe.

  More and more eyes emerged from the wisps of black fog, and the pale gold chains of order around them became more tightly entangled, almost forming an airtight ball around them.

  At a certain moment, the kingdom worn on the head of the blurred light and shadow opposite Renekton began to rust, and there was a sense of decay and withering, and the tightly interwoven chains of order around him began to shake.

  Renekton's tall figure instantly became illusory, and the eyes that emerged from the surrounding black fog condensed one after another complex and illusory symbols, pouring a large amount of complex and useless knowledge into the mind of the blurred light and shadow, and at the same time changing the physical laws around him to a certain extent.

  It destroyed the strict and tight laws and order around him to a large extent, making those interwoven chains of order chaotic.

  Renekton's illusory body rushed forward with waves of complex information. Before the blurred light and shadow wearing the crown could react, he had reassembled his body and threw a few drops of dark and lightless "river water" onto the gorgeous crown inlaid with many gems.

  The surroundings dimmed for a moment, and stars emerged one after another, neither dazzling nor brilliant, revealing a sense of death.

  The golden light and shadow wearing the crown fell into a deep sleep uncontrollably, and quickly withered in the sleep, becoming decayed, and dying bit by bit.

  The order and rules that enveloped the "Ghost Empire" seemed to have suffered a severe blow in an instant, with many errors and omissions, becoming incomplete.

  The buildings in the city became dilapidated, the streets became rotten, the flowers and plants in the street trees and flower beds became withered and withered, and the figures walking on the streets became skeletons, zombies, and ghosts.

  With the erosion of the breath of the "Eternal Dark River", the figure wearing the golden crown gradually became thinner until it disappeared.

  In the palace inside the iron-black "throne", Klein's figure appeared on the high platform at the front of the hall. He held the big scissors used by Ludwell in his right hand and inserted it into the sleeping figure, detonating the breath of the god of death, making this attack produce a "lethal" effect.

  Behind him, a series of unclear and dim lights came in, melting the dark and silver armors in the hall, turning them into pieces of dust falling to the ground, and even the colors evaporated quickly.

  Then these lights gathered on the platform and reconstructed the figure of Renekton.

  He calmly looked at the figure on the throne who was dying little by little in his sleep, and his eyes condensed one complex and illusory symbol after another.

  A large amount of complex and pure knowledge was extracted from the sleeping figure's body, outlining an identical figure in front of him, as if it could reveal all its secrets.

  This figure was probably in his early twenties, with brass hair, golden eyes, and handsome appearance. He did not have the original majesty, but instead had a nerdy temperament.

  Klein looked at the figure drawn by pure knowledge and sighed,

  "Can the power of 'knowledge' be used in this way? Extracting knowledge directly from others and forcibly analyzing them."

  "This is a manifestation of 'omniscience'. I simulated it by relying on my own authority and combining it with the 'insight' of the 'White Tower' path."

  "Mastering all the information and knowledge in this world can be called 'omniscience' to some extent, right?"

  After a brief explanation, Renekton said,

  "This is also equivalent to a special kind of spiritual communication. If you have any questions you are curious about, you can ask him."

  Klein nodded, then looked at the figure drawn by pure knowledge and asked curiously,

  "Who are you?"  Chapter 672: Terunsost

  The figure wearing a crown, a gorgeous robe, and holding a scepter answered without any expression on his face, nor any fluctuation in his tone:

  "Trunsost."

  Terunsost, the "Night Emperor" of the Fourth Epoch! He, no, it was Him, who had never expected that one day he would be able to see one of the Four Emperors, a True God of Sequence 0, with his own eyes, even if it was just an illusion!

  Gathering his scattered thoughts, Klein continued to ask:

  "Is this the resurrection backup you left behind? What went wrong here?"

  Trunsoest still spoke in a tone without any ups and downs:

  "Yes, in the last war, I had a premonition of my own fall, and made corresponding preparations in advance, allowing some of my descendants to secretly take away a copy of the 'Hand of Order' characteristics as a backup for resurrection."

  "I failed to foresee the final chaos and madness of the battlefield. After my fall, or before my fall, the pollution of the 'Land of Disorder' had already appeared quietly. It tempted my descendants, allowing Him to accommodate this characteristic and change the original ceremony."

  "In desperation, I killed everyone and destroyed the ceremony, so that my resurrection and the advent of the 'Land of Disorder' returned to the starting point." "

  In order to better resurrect, I sewed up their remaining spirits, increased my own state, and formed a confrontation with the pollution of the 'Land of Disorder', but I could never truly resurrect, and it could not breed the carrier of advent."

  This is just a backup, so what is the most important means of resurrection for this "Night Emperor"? The missing uniqueness?

