Chapter 666: The Game of the World Tree (III)
Audrey leaned close to the steamy glass window and suddenly noticed a little girl huddled in a corner. She was wearing very light clothes, and a layer of white snow had covered her body. She was holding a wicker basket tightly in her arms, and it was unclear what was inside.
Noticing Audrey's gaze, Renekton glanced out the window and asked casually,
"Do you want to help her?"
Audrey came back to her senses. The figure of the little girl made her inexplicably sad. She lowered her voice and asked,
"Is she part of the story too? This seems to be a somewhat sad story?"
"Yes." Renekton nodded gently in response.
Klein, who was sitting across the dining table, also noticed this. He followed Renekton and Audrey's gaze and looked out the window, and saw the little girl huddled in the corner.
He asked with a strange look on his face, "The little girl selling matches? How should I interact with her? Help her light matches, or give her food?"
Renekton shook his head and did not answer the question directly:
"This requires you to explore on your own. Perhaps with your help, the little girl successfully met her grandmother, or perhaps, with your help, everyone in the town met her grandmother."
Is this the little girl selling nuclear bombs? Klein's mouth twitched. He thought it was a bit absurd, but he felt that Renekton could really do such a thing.
He wanted to ask something else, but Renekton suddenly stood up and said,
"Other people are coming. I will go to the square to guide them. You can explore freely, leave or stay in this town. I wish you a pleasant experience." As soon as
the voice fell, Renekton's figure instantly melted into a "light" composed of a vast amount of pure knowledge, and surged away from here.
"What should we do next?"
Audrey looked at the "world" dressed up by the magician. Whether it was the familiarity of the story that the other party had just shown, or the identity of a great adventurer, he was undoubtedly the most experienced of the three.
"Go out and take a look." Klein answered thoughtfully.
Then he stood up from his chair, took a piece of toast from the table and walked out of the restaurant.
Audrey followed immediately. Leonard stood up reluctantly. He really didn't want to stay in the snow in thin clothes. Without the physical fitness of a Beyonder, the weather outside could really freeze people to death.
As soon as they reached the door of the restaurant, the three were stopped by the waiter, who asked them to pay before taking the food out of the restaurant.
Klein returned to his seat with the plate of toast with an expressionless face. Audrey and Leonard followed behind him, one embarrassed and the other trying to hold back a laugh.
After restraining his smile, Leonard asked, "What should we do now? Go out and find that little girl directly?"
Klein shook his head and said, "What we should think about now is how to get out of this restaurant, unless you have the money to pay for the food."
"I don't even know what the currency of this world is."
Leonard shrugged, but still reached out and fumbled on the thin clothes, trying to find some gold coins or other things that could be used to pay for the meal.
Audrey looked helplessly at her gorgeous evening gown, which didn't even have a pocket.
I never thought that one day I would be forced to stay in a restaurant because I couldn't afford the meal. This is really a wonderful experience. As the thought floated in her mind, she looked at Klein, who was dressed as a magician, and asked uncertainly:
"Mr. World, you are a magician now, so you should have some gold coins as magic props, right?"
Klein nodded heavily and said:
"Yes, but I can't use them. Just like the harp of the Wandering Poet, it is part of my identity and cannot be discarded or traded."
"Are we going to run away?"
Leonard looked at Klein in disbelief. Even if this is not the real world, his moral standards would not allow him to do such a thing, especially with acquaintances around him.
The three of them looked at each other in silence for a moment, and Klein suddenly looked at Leonard and said:
"There is another way. Find Paris Zoroaster. He is likely to be able to sense some of your situation."
Leonard answered Klein silently with his eyes: Do you think this is reliable?
While they were struggling, a rabbit dressed as a postman, carrying a messenger bag, and riding a bicycle with two tires, walked through the wall and entered the restaurant.
Under the puzzled and curious gazes of Klein and the other two, it took out a few gold coins with eyes surrounded by stars on the front and carrots of different numbers on the back from its messenger bag, handed them to the three people, and said,
"This is your initial capital. I'm very sorry, I'm not familiar with the route of the fairy tale world, so I'm a little late."
As soon as the voice fell, the postman rabbit rode a bicycle that just fit it and walked through the wall and left the restaurant.
Klein and the other two looked at each other, not knowing where to start to complain. After they paid and brought the food from the restaurant to the alley outside the glass window, the little girl who had been hiding in the corner had already left.
"This..." Audrey was stunned for a moment, and her eyes quickly searched the street.
Soon, she saw the little girl in front of the French window of a cake shop. She stared at the cakes in the window infatuatedly, swallowing her saliva.
"She's over there."
As she spoke, Audrey took a step forward, and the little girl's figure suddenly broke into pieces, turning into a dim flame, which was blown out by the wind and snow.
When she came to her senses, Audrey saw a burning matchstick in her hand.
She turned her head in a panic and looked at the "world" and "stars" behind her, and found that they were looking at her in confusion.
Klein noticed the extra burnt match in Audrey's hand, and thought of a mysterious reappearance that Renekton had used before, and then he said:
"You just fell into an illusion, or we all fell into an illusion. This is very similar to a mysterious reappearance that the 'Mystic' can master. I saw 'White Tower' use it before."
"Mysterious reappearance? Since she has such powerful matches, why would she still starve?"
