Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 484 Let History Repeat Itself

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At the same time that the Demon of Knowledge took action, Klein suddenly felt something.

He felt a palpitation in his heart, and his spiritual intuition told him that something he didn't want to see was happening. Within a second or two of this palpitation, the prayers that had been rising and falling in his ears like the tide disappeared completely.

All disappeared.

It was as if the pause button was pressed instantly, and Klein completely lost touch with his believers.

He had just gotten used to these whispers, but now they had all disappeared. Klein couldn't suppress the sadness that rose in his heart. Even though he knew that the help of the Hidden Sages was the only way, even though he knew that this was only a temporary death and that they would appear again soon, and he wouldn't even remember that he had died once - he still felt sad. This seemed to be a resonance between his divinity and humanity.

At the same time, this also let Klein know that his promotion ceremony was about to begin.

But reality did not give him even a second to mourn for his believers.

Even with the Hidden Sage restraining their spirits, it only temporarily changed the power of God from "so powerful that it makes people despair" to "so powerful that it is invincible". God seemed to be able to deal with them with ease. Every attack was not only powerful enough to tear them apart, but also had the characteristics of making them feel pain. It seemed that this was not a simple battle, but a punishment for unbelievers and blasphemers.

At the moment when Klein lost consciousness, God noticed his change.

The "Dark Angel" Sasriel turned into a dark, sticky "ocean" filled with the breath of corruption, swallowing up the remaining silver-white sharpness and the various extraordinary abilities that Klein displayed through "Lenoman's Travel Notes", and disappeared into thin air.

He immediately returned to his previous appearance, still like a giant, wearing a gorgeous black robe with silver lines, but the virtual black wings on his back had become much fainter.

At the same time, the pupils of His open eyes stood up, and the irises were a bright gold.

A violent but unreal wind surged around Him, blowing towards every corner of the Shadow Palace with all kinds of thoughts.

"Mind deprivation"!
The "Dawn Sword Light" that the Silver Knight Marionette had just condensed into disappeared abruptly, and the entire marionette froze in place due to Klein's pause.

Although Colin Iliad had an extremely firm will, he was also aroused by the madness, cruelty, and bloodthirstiness that came with the incomplete mythical creature's form. He could only use his mental strength to fight against this influence to avoid losing control.

Just as Klein calmed down and realized that all his believers had met with real death, he encountered the intense fear brought about by this "mind deprivation". His body trembled slightly, his emotions were out of control, and he had difficulty thinking about his next move.

Colin Iliad suddenly stood in front of Klein and swung the Dawn Greatsword in his hand to protect Klein and his own vital parts.

In the eyes of Klein behind him, the next moment, the chief of Silver City suddenly had large holes on his body, filled with a black, corrupt, and illusory aura.

The "Blade of Flesh and Soul" from the "Hanged Man" path easily penetrated the Silver Knight's full defense!
"No, the power is totally unequal. Even if we just want to destroy the remaining body of the Angel King, we need at least a Level 0 seal, or even a True God-level seal..."

In this situation, even his most powerful weapon, the "Scepter of Poseidon", is still not enough under the thunder of God!

While I still have spirit and strength, I must change my tactics quickly.

Klein hardened his heart, and the tall Silver Knight Marionette disappeared in an instant. His right hand suddenly grabbed the air and grabbed a gorgeous crown wrapped in light. The crown was much larger than a human head, and it was obviously not prepared for humans.

Something that the Giant King Almir once possessed, the "Crown of Glory"!
It succeeded at once?
Being able to successfully capture something that was no lower than Sequence 2 in one go was simply incredible. When Klein had just been promoted to Sequence 3, even when he summoned Azik Eggers, who he was extremely familiar with, it took him four or five tries to succeed.

This made Klein feel that some god must have given him some favor, perhaps it was the hidden sage, perhaps it was his actual "favor" and help to the City of Silver, or perhaps it was his own destiny. In short, this was a good sign for Klein, a good thing.

Klein raised his hand and threw the historical projection of this sealed object to Colin Iliad. He didn't need to introduce anything because Colin Iliad could roughly determine the existence time of this object.

Sure enough, the latter took it with surprise, and then put it on his head without hesitation.

The crown seemed to have changed in size somewhat, and it was perfectly worn by the giantized Colin Iliad.

In an instant, Colin's mental state stabilized again, and his mythical creature form stabilized again. The blackness surging in the wound gradually dissipated under the light brought by the "Crown of Glory", and the wound began to slowly heal. All of Colin's extraordinary abilities were greatly enhanced.

The light of dawn covered almost the entire hall, and only stopped when it reached in front of Sasriel.

Colin Iliad regrouped and, with the blessing of the "Crown of Glory", once again launched an attack on Sasriel.

Klein took a breath, pressed his temple, and smiled bitterly as he remembered that the Fortune Teller's role was indeed support rather than melee combat.

