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The Last Researcher

Chapter 1072 The Last Researcher

In the gradually dissipating gray-yellow mist, the two of them walked around the stretch of buildings separately and met up on the other side. They did not find any traces that could be used as entrances or exits. Even the buildings themselves seemed to have been cast in one piece and had undergone subsequent changes to completely blend into one.

Not only the "material" channel, but also Angel's mirror channel, Klein's divination, and even his real vision that he secretly saw above the gray fog while avoiding Angel, could not penetrate the layers of gray and white to reach the interior of the building.

"I can't use the mirror world to bypass it, and the small-scale 'petrification' is also ineffective. This building itself can be considered a sealed object... I just don't know which path it belongs to. Could it be a warrior?"

Angel touched the smooth gray-white wall of the building and muttered to himself. He wanted to create an earthquake under his feet to see if he could create some gaps in the Chernobyl buildings for the two of them to enter.

Klein also stood aside, thinking. Whether he used the "Creeping Hunger" or the "Star Staff" to teleport, he could do nothing about this layered building with a blurry interior.

And he remembered that in the scene seen by the divination "No Dark Cross", the ancient sun god walked out of the building by directly opening an illusory gap in the wall.

With a thought in mind, he casually grabbed a few things beside him, and a slender and lazy figure was pulled out from the gap in history. She swayed a few times before standing firm. The lady's travel hat on her head tilted to one side, revealing the slightly curly brown hair and light blue eyes underneath.

Angel's eyes fixed, and he immediately recognized that the other person was Fors Wall, the "magician" of the Tarot Club, and she looked the same as she did when she traveled to the "City of Dreams" before.

He actually summoned the projection of this "traveler" directly!

"Are you planning to use Fors as a key to open a door on the outer wall of the sealed building that is large enough for several people to enter?"

After a brief moment of daze, Angel reacted, curiously approached the "magician" historical projection with dull eyes and indifferent expression, and poked her soft cheek.

The latter subconsciously dodged the second stab, his eyes fixed on Angel's face that seemed to integrate all the beauty in the world, and suddenly took the initiative to move forward, and was stabbed for the third time.

"The historical projection can only act according to instinct. Unless her real body approaches or reaches the angelic state and is able to hide herself and let her consciousness come alive in the projection, she will not talk to you."

Seeing Angel's slightly childish behavior, Klein's lips curled up slightly, and then he made up his mind. He pulled the string of Fors's projected spirit and turned her into his secret doll.

This immediately made the "traveler"'s expression lively. She straightened the travel hat on her head, walked to the gray-white building, and reached out and pressed on the wall.

Immediately, her body merged into the building and disappeared as if passing through liquid.

Success!

Klein and Angel, who stayed outside, looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.

A moment later, Angel's mirror double, Klein's historical projection, under the guidance of the secret doll Fors, passed through layer after layer of concrete "sarcophagus" and came to a shorter building inside.

This concrete building has a heavy iron door more than two meters high. It is obviously for humans rather than giants. The inside is extremely dark, even Angel's vision cannot penetrate it. There is a dark stain on each side of the iron door, like the traces left by some kind of liquid after weathering.

In the center of the traces, two modern guns lay quietly on the ground, their muzzles pointed at Angel and Klein, quietly telling the history of the building.

This is indeed the "Chernobyl" of the previous generation of civilization before it was destroyed!

The moment she saw the two guns, Angel finally confirmed her guess, but she immediately frowned again and said:

"Do these two black marks look like they were left by the guards guarding the gate?"

"Indeed... They suddenly turned into this black substance, and their clothes weathered over time, leaving only metal guns?" Klein nodded in agreement. "We should be careful. If there is any abnormality, we should immediately cut off the connection with the stand-ins and projections."

As he spoke, he directed Fors, who had become a secret puppet, to carry a lantern and enter the heavy iron gate. He followed closely behind, while Angel stood guard at the back, his eyes occasionally sweeping over the two black marks, always feeling that these liquids were inexplicably dangerous.