Audrey expressed her confusion about the behavior of the little match girl.
Klein shook his head and guessed, "Maybe it is to follow the original storyline."
After a pause of two seconds, he added:
"I suspect that the real and effective knowledge that 'White Tower' said refers to this kind of knowledge that can draw power to complete the mysterious reappearance. If we want to obtain this knowledge, we will inevitably be affected by the power contained in the knowledge itself."
"It seems that it is not an easy task for us to find her."
Leonard curled his lips and sighed. Suddenly, a crisp bell sound came from a distance in the snowy sky.
Ding-ling-ling~ Ding-ling-ling~
As the sound of the bells got closer, the three saw a few reindeers pulling a red sleigh passing through the sky. On the carriage was a chubby old man with gray hair and a beard. He was wearing a bright red outfit and a red pointed hat with a small white ball on his head.
He was carrying a huge red cloth package on his back, which was filled with gift boxes of various sizes. On his sleigh, there were also many red gift boxes piled up, so many that they seemed to fall at any time.
"Santa Claus?" Klein murmured in a low voice in disbelief.
He thought of the story of Santa Claus and then stretched out his hands towards the sleigh passing through the sky. Since it was a mysterious reappearance, perhaps not only children could get gifts.
In his sight, a red gift box really fell down, falling towards them, and into the hands of Miss Justice, who also stretched out her right hand like him.
Klein blinked in confusion. Is this reasonable? We are all adults. Is the Snow Queen more noble than a magician?
After complaining in his heart for a while, Klein reluctantly accepted the fact that Santa Claus treated him differently. He looked at the gift box in Miss Justice's hand with some curiosity.
Audrey looked at the heavy gift box in her hand and asked in confusion:
"What is this? Is it for me? Or did it fall from the sleigh, uh, reindeer cart?"
"Since it fell into your hands, it should be for you. Let's see what's inside." Klein responded calmly.
Audrey nodded and tore off the ribbon that wrapped the gift box. A piece of paper fell with the ribbon. There was a line of words in Loen language on it:
To the most honorable Snow Queen, Merry Christmas!
"What holiday is Christmas?"
Audrey asked curiously, then opened the gift box, revealing a sleigh model inside.
Audrey took the model in her hands and praised it from the bottom of her heart: "What a delicate model, it's not inferior to the works of masters."
Klein stared at the model composed of three reindeer and a sleigh, thought for a moment, and suggested to Audrey:
"Try to use the magic of this identity. Since it is a gift from Santa Claus to the Snow Queen, it shouldn't be too bad. Maybe it's a special prop."
"I'll try."
Audrey nodded, holding the model in both hands, trying to concentrate and mobilize the magic of the Snow Queen in the way of using extraordinary abilities.
A thin layer of frost quickly covered the surface of the model, and suddenly became heavier, falling from Audrey's hands. The moment it touched the snow, it expanded and turned into a real sleigh.
"It's so magical." Audrey exclaimed, she could feel a faint connection between herself and the sleigh.
Leonard looked at the sleigh that suddenly turned into a real object in front of him, and said in disbelief:
"Is that Santa Claus just now a powerful 'craftsman'? Any gift he gave is a magical item." Chapter 667: At Sea
"Maybe."
Klein nodded perfunctorily, looking at the sled that was spacious enough to accommodate the three of them, and said,
"We can now take the sled to leave this town and explore other places."
"Let's stay in the town first. I'm wearing thin clothes and I might freeze to death on the road at any time."
Leonard rejected Klein's proposal. If there wasn't a lady beside him and he had to take care of his image, he would have huddled on the ground.
Without any discussion, the three of them quickly reached an agreement. Audrey turned the sled back into a model, and then the three of them returned to the restaurant. While enjoying the warmth of the fireplace, they asked the customers and the clerks in the store about the little match girl.
A few minutes later, Audrey and Leonard felt dizzy one after another. Their spiritual energy was too much, and the feedback from their bodies.
Klein closed his eyes and felt the condition of his body in the outside world, then said,
"Let's leave first. As long as we stay here, our bodies will continue to consume spiritual energy, which should be the fee we pay to the World Tree."
Audrey and Leonard nodded, and then cut off their connection with the world according to the method they learned during the previous ceremony.
Their figures suddenly became transparent, and then decomposed into a "light" composed of pure knowledge, sinking into the depths of this information world.
After confirming that Leonard and Audrey had left safely, Klein immediately cut off his connection with the World Tree and his mind returned to his real body.
On Backlund's Böklund Street, Klein suddenly opened his eyes from the armchair.
He turned his head to look at the wall clock, and felt the remaining spiritual energy in his body again. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly:
"Swindler, with my spiritual energy at the level of a demigod, I can only stay there for half an hour at most. In addition to the consumption necessary to maintain the operation of the World Tree, more than half of the spiritual energy we consumed should have been collected."
With a sigh, Klein began to close his eyes and meditate. He needed to adjust his state and prepare for the search for the "Ghost Empire" later.
In the middle of the Misty Sea, on the Shoggoth Island near the Raging Sea, waves of illusory "light" composed of complex information emerged out of thin air, quickly gathered, and reorganized the bodies of Renekton and Roselle.
