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Should I eat first or eat first

Chapter 1068 Should I eat first, or should I eat first...

In the sky deep in the raging sea, Angel left the mirror world, his figure outlined among the lead-gray clouds.

Below her, violent waves washed over the island, which looked like an apple with a hole bitten in it. A few damaged buildings could be vaguely seen near the hole, but there was no sign of any human activity.

This is the Sona Island where Angel sent Klein to the "God-Forsaken Land" and was attacked by angels from the Witch Cult on the way back. It was eventually affected by the battle between the two and was destroyed.

After that incident, the residents of this island were all relocated by the Storm Church and the colonial government. Most of them were settled in various places in the Rorsted Archipelago, and a small number went to the island where the "City of Dreams" was located. Because it accepted the supply and cargo trade of passing ships from the north and south continents, the port was repeatedly expanded and almost became a new small city. Many islanders settled here with the hope of getting rich overnight or to escape the war in the northern continent, causing the city's population to increase by a full 10,000 in half a year.

Influenced by the local residents, these people more or less believed in the "Witch Church" and Saint Angelica, allowing Angel's anchor to remain stable and to demonstrate his power to curb disasters and quell chaos in front of believers more frequently, which received good feedback.

"In this sense, the divine power leaked by the 'Original Witch' destroyed this island, but it actually brought me a lot of benefits..."

Angel muttered, and with the help of the "Rose Necklace" the soul of the sea singer summoned a whirlwind to lift himself up. He flew low through the gap blown up at the edge of the island and quickly arrived at the abandoned village on the other side.

She was surprised to find that the entire village, whether it was the windmill that hid the altar leading to the God-forsaken Land, the cemetery where a large number of local residents' bodies were buried, or even the nearby plantations, had all been razed to the ground by some powerful force, leaving only charred soil on the ground, without a single green plant left.

This familiar feeling immediately reminded Angel of Bansi Port, the port where the bloody primitive sacrifice was revived and polluted by the leaked power of the "City of Disaster". It had been completely cleaned up by the Storm Church and turned into ruins.

"It seems that the battle between the two disaster witches last time made the Storm Church pay attention to the situation here, and eventually destroyed this village..."

Angel frowned and walked around the ruins. He found that the important basement was not damaged but was buried under the soft scorched earth. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't think the Mandated Punishers were so unprofessional that they didn't even notice the unconcealed basement. The only possibility was that they only received orders to destroy the ground buildings and spared the altar leading to the "God-Forsaken Land" that was extremely important to Angel and Klein.

After reactivating the runes engraved with dark red blood in the basement, Angel came to the abandoned giant village in the God-forsaken Land in the darkness that suddenly appeared beside him. He walked out of the room that was also buried deep underground, lit the lantern under the starless night sky, and let the warm light surround himself.

The monsters hiding in the darkness subconsciously looked towards the light. After seeing Angel's figure clearly, they immediately fled in all directions and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"It seems that there is some communication between the monsters. Do they know that I am not easy to mess with?"

Angel chuckled as his thoughts raced.

She had come to this enclosed land several times in the past few months. She was not worried about being in the darkness. She just leaned quietly against the weathered and mottled stone wall, waiting for Klein's call.

Within a few minutes, she sensed that her historical projection was summoned by an ancient scholar and became a kind of "mirror double".

With a thought, Angel's body leaning against the wall shattered and melted like a mirror. Her real body quickly appeared in a new position through the mystical connection with the substitute. Suddenly, she felt her collar tightened, and the lady's shirt under the cloak was tight, outlining the beautiful curve of her chest, almost hanging her up.

She was picked up by Klein like a cat!

Angel's face froze, and his figure immediately disappeared from where he was, appearing behind Klein. He reached out to grab the back of his windbreaker, but his fingers tightened and he found that he had grabbed nothing. Klein melted into the air like an illusion, and the same happened to the lantern in his hand.

This "Klein" is also a historical projection!

Okay, okay, let's play it this way, right... Angel raised his eyebrows, and a hint of gray and white emanated from his fingertips, stroking the historical projection that had not yet completely disappeared, and with a "precise" fatal blow, he hit the projection's weakness.

A hundred meters away, Klein, who had hidden his figure with the help of an illusion, emerged from the darkness. He was holding a real lantern, his expression was stiff, and his limbs were like they were filled with lead, having been affected by the "petrification".

Even Zaratul was not immune to the damage transmitted to Angel from his secret puppet and historical projection, let alone this little "ancient scholar"?

Walking in front of Klein, who was unable to move, Angel snorted and was about to teach him a lesson when he suddenly thought of a better way to "retaliate".

She took out the folding tables, chairs, and tableware that had been prepared long ago from the mirror space, and deftly placed them in front of Klein. Then came the steaming exquisite meals, including rare Tilis steak, Olavian lobster, pan-fried dragon bone fish, and other "hard dishes", as well as Deese pie with extra apple crumbles, Klein's favorite sweet iced tea, and Coke, which they both had recently become fond of.

