Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 925 Great! There's hope!
A similar scene also occurred at the seaside opera house in the Kingdom of Kem.

The difference is that there is no gore here.

The person sitting at the piano on stage has changed to Claude, while Imnar is sitting in the audience.

Having lived for many years, Claude also possessed considerable skill in musical instruments. His ten fingers danced across the black and white keys, and elegant melodies lingered in the dappled night air of the entire opera house.

After the piece was finished, Claude stood up, made a gesture of thanks to the audience, and then sat down on the ground at the edge of the stage.

...

"So you've devoured your humanity. That's a very serious problem."

Klaus scrutinized the unshaven Imnar sitting in the audience, pondered for a moment, and then added, "What I mean is, for you traditional Great Old Ones, humanity is a deadly poison. While it may not be fatal, it's likely to make you wish you were dead."

"If I'm not mistaken, you've lost your godhood once again, but this time you've also been forced to forget many things, right?"

...

Imnar did not respond to Klaus.

He just sat there blankly in the first row of the audience, staring at the stage with an empty gaze, as if Crow didn't exist.

Seeing him like this, the latter couldn't help but show a regretful expression.

"What a pity. I thought it would be a good business partner, but I didn't expect it to suffer like this."

Just as he was about to get up and leave Imnar to fend for himself, Claude suddenly seemed to remember something.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then began rummaging through his clothes.

Fountain pen, telescope, ashtray, magnifying glass, handkerchief...

Finally, he found a tattered notebook among a pile of useless things, and he flipped through it while muttering to himself.

"I seem to have a vague recollection of something. On my eighteenth birthday, I encountered someone like you who had consumed too much humanity, ultimately degenerating into a subservient being. Let me think... which time it was..."

"If I remember correctly, the old self devoured humanity, just like the result of the inferior being seduced. The latter falls into madness, while the former falls into mediocrity. From this perspective, perhaps mediocrity is madness, but that's not right. How can the old self and the inferior be compared on an equal footing..."

"I don't really remember what happened to that old friend in the end, but I think some of my records might help me recall it."

“It is not that the gods are incapable of being merciful.”

"Indifference is only relative."

"I don't think you could possibly understand what I mean in your current state, but the truth is, I vaguely remember that the degenerated ancient one I encountered in my memory did not completely disappear in the end, and even lived out a next life."

"Oh right, found it."

Crow slapped the notebook in his hand.

"Indeed, not only did he live a second life, but he even rose to the level of a god, and ultimately... joined the Kadas pantheon?"

"Well, that really narrows down the possibilities."

Klaus patted Imnar on the shoulder and said:

"I think I might have found a way to save you."

"The pantheon of Mount Kadas is very easy to identify. The vast majority of the gods there are deformed offspring of Old Nordens and other beings, and they are all related to each other to some extent. There are very few gods who are truly from outside the pantheon..."

“Let me look through it again. I should be able to remember which one it is soon. If I’m lucky, I might be able to find a way to reverse your symptoms through the temple where this deity resides.”

...

Crow flipped through the pages of his notebook rapidly, as if he were engaging in quantum reading.

After a while, he suddenly reached into one of the pages and placed his hand on it.

"Found it." I opened it and took a look.

The page prominently featured a totem of a golden tree.

"wrong."

Crow shook his head.

He flipped the notebook over to check the cover, and after confirming that it wasn't upside down, he turned back to the page with the golden tree totem.

"It's upside down..."

A flood of memories began to surge into his mind.

The so-called degenerated superior that I encountered on my eighteenth birthday in some unknown lifetime was not the one from the past, but a golden tree that had approached the realm of gods.

However, the Golden Tree at that time, for some reason, also accepted the humanity of believers, and thus fell into the same situation as Imnar.

...

As is well known, the Golden Tree was burned in the Realm of Awake, but through its powerful faith, it was reborn in the Realm of Dreams and eventually became one of the gods of Mount Kadas.

Unlike the gods, the Golden Tree always maintains a benevolent demeanor. It listens to the plea of ​​its believers, empathizes with their suffering, and grieves for the loss of its offspring. Even after Jon Byrne first died at the hands of Milo, it chose to forgive Milo's arrogance and silently took Byrne's body away.

This is not the style of the gods of dreams.

Undeniably, the Holy Light Golden Tree is benevolent.

But there are still gaps in His history, regarding why He could behave so differently from the gods, and also regarding the origin of the Deep Golden Tree.

...

"He cut off a part of himself."

Crow suddenly realized.

The Deep and the Holy Light are not, as Milo guessed, mutually reinforcing or mutually restraining, nor are they innate, nor are they the Deep that the Holy Light fell into the abyss and was corrupted by chaotic matter.

All this is because, in a certain era of its rise, the Golden Tree chose to accept the humanity of its believers, thus falling into a predicament of self-forgetfulness and self-degeneration. Ultimately, it chose to cut off a part of itself and regain its divinity.

The part that was cut off is the Deep Golden Tree.

It's even possible that the Golden Tree itself buried its dark side into the abyss.

...

"Great, you're saved!"

After discovering this major secret hidden in the dust of time, Klaus excitedly reached out and patted Imnar.

It turned out that the slap missed its mark.

"Eh?"

When I turned around again, I found that Imnar had disappeared.

On the stage, the two pieces of bread, as hard as rocks, on the piano stand also disappeared.

Crow's expression fell:
"Tsk, could it be because they forgot their divine essence and degenerated, even their presence has become less noticeable?"

He frowned as he pondered the question, then closed his notebook, gathered the messy, turbulent pile of things on the floor into his pocket, and walked out of the opera house.

At this moment, the sky above the Kingdom of Kem had completely changed color.

The massive wall of mist still stretched out, though faint traces of fiery clouds and flickering flames were visible within the black fog, making it hard to imagine the extent of the battle raging inside.

(End of this chapter)