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 Chapter 716 Celebration

  "Emperor!" Cattleya was slightly surprised and saluted to greet the other party.

  Roselle nodded slightly, and Cattleya's salute was naturally stopped by him. Then he greeted her like an elder:

  "Don't be so polite, you must be Cattleya, I often hear Bernadette mention you."

  "You are more stable than she described. You are already a 'Master of Prophecy' at such a young age. When I was your age, I was just promoted to 'Mystic Scholar'."

  Then he turned to look at Frank and said with a smile:

  "You are right. The greening of this city is indeed a problem. Neither I nor the 'Knowledgeable' have the authority related to life. We can't make this city full of flowers and grow trees."

  Frank was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the topic to suddenly shift to himself, and he didn't expect that what he just said was heard by the great Emperor Roselle who had become a true god.

  After swallowing his saliva, Frank suddenly felt stuttering, and explained in a somewhat helpless manner:

  "Ro, Emperor Roselle, I just said it casually. Just like Nina said, not everyone likes an environment full of plants."

  Roselle shook his head and smiled:

  "Relax a little, don't be so nervous, this is just a projection, come and see the little girl who is a little reckless in Bernadette's mouth."

  "There is nothing wrong with what you said just now. Appropriate green embellishment will make people happy physically and mentally, and it will also make this city more livable. If you have any ideas, you can provide some suitable plant seeds to help improve the environment of this city."

  No, he didn't. Cattleya opened her mouth, but finally didn't say this sentence. She was a little worried that Frank's aesthetics would turn this "God-given City" into a mushroom city.

  After returning, I will talk to Frank and ask him to show me the seeds before providing them. Although his mushrooms are unlikely to cause large-scale mutations in such a place, he himself is likely to be arrested as a terrorist.

  "Someone's coming again." After muttering to himself, Roselle turned to look at Cattleya and said,

  "You can go towards the direction of the Municipal Square. There are more novel and fun things there."

  As soon as he finished speaking, his figure merged into the city like a shadow, and into the underlying rules.

  It was a long time after Roselle's figure completely disappeared that the people on the Future breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other and sighed:

  "I never thought that one day I would be able to see a living, no, real Emperor Roselle, and be able to talk to him."

  "Shit, you didn't dare to say a word just now, your legs were shaking so much that you almost peed your pants."

  "I've decided, I want to change my beliefs, compared to the 'Lord of the Storm', a legendary figure like Emperor Roselle is more worthy of my faith and worship!"

  Ignoring the pirates who were making a lot of noise around her, Nina patted her chest, which was a bit unfair, and let out a long breath:

  "I was scared to death. Emperor Roselle behaved so kindly, but I still couldn't control my heartbeat. The feeling was even more terrifying and depressing than facing those monsters in the deep sea."

  Cattleya nodded slightly and explained calmly:

  "Even if it's just a projection, the status won't decay. If you're a 'lawyer' path, you can feel more, and you might faint on the spot."

  At this point, Cattleya remembered that there was a cat of the 'sheriff' path as an adjacent path near her ship, and Pas might also be able to feel some breaths that ordinary extraordinary people can't feel.

  While thinking, she looked around with some worry, looking for Pas's figure, and finally saw Pas lying on the ground under a metal street lamp pole at the corner of the street.

  The spiritual intuition of the "master of prophecy" allowed her to judge Pas's state at the first time. It had been frightened and fainted.

  On the other side of the city, Roselle, who had just disappeared, appeared in a magnificent palace and sat on the high-backed chair at the top.

  "Those little guys are really cute. They believed me when I said I was just a projection."

  He whispered to himself, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled it out of thin air.

  Figures that were either dazed or calm emerged out of thin air. They were directly transferred by Roselle from various places in the city.

  Klein, who was still in the image of Gehrman Sparrow, was stunned for a moment, holding a string of candied haws from a street shop.

  Fortunately, there was no such thing as candied haws in this world before, otherwise my image as a cold adventurer would be ruined.

  After muttering to himself, he looked around calmly and found many familiar figures in the hall:

  Ms. Arianna, the head of the Night Monastery, the blood-red blood clan, the tall bishop of the Earth Church who was as tall as a half-giant, the old man wearing the robe of the pastor of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" Church, the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette, and even the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros under the seat of the "True Creator".

  Roselle, who was sitting at the top, raised his right hand and said in a deep and majestic tone:

  "Since you are here, you are friends. Everyone, please take a seat."

  As he finished speaking, chairs appeared out of thin air on both sides of the hall, filled with fruits, cakes and drinks, which seemed to have been prepared long ago.

  Klein glanced around and finally chose the seat to Arianna's left.

  After sitting down, he turned sideways and nodded slightly to her, saying, "Long time no see, Ms. Arianna."     "Long time no see, Mr. Sparrow."

  Arianna nodded gently and replied, not confused by Klein's current appearance.

  As expected, the disguise of the "Faceless Man" had no effect in the eyes of this secret angel. It was also true that the Church of the Night had trained fortune tellers, and the goddess was once the subordinate god of the "Destruction Wolf", so she was very familiar with this disguise ability.

  While thinking, he saw the blood-red eyes and the rich breath of life on the body sitting on his left.

  Before he could think of how to greet him, the other party spoke first:

  "German Sparrow? You are indeed a believer of the "Fool", or more accurately, a follower."

  "I am Feodor, the Duke of the "Red Moon" of the blood clan. On behalf of the blood clan and the ancestor, I came to participate in this celebration initiated by the "Black Emperor" and the "Hermit."