As the delicious meal was placed on the table, Angel deliberately guided the rich aroma to where Klein was standing, causing his stiff face to gradually wrinkle. His eyes kept moving, looking at the sizzling steak on the iron plate, and then at the pie with a mixture of fat and sweet and sour apple crumbles, and his mouth was constantly saliva.

What's worse is that Angel, who was tidying the tablecloth and placing the tableware, looked even more delicious than the meal on the table. Her blouse, which was a little messy because she was grabbed by the back of the neck, outlined the perfect curves of her upper body. Her legs kept moving under the long skirt with layers of gauze. The white skin that occasionally appeared from the hem of the skirt formed a sharp contrast with the yellow-brown ground, which made Klein's blood boil.

She is seducing me with her "charm"... With difficulty, he turned his eyes away from Angel. His cheeks became hot and his eyes darkened. He could hardly pretend anymore.

In fact, he could have gotten rid of the "petrification" effect, which was not that strong, long ago, but he did the same thing in revenge for the last time when Angel grabbed his collar and summoned a projection. He felt a little guilty at the moment, so he played a trick on the other party.

Unexpectedly, Angel not only put out delicious food, but also treated himself as a "delicacy". It was obvious that he knew that he was not "petrified" and was testing how long he could hold on.

Finally, Angel set out what might be the most luxurious feast in the past thousands of years in the dark wilderness of the God-Forsaken Land. He sat on a chair and looked at Klein with purple eyes that were like hidden whirlpools. He smiled and said,

"Why, are you still going to keep pretending? Then I'll start on my own."

Being exposed head-on, Klein showed a somewhat embarrassed expression. He relaxed his limbs that were in a stiff posture, walked to the folding dining table, placed the lantern on the ground, and sniffed the air composed of various spices, oils, and proteins. He felt like he had returned to civilized society from a barbaric land.

As a Sequence 3 Beyonder, he could go without food or water for ten days or half a month, but his spiritual energy would be depleted after frequent use of his abilities, and his need for food would also increase.

However, frequently asking Mr. Fool to transfer food would easily expose his relationship with this god, so Klein spent most of his time in the God-Forsaken Land filling his stomach with food projections from the historical pores, allowing the false energy to fill his body in a short period of time and provide a slight replenishment.

Only when Angel "smuggled" some non-spiritual food, which was therefore not easily contaminated by the source, in front of him through a special mirror space close to the "City of Disaster" like he was doing now, could he feel at ease and enjoy a dinner that would not disappear.

Compared to him, Angel no longer needed to eat, but food tasted better when shared together, so she stayed with Klein. Under the occasional lightning flashing across the sky and the "watch" of monsters that dared not approach but were unwilling to leave in the distance, she devoured the food prepared by the chef of the "Dream City" and exchanged information about the outside world over the past month.

The war in the northern continent entered a difficult stalemate. Although the Steam Church of Intis did not oppose the war, it held a negative attitude towards the invasion of Loen. The angels of the church did not appear on the front line, and the saints only did some defensive work. The "Mechanical Hearts" in Loen remained completely neutral and only managed the current believers. This allowed the "Night Watchers" and "Punished Punishers" in major cities such as Backlund and Constant to free up their energy to deal with other troubles, so as not to waste time on monitoring their peers.

But even so, Loen, which was attacked from three sides, north, west, and sea, was somewhat overwhelmed. Feyneport bypassed Lenburg and other countries, completely occupied Dessi County and Southwell County, and joined forces with the Intis army that was attacking East Tucker County, pushing the front line close to the Backlund region. Loen's large plains were occupied by the two countries, and 80% of the arable land was lost. In addition, refugees poured into core areas such as the Backlund region, and food reserves gradually bottomed out.

On the northern front, with the efforts of the Church of Evernight to gather the Beyonders across the country to resist the invasion, the Feysac Empire has not yet broken through Jianhai County, but Angel has participated in four battles in this month, fighting against the Einhorn family and the angels of the Church of the God of War on the front line. Once, he was ambushed by a weather warlock, a "Glory One", and several saints. If it weren't for Ms. Arianna's timely rescue, I'm afraid he would have to try the resurrection ability of the "Immortal" Witch.

Hearing that Loen's situation was critical, Klein's steak no longer tasted good. Although he knew that a Sequence 3 like him would be useless even if he went to the battlefield, he still felt a little disappointed.

Seeing his expression change, Angel sighed and stopped talking about these things. Instead, he talked about the social style of Morola, the "City of Exile", which was very different from the outside world, using light topics to stimulate Klein's appetite.

Then, she secretly took out a bottle of golden-red, somewhat sticky Sonia blood wine and two wine glasses from the mirror space and replaced the "Black Bear Coke" on the table.

(End of this chapterInteresting"

Chapter 1069 "Interesting"

Only when the bottle was empty did the two leave the mirror maze that blocked their view of the outside world and return to a dark wilderness.

It was already the morning of the second day with dense lightning. Angel packed up the tables, chairs, and leftovers to avoid being discovered by Amon or other mythical creatures passing by. Then he looked at Klein with satisfaction and asked:

"Is there something you want me to come early for?"

