Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 744: The Secret Waiter

Zaratul was confused for only a moment, but soon realized what was happening and switched places with his secret doll.

His figure was dazed for a moment, and then reappeared in the same place.

The process of him exchanging positions with the secret doll was distorted, the destination was modified, and he returned to the starting point again.

"Rossel" Zaratul muttered in a low voice, and his figure disappeared directly into the mist of history.

Roselle, who has become a true god, is not someone he can contend with. The best way is to hide in the mist of history and wait for the outcome of the battle between the "true creators".

As his thoughts raced, Zaratul suddenly paused. He felt the aura of the "Source Castle", which was stronger than last time and infinitely close to the true God.

The dangerous intuition of the "Fortune Teller" completely erupted at this moment. Without thinking, Zaratul quickly went deeper into the fog of history.

A secret history known only to Himself is His best hiding place now.

Zaratul transformed into countless worms, rushing madly towards a bright spot deep in the fog of history.

The moment He approached the historical light spot, a Fulgrim's dog covered with jet-black hair and wearing a black cloak ran out from the light spot. It raised its head and roared, as if sending a signal.

Countless slippery tentacles stretched out from the surrounding historical mist, firmly sealing off this piece of history.

Almost in the next second, a slowly rotating, dark and murky worm vortex descended from behind Zaratul.

Without any hesitation, Zaratul chose to escape from the mist of history and return to the utopia in reality.

"I made a wish: to get out of here."

The moment he returned to reality, Zaratul left the utopia by making a wish to himself and responding to his own wishes.

In Sivelas County on the coast of the Sea of ​​​​Break, Zaratul's figure appeared out of thin air in a dense grove of trees.

Zaratul's face turned pale instantly. This was not the destination He had chosen. His wish had been distorted.

Before he could react, a large amount of complex and useless knowledge flooded into his mind, causing every spiritual worm in his body to swell up, as if it would explode at any time.

In this state, His body became stiff, His thoughts became dull, and He had difficulty thinking and moving.

Klein, who had been waiting on the spot, transformed into a deep and dark worm vortex, from which countless slippery tentacles extended.

The aggregation effect of the extraordinary characteristics was magnified to the extreme by him. Countless transparent spirit worms emerged from Zaratul's body, transformed into gray-white light spots, and merged into the deep and dark worm vortex.

Whenever Zaratul wanted to resist, countless complicated and useless knowledge would be poured into his mind, making it difficult for him to even think of resisting.

In a few seconds, Zaratul's figure completely disappeared from this world.

At the same time, in the territories of North Intis, Loen, and Feysac near the Inter-Sea, crows, fishermen, and sailors fell silently, and their bodies rotted rapidly, as if they had been dead for a long time.

Having absorbed all the characteristics of Zaratul, the deep and dark worm vortex began to wriggle with difficulty as if it had indigestion, changing into various shapes.

The historical projection of Renekton on the side lost its connection and disappeared in an instant.

After more than ten minutes, the struggling worm vortex seemed to have finally regained its balance and re-condensed into Klein's figure.

With unconcealable madness and indifference in his eyes, he glanced at the place where Zaratul disappeared and whispered to himself:

"He lacks the characteristic of a 'miracle worker'. It seems that he still has a backup plan of resurrection."

Then he looked in the direction of Utopia and returned directly to the gray fog. The Scepter of Poseidon flew into his hand spontaneously, emitting a bright light.

Silver-white lightning flashed out of nowhere in the sky above Utopia, covering the entire city like a rainstorm. In less than a minute, this town on the coast of the Sea of ​​​​Internal Ocean was completely wiped out, as if it had never existed.

As for those outsiders he brought to Utopia, he had sent them back to their original places and erased their memories.

To the outside world, they just disappeared for a period of time and lost the memory of that period. There would be no other problems, except for Darrell, who was affected by the "true creator" and has completely disappeared.

Putting down the Scepter of Poseidon, Klein sat back in the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool and let out a long breath. Only ten minutes had passed since everything happened.

After gathering his scattered thoughts, he finally had the energy to check his current status:
“Although I only have one copy of the ‘Mysterious Servant’ trait, I have the blessing of ‘Source Castle’. Both my status and strength have surpassed that of a Sequence One angel, and I have reached the level of an Angel King. And I am the best, the Angel King among Angel Kings.” “I am at the same level as Sasriel back then, and I have two Sequence One Beyonder traits, plus the ‘Source Essence’ that I have mastered.”