After waiting for a while, Klein, who had transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, brought "Moon" Emlyn to the island in the form of wandering in the spirit world.
Emlyn took a quick look at Renekton and Roselle, then put his suitcase on the ground and opened it, taking out a brooch made of gold and an antique vase with intricate patterns.
He showed two antiques belonging to the Terunsost Empire and explained,
"This is from the collection of a baron of our blood clan. It is said to have belonged to a prince of the Terunsost Empire."
Klein nodded and followed Emlyn's words,
"The blood clan made some marks on it, but it has been cleared."
"Mark?"
Emlyn was stunned for a moment. He had no idea about this. When I was offering the sacrifice, did Mr. Fool do some inspections and clear the hidden dangers?
Renekton's eyes lingered on the golden badge for a while. This was the badge of the Terunsost Empire, representing the "Night Emperor". This badge was supposed to be a magical item, but the spirituality inside it had long been lost.
Roselle folded his arms across his chest, quietly looking at the two antiques that Emlyn had taken out. After thinking for a moment, he said,
"We should only need this badge. The vase is just an accessory, or the baron wants to make some money from you."
Emlyn then noticed that there was a fourth person at the scene. A flash of astonishment and vigilance flashed across his bright red eyes, and his right leg subconsciously stepped back.
Who is this guy? Has he been here all the time? I didn't even notice him. As this abnormal thought floated in his mind, Emlyn found that he could not recall the specific appearance of the other person in his mind, as if a vague and sticky thing was stuck on his body.
A bit like the priest's nightmare candle, is he an extraordinary person of the "audience" path, or does he have a corresponding magical item?
While thinking, he saw this person whose appearance he could never remember walked towards him and handed him a card.
He subconsciously reached out to take it, and looked down. The most prominent figure on the card was a figure wearing a full black armor, a crown on his head, and a black cloak. In the upper left corner of the card, there was a line of small words in ancient Fusac language: Sequence 0: Black Emperor.
Blasphemous card! Black Emperor card, is this the path where "Night Emperor" Terensost is?
Just as a guess arose in his mind, he heard the voice of "World" Gehrman Sparrow:
"He is a vampire, and he is not an ancient vampire who survived from the Fourth Epoch. Can he replace the descendants of Terensost?"
"It may not be easy to deceive a shrewd angel, but it is no problem to deceive a ship." Roselle answered confidently, then turned his head to look at Renekton and said,
"Take us to a farther sea surface, in case there is too much noise, so that we won't be discovered too early."
"There are who knows how many fleets of Intis and pirates attracted by the high bounty are hiding in the foggy sea now. It's impossible to be completely undetected."
Although he said so, Renekton still took two steps forward and put his hands on the shoulders of Roselle and Klein, and Klein put his hands on Emlyn's shoulders.
With the help of Renekton, the bodies of several people instantly became illusory, decomposing into a stream of complex knowledge, and quickly rushed to the sea surface in the form of a torrent of information.
After they were completely away from the colonized islands in the nearby sea area, the rapidly surging torrent of information stopped and reassembled the bodies of several people.
A dark red appeared in Roselle's eyes, and invisible fluctuations spread out. The tendency of their fall was reduced to the minimum, almost hovering in the air.
Renekton released his hands from Roselle and Klein's shoulders, lowered his eyes and looked down at the sea, complex and illusory symbols appeared in his eyes.
Under his influence, streams of information emerged out of thin air and came alive, spreading around with the blowing wind and surging sea water. After
doing all this, he gently snapped his fingers, changing the physical rules around them to a certain extent, so that they were not affected by gravity and floated directly in the air.
Seeing this, Roselle retracted the power to distort the falling trend, looked at Emlyn and said,
"Little guy, take the badge and the Black Emperor card, and then carefully feel the call from the surroundings."
While speaking, Roselle had already put one hand on Emlyn's shoulder. Relying on the status of the "Black Emperor" and the connection between himself and the blasphemous card, he lent his status to Emlyn.
Emlyn felt his vision suddenly darken, and a huge and indescribable sense of oppression burst out from his body. His essence was infinitely elevated, as if it was about to touch the illusory starry world above his head.
Everything around him became illusory in his eyes, as if it was reduced to the most primitive and basic symbolic symbols, which together formed an illusory and vast sea of stars.
In this state, his inspiration became extremely strong, as if he could directly feel every blood clan or artificial vampire that existed in reality from the illusory sea of stars. In the haze, he seemed to see several illusory red moons, some of which were quiet, some were flamboyant, and some were full of vitality. Each red moon made him want to get closer from the bottom of his heart.
Are these all representatives of those who have mastered part of the authority of the "moon", the Mother Goddess, the Ancestor, the Goddess of Night, and the Primordial Moon? I wonder which one represents the Ancestor?
As his thoughts floated, he suddenly felt that there were some more discordant stars in the illusory sea of stars. They carried an indescribable sense of majesty, giving people a very strong sense of aggression, like a strict and regular order and the shadow of order.
"Great." "Emperor."
Suddenly, many whispering voices rang in his ears, noisy and chaotic, yet neatly layered, as if constantly switching between chaos and order.
In the eyes of Klein and Renekton, Emlyn's expression was calm at first, then suddenly became excited, a little fanatical and obsessed, and then became painful.
