With the help of the Silver City trio, Klein retracted his shadow and went all the way to the depths of the hall, where he saw the iron-black throne located on the steps belonging to giants.
He saw the man with black hair and shawl sitting on the throne. His eyes were covered with shadows, and his specific appearance was very blurry. Layers of black wings hung down one after another, covering most of his body. He wore a luxurious robe with black and silver threads.
Full of mysterious colors.
When he stepped forward to explore, the power of Origin Castle triggered the remaining "spirit" of the deputy king of heaven. In the conversation with those brass eyes, Klein gradually understood some secrets and understood the redemption of the Rose of Redemption.
The origin of the name, I understand the betrayal of the three gods and the original plan of the ancient sun god, and also understand why I have to open this door myself.
At the same time, he also understood the last words that Senior Penridax said when the historical projection was lifted——
"All high-ranking evil spirits must have a source of power."
He didn't really know what this sentence meant, but he knew that it must be related to the "timing" the senior mentioned.
But now, when he looked at Saslier's condition, he caught a glimpse of gray.
In a short inspection, he deciphered a lot of information, and at the same time, he also understood the essence of this thing——
Desecrate the slate.
Mr. Devil once mentioned that he was investigating the first blasphemous tablet based on the information left by his predecessors.
The first blasphemous slate born in the Sea of Chaos!
This is probably the key item for the Dark Angels to master the Sea of Chaos!
This is the reason why the gods looked at this place and allowed themselves to come here and open the door.
At the same time, this should also be what Senior Panridax hinted to him, the source of power of the dark angel Sasril at this time.
Do you want to summon the historical projection of your predecessors?
Klein hesitated for a moment.
Not to mention that this space seems to have the power to corrupt historical projections, extraordinary items, and secret puppets. First of all, Klein doesn't know whether he should trust this senior.
Emotionally speaking, he should believe it. After all, this senior left him a lot of precious information, and his descendant Mr. Demon also showed enough character.
But from an intellectual point of view, ever since he learned about Russell's madness in his later years and was "infected" by the true Creator in a mystical sense, he inevitably developed some grudges.
Although this senior looks normal, who can guarantee that he is really normal?
Especially those Riddlers who only spoke half of the words, and the other party was clearly a Sequence Four, but could learn the high-sequence knowledge that even angels might be contaminated.
Even though he had asked Miss Justice to seal his knowledge about the starry sky, he still retained the memory that "Senior Panridax had mastered the polluting knowledge that only angels could resist".
Coupled with the unclear relationship between this senior and his descendants and the true Creator, Klein was a little afraid to take a gamble.
Just as ripples were rising in his heart, Klein suddenly felt that the surroundings had become unusually quiet:
The brass eye hidden only on the surface of the shadow curtain seemed to be missing.
Klein's gaze moved upward subconsciously, and happened to collide with a pair of shadowed eyes.
The dark angel Sasril, who was sleeping on the black throne, opened his eyes.
With a "Bang!", Elder Lovia's body collapsed and turned into a large shadow. Behind the shadow, a pair of blank but painful eyes were vaguely revealed.
In fact, Klein, who had long been prepared to face the King of Angels, did not have much fear or uneasiness about Saslier's awakening. However, under Elder Lovia, the Sequence Four demigod collapsed.
At that moment, he frightened the Red Angel, made a deal with the Fantasy Angel, obtained the key and travel notes from the Cherubim, obtained the magic potion formula from the Pure White Angel, used the real name of the Wind Angel, broke the cycle of fate in front of the Angel of Destiny, and fought with the Angel of Time.
The arrogance sustained by his fighting spirit and courage...etc. collapsed instantly, and for the first time, he truly witnessed the terrifying power of the King of Angels.
A demigod, simply... dead?
For a moment, the intense fear made Klein almost kill himself and find a way to resurrect. But at this moment, the shadow that Lovia had collapsed out of control suddenly stopped flowing, and she let out a cry full of pain but not crazy.
Deep voice:
"He's not that strong!"
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"The battle over there has already begun..." Outside the Giant King's Court, Snow, who had created a huge altar, looked towards the top of the Giant King's Court. Although Klein did not immediately summon "Feng Xue"'s historical projection,
He was a little surprised, but it was also reasonable.
He gently rubbed the vertical pupil on the chest of Heavenly Creation, and a stream of power escaped from a corner of the land abandoned by the gods. The power that blocked the land was slightly loosened, and traces of power began to interact with the outside world.
A series of eyes turned to this side, but at the same time, Backlund's side also entered the final contest.
…
"Dorothy?!" Backlund, Emlyn, who was waiting for the notification of being promoted to demigod, suddenly stood up and looked at the doll in Emily's arms. His expression became a little strange. In his sight,
Suddenly, a fist-sized ball of light floated out from the doll's chest.
The feeling that the light group gave him was not good, just like the look in the eyes of his fellow tribesmen who regarded him as a freak when attending a family gathering a long time ago. But before Emlyn could break free from such emotions, that
The ball of light had already passed through the wall and headed straight to the east.
Emlyn ignored the ball of light and immediately took the doll he named "Dorothy" from Emily's arms. However, he found that nothing seemed to have changed, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Not only Dorothy, but the other six dolls all over the world also underwent similar changes. One by one, the light balls separated from the dolls, and then moved towards the legendary god at a speed that even demigods could not catch.
Flying away from the abandoned place.
However, at this moment, the battle between the three gods in the star world has obviously attracted more attention. The undercover mother has been working as a mother for thousands of years, just for this one stunning moment, all the gods can't help but marvel.
The war stopped at this moment, and groups of orange-red dusk fell from the quiet darkness. But just when most of the light groups were falling wantonly, causing all kinds of disasters, an angel that no one expected appeared.
.
He has a beautiful appearance, soft facial features, a gentle expression with a little indifference, a tall and thin figure, and silver hair that reaches to his vest. He wears a simple and plain linen robe, with overlapping wings of light on his back.
The king of angels with twelve wings caught the orange dusk, one large and one small, in full view of the public. Under the reflection of his wings, the entire sky covered by the goddess of night seemed to turn into a huge sheet.
picture scroll.
On the desolate and decaying land, under the sky full of thunder, there is a huge altar, two saints, one black and one white, as well as a very symbolic cross and seven uncomfortable light groups. When the man wearing a black robe
The moment Snow held the pale golden Heavenly Creation floating in the air, whether it was the pirates of the Sonia Sea, the serfs of Balam, or the deserted church on the outskirts of Backlund, they had already picked up the gold.
The priests with the yellow potion all raised their heads and looked up at the picture that was embodied by the power of the angel.
A thunder suddenly exploded, followed by pale flames flowing down from the sky, seeming to want to penetrate the night curtain arranged by the goddess of the night to kill the God of War, and completely tear the picture projected on it into pieces, but here
For a moment, a pair of brass-colored eyes blocked the scroll, stopping the two gods from trying to tear the scroll apart.
"Can it be successful?" The priest in the remote church lowered his head and stopped looking at the picture in the sky. He picked up the medicine bottle, poured the liquid into his mouth, and asked a question without any ups and downs...
