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"In the name of Emperor George III..."

King George III on the high platform was reading inspiring words.

On the other side of the memorial square, Klein, wearing a black woolen coat, prayed with the people around him without showing anything unusual.

At the same time, he used marionette pigeons on the roofs of nearby buildings to carefully observe George III's every move, trying to find signs that the king was about to quietly leave, enter the tomb, and take the potion.

Strange, George III didn't plan to take the potion at this time? Klein felt a little anxious, and then an inspiration that came from nowhere stimulated him.

Klein's face became a little more solemn. He just thought of a possibility.

Quietly, Klein swapped places with Enuni, the secret puppet hiding in the sewer. The latter was dressed the same as him and looked the same. From the outside, there was no difference.

Immediately afterwards, Klein took four steps backwards and entered above the gray fog. With the help of the crimson star representing Miss Justice, he used his "real vision" to observe the situation in the square.

Sure enough, it was an imaginary George III giving a speech!

‘Why should I say it is true? ’

At this time, Klein felt a sense of immediacy in his heart, as if he had already known about this scene and this possibility, and his spirituality prompted him to contact the mysterious Queen Bernadette as soon as possible.

It's been weird lately, I often have an inexplicable feeling...

Klein did a quick divination and found nothing unusual, which meant that the certain dissonance he felt now was harmless to what he was going to do next.

He began to subconsciously ignore this strange feeling. After all, the top priority was to stop George III. It was very reasonable for him to ignore some insignificant things.

Through the "real vision" field above the gray fog, Klein discovered that there was abnormal and extremely majestic dark power secretly growing in the ground beneath the podium.

After confirming that the power below came from the Black Emperor's related power, Klein contacted the mysterious Queen Bernadette and started taking action.

Ahova County, where one of the nine secret tombs of the Black Emperor is located.

Klein arrived here in a secretive state without alerting anyone. Time was running out, but he still did not approach the mausoleum recklessly and draw a symbol to open the door. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air in front of him.

‘Ms. Arianna actually took the initiative to help me. Didn’t the Church of the Night originally intend to give up participating in this matter? ’

‘What made her, no, the goddess change her attitude? ’

‘That’s good, it saves me a quota for historical projection. ’

After five consecutive blows, Klein's arm muscles suddenly tightened, as if he was pulling something extremely heavy.

As he retracted his right hand, a figure was quickly outlined.

This figure has bronze skin, a medium build, black hair and brown eyes, soft facial features, and a very thin black mole under his right ear. He is Azik Eggers.

Then Klein subconsciously grabbed the air on the other side, and three times later, another silhouette appeared.

This figure has fair skin, a slender figure, long black-brown hair tied in a ponytail, and the ends of the hair gradually change from black to brown. His eyes are gilded and he looks handsome.

‘This is Mr. Morax, the angel I met when I was adventuring in the Southern Continent. He is mature, steady and knowledgeable. Apart from not liking to bring money... I have a good relationship with him. ’

‘But why do I suddenly feel a strange sense of security and want to stay behind him and kill him with my body’

‘Where does this inexplicable sense of security come from? Forget it, I am a diviner and not a hunter. ’

Klein put aside the weird thoughts in his mind and summoned the self that was in a secret state more than ten seconds ago. He threw the metal vial containing the blood of various extraordinary people to his historical projection, and his body entered the gray world. In the historical pores in the fog.

The blood in the flickering bottle was pulled by spirituality, and the symbol given by Mr. "Gate" was quickly outlined in mid-air.

After a brief resonance, the symbol reacted in some way with a certain point in the underground tomb, and an illusory door appeared in front.

After doing all this, Klein transferred his consciousness into the clone of the historical projection and walked towards the mausoleum with the projections of the two angels.

Somewhere in Backlund, the former Duke of Southwell, Drink Augustus, and Prince Grove were looking at the transmitted vision.

Prince Grove frowned and said:

"This is Azik Eggers, no, he is very dull, like a historical projection summoned by the 'ancient scholars' of the Secret Order."

"The other one is also a projection. I don't know him but he has a strong divine aura of a cultivator. He should also be an angel."

"These ancient scholars are so annoying."

Prince Grove is a Sequence 3 "Chaos Hunter". He and the Duke of Southwell belong to the same aristocratic faction that supports George III.

The ritual that had been prepared opened the passage and descended into the secret mausoleum.

Drink August had no beard on his neat face, and the black hair on his head was mixed with many silver threads. He was a dignified old man. He smiled arrogantly and said:

"The 'ancient scholar' is on the side. He should have entered some kind of secret state. I can go there myself. The historical projections of the two angels can only consume him for a while."