Many fine black hairs grew on his body, his back bulged high, as if he was about to grow a pair of huge membrane-covered wings, his ears became pointed and stood up, and his teeth were constantly moving.
Renekton stretched out his right hand forward, and countless pieces of information floated, condensing into an illusory ball of light, enveloping Emlyn, completely cutting off his information interaction with the surroundings, and at the same time soothing his state.
After a while, the figure in the illusory light ball gradually returned to normal, and Renekton lifted the isolation on him.
"Hoo~Hoo~~"
Emlyn gasped for breath. He almost thought he was going to lose control just now. Thinking of this, he looked at Roselle angrily.
His eyes suddenly became confused, then guilty, and finally embarrassed to look away, muttering:
"Sorry."
Klein's mouth twitched, he almost couldn't control his expression. Poor Mr. "Moon", what kind of storm of thoughts and inner drama did he experience in his heart in just two seconds.
However, this also indirectly shows that the auxiliary ability of the "Black Emperor" path is really powerful. It can allow a blood clan viscount equivalent to Sequence 5 to convince himself in two seconds, forget his anger, and apologize to the other party. Even the audience at the demigod level can hardly do it, but Roselle can easily do it with a magical item and his own ability. Chapter 668 The Real Ghost Empire
Klein's gaze stayed on Roselle for two seconds, then he reached out and patted Emlyn on the shoulder and said,
"You don't need to apologize."
Emlyn was a little confused, but he intuitively thought that the other party was right. He didn't dwell on this topic and said,
"To the east, I just felt a very strong attraction, as if my body was spontaneously flying over there. Moreover, that kind of majestic and oppressive feeling definitely does not belong to the blood race."
"It seems that I am right. There should be no angels from the Castilla or Augustus families in this sea area."
Roselle nodded with satisfaction, his tone very certain.
Klein wondered, "Why not the 'King of the Five Seas'?"
"Nast's 'Black Emperor' is anchored at the port of the Pas Valley. The previous battle caused some damage to the ghost ship and it is currently being repaired."
Renekton explained briefly, and then took a few people to transform into a torrent of information again, and quickly surged away to the east of this sea area.
After traveling eastward for about twenty minutes, the information flow that surged like a torrent quickly converged and reconstructed the figures of Renekton and his companions, floating quietly in the air.
A thin mist filled the surrounding sea surface, and the crimson moonlight became hazy, leaving only the undulating sea water and the mist, making it difficult to distinguish the direction.
Looking around, Klein spoke with some vigilance:
"When did the fog start? I don't seem to have noticed it?"
After a brief silence, Renekton shook his head and said:
"Some of the knowledge I activated before has lost contact, and it is in this direction."
Compared with the sudden spread of fog, he was more curious about what kind of power erased some of the knowledge he had activated before.
Russell squinted his eyes and looked around for a long time. He suddenly smiled and said,
"Friends, be bold. Perhaps, we have already arrived at the 'Ghost Empire'."
Renekton thought of something and asked curiously, "Has it merged with this sea area?"
Russell nodded, then shook his head and said calmly,
"Maybe it's not this sea area, but any sea area. Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why those people from the Storm Church didn't find this place. Of course, it is not ruled out that they have discovered it a long time ago, but blocked the news."
"The real 'Ghost Empire' should be seriously polluted, and the higher the sequence, the stronger the pollution."
"I can feel that there seems to be some problems with the core that keeps this mechanical puppet running. I should not be able to enter the 'Ghost Empire'."
Renekton nodded. He was not surprised by this result. He turned his head to look at Russell and asked,
"Can you exit this sea area by yourself?"
A dark red light flowed in Russell's eyes. He looked around for a moment, and soon restrained his breath and shook his head:
"I'm afraid not. The environment here is very suppressive to me, especially when I use extraordinary abilities. The erosion that flows directly from the extraordinary characteristics is very serious."
At this point, he suddenly smiled and said without caring too much about his own problems:
"I will send you to the real 'Ghost Empire' first. As for my problems, there is nothing that can't be solved by dying once. Anyway, I haven't really resurrected yet. I'm just a mechanical doll, which is not a loss."
Renekton and Klein looked at each other and nodded at the same time: "Okay."
"You didn't even try to stop me and say something sensational. It's really heartless."
While complaining, Russell clenched his fists, covering them with a layer of red and black light, which gave people a sense of power and evil.
Under the gaze of Renekton and others, he punched the void in front of him.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
The illusory sound of breaking appeared in layers around him, and the surrounding light and shadows continued to stretch and twist, covering the surrounding rules and order.
After a moment of weightlessness, Renekton and the other two appeared in a city that looked quite prosperous. The buildings here were still in the style of the late Fourth Epoch, but everything seemed particularly regular, as if pursuing the ultimate symmetry.
From the overall layout of the streets and buildings to the clothes worn by pedestrians, the trimming of the trees on both sides of the street, the decorative patterns that can be seen everywhere in the city, and even the text layout.
But if you look closely, you will find that there are many problems with this symmetry. It seems to have been unbalanced and extremely inconsistent.