  Klein maintained the cold expression of German Sparrow, nodded gently, and said nothing.

  No wonder there were no royal families from Loen and Feysac, nor were there any churches from the Eternal Sun and the Lord of Storms. The so-called celebration was essentially a celebration banquet.

  As his thoughts drifted, he saw Roselle, who was at the top, standing up from his high-backed chair. In his hand, he had a crystal wine glass filled with crimson liquid, which he raised to everyone present.

  "This cup, to celebrate our victory!"

  The celebration in Myris lasted until the next morning, and everyone dragged their tired bodies back to the hotel and the rooms they had arranged. This was not the end, and the festival for ordinary people was still going on. As a compensation after the war, the celebration would last for a total of five days, allowing everyone to completely relax and forget the sorrow brought by the war.

  Klein yawned and took the ferry back to the port of Russell. Although he was already a Sequence 3 Saint, he was still not used to this kind of life of staying up late to drink and celebrate.

  After leaving the port, he randomly found an empty street and prayed to himself and responded to himself, leaving South Intis and returning to Backlund.

  Feeling the solemn and depressed atmosphere of the city, Klein felt as if he had suddenly woken up from a dream.

  "In fact, this is the reality of this world. The celebration and excitement of Myris is just a superficial appearance, an explosion after long-term repression. When the celebration is over and they return to their empty homes, their hearts will settle down again."

  Renekton's voice suddenly echoed, and his figure was outlined beside Klein. Looking at the depressed and dilapidated capital of Ten Thousand Capitals, Backlund, he sighed in a low voice.

  Klein turned his head to glance at Renekton and asked with some confusion:

  "Since it's just an appearance, why spend so much manpower and resources to hold a five-day celebration instead of taking the time to recover from the war?"

  Renekton smiled and replied: "People always need some laughter when they are alive. They need to forget their worries and sorrows and laugh or cry. Of course, the more important thing is that the war has not spread to Intis."

  Klein nodded lightly and sighed. He did not continue the topic and asked, "How did you get here?"

  Renekton said without any fluctuation in his tone:

  "Horamic Hayden, the head of the Backlund Diocese of the Steam Church, the archbishop, and a member of the God's Council."

  "He disappeared after the end of the God War in the Star Realm. Also missing with him were the seals above level 2 stored in the basement of the Backlund Steam Church, and various data files kept by the church."

  Klein was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of a mirror that had been trying to please him.

  Renekton added at the right time: "Among the sealed objects taken away by Horamick Hayden, there is also your bootlicker, 'Magic Mirror' Arrodes."

  Klein's mouth twitched, and he wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a point to refute, so he asked:

  "Can you find the archbishop of the Steam Church?"

  "Why do you think I'm here?" Renekton asked back with his head tilted.

  "Okay."

  Klein sighed and nodded, reaching out to take out a dressing mirror that he had touched from the historical pores, and stretched out his hand to draw a symbol on the mirror that mixed "secret" and "peeping".

  As the symbol was outlined, there was no change on the mirror.

  "Arrodes is no longer in Backlund."  Chapter 717: News from Arrodes

  Sighing, Klein pried a trace of power from the gray mist and merged it into the dressing mirror in his hand.

  Almost in the next moment, the mirror surface began to ripple, and golden Rune words emerged one after another:

  "Great, supreme master, you finally came to see me!"

  "Your humble, loyal, poor servant Arrodes missed you so much!"

  Klein's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to throw the dressing mirror in his hand. He glanced at Renekton and asked casually:

  "Where were you taken?"

  The golden words on the mirror disappeared, and soon silver words emerged one by one:

  "I don't know either. This place is very strange. It's not a normal world. What I can see is very limited."

  "Great supreme master, please come and save me. Horamic Hayden has gone crazy. He is now a monster. He actually ate those dangerous seals one bite at a time. If I stay any longer, he will eat me."

  Klein frowned slightly. He felt a hint of crying in Arrodes' answer. This magic mirror with no bottom line seemed to be about to cry. If it had a mouth and could make sounds.

  There aren't many things that Arrodes can't see clearly. In addition to the true gods and normal angels, he can even spy on the crazy Zaratul. Is this related to Horamik's madness? Is it a chain reaction caused by the disappearance of the "God of Steam and Machinery"?

  While thinking, he looked at Renekton and asked in a low voice: "What do you think?"

  Renekton clasped his hands and replied: "Use your eyes to see."

  Klein choked and didn't even want to complain. After a pause, he stared at Renekton's eyes.

  Renekton's light blue eyes became extremely deep, stained with a thin layer of silver, and his eyes were vast, like the sea before a storm.

  He borrowed the "prophecy" ability of the "Prophet Master" from the astral body!

  In this state, his eyes penetrated the reality and saw the illusory silver river of fate. Through the connection brought by Arrodes, he peeked into the secrets of fate. Pictures emerged in his mind:

  Under the dark sky, colorful meteors streaked across the sky. One of them was getting closer and brighter, and finally hit a steam train parked on the track.

  Amid the rumbling sound, the ground kept shaking, the colors became fainter and faded, and the steam train seemed to be erased bit by bit by an invisible eraser, fading away quickly. The surrounding plants, the soil, bricks and rails on the ground all disintegrated silently, turning into pieces of debris and scattered, leaving only a huge pit in the original place.