Soon, they found more similar traces inside the institute, some on the walls, some on the ground, and some directly contaminated the tables and chairs.

What made them curious was that these rooms, which were filled with various facilities and office equipment, were well preserved. They did not look like they had been around for thousands of years, but rather had been abandoned only a few years ago. Apart from being covered in dust and empty, they were in better condition than the ruins from the early Fifth Epoch excavated near Backlund.

"The only abnormalities were those of the researchers, or rather the black traces they left behind..."

Angel commented quietly, his voice echoing in the empty hallway.

Was Chernobyl abandoned and sealed because of this anomaly? Could the "ancient sun god" who walked out of Chernobyl be one of the surviving researchers?

After passing a relatively concentrated pool of black "liquid" that looked as if an entire team of victims had been turned into it at the same time, Angel, Klein, and "Fors" entered a spacious room that spanned two floors.

There are huge but completely damaged steel machines here, with pipes and pressure tanks scattered around, separated from each other, as if they were broken by the internal force.

On the table in front of them was a stack of yellowed papers with a lot of handwritten text in the same language as the book covers scattered on the table.

They were all the kind that Klein couldn't understand.

He and Fors scratched their hair at the same time, thinking about how to "decipher" this text belonging to prehistoric humans, when Angel grabbed the yellowed papers and read them quickly.

Oh, I almost forgot that there is a witch here who has a hard time learning ancient Feysac language but can speak several "foreign languages"... Klein suppressed his smile and waited for Angel to finish reading all the handwritten manuscripts line by line before asking,

"Who wrote it? The researchers here, or the 'Sun God'?"

Summarizing the contents written in Russian on the paper in his mind, Angel pondered for a moment and replied:

"These appear to have been written by a researcher named Grisha, who witnessed the entire disaster that occurred in this institute..."

When Crane traveled through time and Angel was not yet born, oil was exhausted worldwide and all oil fields suddenly had no oil to produce. However, an oil field near Chernobyl was able to produce oil-like substances again, which made Chernobyl, which was deserted and well-kept secret, reopened and built a research institute to study this wonderful black substance.

It looks like petroleum, but has completely different properties. Not only is it gradually increasing in nearby oil fields, it is even spreading to the bottom of the institute. This makes researchers very excited, and they hope to use it as a substitute for petroleum.

But suddenly one day, all the black substances in the institute changed. Anyone who came into contact with them would instantly turn into the same black liquid. Because the cause could not be determined and they were worried that the leakage of the black substance would cause a large-scale disaster, the outside world directly blocked the institute, built a sarcophagus with layer after layer of concrete, and locked up the survivors, including Grisha, inside, leaving them to fend for themselves.

After the initial chaos, the surviving researchers found a way to deal with the "oil". As long as the body did not come into contact with it and isolated it with inorganic matter, it would not be transformed into the same substance. However, after losing contact with the outside world and gradually running out of food and water, more and more survivors developed mental problems, claiming that they were summoned by the black matter, actively contacted it, and merged with the black matter.

In the end, only Grisha, the author of these notes, was still alive, but he also revealed despair in his last record: food was running out, friends and colleagues died one after another, and he also heard a voice coming from underground, and this "call" was getting closer and clearer...

"…The notes stopped here. I speculate that the last survivor, like his colleagues, actively came into contact with the black substance and became a trace on the ground."

Angel said, shaking the yellowed paper in his hand.

After listening to her translation, Klein lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then analyzed with his lips pursed:

"The 'summoning' from underground... This reminds me of the underground pollution in the ancient times that even the ancient gods were afraid of. The 'Dragon of Imagination' Angerwede even wanted to build a miracle city far away from the ground to avoid it...

"You traveled through time because of the influence of the 'City of Disaster', which means that the 'Source Material' will actively or passively preserve some of the human bodies and consciousness, allowing them to survive the end of the era... Is it possible that this black matter is the 'underground pollution' that we are facing in this era?"