He didn't know many Level 0 Sealed Artifacts. 0-08 definitely couldn't be summoned here, and 0-17, who was suspected to be an angel of the Church of the Night, definitely couldn't descend here... unless the Goddess of Night was willing to help him fight against God. In addition, he only knew a little information about other numbered Level 0 Sealed Artifacts. He had never seen or touched them, so it was impossible for him to summon them as "historical projections".

Only that one left...

Klein gritted his teeth, squeezed his spiritual power, and pressed his right hand to the ground.

He calmed himself down and began to recall the appearance of another Level 0 Sealed Object in his mind.

It was like—

A black meadow.

Black grass leaves grew out from the ground where Klein pressed his palm. They looked like normal grass that had been dyed black, but they also had the texture and shape of hair. In the black grass, there were red flowers dotted here and there.

As soon as these black and red grasslands appeared, they began to grow and expand rapidly like crazy. The grass entangled with each other and grew quickly along the walls and all climbable corners, turning this place into a primeval forest in the blink of an eye!
This is... Ouroboros turned his head thoughtfully.

Medici wanted to stand up and help in the chaos, but was pushed back by Ouroboros.

Klein's pupils also shrank suddenly because of this sudden change, but then he understood the reason why the historical projection of "Gift of Abundance" had changed.

This is the Giant King's Court, where Queen Omybella once lived.

Then, he looked up as if he sensed something, and saw that the shadow that had been lingering on the top had dissipated, revealing the ceiling of the palace of the Giant King's Court - then, under the gaze of everyone, the ceiling became transparent, and the entire digitization disappeared!
……

God locked them up in the bedroom of Ormir, which was once the Giant King's Court. Although the Demon of Knowledge could not enter, it was not difficult to remove the ceiling and force communication between the inside and the outside.

"Please don't waste such a gift, okay?" Edward was heartbroken. "This is the fruit of culture and a witness to history!"

The door of the Giant King's Court facing the sea has been demolished, and the ceiling of the Giant King's bedroom has disappeared completely. Next, Klein's promotion ceremony will be held to defeat the "Dark Angel". How many bricks are left in the Giant King's Court?

The Demon of Knowledge didn't care: "I also need a complete palace for the church to study and investigate. I have already recorded the architecture and surrounding environment of the Giant King's Court in full. It can be restored at the original site or any address at any time."

"Oh, that's good. I really liked that place before and wanted to grab the whole thing and take it away."

Edward felt relieved, but then he felt sorry:

"...But you just mentioned the original location, right? Never mind. I hope you guys hit me more gently. I hope the Giant King's Court will be stronger."

"If you're not going to help, then please stop talking for now."

"How do you think I can help you?" Edward was curious. "Help you beat up God? I definitely don't want to do that."

"let it go."

The Demon of Knowledge fell into deep thought - "Return a lost history to reality" - according to this requirement, if he were to open the door and move everyone directly to the outside world, it might not be considered part of Klein's ritual. But he could act as a "guide" to help this history better integrate into reality... In other words, at least Klein had to open the door.

He once again shifted his gaze to the piece of blood letter in his hand. His eyes were thoughtful, complex, and even a little bit fearful.

"If we want to open the door, we must first get rid of the 'Dark Angel'." "Then we should use 'The Last Feast' to reenact the scene at that time and kill this part of God's consciousness here..."

Now, God's will is in the body of the "Dark Angel", which is so similar to the moment when "Sasriel returned to his body"!

"Things that cannot be explained by research, things that cannot be cracked by knowledge and technology... fate, prophecy, suggestion." The demon of knowledge raised his head, his face was expressionless, only the irritation of treating the pillars equally remained. "If everything is destined, then research and discovery are meaningless, and people don't need to continue working hard, because fate determines your future... Just like omniscience, it is disgusting."

The Demon of Knowledge slightly mobilized some of the power of the "Wild Knowledge" - not too much, otherwise the "Sea of ​​Chaos" would feel threatened - the 0-13 "Last Feast" in his hand gradually rose into the air, turning into a pure torrent of information, crossing the land and sea in an instant, reaching the God-forsaken Land, and staying right above the hall without a ceiling.

Edward narrowed his eyes and looked at the people there:
"The play is about to begin, the audience is in place, but the actors are still a little short of it."

The Demon of Knowledge looked up and saw that the sky near the coast of the East Continent was suddenly covered with dark clouds and strong winds. Thunder rolled in the clouds, but it was still near the ruins of the God War Sea and had not entered the East Continent.

Except for the God of Thunder, the other gods were quiet and did not express anything else.

“Yes,” He said, “history always repeats itself.”

……

Calderon.

The God of Death opened his eyes, and after a brief moment of confusion and hesitation, he decided not to participate and fell silent again.