  While thinking, Klein heard Renekton's supplement to Terensost's answer:

  "Its words cannot be fully believed. After all, it is not true 'omniscience'. The information I extracted will definitely be affected and distorted by its own will and the breath of the 'Land of Disorder'."

  Klein nodded and asked curiously:

  "Is the 'Land of Disorder' the thing that corresponds to the 'Arbitrator' and 'Lawyer' paths to the things above the sequence?"

  Renekton nodded and responded: "Yes, but this is not all. The complete 'Land of Disorder' corresponds to more paths."

  Klein nodded and did not ask this question. He had a hunch that even if he asked, Renekton would not tell him now.

  Taking a deep breath, he looked at Terensost and continued to ask:

  "What happened in the War of the Four Emperors in the Fourth Epoch? Which beings participated in this war?"

  Terensost's expression changed a little, as if the knowledge that constituted this figure was about to collapse at any time. Renekton pressed his palm to stabilize the figure again.

  Only then did Terunsoest speak:

  "It was very chaotic. No one could stop. Alistair Tudor was killed, Salinger took away His uniqueness, and Solomon wanted to drag me down with him because He could still be resurrected, but as the 'Judge', I couldn't do that."

  "The power from the starry sky was fermenting in secret, and the 'source substances' sealed in the western continent were also infiltrating power, trying to pollute the gods in the melee and reclaim their authority."

  "In the end, I heard the sound of the barrier breaking. The battle that no one could stop eventually affected the barrier left by the original, and I died after that."

  As the last word fell, the figure of Terunsoest, which was composed of pure knowledge, instantly shattered and dissipated in front of Renekton and Klein.

  In the back, the figure sitting on the throne began to decay. His body was pale as if transparent, and the light golden liquid could be seen flowing under the skin.

  His face was 70% similar to that of Trunsost, but he looked older. He did not look like a descendant of Trunsost, but more like his elder.

  Renekton stretched out his right hand and grasped the air, creating a series of hazy lights without any color, as if composed of a large number of illusory things. This light fell on the throne, disintegrating the decaying body and restoring it to the most basic particle structure.

  Klein frowned slightly. He still had many questions that he hadn't figured out. He looked at Renekton and asked,

  "I've seen the dying struggle of Sea God Kalvetua. An angel, even a corpse, shouldn't be so fragile, right? Why didn't He show any strangeness just now and let me get close and destroy Him?"

  "Too much time has passed, and He also needs to abide by the rules He created."

  After a pause, Renekton added, "Have you forgotten that your paper angel is no longer just a blessing here, but has an entity?"

  "The power has been materialized." Klein quickly thought of the reason, and then he suddenly realized,

  "In order to resurrect himself, Terensost and the 'Land of Disorder' wanted to have a tangible carrier and bring down more power. They reached a consensus on some aspects, modified the underlying rules here, and established a new order, so that their will can be transformed into substance and free from the constraints of the dead body."

  "And this also caused this corpse to have an empty personality, no longer possessing all kinds of strangeness and specialness, and naturally no longer dangerous."

  "That's about it, but the situation here is more complicated."

  Renekton nodded, and at the same time picked up the crown that fell on the throne. The gems inlaid on the crown shone with pure light, and there seemed to be many pale golden laws and treaties floating inside, bursting with golden brilliance, looking extremely heavy, as if it had merged with the rules of the world.

  Renekton created dots of starlight floating around, which quickly condensed into a ball of transparent amber, isolating the crown in his hand from the surroundings.     After doing all this, he turned his head and looked at Klein and smiled:

  "There should be a lot of magical items in this city that are formed by scattered characteristics, antiques and gold that can be exchanged for cash. Now there is no interference, you can explore it."

  "The characteristics of this 'Hand of Order' belong to me and Roselle. It is seriously polluted, and you can't use it directly. Even if you make it into a magical item, the negative effects will be terrible."

  "Okay." Klein nodded lightly in response.

  He didn't need the characteristics of this "Hand of Order". Leave it to Roselle. When he recovers his strength in the future, I can still have a powerful ally.

  While thinking, he saw that the secret puppet Ludwell, who was destroyed by those full-body armor, had begun to precipitate characteristics. There were constantly green light spots precipitating from the flesh and blood on the ground, floating slowly around, and began to gather into a somewhat vague shape of a door.

  Some slight distortions appeared in the hall, and then Roselle's figure appeared directly in the sight of the two.

  He casually glanced around, and finally landed on the crown held by Renekton. He said with a smile:

  "You guys are moving faster than I thought. It seems that my guess is right. As long as there are things or breaths of the same level to fight the pollution here, it won't be too difficult to explore the 'Ghost Empire'."

  He looked down at the secret doll that was extracting its characteristics, and changed the subject:

  "Without the cover, this floating island is likely to have been exposed to the Storm Church and the Intis officials active in the Misty Sea."