She and Klein had originally agreed to "deliver meals" every six weeks, but now it has only been a month since the last time, and it was the information conveyed by Mr. Fool that made Angel think that something had happened in the God-Forsaken Land and she hurried over.

Before his energy ran out, Klein, who looked a little listless, picked up the lantern from the ground and pointed it in a direction with the dim light. He replied,

"There are some interesting things over there. I think I should ask you to come and take a look."

"I would have been more interested if you had said that last night."

Angel chuckled and looked far into the distance towards that location, but found that even with the help of dark vision, his vision far exceeded that of ordinary people, he could not see through the darkness that enveloped the entire God-Forsaken Land.

"I mean business."

Klein added helplessly, walking forward with the lantern.

"Of course I'm talking about business."

Angel muttered, recovering from the satisfaction after the tenderness, looking around vigilantly, and following closely behind.

The conversation between the two people disappeared into the darkness along with the dim light of the lantern.

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Behind the Cathedral of Knowledge in the center of the "City of Exile" Morola, three cloaked exiles groped their way into the cemetery with the help of the light of dusk.

This cemetery surrounded by bushes is so large that its edges are almost invisible. Tombstones are neatly arranged, interspersed with large tombs protruding from the ground. There are also several entrances with arches and stone steps leading to the underground mausoleum.

These entrances, which were luxuriously decorated and totally out of place in the exiled city of Morola, were exactly what the three were aiming for. They quickly gathered at one of them and looked at each other. One of them said in a hoarse voice,

"This is it. Let's go in."

"Go in."

"Walk."

The other two responded, but neither was willing to be the first to walk down the stone steps into the dark underground area.

The instigation gradually turned into an argument, and then into a shove. The three of them barely managed to calm down before a duel to decide their lives. The hoarse-voiced exile who led the fight thought for a moment, snatched the lantern from the smallest companion, kicked him, and said,

"You go first, I go second."

He knew that if he didn't set an example, tonight's operation would fail. He could only put himself in second place and let the other party explore the way first.

After another argument, the three reached an agreement, lined up, and entered the pitch-black entrance of the mausoleum one by one.

Then they never came out again.

On top of a three-story building in the distance, William put down the telescope that had been looking at the three exiles and wrote in his notebook:

"Most of the entrances to the underground areas of the cemetery lead to different ossuaries, which allows the cemetery with limited space to accommodate more than a million corpses... But one of the entrances leads to an unknown location. Although the 'little white mice' who entered carried lanterns to keep the lights on, they were not blindfolded. After three consecutive groups entered, they disappeared directly and never appeared again. No monsters that looked like them returned to the ground...

"Judgment: They encountered an accident before entering the depths of the underground mausoleum, and did not come into contact with the dangerous sealed object."

After blowing away the dust on his notebook, William closed it and carefully put it away. He took one last look at the huge cemetery that was gradually shrouded in the night. He had the illusion of facing a giant beast that was devouring living people.

He shook his head and jumped directly from the third floor. His limbs touched the ground in a delicate way to unload the force. He stood up as if nothing had happened and came to the main entrance of the Church of Knowledge.

The last group of exiles sent to Morola today walked out of the church, looking at the bustling streets with excitement or confusion, exactly the same as when William and others came a month ago.

Yesterday, 30 people died, and today 50 more were sent here. No wonder such a large cemetery is needed... William sneered in his heart and stood in the corner waiting for the group of newcomers to disperse. Then he walked into the prayer hall of the Church of Knowledge and found Elaine Soren in the hall that was like a library.

The red-haired beauty was wearing an outfit that was not seductive but rather androgynous. She was reading a thick book at a long table illuminated by candlelight.

William walked closer and saw that the cover of the book was written in Lemburg language: "Making and Maintaining Dolls".

The captain has been coming to the Knowledge Church to read books frequently in the past half month. If she hadn't been investigating other organizations that had infiltrated Morola every day and continuing to carry out Miss Angelica's mission, I would have almost thought that she would convert to the "God of Wisdom"... While thinking, William approached Elaine and casually took a copy of "The Principle of Sealing" from the bookshelf. He sat across the long table and whispered under the cover of the book:

"The three 'little white mice' didn't come out. They should have disappeared like the previous two batches."

Elaine withdrew her gaze from the meticulously drawn puppet map, looked at William, nodded and said,

"It is consistent with the information we know. Without a blindfold, even if you enter the underground area with a lamp, you can't go far... There are no other cemeteries or mausoleums in Morola. It seems that what we are looking for is under this cemetery, buried under the Church of Knowledge..."

Her voice stopped abruptly. After a moment, an old man in his sixties or seventies with gray hair and a white robe came over with his hands behind his back. He looked at Elaine gently and asked with a smile,

"Have you finished reading the books I gave you?"

"This is the only one missing, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Elaine answered honestly, her expression unclear whether it was relief or pain.

Archbishop Heraberg, who received them when they entered Morola, nodded with satisfaction and continued,

"Come to me to get a test paper after reading it. Only when you get full marks can you be considered to have truly learned this knowledge."

It's over. The captain has really joined the Church of Knowledge, and he even has to take an exam. Should I consider changing fleets? William's mind flashed back to the years of studying and taking exams on the Golden Dream. He stared at the white-robed bishop walking away in amazement. He glanced at Elaine and found that she was equally shocked. Only then did he feel relieved.