With his reminder, Angel also remembered the "call" he felt behind the bronze gate of the "City of Miracles" in "Groselle's Travels", and remembered the underground pollution mentioned by the magic mirror Arrodes and his "man in the mirror". His eyes lit up and he said:

"You mean one of the Sefirot, the 'Sea of Chaos' that is said to be hidden deep underground?"

Klein nodded, but more doubts kept rising in his heart.

Why did the "Sea of Chaos" appear underground in his own time, polluting the oil fields and causing heavy casualties among researchers inside Chernobyl?

Was Grisha, the researcher who left the notes, the "Ancient Sun God"? It seems likely that he survived to the end, but he could also be the last to die, and the "traveler" was someone else...

If the "Sea of Chaos" really protected the "Ancient Sun God" and allowed him to survive to the new era and walk out of the institute to become a god, does this source essence correspond to the five adjacent paths of "Secret Prayer", "Reader", "Sun", "Storm" and "Audience" where the Sun God is located? After all, the correspondences of "Source Castle" and "City of Disaster" are very obvious.

Most importantly, is there still any pollution from the "Sea of Chaos" left inside Chernobyl?

Angel and Klein both thought of this question and looked at each other with their expressions changing.

Suddenly, a silent cry seemed to come from deep within the institute, an extremely attractive cry.

The two people and the secret doll turned their heads at the same time and looked in that directionYou were also voted?

Chapter 1073. You were also voted?

It was not a physical sound, but a call that appeared directly in the minds of the two people. It had a fatal attraction that went straight to the heart, making them want to "go home".

Without reminding each other, the two of them thought of the bronze gate that sealed some kind of pollution in the City of Miracles deep in Groselle's Travels, and the terrifying experience of almost unconsciously walking into the darkness inside the gate.

The two people and the secret doll stood quietly beside the huge abandoned machine, holding their breath and waiting for things to develop further, ready to cut off the mirror and projection connection at any time.

But the silent cry did not appear again, as if it was just a test, or triggered by some force, and then disappeared on its own.

Could it be the pollution of the "Chaos Sea", just like the darkness sealed by the Dragon of Imagination?

The same question popped up in the minds of the two people. They looked at each other and knew that the only way to confirm this was to get close to the source of the inexplicable attraction. Because Chernobyl not only isolates the outside world from divination and prying, but also suppresses spirituality inside it to a certain extent, not to mention the abilities of "teleportation" and "mirror channel". Only the apprentices who come into contact with the entity can "open the door" through the wall to reach the inside.

"Go and have a look?"

Klein asked in a low voice.

Angel couldn't suppress his curiosity and nodded.

Although she was somewhat worried that this curiosity itself was part of the attraction of the Chaos Sea to Beyonders, or even a precursor to "pollution", the two of them who came to the institute were not their real bodies. She was by the ravine outside the building complex, and Klein had hidden in the mist of history. If he encountered danger, he could cut off the connection with his current body at any time to prevent the spread of pollution.

Seeing that she agreed, Klein waved his hand and let "Fors", who had been turned into a secret doll, return to the original history. The two of them each held a lantern and returned to the corridor they had explored before, walking towards the location where the silent call came from.

Passing by offices with modern furnishings and a display area with portraits of researchers, the two came to the depths of the institute and arrived near a cave that had collapsed as a whole.

This should have been a laboratory before, but most of the ground and an entire wall collapsed into a huge cave. The interior is bottomless and even the dim light of the lantern seems to be absorbed by it.

That inexplicable attraction comes from the depths of the cave!

Da, Da...

Two consecutive sounds like footsteps hitting the floor made Klein take a step back, and Angel stood in front of him. The "Sword of Glory" that he had just obtained from the body of the Cyclops was almost pulled out of the mirror space.

If it was really the pollution of the Chaos Sea that was spreading, as an angel with the protection of the "City of Disaster", she could resist it for a moment, giving Klein a chance to cut off his connection with the projection.