  Renekton looked deep at the sky outside the hall. In the sky without the cover of the stars, the wind became fierce, and the dark clouds gathered layer by layer. From time to time, there were silver-white electric snakes passing by.

  He could feel that there was a gaze from above the dark clouds, perhaps from the starry world.

  "The storm is coming."

  After the voice fell, he took out an iron-black square talisman expressionlessly, which was one of the rewards given by Zaratul before!

  He turned the iron-black spell twice in his hand, and in a low voice, he uttered words in ancient Hermetic language:

  "I make a wish: Let the 'Ghost Empire' enter the Raging Sea."

  The spell broke quietly in his hand, and a torrent of invisible waves broke out, quickly covering the entire "Ghost Empire", "grafting" this sea area with a certain part of the Raging Sea.

  On the sea surface with a layer of mist, the city floating on the sea like an island disappeared silently, leaving no trace, as if it had never existed.

  The sobbing wind suddenly became fierce, carrying a middle-aged man with amazing momentum to land here.

  His hair was dark blue, almost pure black, round and thick, short and upright, with large earlobes, and his eyes seemed to contain lightning and storms at all times. The wide storm priest robe fluttered in the wind.

  In just two seconds, an old man wearing a white priest robe and a clergyman's soft hat also landed nearby.

  His legs were replaced by mechanical locks and replaced with a jet aircraft, which allowed him to fly freely in the air. His right eyeball was also replaced with a mechanical eyeball, like a special magical item, which could rotate freely and discover the differences around him at a deeper level.

  The middle-aged man in the storm priest robe exhaled a rumbling breath from his nostrils, like thunder roaring.

  After venting his emotions, he looked at the Archbishop Theodore Momont of the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church, who was one step behind him, and said in a low voice:

  "We are one step late, and the 'Ghost Empire' has been moved."

  "'Ghost Empire'? Is it the legendary 'Ghost Empire' that appeared here just now? Since you, the Storm Church, have mastered its information, why didn't you explore it and notify the other six major churches?"

  Theodore Momont questioned, and then stopped paying attention to this issue. The "God of Steam and Machinery" Church is now an ally of the "Storm Lord" Church, and some less important issues can be put aside.

  The eyeball of his right eye popped out for a distance, and kept rotating to look around. After a moment, his eye returned to normal and he said calmly:

  "There are traces of secrecy and change here. Perhaps someone has tampered with some concepts nearby to hide and move the location of the 'Ghost Empire'."  Chapter 673 Air Raid

  "As long as you are still at sea, you can't escape the gaze of the storm!"

  The middle-aged man in the storm priest robe snorted lightly, then clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth and nose, and prayed in a low voice.

  After a moment, he opened his eyes again, and looked at the Archbishop of the Steam Church behind him with some doubt and heaviness in his eyes, and slowly exhaled:

  "The 'Ghost Empire' is no longer in the Misty Sea."

  After a pause, he added: "It appeared in the Violent Sea, with a secret cover, and the specific location cannot be locked."

  Theodore Momont was silent for two seconds, and suddenly whispered:

  "There is only one 'Mysterious Servant' active in this world recently, Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order."

  "Zaratul?" The middle-aged man murmured hesitantly, and then asked: "Hasn't He appeared for a long time?"

  "Through monitoring of the Secret Order, we found some traces of Zaratul's activity. According to the revelation given by the God of All Machines, He should have successfully been promoted to Sequence One."

  "He had already left Intis before, and with the outbreak of war, the church did not pursue Him too much."

  Theodore Momont explained briefly, and the jet aircraft under his feet spewed out light blue flames and quickly flew away from the sea.

  The Raging Sea, under the influence of the power left by the God of Death, is in a violent storm all year round. The spirit world and reality overlap to a large extent, which makes it dangerous to roam in the spirit world.

  Therefore, both the True God Church and the secret organization rarely set foot in the Raging Sea area outside the safe channel.

  The "Ghost Empire" emerged silently in a dark storm, and it fluctuated violently with the exaggerated wind and waves.

  The salty and wet sea and rain poured into the city with the strong wind. Silver-white lightning struck from time to time, and the exaggerated movement made people feel that the city seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea at any time.

  In this situation, there is no way to explore the city properly, unless I have been using the Sea God's Scepter above the gray fog to suppress the wind and waves here.

  While thinking, he saw Russell walked straight to the gorgeous and tall chair and sat on it.

  At this moment, Russell's image suddenly became tall and oppressive, like a monarch looking down on all living beings, making people subconsciously look away and dare not look directly.

  Silently, the arc of the palace's shaking became smaller, and the sounds of waves, wind, and lightning outside gradually subsided.