Emlyn looked around repeatedly and said hesitantly:
"This place seems to be somewhat similar to the capital of the Terensost Empire in the Fourth Epoch." Klein glanced at Emlyn, and before he could ask, Emlyn gave an explanation:
"There are many records about the Terunsoste Empire in the blood clan. It is a glorious history in the past. I have seen some paintings handed down. The cities in them are very similar to this place, but they seem a little different. I am not sure."
"However, is it too extravagant to build the 'Ghost Empire' to look like a city? Weren't those nobles running for their lives at the time?"
Renekton glanced around calmly, quickly receiving information from the city, and said:
"Perhaps, this city evolved later, or perhaps an angel from the Terunsoste Empire directly pulled up a city and transformed it into a floating island that can move on the sea."
"No one stipulates that the 'Ghost Empire' must be a ghost ship. It's just that people at that time called anything that could carry people on the sea a ship."
"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Klein nodded in agreement, and then said seriously:
"No one here has a spiritual thread on their bodies, and there is not even a single spiritual thread in this city."
Renekton thought and guessed:
"They are not living creatures, but part of the Ghost Empire. They are a whole. The Ghost Empire is not fully alive, so there will be no spiritual line."
As soon as he finished speaking, his appearance, image, and temperament changed rapidly. His eyes became bright red, and his temperament was quite noble, more like a vampire than Emlyn.
The style of his clothing also became ancient, perfectly blending in with the people walking around.
Seeing Renekton's actions, Klein seemed to think of something and changed his appearance. He stretched out his hand and wiped his face, and then he turned into a vampire earl. His hair color was lighter, close to silver, his eyes were bright red, as if he was hiding blood, and his body became tall and thin, extremely upright.
Emlyn saw Klein's changed appearance and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise:
"Count Mistral! Have you seen Count Mistral?"
"Obviously." Klein responded with the usual arrogant tone of Count Mistral.
Emlyn looked away awkwardly. They were so disguised. I feel like they look more like vampires than I do as a genuine vampire.
He coughed lightly, collected his thoughts, and asked,
"Ahem~, where are we going next?"
"Towards the center of the city. Since this place is very similar to the former capital of the Terensost Empire, that should be the imperial palace, the core of the 'Ghost Empire.'"
Renekton explained briefly, then stepped forward and blended himself into the crowd coming and going on the street.
Emlyn and Klein followed, looking around curiously and vigilantly, while following closely behind Renekton.
While walking, Renekton used his control over information to create some information, activated it, and then dispersed it.
His movement forward suddenly paused as he noticed some subtle changes in the environment. After just a moment, his movements became coherent again, and he spoke in a relaxed tone:
"Try not to interact with the people and things here. We and these people on the street are in two dimensions that are constantly overlapping and separating. Once we interact, we will be eroded invisibly and gradually become one of them."
"This city has extremely strict laws, but as long as we don't intersect with it, we won't be affected too much."
"The underlying rules and order here are somewhat different from the outside world, and I haven't been able to fully analyze it yet."
After Renekton's voice fell, Emlyn and Klein looked at each other. No one spoke, and they walked forward tacitly. They were worried that their communication would also interact with the surrounding environment.
After about five or six minutes, Emlyn frowned and looked around, and said hesitantly:
"Have you noticed that we have been walking for a long time but seem to have stayed in the same place?"
Klein was stunned for a moment, stopped and carefully observed the surroundings. The houses, streets, lampposts, and walking figures around him became more and more familiar in his eyes, until they completely overlapped with the scene he saw in his mind at the beginning.
"This..." He looked at Renekton in astonishment, but found that he and Emlyn had already pulled away from him.
What's going on? Is there something wrong with me? As
his thoughts floated, Klein saw that the figures walking around suddenly stopped. They all turned around and looked at him, staring at him expressionlessly without blinking.
Klein stood there in a daze, his body and consciousness seemed to be separated, and he only felt that the figures around him were magnified several times and became particularly tall, as if they could dominate his life. Fear arose in his heart for no reason, and he couldn't help but want to bow his head, want to crawl, and want to listen to the verdict on himself.
This is not right. This shouldn't be the case. What went wrong? All these thoughts flashed through his mind. Even his breathing became rapid. Klein felt that he was sinking into an invisible swamp. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank.
Less than half a meter behind him, Emlyn also stood there blankly, with astonishment and panic in his eyes. Chapter 669: The Paper Angel's Fooling
In Emlyn's eyes, the figures with bright red eyes surrounded him in the center, as if he was being judged by countless noble figures from the vampire race, which made him subconsciously not want to resist.
In front of Emlyn and Klein, Renekton's figure was slightly illusory, as if he did not exist at all. He calmly looked at Klein and Emlyn who were in a trance, and murmured in a low voice:
"Are they still trapped in the trial? I have given them a hint, they should be able to get out."
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly became deep and looked behind Klein and Emlyn. In the vision of the "Peeping Eye", there was an asymmetrical and uncoordinated scale behind each of them, giving people a sense of disorder, as if facing the shadow of order.
As time went on, the scales behind them became clearer and clearer, and the connection with them became closer and closer, as if they had become a part of their bodies.
"If you have a crime, you can't escape the trial, but the definition of this crime is very broad."
He whispered to himself, and the illusion of Renekton disappeared. The crisp sound of snapping fingers echoed, which was unusually clear on the quiet street.
Thick green vines fell from the air, covering the surrounding area like a rainstorm.