  The picture floated for a while, and in the deep night dotted with stars, an old man wearing a white priest robe and a clergyman's soft hat walked out of the darkness. He had a very gentle and kind face, but his expression was extremely serious.

  Behind him, there were several old men who looked exactly like him, but their attire and temperament were different. They were not like real people, lacking the necessary agility and freshness.

  They held boxes made of metal and engraved with many complex and strange inscriptions, and boarded a dark steam train that reflected the metallic luster one after another.

  With the sound of the whistle and the sound of the steam engine starting, the dark steam train started moving on the silver track paved with starlight, heading towards a void starry sky where electromagnetic and gravitational forces intertwined.

  The void starry sky seen through the "prophecy" continued to expand in Renekton's mind, as if to occupy all his thoughts.

  In the haze, he seemed to be in the real starry sky, seeing countless stars that were either bright or dim. They gathered into a bright galaxy, intertwined into a magnificent nebula that was difficult to describe, and grew twisted faces, tentacles and claws.

  At the same time, eyes began to cast down from the starry sky, looking at the ground, looking at Renekton.

  A pair of cold, indifferent, eyelash-less eyes with countless bright stars appeared behind Renekton.

  The next second, his figure instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless starlight, and then quickly recovered. All the abnormalities disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

  Klein looked at Renekton, whose face gradually became serious, and asked, "What did you see?"

  Renekton shook his head and did not answer directly. Instead, he said,

  "Your mirror will probably not be found for a while. That thing can run and is dangerous. Even for angels, facing it directly may be contaminated."

  "I am just a trumpet now. Although I can borrow power from the astral world at any time, it is not convenient after all. With the other party's deliberate avoidance, I may not be able to catch it quickly."

  "It? Is it not the archbishop of the Steam Church? Or is it like Arrodes said, "He has gone completely crazy and turned into a monster?"

  Klein keenly grasped the key point and asked aloud, while looking down at the dressing mirror in his hand, wondering what kind of answer Arrodes would give.

  "Great Master, I don't know what state Horamick Haydon is in now, or what his relationship is with that thing. Many things cannot be seen or said. I can only give a hint: it's all related to the starry sky."

  "Great Supreme Master, you, you will save me, right?"     The starry sky again. What kind of danger is there in the starry sky? As the thought floated in his mind, Klein suddenly had a dangerous intuition in his heart. He stopped thinking reflexively and focused on Arrodes' request, no longer thinking about the starry sky.

  Looking at the tone of grievance and tears revealed in Arrodes' words, he sighed and said,

  "If there is a suitable opportunity."

  "Great master, he came to find me. I can't stay here anymore. Goodbye, master~, your loyal servant Arrodes is waiting for your summons at any time."

  On the mirror, one word after another in Loen language floated up, followed by a little man waving a handkerchief and shedding tears.

  This scene lasted for less than a second before it all dissipated. The abnormal atmosphere on the dressing mirror returned to calm, and it turned back into an ordinary mirror.

  Klein sighed, made the dressing mirror in his hand disappear, turned his head to look at Renekton and said,

  "I wanted to ask it something. It seems that the changes in Archbishop Horamick have made it feel scared."

  After a pause, he continued, "When do you plan to find the archbishop who escaped with the seal? Also, what is the current situation of Intis and Feysac?"

  "I'm already looking for it. It's hiding on purpose, so it won't be found so quickly."

  After a simple answer, Renekton stepped to the side, and dots of starlight sprinkled down, forming a starry high-back chair behind him. After sitting down, he continued,

  "With early preparations, the split of Intis went smoothly. After all, Roselle's popularity in Intis has not faded with the passage of time. He is still a legend, and now he is a living legend."

  "Some of the middle and high-level members of the Steam Church are willing to follow Bonova and go south, some are unwilling to make changes, and some have begun to believe in the 'God of Craftsmen'. 'Steam' has been prepared for this. Even if we lose the war and the church splits, there will not be too many extreme people willing to sacrifice their lives. In order to maintain the stability on the surface, I acquiesce to this situation."

  "The treatment of 'Night' is similar to mine, but because the 'God of War' died more thoroughly and did not reserve enough backup plans, the Church of the God of War has been completely taken over, and the middle and high-level members who are very devout in their faith have been cleared out. It's just that the people of Feysac have not been told that the 'God of War' has been replaced by 'Night'."

  Klein nodded and sighed, "This is the best choice. Now everyone and all forces need stability, and it will take some time to recover."

  Renekton nodded slightly and said, "Do you have any other questions?"

  Klein paused for a moment, then asked, "Who is the 'Mother Goddess of the Earth'?"

  "It's not hard to guess. He is always caring for the blood race, either openly or secretly, although in the eyes of most people and gods, He just wants to swallow up and control this ancient race."

  "Also, the title of 'Goddess of Night' no longer exists in the honorific name of 'Lord of Crimson'."

  As soon as Renekton finished speaking, Klein suddenly realized and blurted out: "Lilith?"

  Silently, the surroundings suddenly became quiet for a moment. On the ground and in the corners of the wall, little by little, green sprouts emerged, and the insects hiding underground also crawled out.

  A hidden gaze came from the astral realm, swept over, and then retracted.

  Gu~~

  Klein's throat moved, and he swallowed the saliva that was unconsciously secreted from his mouth. Although it was only a moment, he clearly felt the terrifying gaze from the infinite height, and the blood in his body seemed to coagulate.

  "Next time, remember to cast a layer of secrecy on yourself before you say these names."