However, no object appeared in the deep pit in front of the two men. Instead, it became deeper, almost completely swallowing up the light from the lantern.

Ta, da.

Two more "footsteps" were heard.

Then, a hand reached out from the edge of the pit, grabbed onto the irregular concrete floor, and "brought" the figure below out, landing lightly in front of the two. He was wearing a black classical robe, a pointed hat, a monocle in his right eye socket, and looked at the two with a smile on his face.

It was actually an Amon!

Angel's eyelids twitched, and he felt that countless Ammons were about to jump out of the deep pit. Monocles appeared out of thin air around him, and even Klein behind him narrowed his right eye.

Her arm had already penetrated deep into the mirror space, grasping the "Sword of Glory", and was about to pull it out to see whether Amon had more clones or the "Blade Storm" had a wider coverage.

"Wait, I mean no harm."

The Blasphemer Amon quickly waved his hands. Seeing that the two did not believe him, he simply returned to the deep pit, only one step away from the dark and bottomless void.

"Look, you can force me back into the 'Sea of Chaos' at any time."

He opened his arms and added without any resistance.

Sure enough, this bottomless void is the "source" that is said to be hidden underground... But how could this Amon clone jump out of it? Even if it was an ambush in Chernobyl, this is too strange... Angel thought about it, and did not withdraw his hand from the mirror space for the time being, but asked vigilantly:

"Why are you here?"

She didn't believe Amon's statement that he had "no ill intentions". Any action of the Angel King must have a deeper meaning.

"In fact, I have been waiting for you here for a long time... You see, I have been eroded by the 'Chaos Sea'." The Amon clone rolled up the sleeves of his robe and showed Angel his arm with many black spots. "As for why I am here, of course it is because this must be one of the destinations for you to explore the God-Forsaken Land."

Immediately, He looked at Klein, smiled, and continued:

"Why do you think you always encounter other Amons blocking your way on the road and are forced to change direction? Why do you get some unexpected useful information during the conversation and take the initiative to explore eastward?

"That's all the means we use to guide you here.

"The only thing I'm curious about is what happened to Bradl who was wandering outside this building?"

Klein's expression remained unchanged, but his mind recalled the times when he "accidentally encountered" Amon's clone while exploring the ruins in the God-Forsaken Land. He was surprised to find that while he was avoiding the other party and re-selecting a direction, he had unknowingly been guided by something and came to the wasteland where Chernobyl was located.

Angel asked doubtfully:

"The Cyclops who spread the cursed fog was called Bradl? He is dead."

"He was the youngest son of the Giant King Ormir, and the brother of the 'God of War' Badhair. He was punished for openly cursing my father and must wander in this wasteland forever, and cannot return to the Giant King's Court. After the 'Great Cataclysm', he lost his life, but because the curse on him was not eliminated, he has never been freed... With his complete death, this ascetic practice that lasted for thousands of years also came to an end."

Amon introduced the origin of the Cyclops in an chanting tone.

"Your father... the 'Ancient Sun God'?" Klein suddenly interrupted, "He left this building and returned to the real world?"

"Yes, crawl out of here like I just did."

Pointing to the dark and empty collapse behind him, Amon nodded.

"Directly from the 'source substance'? Wouldn't it be contaminated by this?"

Angel asked doubtfully, and looked at the darkness behind Amon, only to find that even his dark vision could not see through it at all.

"This place is still a long way from the real 'Chaos Sea', but if we get close, we won't be polluted too much...except for people like me who have been affected by it." Amon shook his arm with black spots and said, "Of course, if we go deeper into the ground, we will touch the essence of the 'Chaos Sea' that occupies the entire center of the earth and even spreads to the upper layer, and we will inevitably be polluted... This kind of existence form that is both illusory and real, covering the original matter of the planet and having a direct entrance in the real world is the most special among all the source substances. The other eight source substances are either completely illusory or exist directly as real matter."