In the hallucination, Klein, who was pushed to the gallows, suddenly became clear, and some details that he had ignored reappeared in his mind:
"This city has extremely strict laws, but as long as we don't intersect with it, we won't be affected too much."
"Not interacting with the surroundings does not mean not talking or communicating, but recognizing the truth and falsehood. As long as you firmly deny unreasonable things, those that are denied do not exist."
While talking to himself, Klein found that the tall figures around him were no longer tall, and the sense of oppression on them also disappeared for the most part.
But why am I still on the gallows? Is my will not strong enough?
While thinking, he directly recited the honorific name of "The Fool":
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
Layers of illusory prayers echoed in his ears at the same time. Gray fog kept surging in his sight. Relying on his own keen inspiration, he vaguely felt that some invisible things around him shrank back, as if they were a little afraid of these gray fogs.
At the same time, the gallows and the figures who judged and executed him in his vision all disappeared, and the surroundings became an empty street. Except for the three of them, there was no extra figure.
"So, have we been affected by the 'Ghost Empire' from the beginning?"
He whispered to himself. His eyes lingered on Renekton and Emlyn for a while, and found that they were both in a state of absent-mindedness. Renekton seemed to be confronting someone, and Emlyn was already on the verge of panic and collapse.
Retracting his sight, Klein tried to walk four steps backwards into the gray fog. Unexpectedly, he succeeded directly.
While picking up the Red Priest card on the table, he reached out and summoned three cut-out paper figures from the pile of miscellaneous items, pried the power above the gray fog, and threw them at the three crimson stars representing the "moon", "white tower" and "world".
In the "Ghost Empire", Renekton looked at the chaotic and distorted golden water around him, the whirlpools of varying sizes that continued to evolve, and the invisible tentacles extending from them, frowned and whispered:
"It's really troublesome. The power I can use is basically at the level of Sequence One, but the actual power limit of this "Ghost Empire" is just at this level, which just happens to form a tug-of-war with me. No matter the power or the status, no one can do anything to the other."
While speaking, he condensed one complex and illusory symbol after another in his eyes, and one star after another appeared around him, densely packed, dazzling, and scattered one after another.
The starlight continued to interweave, melting the invisible tentacles extending from the golden vortex and restoring them to the purest knowledge.
Under his influence, this knowledge came alive, relying on its own aura and power similar to that of the "Ghost Empire" to quickly destroy the order around it.
The surrounding golden whirlpools, large or small, became more chaotic, like an abstract oil painting with paint randomly stirred and splashed.
As if angered by Renekton's behavior, light golden chains stretched out from the chaotic and distorted golden water flow, sweeping towards Renekton from all directions.
These light golden chains were slightly illusory, but extremely solid. Looking closely, there were many patterns intertwined on these chains, like stripes of laws engraved on them.
They were like the embodiment of order and rules, difficult to be stopped and influenced, and quickly corrected all the discordant places in the surrounding space that violated the laws and rules. The next second, the gray mist spread out of thin air above, and out flew a tall angel with twelve pairs of flaming wings and full body armor stained with blood and rust.
This was the paper angel that Klein had thrown above the gray mist, and it was materialized in the "Ghost Empire"!
As soon as this paper angel appeared, the aura of the "Red Priest" and "Source Castle" on it was captured, and it was regarded as an intruder by the "Ghost Empire". One by one, pale golden chains of order quickly rushed up, trying to intercept and destroy the paper angel.
Above the gray mist, Klein, who had originally planned to leave directly, suddenly stopped his action. With the help of the connection here of the paper angel, he also saw what was happening around Renekton.
How is it possible? The paper angel was actually stopped! It is not a real thing, but essentially just a blessing from me? Logically speaking, this kind of blessing should appear directly on the corresponding person, so how could it be materialized? As
various thoughts floated in his mind, Klein stretched out his hand to summon the Scepter of Poseidon, and directly brought down a thunderstorm around himself and the others.
Contrary to his expectations, the thunderstorm that was supposed to appear was nowhere to be seen, as if it had evaporated into thin air. However, his own spiritual energy and intuition told him that the thunderstorm created by the Seagod's Scepter had already struck.
"Is the concept of this space distorted? Or are our bodies in the 'Ghost Empire' in countless possible superposition states?"
While talking to himself, Klein put down the Seagod's Scepter in his hand and turned over the "Fool" card that was upside down on the table. This blasphemous card was the most suitable for him and the power in this gray fog. It could create more powerful paper angels.
He threw out several crudely cut paper figures, which expanded in mid-air and turned into mysterious angels with twelve pairs of gray-white wings, wearing black robes, and whose faces could not be seen.
Under his control, these paper angels directly sank into the flashing crimson stars above the boundless gray fog.
In the "Ghost Empire", the golden chains formed by order and rules kept tightening, wrapping the angel wearing blood-stained and rusty full body armor and carrying twelve pairs of flaming wings, and firmly imprisoned him in place.
A vague light and shadow emerged out of thin air, sitting on the dark throne, above countless rules and orders, with an indescribable and oppressive feeling that could not be looked at directly.
"The Kingdom of Disorder. Want to create a "Ghost Empire" similar to the "Kingdom of Disorder" and related to mysticism, and then hold some kind of ceremony to distort the rules and concepts to bring more power to oneself, and even initially get rid of the seal."