  After giving a warning, Renekton's figure faded and decomposed into streams of information, flowing into the distance and disappearing from Klein's sight.

  "Poor Arrodes, I hope that this mirror that tries so hard to please me will not be eaten before I find the Archbishop of the Steam Church."

  Looking at Renekton's disappearing figure, Klein sighed in a low voice, then turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the street corner.

  The rumbling sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails continued to echo, and the dark and mottled light and shadows were reflected into the interior of the carriage through the glass windows, vaguely illuminating the simply furnished carriage.

  On the wooden table fixed at the bottom of the carriage, there was an old silver mirror with a strange pattern quietly placed. Black gems were decorated as "eyes" on both sides of the mirror, which looked vivid and vaguely revealed an anxious mood, as if nervously looking around.  Chapter 718 Monday

  Silently, a rusty face was reflected on the mirror.

  The facial features were all tilted and twisted abnormally, stained with a layer of dark red rust like dried blood. One eye popped out, and the other eye was abnormally shrunken. The

  face lacked expression, like a low-quality doll barely made of flesh and blood and discarded rusty materials.

  It had no body to support it, only a head floating in the air with the back half missing. The crooked mouth opened and closed, making a low and hoarse voice:

  "Who are you communicating with?"

  On the mirror it was staring at, a circle of water ripples swayed, and one after another Rune words flowing with bright red blood emerged:

  "There is no one else here except you."

  "Who are you communicating with? With whom? With whom!!"

  The strange head floating in the air did not care about the answer that appeared on the mirror, and continued to ask, the tone became more and more excited, and finally turned into a roar.

  The silver mirror placed on the table was rippled again, and the bright red words on it changed:

  "This is the second question. According to the principle of equivalent exchange, you need to answer me a question first."

  "You, are not Horamick Hayden, are you?"

  The roaring head suddenly stopped, looking at the words appearing on the silver mirror in an unusually quiet manner, motionless, with no expression on his face, as if frozen in place.

  After an unknown amount of time, the head suddenly became hideous, with black hair entangled and continuously extending, turning into black cables, like flexible tentacles, wrapping the silver mirror in front of him, and sending it to his mouth where black oil-like liquid was constantly dripping.

  Boom!

  A silver-white electric light appeared out of thin air in the carriage, striking the head floating in the air with cables growing out of it.

  The arc of electricity kept jumping, and pieces of iron-black debris fell from the head. The flesh on the surface of the head became charred and fell off piece by piece, revealing the mechanical parts underneath.

  On both sides of the silver mirror wrapped in black cables, a pair of illusory little hands condensed and dissipated, and the scarlet words on the mirror surface floated up again:

  "The punishment is over, second question."

  "You are not a creature of this world, you are a stowaway, a stowaway parasitic on Horamik Hayden, right?"

  "Hehe~"

  As the epidermis peeled off, the human head that turned into a mechanical sphere with black cables grew out of it uttered a few hoarse low laughs and brought the wrapped silver mirror closer, as if looking into the mirror face to face.

  After a while, the mechanical sphere seemed to have regained some sanity, put down the silver mirror, and whispered like an old man:

  "No, I am Horamick Hayden, an honorary professor of physics at Backlund University, the archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Steam Church, and a member of the former council of my Lord God."

  As it spoke, its tone gradually became crazy:

  "Do you know what waves are? The world we see is just an appearance. It is the feedback given to the brain after the changes in waves are received by our bodies. The essence of the world is countless waves of different frequencies and amplitudes mixed together."

  "Information is also a kind of wave, so you can't hide your communication with the outside world from me."

  The carriage suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that there was no breathing.

  On the surface of the silver magic mirror, silver-white words appeared one by one:

  "The great Arrodes knows everything."

  "Your questions have been answered, do you have any questions?"

  In Loen, a coast of the Disi Bay, the bright and blazing afternoon sun suddenly dimmed, and a series of starlight fell from the sky, turning into bright starlight, surging and circling on the sea.

  The starlight flickered for a while, then turned into pieces of starlight and reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

  Looking at the waves hitting the beach in front of him, he lowered his head and sighed:

  "It ran away again. Although it has been circling, I can almost figure out its destination. It is southwest of Feynaport. I wonder what is attracting it there."

  He looked up at the sun above his head and estimated that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time for this week's Tarot Club.

  He shook his head, letting the green pea vines fall down, quickly submerging his figure and disappearing on the real beach.

  Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence, deep red lights rose on time, condensing into blurry human figures on both sides of the mottled long table.

  Klein looked around at everyone and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

  War is indeed the best way to promote people's growth, but it is a bit too cruel. Now the weakest in the Tarot Club are already Sequence 5 Beyonders, and most of them have passed the level of half-human and half-god.     While he was thinking, Audrey the Justice had already stood up and bowed to the figure at the head of the mottled long table, saying,

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

  Audrey's tone was no longer as relaxed as before. Although the war was over, and both the North Continent and the South Continent, as well as the Five Seas, had fallen into a rare period of peace and stability, her heart was still heavy. Like most people, she had not yet fully recovered from the war.

  After everyone saluted and nodded to each other, Klein leaned back in his chair and nodded gently, saying,

  "You guys can start."

  The first to speak was Leonard the Star. He looked around and coughed lightly, saying,

  "According to the information I have learned, more than one divine war took place before. Among them, the ones who appeared in Backlund, Loen, Feysac, and Feynaport were the 'Goddess of Night', the 'God of War', and the 'Emperor Mother Goddess'. As for the result, I think everyone knows it well."