  Roselle waved his hand casually and said to Klein,

  "I can temporarily take over this city as the 'Emperor' and use the city's special ability to suppress the wind and waves. You can take this time to explore this city with that vampire. If you gain anything, remember to give me a share."

  "Okay."

  Klein nodded, picked up the palm-sized bronze door that was condensed from the characteristics of Ludwell, put it in the small iron box he carried with him, and then walked out of the hall.

  After Klein left, Roselle's face suddenly fell, and the mechanical parts on his body jumped out one by one, as if they would fall apart at any time.

  "Damn it, I almost lost my face."

  "Hurry up and give me that thing in your hand. This mechanical doll's body can't stand the influence of the residual breath here."

  Renekton then threw the golden crown wrapped in transparent amber in his hand over, and at the same time warned:

  "There is still residual mental pollution on it. Use it carefully, don't play yourself to death again."

  "What do you mean again? Except for the time of 'Eternal Blazing Sun', I haven't died a second time."

  Russell retorted casually, and the transparent amber covering the golden crown was easily crushed by him, turning into pieces of stardust and disappearing in the air.

  He changed the crown he was wearing for decoration, and his whole temperament changed instantly. The dark red light flowing in his eyes turned into light gold, less chaotic and distorted, and more majestic and solemn.

  Until he spoke, his dignified image was instantly gone:

  "I suddenly realized that it's not bad to die for a while. Not only can I get rid of madness, but I can also turn from light to darkness and no longer attract attention."

  "You see, I am now hiding and developing, and I have quietly obtained a trait of the 'Hand of Order'. As long as I revive and get the uniqueness of the 'Judge', my progress will directly surpass the Seven Gods and become the existence closest to the Old Ones."

  Renekton interrupted calmly: "Until the Western Continent is unsealed, none of us can become the Old Ones."     Russell leaned back with his legs crossed, and spoke in a leisurely manner:

  "Oh, so you invested in 'God' and 'Lord of Mysteries' at the same time? No matter which of them revive first or succeed first, you can ask them to lift the seal for you?"

  "I knew that when it comes to taking sides and weaving conspiracies, you guys who use knowledge and wisdom as authority are experts. You are absolutely rational and will never let yourself return empty-handed."

  "Every word you say is about a certain dragon, but every sentence is about a certain dragon. In this regard, you and Angerwede may have common topics."

  Following Russell's words, Renekton made a joke and brought the topic back on track:

  "My investment is not just for the seal of the Western Continent. On the contrary, I am not in a hurry for the seal. I have an absolute advantage. As long as the seal is lifted before the barrier left over from the original is broken, I can accept it."

  "The real danger comes from the starry sky. If you don't want to become food for them to expand their power, you must find suitable allies and seize the other party's power first."

  "You are very ambitious!" Russell sighed. He suddenly thought of something and asked curiously:

  "Your cooperation with the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' was not to help Him compete for the position of 'God' from the beginning, or rather, this was not the main point of your cooperation."

  "He is the 'All-Knowing One'. You have all the 'knowledge' in the world to some extent. Will you two deduce a new combination of authority that can achieve the past beyond the known?"

  "You can guess." Renekton smiled and did not answer the question.

  Russell put away his legs, leaned back in his chair with an uncertain expression, and fell into deep thought.

  In the West District of Backlund, Yodson was in a good mood and parked on the balcony on the second floor, breathing the not-so-fresh air of Backlund in the morning and looking at the bustling streets in the distance. He planned to say goodbye to Leonard today and return to the "Golden Dream".

  After more than two months of preparation, with the help of Danitz and others, he finally completed the exploration of the treasure left by the Jacob family and obtained the characteristics of the "parasite" from Pales.

  "After this period of training, I have digested a lot of the Dream Thief's potion. Maybe in two or three months, I can start to advance to a demigod?"

  "You can let Blue help me turn the characteristics of this 'parasite' into a magical item, just like the captain. Well, Blue's level is limited. I can go back to the southern continent to find other craftsmen. The two cats are a good choice."

  Planning his visible future, Johnsen felt that he was in a very good mood today and planned to go out and find a high-end bar to have a drink.

  Maybe, I can have a good encounter after leaving Backlund. No, no, my heart belongs to the captain.

  Johnsen, who was struggling, was suddenly inspired. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky. In the not-so-thin clouds, a group of dark brown airships approached densely.

  These airships were painted with diagonal red, white, and blue logos. This is the national flag of Feysac!

  Johnsen was stunned for a second, and a string in his mind suddenly tightened. The whole person seemed to be greatly stimulated by war! Feysac withdrew from the battlefield of the southern continent because they were going to declare war on Loen!

  "Now, I have to leave Backlund and Loen now. I have no official identity here. Whether it is Feysac's army or Loen officials, I am a dangerous person who needs to be dealt with."

  "The steam train will definitely be controlled. I need to contact the captain and find someone who can roam in the spirit world to pick me up."