Illusion and reality... Which one does "City of Disaster" belong to?

Angel pondered, and suddenly felt that he should not completely trust the Amon clone in front of him. After all, "He" was not the Archon Amon in "City of Dreams" who did not "turn from darkness to light". So he sneered and asked:

"What does this have to do with you hiding in a deep pit near the Chaos Sea? Are you trying to explore the place where your father once stayed and actively look for the secrets there?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Amon, wearing a soft hat, pushed the monocle in his right eye socket and said, "But I didn't take the initiative. The mission waiting for you here is very dangerous. There is a high probability of being contaminated if you are close to the 'Chaos Sea'. No one is willing to take the initiative to accept their fate. The secret puppets and substitutes can't send feedback... So we selected a lucky person under the auspices of the original body."

Angel suddenly felt that this topic was somewhat familiar.

"You didn't hold a vote?"

She asked, blinking.

"It's a good idea, right?" Amon's eye behind his glasses flickered, as if he was a little surprised. "Unfortunately, it's not so good for me who was chosen."

"While waiting for you, I tried to jump into this deep pit and reached the area eroded by the 'Chaos Sea' and made some discoveries.

"Do you want to hear it?"

Without waiting for the two to respond, He continued,

"There, I found traces of the existence of the first 'blasphemous tablet'. It should have been conceived there, but left the ground before it was complete... The second 'blasphemous tablet' that was created when my father fell was likely based on the first one, so most of its contents are the same."

The blasphemous slate... It is said that it records all the "ways of God" and even the "source"... Angel pondered and asked casually:

"What are the differences between the two 'blasphemous tablets'?"

The contents of the "Source Essence" that Angel knew, the twenty-two divine paths, and the "blasphemous slate" viewed by the ancestors of the angel families during the transition period between the Third and Fourth Ages should all have come from the second piece, the one formed when the ancient sun god fell. Naturally, he was more interested in the prototype from the "Chaos Sea".

But as Amon's clone spoke, her brows gradually furrowed:

"In addition to some naming changes and ritual optimization, the second piece has more than the first piece, mainly because of the secrets that my father researched that transcend the sequence.

"for example..."

Before Amon could finish, the Sword of Glory, which had just been received and not yet warmed up, appeared in Angel's hand. A gray-yellow curse mist gushed out, and sprinkled on Amon along with the dusk-like light. The black spots on his arms expanded a little, as if more time had passed.

This made Him swallow back everything He hadn't said yet.

"I see. Let's change the subject." He smiled and glanced at Klein. "Can you put down your sword now?Goodbye

Chapter 1074 Goodbye

I always feel that this clone of Amon has some conspiracy... I thought He wanted to use the information of the "Old Days" and "Outer Gods" to try to influence Klein, and then take the opportunity to use the "stealing" ability to do something, but I didn't expect Him to be so obedient... Angel frowned and put the "Sword of Glory" back into the mirror space to prevent the overly thick curse fog from filling the entire Chernobyl.

Klein, standing by, was completely confused. He guessed that the Amon clone that stayed in the research institute was at most Sequence 2, or even at the Saint level, and was unwilling to directly conflict with Angel and himself. However, this style was nothing like the "blasphemer" who dared to walk into Backlund and snatch the last Sequence 1 characteristic under the eyes of the Storm Lord. Moreover, the "secret of transcending the sequence" he mentioned...

As soon as these thoughts popped into his mind, he interrupted his thoughts with some vigilance.

Since Angel felt that he shouldn't listen or think about it, all he had to do now was to believe it.

"You are here to endure the pollution of the 'Chaos Sea', not to tell us the contents of the 'Profane Slate'?"

Klein asked as he looked at the black spots on Amon's arm that were becoming more and more obvious due to the influence of the power of "Dusk".

"These are just incidental contents. The purpose of the other clones blocking your way is to guide you here, to understand the world where my father was born, and to complete the last bit of progress in your promotion to a 'miracle master'... In addition, it is also to make a deal."