  Cattleya, the Hermit, glanced at Leonard meaningfully, and then continued his words, saying,

  "On the Raging Sea, there was also a battle between the 'Eternal Blazing Sun', the 'Lord of Storms', and the 'True Creator'. The process is unknown, but the result is obvious."

  "Besides that, I understand that there was also a war of gods in the astral plane. The Hidden Sage and the returning Emperor Roselle defeated the God of Steam and Machinery and became a true God of Sequence 0 who mastered two paths. He called himself the All-Knowing One."

  After a short silence, Alger raised his hand, straightened his body, and said in a slightly heavy tone:

  "The atmosphere in the upper echelons of the Church of Storms has been very heavy recently, even a little weird. The Lord of Storms sent down an oracle and changed the honorific name used when praying to Him and offering sacrifices. At the same time, the frequency of His response to prayers has also decreased."

  "The Lord of Storms changed his honorific name. What did he change it to?" Anderson asked curiously.

  Alger glanced at Anderson and was about to answer when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Mr. Fool at the top making a move. He immediately gathered his thoughts and looked up.

  Shrouded in the gray fog, Klein leaned back in his chair and smiled leisurely,

  "He lost the status of Sequence 0."

  As he finished speaking, the Tarot Club fell into a strange silence, and no one spoke.

  This was the first time since the Fifth Epoch that a war of gods had broken out, and it was so intense that two of the original seven gods had fallen, and one had fallen from the status. As her thoughts drifted, Cattleya subconsciously turned her head to glance at Renekton across from her.

  The latter leaned back in his chair leisurely, looking like he didn't care about the issues they were discussing, and he already knew all of this.

  Sensing Cattleya's gaze, Renekton looked back and guessed what she was thinking. He chuckled and said,

  "Although many things happened at once, it was very chaotic and intense, but everything can be traced. This war involving many parties is the result of the promotion of the symbolic realm, the spiritual realm and the real realm. It is the best result to end it so quickly."

  "The key to this war is the 'Mother Earth', which involves a conspiracy that has been laid out for two or three thousand years."

  "Why?" Cattleya asked subconsciously.

  "Sun" Derrick raised his hand and said, "I roughly know why."

  "You?" "Moon" Emlyn asked back with a hint of sarcasm.

  Everyone looked over, with doubts and questions.

  Seeing the topic develop to this point, Klein manipulated the trumpet "World" to speak: "He does know."

  With the assurance of "World", the Tarot Club members became more curious about the information that "Sun" Derrick knew. "Magician" Fors couldn't help but ask:

  "Why?"

  "Sun" Derrick looked around at everyone, and then said:

  "'Mother Earth' is not the Giant Queen Omybella. The real Omybella has died long ago, and Her remains are in the City of Silver."

  Gulp~ The sound of swallowing saliva was unusually obvious in the quiet hall.

  After a long silence, "Tank" Anderson murmured to himself as if he found it difficult to accept the news:

  "How is this possible? If the 'Mother Goddess of the Earth' is not Omybella, how did she hide it from the Seven Gods? Especially the 'God of War', they are mother and son."

  Renekton chuckled and said, "Nothing is impossible."

  "Among the known great beings, there is a 'Mother of Secrets', and an 'Ancient Sun God' who once possessed the 'wrong' power."

  "Magician" Fors took a deep breath and sighed, "What a terrible conspiracy."

  "Tank" Anderson leaned back against the chair with his head raised, looking as if he didn't want to think about it anymore, and sighed softly:

  "No wonder the Earth Church in the southern continent has always had an ambiguous attitude towards the new regime. The 'True Creator' who inherited the legacy of the 'Ancient Sun God' must also know this secret."

  "Hehe, I suddenly feel that the 'God of War' and the 'Lord of the Storm' deserved to lose, or rather, the 'Lord of the Storm' who survived the war of gods is already very powerful."  Chapter 719 The Earth and the Moon

  "The Moon" Emlyn looked around and finally his eyes fell on Renekton. He asked with curiosity:

  "So, who is the current 'Mother Earth'?"

  Renekton looked at Emlyn and asked in return: "Don't the existence of so many vampires in the Church of the Earth make you think of anything?" Emlyn was silent for a while

  and shook his head in confusion. He already had some vague ideas and guesses in his mind, but he didn't dare to believe them.

  Seeing that everyone was very interested in this topic, Klein manipulated the "world" Gehrman Sparrow and said,

  "I can give you some hints."

  "'Earth' and 'Moon' are two adjacent pathways."

  "It is rumored that in the Second Age, the ancient god Lilith, who represented the 'Moon', fell due to the betrayal of the Giant King, but He occasionally responded to the prayers of the vampires, and it seems that He is not completely gone."

  "Star" Leonard was stunned for two seconds, and then he said with some realization,

  "No wonder the Church of Evernight no longer promotes the title of the goddess 'Lord of Crimson'."

  Klein manipulated the "world" and continued, "Perhaps, in the near future, we will be able to hear related descriptions in the honorific name of 'Mother Earth'."

  Emlyn, who was trying hard to digest the news he had just heard, suddenly laughed. Seeing the other Tarot Club members looking at him, he quickly stopped his expression and raised his chin slightly and said,

  "I knew that the First Ancestor would not fall so easily. He just changed his identity and is watching over us vampires in a more secretive way."