"Do you really want to take the test?"

He asked tentatively.

"He said that in order to complete my mission safely, I must learn this knowledge. Knowledge is power and wealth..." Elaine answered in a low voice, and did not return to her normal tone until Heraberg's figure disappeared between the bookshelves. "It seems that he knows the purpose of our coming here very well. Before, Tia said that it was this bishop who saved her from the witch sect. I'm afraid the whole thing was within his expectations."

"Anyway, I plan to do as he asks. Fortunately, before I became a Beyonder, I developed a habit of reading under the influence of my family..."

By the way, the captain is from the Soran family and has a little more culture than other "hunters"... The image of the fourth boatswain on the "Golden Dream" flashed through William's mind. He picked up the book "The Principle of Sealing" and left the church with Elaine.

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In the God-forsaken land, Angel and Klein came to a wilderness.

This place was different from the flat wasteland before. The ground was covered with criss-crossing gullies. In addition to the never-fading darkness in the sky, there was also a layer of gray-yellow mist. It was not pungent, but it gave Angel a premonition of danger.

"Is this what you call 'interesting'?"

Angel asked, pointing around.

"I have been exploring nearby these days and have confirmed many facts. This fog covers an area of nearly 100 kilometers in radius. There are countless undead creatures inside, and they should all be formed under the influence of the fog..."

Klein replied, his voice a little hazy in the gradually thickening fog.

"I tried to use the secret dolls and historical projections to go deeper into the thick fog, but the secret dolls would soon die and become cursed beings lingering in the fog, and the historical projections could not withstand this curse.

"The only successful attempt was when I had the historical projection summon the projection of the 'Star Staff', which reproduced your reaching the status of an angel, the cursed plague attached, neutralized the influence of the fog, and approached the core area of the thick fog.

"There is a dead Cyclops wandering there, several dozen meters tall, but still constantly creating cursed fog. I judge that He is most likely an angel... at least He was when He was alive.

"Besides that, there's a weird building there, and that's what I wanted to show you... something interesting."

As he spoke, Klein stretched out his hands and used the magician's illusion to create a blurry picture between his arms.

Angel squinted at the static painting and saw a hint of gray in the equally thick fog in the painting.

There are continuous buildings in the deep ravines that run across the earth, as if they are inlaid on the ground. They are embedded in each other, and the appearance is as smooth as cast cement. They are angular rectangles with no doors or windows, just like they are made up of "sarcophagi" of different sizes.

No, that's a cement-cast "sarcophagus"!

Angel frowned, trying to see more clearly in the blurry illusion. This scene originated from a glimpse of Klein's historical projection in the distance, with only the outline of the building.

But just by looking at the outline, she was able to match it with a building in her memory.

It was a research institute that was located in Eastern Europe during Angel's time and was used to study the re-production of oil from dried-up oil fields after oil was depleted.

That was a disaster site that was completely sealed with concrete because of some kind of disaster leakage and preserved as a "sarcophagus".

That was the beginning of the earth entering a mysterious era, demons continued to emerge, and the countdown to the end of the world began.

In the history books that Angel remembers, it was called "ChernobylThe Traveler: The Shadow of Chernobyl

Chapter 1070 The Time Traveler: The Shadow of Chernobyl

Chernobyl!

The words that Angel accidentally blurted out made Klein stand there in shock.

Although this is an English word, its Chinese meaning is also a direct transliteration. Before he "traveled through time", countless literary works, games and conspiracy theories used it as a carrier. Zhou Mingrui, a keyboard politician who surfs the Internet, was naturally familiar with this place name.

"The place that was sealed after the nuclear leak?"

He asked subconsciously, but he felt like the boot had dropped to the ground.

After all, half a year ago, he knew from Angel that the earth under his feet was the Earth where he had lived for more than 20 years and had thousands of years of brilliant human civilization. He was just a "traveler" in the time dimension. Not to mention the abandoned nuclear power plant, even if a satellite fell from the sky and there were Armstrong's footprints on the moon, he would not be too surprised.

"Nuclear leak? This place has been radiation-free for a long time. It was even reopened to study the re-production of oil from nearby dried-up oil wells. But soon after the institute was opened, strange events occurred frequently inside. Researchers kept going crazy and disappearing. The institute was then sealed again in a 'sarcophagus' made of thick concrete and lead plates."

Angel withdrew his gaze from the continuous gray-white building images in Klein's arms and explained with a serious expression.

"Since then, mysterious events have occurred frequently around the world. Ordinary people have mutated into monsters, and all kinds of abnormalities have emerged. Finally, demons appeared with evil power, and the end of the world has entered the countdown...

"Therefore, the Chernobyl incident, as the earliest detectable 'anomaly', is generally considered to be the starting point of this series of changes."

This... is completely different from the history in my mind. When I traveled through time, this place name was only associated with "nuclear leakage" and was always used to criticize another incident in a neighboring island country... Klein was a little dazed. He dispersed the illusion created in his arms and took a few steps forward in the fog that had affected his vision. He looked at the core area of the fog, and thoughts flashed through his mind.