"In this state, I finally have some confidence to fight Amon."

After muttering a few words to himself, he reached out and pulled out the historical projections of Renekton and Roselle from the historical gap, the historical projections before they became gods.

As soon as the historical projection emerged, Renekton and Roselle used their own means to project their own consciousness.

"It seems you have succeeded."

Russell looked at Klein, whose aura had become stronger and colder, and nodded. Then he spoke to himself with emotion:

"My guess was correct. Although the Lamp God is locked in the lamp and has limited influence on the outside world, the power he can display still exceeds that of most Sequence One angels."

Klein nodded calmly, then asked casually, "You seem to have foreseen this?"

Russell chuckled and nodded:

"The 'real creator' didn't do much to hide it, and it's hard for us not to notice the coincidences and anomalies happening around us."

"Based on our respective purposes, we reached a tacit understanding without any communication and focused on Antigonus who was sealed by the 'Goddess of Night'. This is Zarathu's chance, and it's also yours."

Klein nodded in realization and said, "Because of the status of the Lamp God, He is a variable that the 'True Creator' cannot predict?"

After a pause, he asked, "What happened in the Honachis Mountains?"

Renekton leaned back against the back of his chair and said calmly:
"To put it simply, Antigonus woke up, then was killed. Now He has been reborn, freed from madness, and hidden with His own characteristics and uniqueness."

"The next thing is to see who can find Him first, you or Amon, and take away His uniqueness and the last bit of the 'Secret Servant' attribute from Him."

"You can go to 'Dark Night' for help. He knows the most about demon wolves. He is also the 'Mother of Secrets'. There are very few secrets in this world that can be hidden from him."

“I understand.” Klein sighed and nodded. Things had become increasingly chaotic at this point. A “secret servant” who wanted to hide himself with all his might would not be found so easily.

In Backlund, in the prayer hall of Saint Samuel Cathedral, after the exchange ended, Klein appeared silently without attracting the attention of anyone around him.

He walked past the crowd and approached the Holy Emblem of Night on the table in the front. He found an empty chair and sat down, praying in a low voice.

Before I knew it, the surroundings had become unusually quiet. There was no sound of believers walking around in the hall, nor were there any whispered prayers. The air was filled with the scent of night-blooming vanilla and moonflowers.

Klein opened his eyes with a touch of emotion. Unknowingly, he had entered a dream and came to a vast grassland covered with night-blooming herbs and moonflowers.

Right in front of him stood a girl in a black classical dress with the moon as her pillow. Her clothes were layered but not complicated, and dotted with stars, like the sky at midnight.

Her body was relatively insubstantial, with signs of ripples emanating from it. Her face seemed to be covered with layers of gauze, hazy but extremely beautiful.

Klein was stunned for a moment. This was his first time seeing the "Goddess of Night". Even if it was in a dream, at their level, dreams were not completely illusory.

Klein was still thinking about how to start when the soft and peaceful voice of the Goddess of Night echoed:
"Antigonus has mastered the uniqueness of The Fool. In some ways, He is almost like a god, able to travel through all kinds of gaps, real or conceptual. Even I find it difficult to trace the secrets related to Him."

"After dying once, He got rid of the slumber I created, and also got rid of His own madness. This is not all bad for you."

"His characteristics are relatively safe now. He no longer possesses the will of the awakened Heavenly Lord and will no longer be a burden to you. However, you need to find Him, defeat Him, or convince Him."

"Persuade." After chewing over the words "Goddess of Night" repeatedly, Klein asked with some doubt:

"Are you saying that Antigonus might give up his fight for the position of 'The Fool' and 'Lord of Mysteries'?"

The soft voice of the "Goddess of Night" echoed around:
"He is not a very ambitious person. Compared to the former demon wolves, He prefers quietness and staying in his own secret puppet city."

Klein nodded, and then continued to ask: "Where should I go to find Him? If I find Him, what should I do?"

The "Night Goddess" replied very calmly:
"You are better than me at finding His traces."

"If you are sure you can find Him, first go to Calderon City deep in the spirit world to get some water from the River of Eternal Darkness. I can create a solid enough dreamland for you to avoid the gaze of Amon and the True Creator, and negotiate and fight in your dreams."

(End of this chapter)