  While talking to himself, he saw the wind visible to the naked eye blowing from the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral. The whimpering and swirling wind turned into blue-black wind blades in the air, shooting towards the densely packed airships in the sky.

  These huge and sharp wind blades were blocked by a barrier formed by a layer of condensed morning light as soon as they approached the airships in the sky.

  At the same time, the muzzles of the airships. The machine gun muzzles and the throwing ports opened one after another, all aimed at the bottom.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  The violent wind collided with the air, making an explosion-like sound. A terrifying hurricane that could be seen with the naked eye appeared, swirling and entwining. The airflow turned rapidly in circles, turning into an unrestrained tornado!

  The hurricane suddenly rose from the ground, intercepting and tearing up all the shells and bullets tilted on the airship, and blasting a brilliant spark in the air.

  The tornado did not last too long. In less than two seconds, it rushed in all directions and turned into a terrifying blue-black storm, turning into waves that rose and fell like mountains, throwing the airships away.

  In the blue-black storm, a light that seemed to blend blood and rust flashed, instantly covering all the airships, connecting them together, forming a whole, and stabilizing in the hurricane.

  On the ground, Johnsen kept swallowing his saliva. After going through the "decryption scholar" stage, the obstruction of vision could not hinder his sight. He could easily restore the clearer battle scene in the sky in his mind.

  "A battlefield with High-Sequence Beyonders is like a moving natural disaster. Is this what the captain and his companions experienced on the battlefield?"

  "Fortunately, the captain has been promoted to 'Prophet' and can easily avoid potential dangers. Otherwise, even if he was driving the 'Golden Dream', it would be difficult for him to survive on the battlefield."  Chapter 674 After the Air Raid

  Jodson sighed with mixed feelings, and his urgency for promotion increased.

  "Compared to other ways, the requirements for the promotion ceremony for the 'parasite' with a split spirit body are higher, and a certain number of anchors are needed to support it."

  "The battlefield may be a good choice, but it is relatively dangerous. I need to seek some help."

  After muttering to himself, Jodson saw the airship fleet in the sky approaching the West District. His face turned ugly in an instant. He quickly ran into the house, packed up his things, and prepared to leave Backlund first.

  In the Hillston District, in Leppard's experimental building, Triss, wearing simple men's clothing and with smooth black hair draped behind her, walked out of the shadows.

  She looked at Leppard, who was standing by the window, gazing absentmindedly at the city outside that had just experienced a baptism of fire, and said in a flat tone:

  "Go to the southern continent. Although there is also a war there, they have been blocked in the coastal areas. Uttar Pradesh and the Pas River Valley in the inland are still safe. You can get the protection of the organization and continue to do your favorite research with peace of mind."

  Leppard shook his head, his tone was a little sad, but he seemed calm and said:

  "I am from Loen, born here and grew up here, and I have never thought of abandoning my homeland, even if, even if it is not so beautiful."

  Triss was not surprised by Leppard's reaction. This was not the first time she brought up this topic with him.

  After two seconds of silence, she walked to Leppard's side, looked at the city outside through the glass window, and said calmly:

  "But I have to leave. This place is no longer suitable for me to continue the ritual. I must leave. I will not come back before I succeed in promotion or before the opportunity for revenge appears."

  "Without my protection, you should understand what kind of situation you will be in."

  "You are leaving?" Leppard's eyes widened, revealing a rather complicated emotion, with nostalgia, reluctance, and panic.

  Triss did not look at Leppard. She didn't need to look at him to know what kind of expression he had now. She didn't like that kind of look. Not to mention that she used to be a man, even if she was really a woman, she would not fall in love with an old, ugly, and uninteresting man.

  "I just came to inform you. Just give me an answer within today. I will take the group of people who are willing to leave to the southern continent."

  After the voice fell, Triss took two steps back, and her figure quickly became transparent and disappeared from Leppard's sight.

  In the office building of the Loen Charity Student Aid Foundation in the West District, Klein rubbed his forehead with some fatigue. His good mood from the good harvest in the Ghost Empire had long since disappeared.

  If he had not arrived in time, Benson and Melissa would have fallen in the artillery fire of Feysac.

  "The war came too suddenly. It is a large-scale and comprehensive war. It is hard not to doubt whether there is the will of the one from the Southern Continent."

  "This level of war seems to just meet the ritual of the Red Priest. I have a hunch that the long-lost Red Angel Medici will become active again. Is this also in their calculations?"

  "Perhaps, I should let Melissa continue to be promoted, instead of staying at the Generalist. This sequence does not allow her to have the ability to protect herself. At least she must become a Craftsman or Astronomer. As long as she does not become a demigod, and knows the role-playing method, the Beyonder will not face too serious danger of losing control."