By the way, Angel's "time travel" was about 70 years later than mine. The history she knew also included the stage when the mystery was gradually resurrected, and extraordinary characteristics and supernatural powers gradually emerged...

But why "Chernobyl" and not some other place? Because of the research and pollution it had conducted?

Judging from its location, it should have been located in an underground area. Was it because of this that it survived the disaster at the time of the epoch change? In a sense, it was different from us who traveled through "Source Castle" and "City of Disaster". It was a true "flesh travel"...

As he was thinking, a scene in Klein's mind was suddenly triggered by his inspiration and connected with the current "Chernobyl".

That was the scene he saw when he tried to divine his origins in the gray fog after obtaining the "Darkless Cross".

At that time, the "Creator of Silver City" and "Ancient Sun God", who was still a human, walked out of a building with a vague appearance and only outlines, and came to the Second Era, which was extremely dark and helpless for humans, and began his legendary life.

That building was "Chernobyl"!

Although he had long confirmed from various clues that the sun god who suppressed many ancient gods and created the human era was his fellow countryman, just in a different way, but now standing near the building where he appeared, he finally felt a sense of reality, as if he had touched the magnificent glorious era across time and space.

At this moment, the "Ancient Scholar" potion in his body had been significantly digested. He only needed a little more to fully master this power and prepare for promotion.

And that little bit of hope lies ahead, inside Chernobyl.

After hesitating for a moment, Klein told Angel his entire idea, especially that the "Ancient Sun God" might be a time traveler, and the things related to this building. He did not hide anything because it might reveal his relationship with "The Fool".

Because the next exploration would most likely involve the remaining power of this god, he couldn't let Angel take unnecessary risks for fear of exposing his identity.

"The sun god, the father of Amon and his brothers, actually came out from here…"

Fortunately, Angel was only stunned for a moment and didn't pay attention to the emotions in Klein's words. He was soon immersed in the shock of receiving new information, muttering to himself.

"The cross, Amon, the origins of the holy scriptures of various churches, and even the obviously deliberate surnames of those ancient families that originated from the Third Age... I actually didn't think about this aspect before. Could it be caused by the power of the 'audience' path?"

Perhaps it is true. If the strongest "audience" is really the offspring "sent" by the ancient sun god in order to expel the characteristics in his body, then "He" is the original and strongest "dreamer"... Klein muttered in his heart. Seeing Angel recover from his shock, he continued:

"My plan is to find a way to solve or bypass the dead but still lingering giant, enter Chernobyl, and see the real situation inside. This will help me digest the last potion, and also find out the past of the Amon brothers and even the ancient sun god..."

After all, this is an ancient building that has experienced the transition from the old to the new era and the "Great Cataclysm" and remains intact. He doesn't believe that there is nothing abnormal inside.

He had made some attempts on his own before asking Angel for help, but even if he could be promoted to the status of an angel through Sefirah Castle and have the power to fight against the giants who had little intelligence, he still needed to rely on the "prayer light spot" to transmit power to reality.

And whether it is the secret doll or the image of the historical pores, those who go deep into the gray-yellow fog will soon lose control and become cursed undead, wandering around Chernobyl like the giant, as if guarding the building.

The number of secret dolls and the convenience of historical projection were completely suppressed by the area damage. It was like facing a high-level witch... Klein thought of the "witch" and sought help from Angel.

"This cursed mist is not the witch's disease mist, but it has a certain similarity, and the curse inside is related to the 'Death' path... I can use the flames around me to dispel this curse, but I'm afraid it will cause greater harm to you..."

Glancing at the frail fortune teller, Angel said meaningfully, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out to grab something beside him:

"Oh, I can use the one Mr. Azik gave me..."

Her hand grabbed nothing and she put it down awkwardly, then she remembered that the mirror world of "God's Forsaken Land" was not connected to the outside world. Most objects with spiritual power were left outside, and only ordinary food and furniture were brought in here through the portable magic mirror.

Klein suddenly realized something and followed her example, grabbing a few times in the air and pulling out a feather stained with dark red blood from the mist of history.

At this moment, the gray-yellow fog around the two of them was dispelled by some mysterious force, revealing a black sky flashing with lightning and a brown ground covered with gullies.

It really works!

Klein was delighted at first, but then he was filled with doubts:

Since a breath from Mr. Azik, the "Archon of Death," could dispel the cursed fog around him, that meant the giant who released the fog was not an angel. But how could a Sequence 3, or even a Sequence 4 saint, linger in the God-Forsaken Land after his death and create a harsh environment that was difficult to survive in a radius of dozens of kilometers?

In his opinion, this must be something that only angels can do.

"Perhaps He was simply contaminated by the 'Death God' path, and is an angel from another path. The giants are likely to be from the 'Warrior' path, just like the Giant King. If the characteristics of Sequence 1 all belong to the 'God of War', then this giant…"

Angel was analyzing the situation, and his expression changed before he finished speaking.

The thick fog that had been dispersed around the two men gathered again and pressed towards Klein in the center. Heart-pounding roars, as if death was approaching, continued to sound, gradually becoming louder.