Amon put his hands in the pockets of his black robe and explained in a calm tone as if he was talking to a good friend.

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In an inn east of the "City of Exile" Morola, the "joyful" witch Tia, who had just returned home at night, opened the door and saw a surprising scene.

Elaine and William were each holding a thick book, reading at the desk under the flickering light. Even her entry did not make them look up.

What happened? I accidentally entered the Morola branch of the Church of Knowledge?

Tia's eyelids twitched, and she recalled the tragic experience of being rescued from the witch sect by the bishop named Heraberg and staying in the church for a short time.

At that time, she was forced to read for ten hours a day, and there were also accompanying tests. If she did not pass with high scores, she would have to study for an additional six hours. This was tantamount to hell for Tia, who did not like studying and therefore escaped from the church school and eventually became an "assassin".

If she had not shown a strong resistance to learning, the bishop might not have allowed her to leave Lenburg and go to the sea, but would have given her more learning tasks, letting her be overwhelmed by the sea of books and files.

She still remembered what Heraberg had said as he shook his head and complained:

"When can we wait for a 'rough-haired' or 'red-haired' person who is willing to patiently learn knowledge?"

Now seeing her companions beginning to study late into the night, the fear in her heart resurfaced. She was about to quietly leave the room and spend the night outside when Elaine suddenly raised her head and called out:

"Where are you going?"

"I...I'll go buy you dinner."

Tia quickly found a reason and answered with a wry smile.

"William and I have already eaten. Come here and report on the day's mission."

Elaine put down the book "Making and Maintaining Dolls" in her hand, patted the chair next to her and said.

But I haven't eaten it yet...Tia glanced at William next to her and found that he was concentrating on studying "The Principle of Sealing" and had no intention of coming to help. She sat down helplessly and began to tell about her experience during the day.

While Elaine was completing Herraberg's study assignment in the church and William was organizing an "expedition team" for the underground mausoleum, Tia was also continuing her "recruitment" work.

In the month since arriving in Morola, with the various advantages of the "Joy" witch, she has selected several extraordinary people who have been exiled for a long time and have established their own forces in this city. She used instigation and seduction to allow Elaine to successfully defeat the opponent in the "duel" and took over their inheritance.

This gave the three of them more than a hundred subordinates who were not considered loyal, and they initially established their own power in two factories in the suburbs and many shops in the city.

These days, under William's supervision, the underground mausoleum was explored, and the exiles who never returned were some of them.

After initially consolidating the foundation, Tia was also responsible for finding other members of the "Witch Sect" in Morola. According to Elaine's speculation, the witches with their own missions would definitely use similar means to gain certain powers, and then try to investigate the underground mausoleum and the sealed object. As witches of the same kind, it would not be difficult for Tia to find them.

But a month passed and she didn't discover much.

"...But today is different. I met an acquaintance on the street..." Tia frowned and said, "That was my former boss, one of the managers of the 'Witch Cult' branch in Feynetport City, a 'joyful' witch named Lisa."

She actually found it. I just wanted her to go out and take some time off so she wouldn't be around William all day... Elaine was startled and asked,

"Have you contacted her?"

"No, she was talking to someone else and didn't notice me. If I hadn't been obsessed with her looks for a while and hadn't remembered her face from every angle, I probably wouldn't have been able to find her in the crowd..."

Tia straightened her back and said somewhat complacently.

There's no need to elaborate on this matter… Elaine, who already knew that the Assassin path would transform into a female at Sequence 7, muttered, glanced at William, and continued to ask:

"Does she have other companions? The Witch Cult wouldn't send a single Pleasure Witch to Morola."

In her understanding, since that important sealed object can only be approached by Beyonders below the level of Demigod, other forces will inevitably send Sequence 5 members to infiltrate the "City of Exile". Otherwise, it will be difficult to gain an advantage in the competition.