After whispering to himself, Renekton's body suddenly became transparent, as if it had turned into a statue made of countless starlight.
The statue shattered, and the bright starlight surged, quickly filling the surrounding space that was strangely divided by the "Ghost Empire".
Stars emerged one after another, and then scattered one after another, converging into a magnificent pillar of light, covering everything around, extremely powerfully dispersing and purifying the chaotic and distorted golden water flowing around, and the layers of intertwined chains of order.
The hazy starlight and the chaotic and distorted golden water flow mixed together, but they were always clearly separated, and it was difficult for both sides to dissolve or swallow the other.
During the stalemate, an angel figure with twelve pairs of gray wings and a hooded black robe flew out of the gray fog above.
As soon as the paper angel formed by the high-level power of the "Fool" path appeared, the surrounding distorted and chaotic golden water flow and the tightening chains of order all sluggished in an instant, lost their target, and didn't know what to do or what to do, as if they were fooled.
Renekton seized the opportunity and let the starlight surrounding him surge violently, disguising the wrong and chaotic information as correct information, and mixed into the rules and order created and distorted by the surrounding "Ghost Empire" along the chains of order.
The divided space around it was restored, and the wandering starlight turned into a brilliant sea of stars, directly covering the entire "Ghost Empire", distorting the surrounding time and space, and losing contact with the star world and the spirit world. Even information could not be interacted with, bringing a strong secret effect.
In this case, the "Land of Disorder" sealed in the Western Continent could not project part of its power through mystical connections, and the existences in the star world and the starry sky could not look here.
In the hazy starlight, Klein woke up. He glanced at Emlyn, who was still a little confused and frightened, and said calmly:
"Put yourself in the starlight, don't be covered by shadows, and don't interact with any existence here, and you won't be in danger."
After a simple explanation, Klein no longer paid attention to Emlyn and walked directly to the center of the city.
The paper angel created by the Fool Card was unexpectedly powerful, and it actually directly affected the state of the city. Perhaps it was also because I was already a demigod and could leverage more power above the gray fog. Chapter 670 Chaotic Space
I wonder which sequence the ability displayed by the paper angel just now belongs to?
While thinking, the starlight covering the sky above the city suddenly became unstable. One after another, extremely discordant golden stars appeared one after another, and then quickly extinguished.
The movement above his head made Emlyn shrink his body subconsciously, and quickly followed the "world" Gehrman Sparrow in front of him.
After walking for a few minutes, Klein suddenly stopped and looked around, then pondered:
"We are isolated by this city. If we don't interact with this city, we can't even leave the original place."
".Ah? Haven't we walked a long distance?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment and blurted out.
When he looked to both sides in front of him, the surrounding scene had returned to their original place from the street entrance without knowing when.
Emlyn swallowed his saliva and moved closer to Klein, saying,
"What's going on? Haven't we gotten rid of the illusion just now?"
Klein maintained the cold tone of Gehrman Sparrow, chuckled and said,
"Do you think those were all illusions?"
"Isn't it?" Emlyn replied hesitantly.
"The anomaly here should come from the high-sequence things in the 'Judge' path. That thing can strangely divide space and power."
"What we just encountered should be a danger hidden somewhere in this city."
While speaking, Klein kept looking around, trying to find some hidden details or clues.
Emlyn followed his line of sight and looked around. At a certain moment, he inexplicably felt that the city became more inharmonious, as if there was a sense of disharmony and asymmetry everywhere.
Swallowing his saliva, he said in horror:
"Have you noticed that the city is changing?"
"Yeah." Klein nodded, paused for a second, and continued: "It should be that the 'White Tower' is fighting against this city on some level. What we see is just some of the aftermath caused by them."
"Then what should we do now?" Emlyn asked with some concern.
Klein replied calmly: "Pray."
".Pray?"
Emlyn was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, and closed his eyes and began to pray to Mr. Fool.
This time, Klein's ears did not echo Emlyn's prayers, and everything around him remained unchanged.
Sure enough, the Ghost Empire's connection with the outside world has been completely cut off. Do you think I have the ability to solve the remaining dangers here?
While thinking, Klein saw clear starlight falling from the sky, miraculously constructing a transparent and dazzling long bridge in front of him and Emlyn.
Klein looked up at the starry sky that was still flickering and shaking, and suddenly asked,
"It seems that you have gained the upper hand?"
Without waiting for a response, he stepped directly onto the long bridge of starlight and walked forward quickly.
Emlyn hesitated for a moment, then followed him onto the bridge.
After following the transparent long bridge to mid-air and standing above all the buildings, Klein suddenly realized that this city was a huge emblem, seemingly strictly symmetrical, but with some inharmonious missing or redundant parts in some subtle places.
Behind Klein, Emlyn also noticed the layout of the city below, and said hesitantly:
"This doesn't seem to be the emblem of any church, secret organization, or angel family. It looks a bit like the emblem of the Trosost Empire, but it's not quite the same."
"They may have originally been the emblem of the Trosost Empire, but an accident happened later, and the resurrection plan and arrangements left by the 'Emlyn' were affected or even contaminated, which led to the current 'Ghost Empire'."