  Dong! Dong!

  The knock on the door interrupted Klein's muttering, and he looked in the direction of the door with some doubt.

  As soon as he approached, Audrey's figure spontaneously emerged in his mind. You came to me at this time because of the sudden outbreak of war?

  While thinking, he had already opened the door and stepped aside to make way for Audrey to walk in. He did not close the door of the office, otherwise he was worried that some rumors about his identity would spread.

  Putting a cup of freshly brewed black tea in front of Audrey, Klein sat back in his seat and asked in a calm tone:

  "Miss Audrey, are you worried about the war?"

  Audrey nodded, with a sad face and a low mood, and said:

  "Mr. 'World', why do you think the war broke out so suddenly?"

  She directly called him "Mr. World" instead of Klein's current identity, indicating that she would rather talk to him as a member of the Tarot Club.

  Klein nodded, leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, and said carefully:

  "From the perspective of war, surprise will achieve better results."

  "But more broadly speaking, this is an irreconcilable contradiction between the Seven Gods. Of course, it may also be that the Southern Continent has given Feysac an irresistible condition, allowing them to attack Loen and force the Storm Church to return for assistance. Or perhaps, it is both."

  "Irreconcilable contradictions between the Seven Gods"

  Audrey whispered to herself. She did not ask about this topic. She intuitively thought that this might involve some secrets at the top of the sequence and some plans of Mr. Fool.

  After two seconds of silence, she asked again:

  "Will this war develop to the same level as the Southern Continent and Intis?"

  Klein nodded gently and said: "Perhaps it will be more intense than the current situation in the Southern Continent."     In essence, this war is a conflict between the "God of War" and the "Goddess of Night". It is caused by the uniqueness of the God of Death and is irreconcilable. No one will make a concession. In the end, there is a high probability that a war between gods will occur. A war that sweeps the world and involves all levels has begun.

  Sighing, he looked at "Justice" Audrey and asked calmly:

  "Are you worried that Loen will fail in the war and be occupied by Feysac?"

  "Justice" Audrey's expression was slightly complicated, and she nodded slightly.

  In the southern continent, Renekton and Roselle, who had returned to the Paz Valley, stayed at the Port of Orleston on the coast of the Violent Sea. This is one of the few well-preserved ports in the southern continent and is also the main battlefield for the next battle.

  Behind the street near the dock area, a church-style building with a rather mysterious style stood quietly on the edge of the square surrounded by purple irises.

  This is a church belonging to the "Knowledgeable", which is managed by the Church of Knowledge, which is led by the Moss Ascetic Order and integrates some of the Spiritual Cult and the Dawn of Elements.

  At present, they are mainly distributed in the important cities of the Pars River Valley and Uttar Pradesh, as well as the coastal areas that are the main battlefields against Intis.

  Under the church, at the end of the corridor with bright yellow lamps on both sides, a golden door made of bronze metal and engraved with many strange symbols and magic signs is constantly emitting wisps of light white mist, carrying the breath of coldness and death.

  These light white mists quickly melted under the bright yellow light, leaving no trace.

  On the other side of the corridor, Renekton took the golden crown inlaid with many gems that he got from the "Ghost Empire", calmly glanced at the bronze door that was constantly emitting light white mist, and turned to enter a room next to it.

  In the empty room, stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

  These stars cast one after another brilliance, intersecting into mottled floating light and shadows, covering the entire room.

  Click! Click!

  The crisp sound of breaking continued to ring in the room. The crown held by Renekton was broken into pieces, disintegrated in an instant, and turned into pieces of crumbs.

  As the crown was disintegrated by Renekton, pale golden fluorescence continued to separate from the void at the original position of the crown, and continued to float in the room covered by mottled light and shadow.

  These floating pale golden fluorescences twisted into golden vortices from time to time, vortices full of chaos!

  The extremely heavy and majestic aura spread out of thin air, causing the mottled light and shadows surrounding it to shake, and chaos of varying sizes continued to appear.

  Starlight continued to scatter, quickly filling the gaps caused by the "chaos" around.

  Renekton watched this scene expressionlessly. Silently, his eyes became dry and dark. Many strange three-dimensional patterns intertwined, outlining one eye after another on his body. Threads of blackness flowed out of his body, interweaving into an exaggerated black robe, and growing one after another of eyes that flashed pure light and were cold and indifferent.

  Each eye reflected a brilliant starry sky, overflowing with dark blue or light purple starlight, which continued to sink and evolved into a "wilderness" of floating light and shadow.

  As this "wilderness" appeared, Renekton raised his hand and tugged at the floating light golden fluorescence. A twisted golden color was torn out of it and thrown into the floating "wilderness" of light and shadow, burying it deeply.

  The remaining light golden dots were gathered in his hands and quickly condensed into a silver-white paper with many strange golden words drawn on it.