Those were the footsteps of a giant who was several dozen meters tall and was most likely a warrior angel, the "Glory One," running towards them!

Without any communication, the two responded tacitly.

Klein's figure flashed, and his real body had merged into the mist of history. The secret doll left at the spot pulled out his former self with one hand, and handed the fake "Deathwing" to the other party with the other hand, and then he disappeared in the rising flames.

The historical projection, which had gained autonomous consciousness because its original body was hidden, took the feather, and with its other hand, it also reached into the mist of history and pulled out a black cane inlaid with gems.

"Star Staff"!

His mind flashed with the strongest attack he had ever seen, the lightning that came from the sky above Backlund and instantly killed countless Amon's clones. It was the lightning from the "Lord of the Storm" and he used this "0" level seal to reproduce it.

Amid flashes of lightning, the gray-yellow mist was pushed back by a giant tens of meters tall, as tall as a mountain. His body was blue-black, with festering pus oozing from the surface, and his single eye was sunken and lifeless. The gray-yellow mist gushed out from the wounds all over his body, immediately filling in the part that was dispersed by "Deathwing", and rushed to two or three meters beside Klein before reaching balance again.

In his hand was a sword that was over ten meters long and made of orange-yellow light. The moment he was enveloped by this light, Klein felt himself becoming weak and old, as if he had entered old age.

Dusk... Giant... It is indeed an angel from the Warrior path... Thoughts surged through Klein's mind, but he quickly suppressed them so as not to affect the Star Staff in his hand.

Angel beside him reacted instantly. Her body suddenly grew taller and bigger. Her long light golden hair condensed into poisonous snakes with bloody mouths and single deep eyes pointing at the giant. Black, blue and purple flames also surged from her body, making her look like the legendary fire giant.

But compared to the real giants who were tens of meters tall, even if her height increased to more than two meters, she could only barely reach the other's ankles.

The lifeless single eye of the "Gloria" turned slightly and looked at her, as if he had just discovered the enemy's location. Then he raised one foot and slammed towards Angel, who had the form of both a witch and a hunter mythical creatureSword of Glory"

Chapter 1071 "Sword of Glory"

The last time Angel faced an enemy of such a huge size difference was in the Salinger Mausoleum deep in the Violent Sea. At that time, she was just the "Despair" witch and she was helpless against the feathered serpent whose head was as big as a mountain. Even the "petrification" spell could only cause negligible damage.

But at this time, she is also an angel, and also possesses the complete form of a mythical creature. Moreover, because she was blessed with the power of the "War Bishop" while being a "Disaster" witch, the form of the Gorgon is mixed with the "Disaster Giant" belonging to the hunter. Although this part has not reached the status of an angel, it can still make her body as hard as steel, with flames burning on the surface, and causing high temperature damage to any objects it touches, or even burning them directly.

At this moment, the nearly five-meter-long big feet of the "Gloria" were stepping on such a ball of "steel and fire". Although the weight of half of his body was pressing on it, causing the ground to crack, he could not completely crush it.

And as the bodies made contact, the gray-white color representing destruction quickly spread upward from the sole of the giant's right foot, and in an instant it passed over the knee, almost turning his entire leg into a stone statue!

This is the true power of the witch's mythical creature form. Even if Angel is not strong enough to make the dead fall in love with him or make stones turn for him, "petrification" and "disease" can be quickly transmitted to the giant through contact.

Boom——

Amidst the loud noise, cracks appeared on the surface of the giant's right leg, which was as big as a towering tree. The petrified body tissues fell off in patches, and the orange-yellow twilight light overflowed from the gaps. Any object that was illuminated became aged under the erosion of time.

This is different from the theft of life by the "thief" angels, but rather allows all objects to decay and die equally in the dusk.

Klein's historical projection was merely affected by this burst of light, and he immediately felt himself changing from a young man to a middle-aged man, and then continuously changing to an old man. Without any hesitation, he waved the "Star Staff" in his hand, causing another bolt of lightning from the Lord of Storms to fall from the sky and land on the blue-black head of the Cyclops.

Even if the reappeared power was not even one tenth of the power of a god, it was enough to affect an angel. The giant's limbs were immediately twitched by the lightning that spanned the sky and the earth, and more thick curse mist spewed out from the wounds all over his body.

Taking advantage of this momentary opportunity, Angel crawled out from under the petrified giant's right foot, and his whole body turned into a blazing lance, first flying into the sky, and then vertically downward, like a meteor, hitting the giant's face with one eye, and a nose and mouth that had been completely rotten and shapeless. It was like a heavy punch, making him unstable and take a few steps back.

Before he could recover, more meteors, at Angel's call, streaked through the dark night sky and hit the area with intermittent lightning.

If Angel had not been worried that a strong earthquake might destroy the Chernobyl site, he would have even prepared to crack the ground to bury this "glorious one" who was obviously a little sluggish and relatively slow in movement.

When the meteorites were about to hit him, the giant suddenly raised the greatsword made of dusk light in his hand, swept it horizontally across the meteorites carrying heat and destructive power, and erupted with terrifying power.