  With the dual identities of a vampire and a follower of the Mother Goddess, has this vampire finally become a fanatical follower of Lilith? Klein complained silently in his heart, then looked towards the "World" and the "Sun" Derrick and asked:

  "Where is the exploration team you lead to?"

  The voice of the "World" brought back everyone's scattered thoughts, and the "Sun" Derrick immediately replied:

  "We have arrived in Afternoon Town, and in less than two days, we will reach the Giant King's Court."

  Klein nodded slightly and said:

  "Well, you can contact me through Mr. 'Fool' at that time. The sea of ​​ruins that evolved from the remains of the God War has undergone an abnormal change. It will be difficult to find a safer route in a short period of time. I will go there in person and take you out of the God-forsaken Land."

  "I see, thank you very much for your help, Mr. 'World'." The "Sun" Derrick saluted and thanked the "World" Gehrman Sparrow at the bottom very seriously.

  Klein used the clone of "The World" to give some instructions, asking Little Sun to pray to him every once in a while and to always be aware of whether there were any team members or monsters parasitized by Amon around.

  The matter of Silver City came to an end, and the Tarot Club fell silent again.

  After a short silence, Justice Audrey hesitated and asked:

  "Everyone, I have a question. If there is something that you know from the beginning that the final result has nothing to do with you, and you only need to look at the results of some existential games, then, should you still do anything?"

  Anderson, who was leaning on his seat, chuckled and said in a somewhat casual tone:

  "There is such a philosophy in the Southern Continent: Death is the predetermined end of everyone, but it does not mean that living is meaningless."

  "If you feel that you cannot change the outcome of things, there is only one reason, you are too weak."

  "Ascend one sequence after another, from ordinary people to demigods, from demigods to angels, only if we work hard enough and are lucky enough, one day we will become one of those who control the situation."

  "The powerlessness now is just the motivation for us to keep moving forward, but if we do nothing, there will be no future to look forward to."

  Mr. Chariot seemed to be very touched by this kind of thing, so he said so much at once. Justice Audrey subconsciously nodded in the direction of Anderson to show that she listened.

  Click! Click!

  Renekton raised his hand and knocked on the table, interrupting Anderson's unfinished words:

  "Speaking of the future, I suddenly thought of something."

  "Everyone, you should all know more or less about the talk about the end of the world. Because of some things that happened in the previous war of gods, the originally scheduled end of the world has been brought forward. Maybe ten years, or maybe less than ten years, the end of the world will come."

  "At that time, all people and things, even the gods and the world itself will be destroyed."

  ".Brought forward?" "Hermit" Cattleya frowned slightly. She learned some things about the end of the world from Bernadette. Although it was not detailed enough, she also knew that the time of the end of the world was very certain and unified in many true god churches and secret organizations.

  The end of the world has been brought forward? So what happened in the previous war of gods? As his thoughts drifted, Klein manipulated the "world" to ask,

  "Why did it happen earlier?"

  Renekton leaned back in his chair and said calmly,

  "Two reasons. One is that too many of the Seven Gods have fallen or lost their status, and the power of the Star Realm is insufficient. Second, all the good and evil gods have fought in certain places before, and they had too much time to take care of the Star Realm and reality, which gave some guys an opportunity to take advantage of it."     "Why?" Klein opened his mouth, but didn't ask his question.

  Renekton tilted his head back and smiled, "The atmosphere has been set to this point. How can we end it without a fight?"

  "Also, although some gods have fallen or fallen from status, there are also beings that have made a step forward because of this. In Adam's words, this is a necessary sacrifice, using the early arrival of the doomsday in exchange for more power to resist the doomsday."

  "The war of gods has almost become a fight between a group of hooligans in your mouth." "Chariot" Anderson complained casually,

  paused, took a deep breath, and asked: "Everyone, does anyone know the potion formula of 'War Bishop'?"

  While speaking, he looked at a card that Klein had turned upside down on his right hand, the Red Priest card!

  Klein leaned back leisurely in the high-back chair and did not give any response. This kind of thing is not suitable for Mr. "Fool" to talk about it in person.

  "World" Gehrman Sparrow coughed lightly and said calmly:

  "I can get it. I can even help you hunt down a 'War Bishop' from Intis or Feysac as the main material for your promotion."

  Anderson laughed, and turned his head to look at "World" without any surprise, and asked: "What do I need to pay?"

  "World" said in a low voice:

  "Go to the Rorsted Archipelago, find the believers of the 'Sea God', help them settle those who will come out of the God-Forsaken Land in the future, and teach them to adapt to the current world. They are all believers of Mr. 'Fool'."

  "No problem." Anderson nodded, and then suggested:

  "In fact, it would be better to arrange them in southern Intis or the northern part of the southern continent. There is a shortage of manpower for post-war reconstruction, and they will quickly integrate into it through mutual communication."

  "They have been isolated from the outside world for thousands of years,"

  Klein narrated calmly, but he didn't finish, but Anderson already understood what he meant. You are equivalent to asking a group of primitive people to drive a steam engine.

  After that, there was another ten minutes of free communication. Today's Tarot Club gradually came to an end. After everyone stood up and saluted, crimson rays of light rose up, dissolving everyone's figures and disappearing in the space above the gray fog.

  In the previous war of aggression between Feysac and Feynaport against Loen, the metropolis in the north of Loen was the fastest place to be captured by Feysac, and it used this as a base to continuously invade downward from the southeast, all the way to Backlund.

  Because it was used as a temporary base by the Feysac people, except for the initial battle, the city of Conston was not seriously damaged in the subsequent period.