  Renekton's figure blurred for a moment, then returned to normal. The surrounding "wilderness" and starlight disappeared in an instant, as if it was just an illusion.

  Taking a step forward, his body instantly disintegrated into countless complex and pure knowledge, rushing out of the basement like a torrent.

  In the dock area, in the captain's room of the "Dawn" docked at the port, countless knowledge passed through the windows, door panels, and walls, poured into the captain's room, and reconstructed Renekton's body.

  He casually threw the silver-white paper in his hand to Roselle and said,

  "This contains the characteristics of two 'Balancers'. You can separate one and give it to Nast if he needs it."

  Roselle shook his head and said,

  "He probably won't choose to jump. Of course, as a friendly force, I still have to ask. Maybe, he will be my Angel of Entropy in the future. Well, this name seems a bit strange. You can also call him a Fallen Angel or a Corrupted Angel." Chapter 675 Monday

  Restraining his increasingly drifting thoughts, Roselle briefly looked at the silver-white paper with the evolved characteristics of the "Hand of Order" in his hand, threw it to Renekton and said:

  "Help me make it into a magical item, preferably a device that can be directly installed on this mechanical puppet."

  "This is another price." Renekton took it expressionlessly, without giving Roselle a chance to reply, he continued:

  "Feysac attacked Backlund. It can be predicted that George III will take this opportunity to declare war on Feysac and promote the further fermentation of the war."

  "It's not that easy to be the 'Black Emperor'." Roselle sneered, and then asked anxiously: "Speaking of this, when are you going to help me resurrect?"

  Renekton answered without hesitation: "Of course, when I go to war with 'Steam', you are my most successful secret weapon."

  "You want me to stab Him in the back at the most critical moment?" Roselle asked back, and then shook his head:

  "It's not easy. The resurrection of the Black Emperor is very noisy. Even if the progress is accelerated, it will not be completed in an instant."

  "So, you intend to use my resurrection to force Him to launch a divine war against you. Are you sure?"

  "I can't be sure what choice Steam will make. Everything is uncertain before things really happen. If He and the Eternal Sun exchange opponents, it will be interesting."

  Renekton shook his head and responded in a very calm tone.

  While speaking, he disintegrated the silver-white paper in his hand, turning it into countless pale golden light spots, wandering in the air, outlining one word after another composed of strange symbols, like compiling a strict and tight law.

  After reaching a certain limit, these golden strange words surged like water, slowly flowing into the body of Roselle's mechanical puppet.

  Following closely behind, there were bright stars one after another, which connected with each other to form a pair of eyes, slowly projected onto Roselle's body, and then disappeared.

  After doing all this, Renekton calmly said:

  "This is only effective temporarily. The seal needs to be strengthened and parts replaced regularly. Your mechanical doll body and your mental state are not enough to withstand the characteristics of the 'Hand of Order', especially when there is a djinn by your side."

  "Djinn? Heh. Is that guy really related to the two paths of 'Judge'?"

  After a pause, Russell continued to add:

  "I have long felt that the aura of that guy is somewhat familiar, but the effect of the wishing lamp is to fulfill other people's wishes, which is somewhat intriguing."

  "Although the 'Black Emperor' can do similar things to a certain extent by relying on the ability to distort and disrupt rules, the act of making a wish always reminds people of the 'Miracle Master'."

  "Heh, I seem to understand something."

  "Now that you understand, stay away from that lamp and be careful not to be contaminated unknowingly."

  After warning Russell, Renekton turned around and prepared to leave the "Dawn".

  "Wait a minute, there is something I need to give you." Russell called Renekton.

  He turned back with some curiosity and looked at Roselle, and saw that the other party raised his hand and took out a golden box from the void. It was a box that Renekton was familiar with. Bernadette had used it to store the Pale Death before.

  Under his gaze, Roselle opened the golden box, took out a silver-white mask with white feathers on the side as decoration, handed it to Renekton and said:

  "To be honest, your aesthetic taste is really not that good, but since you helped me get a copy of the characteristics of the 'Hand of Order', in return, this mask belongs to you. It won't be long before the one who is being promoted to the 'Archon of Death' can move towards the 'Pale Emperor'."

  "Of course, the treaty he promised before is still valid."

  Renekton nodded, took the silver-white mask, and said casually:

  "I asked Bernadette to help me pick up some people from Backlund. At her speed, she should be arriving here soon. You'd better leave the 'Dawn' first to avoid a head-on collision with the Wishing Lamp, otherwise the genie will think that he has been deceived by me, and it will be difficult to cooperate with Him in the future." As

  soon as the voice fell, his body instantly became virtual, decomposing into streams of information, and the "Dawn" rushed out from the windows, walls, ceiling and other places.