A storm of countless sword blades emerged from the interior of the meteorite, flashed past Angel, and pierced Klein's body from within his projection.

They turned into a storm powerful enough to destroy the entire wilderness, sweeping away everything around it. Even the curse fog created by the giants themselves was cleared away, as if its origin had been directly destroyed.

The falling meteorite, the "Flame Medusa" Angel floating in the air, and Klein holding the Star Staff were torn into pieces in an instant.

"Tsk, if it was my real body that was attacked, I would have died instantly, without even the chance to swap places with the secret doll or use a paper doll as a substitute. This is much stronger than the silver-white rapier of the Silver Knight..."

Klein muttered in the mist of history, and immediately contacted the secret puppet that had flashed to another place in advance, and asked him to return to the wasteland where the "Blade Storm" had subsided and countless gullies appeared on the ground.

Only then did he understand how the countless gullies near Chernobyl were created.

I'm afraid this "glorious one" is not wandering aimlessly, but has been guarding this building and killing countless intruders.

A thought flashed through Klein's mind, and his sight passed through the increasingly dense curse fog that almost made his secret puppet lose control, and landed in the center of the battlefield.

Angel, who used the "mirror substitute" to avoid the invisible sword, was still floating in the air. His snake-like hair was petrifying the giant below in the flames, making his rotten skin turn gray and peel off. His huge body seemed to have shrunk by one size. Pathogens that could infect and kill undead were spreading in the air, but were blocked by the cursed fog. Another round of meteorites fell from the sky, but before they got close to the battlefield, they were completely destroyed from the inside out by the invisible sword and turned into dazzling flames.

The giant's counterattack was relatively simple. He kept waving the light blade in his hand. The orange-yellow blades pierced through the void and slashed at Angel through the air. The latter kept using flames and mirror substitutes to change his position, like a spot of light flying around the giant.

Even Klein could see that in a few minutes at most, the "Gloria" who had already become dead and did not have much consciousness would be dragged to death by Angel's endless consumption.

This is a battle at the level of angels, and I feel like it has nothing to do with me... and just standing in this cursed fog, my puppet is almost turning into an undead that obeys the giant... Negative thoughts popped up in Klein's mind. He glanced at the giant as tall as a mountain and found that the other party didn't even have a spiritual line. He was completely the nemesis of the "Fortune Teller".

Even if he could use a Level 0 seal like the "Star Staff" to inflict certain damage to the opponent, the giant with a complete mythical creature form could withstand one attack after another without suffering fatal injuries. As for himself, if he were to be counterattacked by the opponent, he would die instantly, and even his substitute would have little chance of withstanding.

This is the gap between angels and saints.

Watching the battle situation gradually tilting towards Angel, feeling the sluggish feeling of the secret doll being cursed and gradually stepping into death, Klein smiled self-deprecatingly. Suddenly, his expression changed, and his eyes stayed on the blue-purple flame summoned by Angel.

The flame penetrated the invisible sword blade and landed on the giant's rock-like chest, exploding into a ball of brilliant sparks.

Then, a bunch of sparks exploded, and Klein's figure was outlined in it. He was instantly ignited by the high temperature and lost himself in the thick curse fog.

But his last cry still reached Angel's ears:

"Leodro!"

Before the words recited in the giant language fell to the ground, hundreds of silver-white lightning bolts entangled and fell from the sky, covering the majestic figure of the Cyclops, making his blue-black skin as black as charcoal. His chest was completely open, revealing a heart that had long been dried up but was still beating slowly.

The next second, Angel's vague outline appeared inside the giant's chest like a phantom in a mirror. A thick gray-white color spread rapidly with her as the center, turning the giant's heart, body, and even his charred skin into stone.

Boom——

The stone statue fell forward slowly but quickly, and was smashed into pieces in the ravine created by itself. The dust it stirred up spread all around, making the thunder that had not yet completely dissipated seem a little dim.

Angel slowly fell down in the dust. His snake-like hair and the flames on his body retracted, and his body returned to its original size. However, his clothes were inevitably completely damaged, and at this moment he was no different from being naked.

Fortunately, Audrey had learned from her previous experience and was well prepared. She entered the mirror world and changed into spare clothes before returning to the battlefield. She stood with her hands on her hips and looked at the completely petrified body of the "Gloria".

Half a month ago, she was in a miserable state at the hands of a "Glory One" and a "Weather Warlock" in Feysac. Now, she finally got her face back from another angel, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Klein also returned from the gap in history. At this moment, he was holding up a fake feather to dispel the curse fog around him, his eyes fixed on the single eye of the giant who died with his eyes open.

Without "He" constantly emitting new curses, the gray-yellow air around them soon improved, and the complete remains of the giant appeared in front of the two. The limbs, which were somewhat fragile due to being turned into stone, were broken into countless pieces of different sizes, covering the ground within a radius of 100 meters.

The only intact right arm of the giant was emitting an orange glow, and the power within was slowly condensing, making the originally dark sky seem to be dyed with the colors of sunset.