"Even if you carry a '0' level sealed object, you can't work with me to solve the target in a short time. Besides, our goal has never been to eliminate the invaders, but to delay time."

"If there is too much fluctuation during this period and the tomb is damaged, it will be more than worth the loss. You stay here to prevent him from misleading. If his body is not here, then we will deal with him then."

“‘Ancient scholars’ without historical projection cannot make waves.”

Drink Augustus stepped into the passage opened by the ceremony, leaving Prince Grove stationed inside.

In the secret mausoleum in Ahowa County, Azik Eggers, with indifferent eyes and cold expression, looked at the pyramid mausoleum in front of him. He suddenly expanded and released the form of a mythical creature, turning into a feathered serpent covering the sky above the mausoleum.

White feathers sprouted from the gaps between the dark green scales, stained with some dirty grease.

Pale flames burned in his eye sockets, a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out from his back, and he opened his mouth to spit out pale flames that could cover the entire mausoleum.

This flame can almost cover the entire mausoleum, but in mid-air above it seems to have hit an invisible wall and cannot move forward even half a minute.

A little bit of slightly deeper light flew out from the inside of the mausoleum and formed the body of "Drink Augustus". The mere appearance of this Sequence 2 "balancer" made Klein temporarily stunned. I feel like my thinking is getting slower.

The projection of "Morax" took a step forward, and following the connection, a force spread to Klein in the pores of history, and his mind returned to clarity.

‘Is this still possible? Mr. Morax is better than I thought! ’

This really gave Klein an unexpected surprise and made him give up the idea of ​​​​exchanging places with marionettes to return to the outskirts of Ahowa County.

He decided to observe again and see if he could find an opportunity to secretly destroy the current mausoleum. If not, he would go to the secret mausoleum downstream of the Tasok River.

There are nine secret mausoleums. If one or two of the nine secret mausoleums are destroyed when George III takes the potion, George III will lose control.

brush

Mr. Morax pulled out a spear of gold and black colors from the void, and stabbed towards Drink Augustus with a whistling sound.

Cracks appeared on the ground where he left. They were as small as spider webs at first, then gradually expanded, and "attacked" faster and faster towards the pyramid in front.

Below Drink Augustus was Morax, who was attacking with a spear, and above him was Azik in the form of a mythical creature. He moved his fingers without changing his expression.

Click click click click

Cracks appeared in the sky, and those cracks gradually expanded and spread upward and downward. When the cracks on the ground reached a certain position, they suddenly disappeared as if they were cut off at the waist.

This is the power of the Arbiter Path ‘Sequence 2: Balancer’.

Drink Augustus tampered with the spatial balance between the earth and the sky, transferring the attacks left by Morax to the sky. At the same time, He began to tamper with the rules, affecting the power output of the two historical projections, weakening their power.

"Full mythical creature forms are prohibited here!"

"It is forbidden to fight with weapons here!"

Morax and Azik shone with illusory light. They violated the rules set by the Balancer and were being punished. He held his left hand emptyly and an invisible majestic force hit them both.

Unexpectedly, the weapon in Morax's hand disintegrated and flickered across space to the right side of Drink Augustus. He bent his arms and shrank back, clenched his hands into fists and stared coldly. Looking at the Duke of Southwell in front of him.

Drink Augustus' spirituality gave him a crazy warning. He opened his eyes wide and looked to the side, and those gilded eyes were filled with coldness.

【Danger! ! ! 】

The moment this thought appeared, he changed the distance between the opponent and him, and the direction of the attack.

Morax waved his right fist, and stone pillars quickly arched out from above, below, left, and right of the surrounding space, and finally a sharp metal spear tip appeared and hit the ground.

Originally this was a huge rock spear, but the space and direction of the thrust were twisted by Drinker Augustus.

It’s not over yet! Another punch was thrown out, but this one crossed over many layers of space and reached the eyes of Drink Augustus.

【Balance the power! 】

He used Azik's skeletal claws to attack him and met Morax's punch. The aftermath of the three-party fight made the space faintly shake.

Klein was a little surprised. He had never thought that Mr. Morax could have such fighting power. With Mr. Azik joining forces, he would actually have the upper hand.

And Drink Augustus had to face the enemy and protect the pyramid at the rear, but he was at a disadvantage for a while.

‘He also has some kind of sealed artifact. I have to try to destroy it myself. ’

Klein made the historical projection appear from the secret, took out the silver adventurer's harmonica, brought it to his mouth, and played it.