"I'm not sure. I didn't follow Lisa because I was worried about exposing myself." Tia shook her head and her tone became a little serious. "But she gave me a different feeling than before. She is more charming, and her smile seems to be able to melt the ice... If I hadn't met Miss Angelica and Bishop Triss, I might really be fascinated by her..."

"I suspect she has been promoted to the Witch of Pain."

Sequence 5 "Pain", like "Reaper", is the strongest sequence below Saint in that path. It has a stronger charm ability and can make nearby creatures fall seriously ill or even die... Elaine recalled all the information about the Witch of Pain and was about to ask in detail when Tia continued:

"In addition, I also know the person she was talking to. He is the man behind the 'Fallen Nobles' bar that you, the boss, once investigated, 'Count' Gu Xin."

Elaine took a deep breath and immediately forgot to ask about the witch Lisa.

She recalled when she first arrived in Morola and followed the "arsonist" Iris to the door of the "fallen noble", but was watched by another "reaper".

After many investigations, she finally confirmed that the hunter hiding in the dark was the big man called "Count" who came to Morola a year ago, quickly took control of a large number of industries, and had his own power.

He is a member of the "Iron Cross" who infiltrated this city!

I didn't expect that the "Witch Sect" would actually have contact with the "Iron Cross"... This must be reported to Miss Angelica immediately... Thinking of this, Elaine reached out to touch the "Ice Mirror" talisman in her pocket, which had become a little cold at some point.

The two people who were talking did not notice that the glass window of the hotel suite facing the street suddenly became brighter, and something seemed to flash inside.

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Inside Chernobyl, the conversation between the three was coming to an end.

"...The Giant King's Court where Sasriel is is the only exit from the God-Forsaken Land to the outside world. Of course, you may be able to use other methods to 'smuggle' out, but if you want to transfer on a large scale, you must meet the 'Dark Angel'... and this is something that everyone is happy to see."

Amon said with a smile on his face. The black spots on his arms had spread to his neck. He blended into the environment beside the deep pit of nothingness, as if only his head was floating in the air.

"Everyone? Including the righteous gods in the Northern Continent?" Klein frowned, feeling that some of his previous doubts were suddenly resolved. "So that's why you said that my only hope for advancement lies in the God-Forsaken Land?"

"Those gods are now restraining each other and can hardly take care of themselves. The number of seven gods may decrease to six at any time... The 'Hanged Man' in the God-Forsaken Land is very concerned about the Giant King's Court and Sasriel, but he also has his own things to do... In short, your actions will attract the attention of many beings."

The Hanged Man... is it the "real creator" who is a giant hanging upside down on a cross in the eyes of believers?

Angel first thought of Alger of the Tarot Club, and then thought of another more famous "Hanged Man".

"I will wait until everything is ready before considering approaching the Giant King's Court."

Klein shook his head and continued to carry out his determination to "not follow Amon's arrangements."

"Oh, that's your own business. Unless you don't plan to complete the ritual and advance, we will meet there eventually. I mean my true self."

Amon pushed up his monocle and said nonchalantly.

Then, He looked at Angel again, his expression softened a little, and asked:

"I have said everything I need to say. If you don't intend to let me return to my original form, you can do it now."

Just now he asked me not to do it, and now he wants to die. Could it be that the reason he hid in Chernobyl was really to tell us the information of the "Giant King's Court" and let Klein get promoted quickly?

Angel was stunned and sneered:

"Since you ask me to do so... then of course I have to refuse."

This clone has been contaminated by the "Chaos Sea" and will obviously not live long. Amon's original body will definitely not risk being infected to recover this extraordinary characteristic, so she doesn't need to do anything.

"I knew you would say that."

Amon smiled again, took off the crystal monocle, stuffed it into the pocket of his robe, and bowed slightly, as if saying goodbye to the two of them.

"…"

He said something that only Angel could understand, then turned around and jumped into the deep pit. His figure instantly disappeared into the bottomless, dark and deep pit.