Half an hour later, the extraordinary characteristics of this "Glory One" appeared in front of the two people in the form of a giant bone sword with a length of more than five meters and a surface coated with light yellow oil.

"This... I'm afraid even the giants of Silver City can't use it?"

Klein stared in amazement at the first "0" level Sealed Artifact loot they had obtained, wondering whether it would be better to use the power of "Source Castle" or "City of Disaster" to restore it to Beyonder characteristics.

"And it is obvious that it has been contaminated by the power of the 'God of Death' path... This may explain why he has been wandering around Chernobyl. He is obviously dead, but he cannot find peace."

He continued to mutter, but found that Angel had a mysterious smile on his face. He came to the hilt of the sword that she couldn't even hold with both arms around it. He jumped up and hugged the bone sword while saying:

"Don't forget, this is the seal of the 'Warrior' path..."

Her original weapon made by "Dawn Knight" had the ability to change shape and size!

This characteristic is based on the warrior's ability to master various weapons, and it is likely to be a "commonality" similar to sealed objects.

As she expected, after the spirituality spread into the five-meter-long bone sword, the giant sword that she originally could not lift at all quickly changed its appearance and became a straight sword that was just over one meter long, similar to Angelica's blade.

But as she gripped the hilt of the sword, the sealed object emitted a dim yellow light again, and a thick curse mist gushed out, causing Klein, who was standing nearby, to have his hair stand on end, and his inner premonition of danger reached its peak.

The negative effect of the seal has been triggered!

Fortunately, this curse has little effect on me... Angel tried to use his angelic status to barely suppress the bone sword in his hand so that it would no longer emit mist. Then he remembered that Klein was still beside him. He quickly turned around and looked, but was met with a pair of lifeless eyes.

The real Klein had long since disappeared into the mists of history, leaving behind only a historical projection who could die from the curse at any time.

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After a lot of chaos, the two finally figured out the effects and negative effects of this "Glory One" seal through divination and other means.

As Angel expected, it can transform into various weapons according to the user's wishes, ranging from a small dagger to a giant sword several meters long, but all of them have the lethality to break through all defenses, and can create invisible blades that appear directly in the enemy's body, with effects such as curses and petrification that the user can cast, as if directly chopping the enemy.

The range of this "remote attack" is as long as 20 kilometers. Even if you cannot see the enemy, as long as you can sense the opponent's position through various methods, you can launch an attack directly.

In addition to this, it can also create a "Blade Storm" like the one the Giant just used to attack Angel and Klein, covering all enemies at the same time and sweeping away everything around it.

Because this "Glory One" had suffered some kind of curse from the "God of Death" during his lifetime, this attack has a stronger effect on the dead souls, evil spirits and other beings.

In contrast to its powerful destructive power is its equally terrifying negative effect: regardless of whether anyone is using it or not, it will continue to produce a gray-yellow fog full of curses, gradually covering an area of 20 kilometers in radius, gradually transforming all living things inside into undead.

Even if the user can resist the influence of this curse, he will gradually be transformed into an undead creature while holding the weapon. With Angel's angelic status, he can only last for five minutes at most. Beyonders below the High Sequence will probably be transformed as soon as they touch it.

If there are no living creatures around for it to "curse", it will attempt to "dusk" the non-living objects it touches, staining them with an indelible orange-yellow glow. Any original effects will be weakened and their intensity greatly reduced. Even a "level 1" seal will be quickly destroyed.

Other details cannot be tested or quantified for the time being, such as the significantly enhanced strength when holding a weapon, or the control over the undead creatures in the mist...

Angel decided to hand this matter over to Amon, the former governor of Patis in the "City of Dreams", and let him use his power as a "decryption scholar" to compile the specific instructions for this level 0 seal of the "Witch Church".

Before this, Angel, who didn't know how to seal the "Glory", could only temporarily leave it in the mirror space and let it enjoy polluting the useless tables, chairs and tableware inside.

After throwing the bone sword into the mirror, Angel looked at Klein complacently and asked,

"I plan to name it 'Sword of Glory'... What do you think?"

Not very good, about the same as the "Box of the Old Days" and "Wishing Magic Lamp", and even worse than "Angelica's Blade" and "Alesukhod's Pen"... Klein muttered silently, and when he saw Angel's eyes becoming more dangerous, he nodded quickly:

"It sounds good."

After resolving the naming issue of the sealed object, the two once again set out on the journey to "Chernobyl", the core area of the cursed fog, in the center of the ravine-covered plain.

With the efforts of constantly pulling the "Wings of Death" feathers from the historical pore images to disperse the gray-yellow fog, they soon came to an extremely deep ravine.

Unlike the traces created by the Cyclops around it, this ravine was wide and deep. Its edge first sloped down steeply and then became gentle. At the bottom was the gray-white building complex that Angel had seen in the illusion created by Klein.

After confirming it with her naked eyes, she was finally sure that this was the research institute that she had seen in history books in her previous life and had long been sealed and abandoned. The only difference was that its surface, which was supposed to be made of reinforced concrete, was now almost smooth and without any gaps, as if it had been "transformed" by some mysterious force.

This immediately posed a practical problem to the two men: how to get into this huge building