  Waves of information flow surged out from the void, passing through the streets where post-war reconstruction work was being carried out in an orderly manner, and finally gathered and reorganized in a single-family villa near a public school. On

  the second floor of the villa, an old man standing by the window suddenly sensed something, and a faint blue light flashed by, and his figure appeared directly in the empty living room on the first floor.

  As soon as Renekton got out of the information flood state and reconstructed his body with the vast and pure knowledge, an old man wearing a black woolen coat and a half-high black hat appeared in front of him.

  He nodded gently to the other party and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Lawrence."

  Lawrence also nodded in return and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Tynes, I'm sorry, because of the previous war, some valuable and useful items in this villa have been emptied, and there is nothing to entertain you."

  "If you don't mind, you can wait a little. I'll go to East Chester County to get some black tea and coffee. For a 'traveler', this won't delay too much time."

  Renekton shook his head and said, "Don't bother so much. I'm tracking a steam train and won't stay here for too long."

  After a slight pause, he continued:

  "I just heard your prayer for the promotion to 'Mystic Master'. Do you mind if I watch from the side?"

  "Of course, this is exactly what I want." Lawrence nodded, as if he was not surprised by Renekton's request.

  Renekton raised his hand, and pieces of pale blue starlight flew out from the void, quickly forming a double-leaf door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.

  As the pale blue and brilliant light floated, the figures of the two disappeared in the room at the same time.

  In an uninhabited manor outside the city of Conston, brilliant starlight suddenly emerged out of thin air, forming an illusory door. Renekton and Lawrence walked out from behind the door one after the other.

  After the surrounding starlight disappeared, Lawrence raised his hand and outlined an illusory "door" in front of him that connected to a place in the spiritual world, and took out a rolled-up oil painting from it.  Chapter 720 Mystic Master

  "This is a special application of 'opening the door'. The principle is to arrange a fixed, isolated space in the spirit world, and then open it through a 'door' with fixed coordinates, so as to achieve the effect of a portable warehouse."

  "However, this method is not absolutely safe. Although the spirit world is vast, there are also many strange and powerful spirit creatures living in it. They may break in or destroy the coordinates placed in the spirit world and the ritual magic arranged, causing the loss of items."

  Lawrence explained while unfolding the oil painting in his hand.

  It depicts one after another quite abstract and incomprehensible patterns, like a strange seal.

  As if thinking that Renekton would be confused, Lauren showed the painting in his hand to Renekton and said,

  "This is a demon painting. It contains many demigod-level demons. It can be used to help the 'travelers' complete the ritual of being promoted to 'mystic masters'."

  "In the Fourth Epoch, there were still many members of the Abraham family who could be promoted to Sequence 4 'mystic masters'. This magical item was made by the Abraham family in that era."

  After a brief explanation, Laurence walked forward for a distance and activated the demon painting in his hand. The rather abstract lines on it suddenly moved spontaneously, intertwined with each other, and formed a semi-closed "door".

  A dark red arm with strange patterns stretched out from the "door", grabbed the edge of the door frame, and dragged itself out of the door with force.

  After a second or two, a demon with curved goat horns on its head and a pair of bat-like membrane-covered wings on its back came out of the "door".

  Its hands were very exaggerated, almost as tall as its height, covered with dark inscriptions, growing out of its flesh and blood, extending into the void. Just looking at it made people feel uncomfortable, and emotions and desires on its body surged abnormally.

  Its eyes were like filled with red magma, and its mouth was half open, revealing sharp white teeth that made people tremble. On each tooth, there were dark red marks like rust, like the marks left by long-term gnawing on flesh and blood.

  At the moment when this demigod-level demon appeared, Renekton's body became illusory, as if it had left this world and became a non-existent thing.

  The demon that had just escaped from the seal instinctively looked at Lawrence. The long-term seal made it not have much rationality, but it instinctively exuded malice and wanted to devour the other party to fill itself.

  Almost at the same time it looked at Lawrence, the two curved demon horns on its head burned with transparent flames, as if they could ignite people's inner emotions and desires, forcibly impacting Lawrence's spirit, making him inevitably produce certain emotions and fall into confusion.

  Then, one after another, pale blue fireballs with a pungent smell of sulfur appeared out of thin air, densely packed like a big net, and pounced on Lawrence.

  Lawrence, with a dazed look in his eyes, became thinner and brittle in the pale blue flames, turning into a pale yellow paper man, and was completely swallowed up by the flames.

  His figure then emerged on the other side, and his eyes reflected an illusory, slowly turning book.

  "I came, I saw, I recorded."

  With a low chanting voice, he was dyed with gold, spreading out layer by layer.

  The "purification halo" recorded in the "Sacrifice of Light"!

  The majestic sun's breath spread out in circles with the golden light like water waves, rendering a layer of gold around, bringing a strong and pure sun's breath, making the surroundings sacred, and turning it into an environment that demons could hardly adapt to.

  The pale blue flames and red magma wrapped around the demon seemed to have been hit hard, and became shaky, ready to go out at any time.

  It stretched out its exaggerated arms, almost the length of its entire body, and the evil patterns on them quickly lit up, flowing out a virtual, dark and sticky liquid condensed from various emotions and desires, which continued to expand and turned into a pair of huge black arms, grabbing Lawrence.

  At the same time, it spoke a demonic word that was full of filth and depravity from the abyss:

  "Depravity!"