Southern Continent.

The Bound God stopped writing. He looked toward the distant sky. His eyebrows slowly wrinkled on his scarred face.

Richard, who was sitting opposite him in his office, noticed his action, put down his pen, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"There is a sealed object that has established a mystical connection with me." The Bound God looked in that direction for a while, then lowered his head and continued the work he had just done. "It's all in the past. I don't want to get involved again."

Richard was still curious: "What's the matter?"

The Bound God thought for two seconds and said to his angel:

"Once, I participated in a murder. I had no grudge against the victim, but I had to go. Therefore, when he was killed by someone else, I just watched from the side and did not help anyone."

Richard blinked. "I see. But in a sense, your indifference is also an act of accomplice."

The Bound God nodded slightly and said nothing more.

At this time, there was a knock on the wooden door of the office, and Letty Orr, with her orange-red hair, poked her head in. She looked at Richard and the unknown plain ascetic, smiled familiarly and asked, "Excuse me, I'm here to deliver this month's hospital financial statements, and to get the design plan for the new inpatient building, as well as the list of patients who are exempted from some medical expenses... May I come in now?"

"Oh, you're here!"

Richard smiled immediately and waved to Audrey: "It's done, come and get it!"

Audrey, wearing a white coat, closed the door and ran over.

……

Klein opened his mouth wide and looked up at the scene in the sky in astonishment.

Sasriel was also controlled by God to raise his head and watch the changes in the sky - the Demon of Knowledge amplified the negative effects of the "Last Feast" and projected them here. With the complete supplement of the "Feast of Betrayal" by the gods who held the authority of "knowledge", what was performed in front of Klein and others was a product that was countless times more sophisticated and complete than the drama that the Demon of Knowledge saw.

Everyone's ears were filled with strange laughter and many footsteps, as if invisible actors were walking around and exchanging scripts. They seemed to be sitting in the audience, waiting for the actors who were preparing backstage to go on stage to perform.

The sky darkened for a moment, as if a heavy red curtain had descended and then risen. Everyone suddenly found that the hall they were in had changed. It was no longer the Giant King's bedroom, but a more spacious place - this was a hall painted with countless murals. In the center of the hall was a dark red long table, surrounded by high-backed chairs with intricate patterns.

This... Colin Iliad suddenly recognized the scene.

He immediately realized that this was the historical scene he accidentally entered when he was exploring the Giant King's Court!

Suddenly, balls of light lit up. Around the hall, on the stone pillars that stood but did not support the dome, red flames were ignited one after another, illuminating the surroundings with unusual brightness.

The whispering sound gradually grew louder, as if it had finally traveled through the long and distant time and space and reached its destination, making the hall as lively as if a party was being held.

Around the dark red long table, blurry and illusory figures suddenly rose up and sat on different high-backed chairs, a total of eleven.

As the firelight flickered, the first thing I noticed was a somewhat peculiar figure.

The figure was wearing a simple linen robe and had long silver hair. His facial features could not be seen clearly, but a more real image was contained in the shadow—Ouroboros, who originally sat in the corner and looked like a child, was now sitting on this high-backed chair!
This caused a noticeable change in Ouroboros's expression.

At the same time, Chief Colin of Silver City, who had gray hair and many old scars on his face, encountered an equally blurry and illusory figure.

The figure was about seven or eight meters tall, wearing a silver full body armor, with a light like dawn or dusk in the position of his eyes.

The Crown of Dawn was emitting light, and the Demon Hunter Colin received some kind of mystical guidance. He struggled for a moment, then chose to accept it, walked to the dark red long table, and sat in the second seat on the right.

On the vacant high-backed chair at the top, the void deepened a little, outlining a female figure that seemed to be shrouded in mist.

Phantom figures appeared around the edge of the long table, but Colin, Ouroboros, and Medici were real.

Klein was not compatible with any of the members of the Redemption Rose. He thought for a while and chose to sit at the bottom because this seat was vacant and it happened to be the seat of the "World" in the "Tarot Club".

As soon as he sat down, he saw the "Dark Angel" Sasriel appear opposite him.

Then, a voice that seemed to come from ancient times echoed in the ears of the "partygoers":

"…We are redeeming ourselves and maintaining the balance of this world…"

"...Division and deviation are undoubtedly the most basic order..."

“…This is also His idea…”

"…It is undeniable that we all have our dark thoughts and desires, but this is perfectly normal…"

"...Death and blood will be inevitable. We will take the name of 'Redemption Rose'..."

The Dark Angel's voice was dull and lifeless, like a parrot.

And God was inside this body, with one eye open, staring at Klein quietly.

The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

The drama entered its second act. All the gods who were originally sitting peacefully at the table suddenly jumped up, including Klein. They all rushed towards the "Dark Angel" at the top at the same time!
TBC
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good night!