Reinette Tinichole, wearing a gloomy and complicated long dress, silently walked out of the spirit world. Among the four heads in her hand, one bit a rectangular diamond-like charm, and the other held a Guh. Misi said:

"Yesterday."

No response, nothing happened.

"Hahaha." An old man in gray and white robes stood not far away at some point. He smiled very kindly, but it made Klein nervous.

"Using Ancient Hermetic in my presence has no effect."

He seemed to be reminding him, and Klein instantly realized that this was Hermes himself, the creator of the ancient Hermes language!

He also supported George III? ! But why does He seem reluctant to join in this dispute? Klein couldn’t tell whether this was a kind of inducement from the audience. It seemed like he was letting someone off the hook.

Renette Tinyko's four heads were reunited into one and returned to her neck. Subject to the rules prohibiting the use of mythical creature forms, she turned into a shadow and Hermes, who had dragon scales on her body, began to tremble violently. .

‘It’s up to me now. ’

As soon as this thought came up, a picture suddenly appeared in Klein's mind. There was something wrong with the marionette he placed near the lower reaches of the Tasok River!

In the picture, a dark church stands in front. The door inside the church is open. Inside, there are men dressed as workers, noble ladies in gorgeous dresses, and gentlemen wearing top hats. They are all like puppets hanging on the roof of the church. Swinging in the wind.

Black crows hovered on the spire of the church, making heart-stopping cries. Together with the men and women hanging inside the church, they shouted softly:

"Welcome back."

Seeing this horrifying scene, Klein hurriedly cut off the spiritual line with the Marionette.

Zaratul!

Too late, He found me!

The moment the connection was severed, Klein saw countless black lines rushing towards Ahowa County like a wave along the connection just now.

He is coming after me!

Klein quickly snapped his fingers, and a ball of flame appeared on his wallet from his pocket and then quickly extinguished. Regardless of his frustration, Klein hurriedly took out his "Creeping Hunger" glove and tried to teleport through his herding ability. .

The figure became transparent and returned to normal and failed! He can't leave this area!

Klein followed the spiritual reminder and looked upward in the distance. A figure in the mid-air had already arrived before Zarath and took shape.

The figure was wearing rather gorgeous clothes, had long curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. He was Russell Gustav during the period of the Knowledge Emperor.

He just turned himself into a symbol of knowledge and came to this mausoleum regardless of the distance of space.

He glanced condescendingly at Klein, with countless illusory symbols appearing in his eyes.

Klein's mind suddenly swelled, and a large amount of knowledge and information was poured into it. He didn't know whether it was useful, and some strange things flashed through it.

[π equals 3.14159265358979323]

[The taste of a witch is really good. The taste of a witch is really good. The taste of a witch is really good.]

[The secret is up, up, down, left, right, left, and right BABA]

[If you dare to touch my daughter, I will kill you. If you dare to touch my daughter, I will kill you. If you dare to touch my daughter, I will kill you.]

【Snacks are finished, snacks are finished, snacks are finished, snacks are finished】

[Come on some 3A masterpieces, come on some 3A masterpieces, come on some 3A masterpieces]

Without trying to understand that knowledge, Klein now has a splitting headache and is unable to think about anything. Instinctively, Klein shares this junk information with the spiritual worms in his body.

After recovering, Klein canceled the historical projection from the outside world.

Good news, there are 6 angels outside now, and Zarathul will arrive later and there will be 7. The place where a bunch of angels are fighting can be considered a victory.

Bad news, Mr. Fool is going to be taken down too.

It was clear that Crane was not ready to sacrifice himself to disrupt the George III ceremony.

He wants to summon a new historical projection, but he knows that Emperor Russell is watching from outside. What should he do?

Boom——

A rock pillar was inserted into the ground, golden waves spread out from the earth, and a diamond pillar light screen appeared in the reality where Klein was.

Klein was surprised and delighted. What surprised him was that he found that Mr. Morax's historical projection actually actively analyzed the situation.

Could it be that Mr. Morax came here through consciousness from the Southern Continent to help him?

Mr. Morax is such a nice guy, eh? Is it because I paid for him?

Klein stopped thinking about it and got out of the hole in history. He silently recited the honorable name of the "Goddess of the Night" and tried to capture the container where the Goddess of the Night had descended from history.

Once, twice, five times

He finally touched a certain image in the pores of history.

A figure was quickly outlined, and in reality turned into a lady wearing a dark robe and a wide hood, with a beautiful face and slightly dull dark eyes.

Klein couldn't tell whether it was the goddess of the night or the former Mother of Heaven, but none of that mattered anymore.