As he spoke, Klein took a few steps forward, and the space around him became chaotic. There was only a distance of three or five steps, but there was a distance of hundreds of meters between him and Emlyn, and even the direction changed.
Realizing that something was wrong, Klein hurriedly stopped. I was clearly walking forward, how could this happen?
He and Emlyn, who was about a hundred meters away to his right, looked at each other for a moment, and he suddenly turned around and looked behind him. Emlyn was just a few steps behind him, looking blankly at the left.
This city's basic concepts of direction and distance are all confused. No wonder we were clearly out of the influence before, but it is difficult for us to leave the original place.
Only on this long bridge of starlight, protected by the power of the same level, can we avoid getting lost in this city. While thinking, Klein found that the starlight bridge under his and Emlyn's feet had been partially covered by shadows.
As long as you use subjective thoughts or accidentally glance at it, is it considered to be interacting with the city? It is a bit similar to the distortion and amplification of the "Black Emperor" path.
Stopping the divergent thoughts in his mind, Klein looked at Emlyn behind him and said:
"Go straight ahead, try not to look at, and don't think about things related to this city."
"I understand."
Emlyn nodded. He also found that the distance between him and Mr. "World" had not changed at all. Everything was an illusion imposed by this city.
Think of something else, and don't think about this city anymore, otherwise you will be affected unconsciously. 30 grams of Phnom Penh sunflower powder, 10 milliliters of spring water from the Golden Spring of Sonia Island, and two drops of rosemary essential oil.
In order to prevent himself from always subconsciously observing and thinking about things related to this city, Emlyn simply read the potion formulas he had mastered in his mind to divert his attention.
Klein and Emlyn walked forward one after the other on the translucent bridge of starlight. Behind them, the shadows filled with distortion and chaos were eating away at the bridge bit by bit.
After walking forward for nearly half an hour, Klein and Emlyn finally arrived at the center of the city.
Emlyn looked at the magnificent iron-black palace in front of him and said subconsciously, "This palace really looks like an ancient and magnificent 'throne'."
Klein was stunned for a moment, and a sense of foreboding surged through his heart.
The next second, his feet were empty and he fell directly down. The transparent bridge interwoven with the hazy starlight had been completely covered by shadows before they noticed.
A layer of fine scales appeared on the glove on Klein's right hand, and his eyes turned blue. Suddenly, a howling wind blew around.
Under his control, the wind swirled in the air, trying to lift up his and Emlyn's bodies.
The next second, the whistling wind became chaotic and no longer under Klein's control, whistling away in all directions.
Klein was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the extraordinary ability he used in this city would also change. He could only look at the bright starry sky above his head for help.
Emlyn adjusted his body shape in mid-air, and a thick black mist spread behind him, forming a pair of illusory bat wings, which gave him a short-term flying ability.
He wanted to get closer and catch Klein, but he found that the harder he tried, the farther away he was.
Klein also noticed this scene, and shook his head at Emlyn helplessly. He once again used the creeping hungry soul to create a gust of wind around him to support his falling body. In
less than two seconds, the whistling wind around him became chaotic again, rushing away in all directions.
At the moment he was about to fall to the ground, a "door" intertwined with starlight was outlined, directly teleporting Klein to the palace in the center of the city that looked like a throne.
At the same time, a blurry light and shadow emerged on the iron-black "throne". Its body was extremely blurry, and only a pale golden human outline could be seen, but the golden crown on its head was very clear.
The moment the golden light and shadow emerged, the starlight covering the sky suddenly tilted large tracts of "light", composed of a torrent of information that was as complex as a torrent and terrifying, and fell like a waterfall in an illusory posture.
These "lights" intertwined to form an equally tall figure wearing a hooded black robe. Under the hood, there was no face, no flesh, only a ball of slowly rotating star sand, like a cold and indifferent eye.
Under the black robe, the exposed arms were dry and slender, dark, and engraved with complex and three-dimensional mysterious symbols one after another, intertwined with each other, forming a pattern of eyes.
Emlyn, who was flying in the air with the "Wings of Darkness", fell into a state of absent-mindedness the moment the golden light and shadow appeared on the iron-black "throne".
The bat wings formed by the thick black mist behind him instantly disintegrated, and his body mutated uncontrollably and fell down.
The giant Renekton's left index finger swiped in the air, and pieces of light blue stardust overflowed, quickly wrapped around Emlyn's body, and transformed him into a torrent of information, sending him to the starry sky above his head.
After doing this, he turned his head and stared at the light golden human figure opposite him, wearing a gorgeous crown made of gold and inlaid with many gems. There were wisps of black mist constantly emanating from his body, and eyes emerged from it, flashing pure light, quite sacred, extremely rational and indifferent eyes.
Around him, light golden chains representing order and rules also emerged, constantly interweaving around him, trying to build a strict and tight rule system without any loopholes, and completely destroy things that do not belong here.
Renekton looked at the golden light opposite him that seemed to have no self and chuckled:
"You should have basic wisdom. Aren't you in a hurry? The layout of this palace cannot block the breath of 'Source Castle'."
While speaking, the eyes that grew around him stared at the pale golden chains that were constantly interweaving around him without blinking, quickly analyzing the surrounding rules and calculating the inaccuracies and weaknesses of the rules and order that were constantly being modified around him.