  On the street outside the dock of Orleston Harbor, a seabird flew over Renekton's head very conspicuously, with a very obvious dark circle on its right eye.

  "This guy, instead of preparing his own ceremony, is actively active on battlefields everywhere. I don't know what he is planning."

  With a low sigh, Renekton turned and walked towards the Church of Knowledge on the other side of the square.

  Above the gray-white mist that spread to the edge, in the magnificent and ancient palace that seemed like the residence of gods, Renekton, Klein, and Azik sat in their respective seats and talked in deep voices about the content of the war.

  "Fenetorte has also joined the war. The 'Mother Goddess of the Earth' finally chose to help the 'God of War'. Renburg, Masi, Segar and other places have all been attacked by Fenetorte."     "Things happened so fast that people almost ignored the war between Intis and the Southern Continent."

  Klein sighed as he spoke of the information he had collected, his expression quite complicated.

  Azik nodded without much expression, and followed Klein's words to explain:

  "'Mother Earth' and 'God of War' are mother and son. Although they sometimes do not seem to be so familiar and tacit, this is normal for the gods, especially since 'Mother Earth' still controls the 'Mother' path."

  After the voice fell, he turned his head to look at Renekton and asked sincerely:

  "I have basically stabilized my condition. Does the war between the Southern Continent and Intis need some additional assistance?"

  Renekton shook his head and said:

  "Not for the time being. Intis's army is blocked on the coastline. Without the assistance of the Storm Church, it will be difficult for them to land."

  Klein coughed lightly, looked at Azik calmly and said:

  "Mr. Azik, I may need some assistance later, but I don't necessarily need you to be there in person. By then, I should have been promoted to Sequence Three 'Ancient Scholar' and can summon your historical projection."

  Relying on his previous gains in the "Ghost Empire", he had already exchanged two Flocculated Hearts of the Mist Wolf from the Goddess of Night in the form of sacrifice.

  I probably understand the name of Wolf Destroyer. Even for the Orthodox Church, the materials for the potion at the third level of the sequence are quite precious. The goddess gave me two without any doubt or hesitation. Even though I exchanged them with things of equal value, the Church did not have much demand for things of the "Judge" path.

  As his thoughts floated, he heard Azik's response:

  "No problem. I will seek the help of the 'Secret' at that time to awaken my self-consciousness in the projection of history."

  The three of them continued to discuss the topic of war for a while. Klein looked at the pocket watch in his hand. When the time came to three o'clock in the afternoon, he pulled up all the members of the Tarot Club through the connection of the crimson star.

  A series of crimson lights rose up and quickly solidified into blurred figures on both sides of the bronze long table.

  As the crimson light rose, the figures of Renekton and Azik also became blurred one after another. The gloomy and restrained figure of "The World" appeared at the bottom of the mottled long table.

  Audrey Justice was still the first to stand up. She lifted her skirt and saluted the Fool at the top.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

  The sudden outbreak of war in Loen made her unable to relax and enjoy herself as before. Her greeting was still respectful, but it seemed much calmer.

  Everyone stood up and saluted. After nodding to each other, they sat down one after another. Everyone noticed that Mr. Death, who had not attended the Tarot Club for a long time, had also appeared today.

  Mr. Death seemed to be different from before, mainly in temperament. He was more stern and more like a noble and indifferent superior. Audrey Justice instinctively interpreted it in her mind.

  Another newcomer? But he acted too calmly, not like a newcomer at all. Leonard Star sighed curiously in his heart. He was also curious about it. Judgement Hugh. Because he had been absent from the Tarot Club for a long time, Fors had not introduced Mr. Death to her before.

  The Fool Klein looked around and saw that no one had Roselle's diary or other things to explain first, so he spoke directly:

  "You can start."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the Magician Fors, who had been acting a little nervous since just now, raised his hand, as if he had made a great decision, and said:

  "Everyone, I have a commission. This is relatively dangerous. It involves demigods, and there may even be the attention of great beings."

  "Which church or hidden organization's demigod do you want to hunt?"

  "The Aurora Society or the Gnosis Society? Or, the Tamara family? Only they have demigods in the 'apprentice' path."

  The Chariot Anderson almost took the conversation without interruption. He was somewhat interested in Miss Magician's mission, but he was more curious than wanting to accept the mission. He couldn't even touch the shadow of a demigod in the 'apprentice' path who came and went freely.

  The Magician Fors was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Mr. Chariot to guess the commission she wanted to issue so easily.

  She laughed helplessly, and then continued:

  "The Aurora Society is now the new religion in the southern continent. The target of my commission is the 'Secret Saint' Butis."

  While speaking, she carefully looked at Renekton, a little afraid that after the Tarot meeting, this powerful and mysterious Mr. "White Tower" would appear directly in front of her.