With the appearance of this lady, she looked at the mausoleum below, and the entire ground began to vibrate with her gaze. Ripples appeared in the space, and everything here would be moved into the hidden world.

‘Zarath can’t catch up with me now. He probably doesn’t want to be hidden again. I don’t care. Anyway, I am the favored one of the goddess. ’

At this moment, two arms broke through the wall and reached in from the outside world above. One grabbed Reinette Tinichole, and the other grabbed Klein.

The two arms were covered with all kinds of mucus and alien shapes, and the bunch of aliens opened their mouths to reveal tongues full of barbs. The "god" of Sequence 1, Sia!

But in the middle of his movement, he made eye contact with the hidden angel beside Klein. He was suddenly startled, and then various illusory transparency appeared on his body. He hurriedly contracted and used his power to resist the hidden power.

Seven angels and one divine vessel.

Klein silently looked at the two big hands in the sky, calculating the number in his mind. He felt that Mr. Morax's barrier seemed to be very resistant, not to mention that with the lady beside him, Klein did not panic.

At this time, two other historical images summoned by Zaratul also chased after them, and two more figures appeared in the air in the underground ruins.

That was William Augustus I, the first king of Loen, and an abstract angel composed of pure light.

The entire space was shaking more and more violently, like a major earthquake in progress.

Nine angels and one divine vessel.

Klein panicked a little but then regained his composure.

It's not a big problem. The current situation is as expected. This big fight is exactly what he needs. Since he can't break through the opponent's defense line, he will create a complete turmoil.

In the aftermath of the battle, the place would have suffered damage anyway.

Zaratul should have arrived. Klein weighed the pros and cons and smiled.

"Then a little more chaos!"

In mid-air, gray mist emerged from the spiritual world, and the majestic palace loomed in reality - Source Castle!

Klein took the initiative to expose Origin Castle. At the same time, a bird with dark circles changed the direction of its gaze.

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Inside the "Relic No. 1" on the outskirts of Backlund.

Dozens of kings' guards with their backs and wings covered in fiery red armor were fighting with Prince Grove, who had a 'Level 0 Sealed Artifact' on his head.

The scarred witch Triss took a deep breath and pulled out a sapphire ring from the past. She smiled and placed the ring between her eyebrows.

How ridiculous those memories I just saw.

There are those who wandered on the streets as a child, and there are those who were controlled by gangs, cheated, abducted and stole.

After joining the Gnosis Society and becoming an "assassin", he enjoyed the bloody killings and enjoyed being instigated to tear off the masks to reveal the nature of the beast.

She had to take the initiative to become a "witch" for various reasons.

She was arranged by the Witch Cult to become the mistress of Prince Edsac.

Indulging in pleasure, but spending all the time in panic, she yearned for relief all day long but could not get it.

"Hahaha" she laughed heartily. As she laughed, everything faded away from its original color and turned gray. And this gray was spreading rapidly. The guards, extraordinary power, and doors were all gradually petrified.

The red meteors representing disaster dragged their long tails across space and fell one by one.

The hurricane that tore the sky apart appeared out of thin air, dragging everything into the whirlpool and crushing it.

The angry voice of George III came out from the secret mausoleum in a world of its own: "Are you crazy?"

She is forcibly accepting the arrival of the original witch Chick from Sequence 0 as a Sequence 4 person!

Triss laughed. The hair on her head was like thick venomous snakes. The skin on her face was stretched to the extreme. It cracked inch by inch like dry land, and flesh and blood were exposed and overflowed from these gaps.

“Shouldn’t the ending of a good story have all the bad guys die?

"For example, you, or me..."

The feast of natural disasters appeared in the same space, and meteorites with special powers hit this place one after another from the sky.

The mausoleum isolated from reality finally appeared in front of Triss. The ferocious and terrifying face outlined with a happy smile turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

Under the exposed dome, George III roared, reaching out to touch the illusory throne.

However, in the end, the surging flesh and blood were swallowed up in the endless thunder storm.

Prince Grove, who had '0-36' on his head, was about to evacuate when a pure white lightsaber pierced out from behind his heart. He looked back with difficulty and saw that the puppet that could not break through his defense could only fight with him. Right against his back.

"Who are you?"

"The witch died of love, and the conspirator died of a backstab." The young man's voice came from behind the red helmet: "Good night, rotten cabbage."

The man took off his helmet, revealing Su Lin's face, "Okay, according to the logic set by the main body, the next step is to clean up the battlefield."

He picked up the level 0 sealed object with the sound of ocean tides and a crown shape on the ground, looked at the ruins in front of him, sighed, and inserted a cross on the ground.