  The surrounding area showed a tendency to become abyssal, and a black mist of depravity continued to emerge in the golden light, condensing into a layer of slightly sticky black liquid on the surface of Lawrence's body.

  The blue light flashed by, and Lawrence relied on the rapid flashing to create one phantom after another around him, and he achieved the effect of siege by himself.

  In the eyes of each phantom, there was an illusory book reflected, and at the same time, it recited:

  "I come, I witness, I record."

  Silver-white lightning, blazing white flames, and pure and sacred light fell from the air in no particular order, drowning the demon.

  Amid the rumbling sound of the explosion, a pool of illusory, sticky black liquid formed by various emotions and desires emerged and rushed towards Lawrence frantically.

  These liquids seemed to be a collection of the most sinister and shameful desires in people's hearts, sweeping around with a posture of contaminating everything, causing Lawrence who looked directly at it to fall into an inevitable psychedelic state, and his emotions and desires expanded rapidly, and then his mind was instantly detonated.

  Lawrence's body exploded with a bang, turning into a pile of scattered confetti stained with mottled rust.     The next second, his figure emerged on the dark and sticky liquid, holding an arm-long, extremely sharp blade in his hand, a blade from the "Degenerate" realm.

  This is the "Blade of Soul and Flesh" belonging to the "Black Knight", which can not only corrode flesh and blood, annihilate souls, and cut through barriers, but also make the defense of any creature with a corrupted mind ineffective. For creatures like demons, it has very good attack power, which is no less than the extraordinary ability of the Sun Realm.

  The "Blade of Soul and Flesh" of arm length pierced into the pool of black liquid, easily penetrating it, bringing unimaginable effects and damage.

  The dark and sticky liquid instantly boiled up, as if it was about to evaporate, burning all the emotions and desires that could burn, like a high explosive that entered the countdown.

  Lawrence's body disappeared instantly without stopping.

  In an open space not far away, he leaned back with his arms open, as if embracing the sun.

  A magnificent and pure blazing light column descended from the sky, covering the dark liquid on the ground and evaporating it bit by bit.

  "I have made a lot of preparations for the promotion ceremony of the 'Mystic Master'."

  "On the battlefield of the Southern Road, I recorded enough extraordinary abilities, especially the abilities of the sun and the mind."

  "The former can effectively restrain the demon, and the latter allows me to attack directly without forming corresponding thoughts in my mind, thus avoiding stimulating the demon's sense of danger."

  Lawrence spoke calmly, as if he was explaining to Renekton, or talking to himself to relieve the tension just now.

  While speaking, he walked to the side of the demon that had become pale and lost its ability to resist, stretched out his hands forward, and pressed them in the air.

  A series of light blue lights bloomed, quickly covering the dark and sticky liquid on the ground, turning into strange symbols, forming one closed "door" after another, sealing the demon.

  Then this layer of seal turned into a light blue stream of water, pouring into Lawrence's body, using his body as a container to seal the demon, completing the ritual of the "Mystic Master".

  Then he closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. After adjusting his state, he took out the potion materials that he had prepared long ago, and used his invisible hand to make them float in the air, mixed them together, and stirred them into a bottle of dark blue potion, as if there were insects curled up into a "door" floating up and down.

  After a simple divination, he put the potion to his mouth and drank it all.

  Renekton's figure became solid from illusory, and stood out on the side.

  "You trust me so much? You don't even need to find a safer place or pray?"

  He whispered to himself, and Renekton raised his hand, making stars appear around him one after another, densely packed and dazzling, isolating Lawrence from the outside world and preventing him from being disturbed by Mr. "Door"'s mumbling during the promotion process.

  As soon as he drank the potion, Lawrence fell into a state of unconsciousness. Transparent buds began to appear on his face, wriggling, twisting, and growing into transparent insects that shimmered with starlight.

  There were more and more such insects, and soon he turned into a bunch of insects, looking evil and terrifying.

  Renekton looked at Lawrence calmly, with a faint purple glow in his eyes, observing and analyzing the changes in Lawrence more carefully.

  "It has already taken shape in the fields of secret keeping, seals, doors, etc. The flesh and blood began to split, and was replaced by strips of divine star insects. The core is to establish a very wonderful connection between itself and the spirit world."

  While whispering to himself, a torrent of information broke away from the spirit world, gathered in front of Renekton, and reorganized the figure of Bernadette.

  She calmly glanced at Lawrence who was being promoted, as if she had understood what was happening, then looked at Renekton and said,

  "I felt the breath of a high-level demon in the city of Conston, so I came here to take a look. Is it related to the promotion ceremony of the 'Mystic Master'?"

  Renekton nodded and said, "Yes, the ritual of the 'Mystic Master' requires the promoted person to seal a demigod-level, clearly hostile creature without relying on external forces."

  "Mental imprint." Bernadette nodded. Having mastered a lot of knowledge and secrets, she quickly thought of the core of this ritual, to create a mental imprint strong enough to help the promoted person maintain a certain degree of clarity under the impact of the potion.

  Seeing that Bernadette no longer had any questions, Renekton asked casually, "Why did you appear in the Sea of ​​Space?"

  Bernadette turned her head to look in the direction of the Sea of ​​Space and said calmly,

  "I predicted that I would meet the trace of Larion, the former Patriarch of the Church of the God of War, here, so I came here in advance to wait."

  "After the God War, He destroyed all the "0" level seal materials of the church, and fled with the seal "0-02" Terensost Brass Book."