That word is "goodbye" in RussianThe Prepared Ancient Scholar

Chapter 1075: The Prepared Ancient Scholar

Angel and Klein looked at each other, speechless for a moment as they watched Amon's clone jump into the deep pit connected to the Chaos Sea.

They imagined Amon raising his hands in surrender, or simply dying in the battle, or at most taking the opportunity of the conversation to escape from Chernobyl and find a way to convey their whereabouts to the original body.

But the fact that a living Amon committed suicide right in front of them was beyond their imagination.

After a long while, Angel looked at Klein and said,

"What He just said was 'goodbye'."

"I can still tell that…" The former cyberpolitician nodded, "If He understands this language, then the manuscripts we just saw were probably collected by Him before we arrived."

"Is this another hint? Is he trying to tell us that he knows his father and our true origins?"

Angel muttered as he tentatively approached the pit and took a look inside. He found that his sight still could not penetrate this illusory, deep space, and that inexplicable attraction became more and more obvious. He could only shake his head at Klein.

A moment later, Angel's mirror double and Klein's historical projection dissipated in their own ways, and the two lanterns returned to the history they originally existed in. The research institute, where there was no light source, became dark again.

Ta, da.

Ta, da.

The "footsteps" that attracted the two people just now sounded again, and a figure climbed out from the edge of the cliff-like pit again and stood on a relatively flat position.

A flash of light passed by, and Amon, who had just returned from the pit, took out his monocle from his pocket, placed it in the palm of his hand, and watched it turn into a ray of bright light, illuminating the surroundings.

"Heh, I was originally thinking of using the information from the Second Age to make him completely digest the ancient scholar's potion, and at the same time reveal the information about the 'Outer Gods', so as to steal his fate when he is being watched... I didn't expect him to be so cautious, and there is always someone around him..."

He muttered to himself, stretched out his hand and released the ray of light, watching it transform into a thick "worm of time" in the air, and then disappear into the void.

The remaining extraordinary characteristics, as well as the pollution from the "Chaos Sea", were all left in the body that was still standing there.

"She actually knows how we vote. Trier of the Fourth Epoch? The 'Ghost Empire'? Or..."

His whispers gradually faded away as his body was covered by a black shadow and fell into the deep pit again.

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In the wasteland outside Chernobyl, Angel and Klein's bodies met together, away from these buildings whose history was even older than the First Era.

After Bradl the Glorian fell into eternal sleep, his corpse, which had lost its extraordinary properties, quickly weathered, and the grayish-yellow curse fog gradually dissipated. From the light brought by the occasional lightning in the sky, the angular, grayish-white "sarcophagi" could already be seen from afar.

It was not until the buildings that sank into the horizon could no longer be seen with the naked eye that Angel asked,

"How much of what Amon said is true?"

She still suspected that this "blasphemer" and god of mischief was deceiving them.

Klein held the lantern in one hand and touched his hat with the other. He said carefully:

"Most of them should be. The part about the Dark Angel Sasriel and what I saw in the City of Silver, as well as the information I asked Arrodes, can be mutually verified. The Giant King's Court is likely the only entrance and exit to the God-Forsaken Land. Otherwise, the believers of the True Creator would not need to pass through the ruins of the God War to enter here, and the survivors of the Cataclysm would not have been unable to find a way out for thousands of years.

"The only possible problem is his intention. He has been trying to get me to go to the Giant King's Court to meet the Dark Angel. It's too open and aboveboard to be a trap... Could it be that the Seven Gods, him and his brothers, and even the evil gods such as the True Creator, want me to see what the negative personality of the Ancient Sun God is like now?

"Why must it be me?"

He had a guess in his mind that the danger in the "Giant King's Court" and the state of the Dark Angel might be related to the power of "Source".

When the ancient sun god left the source "Chaos Sea", would his split negative personality be contaminated, making it difficult for the gods to take risks and unwilling to take contact?

Only my "Source Castle" can resist that power, even though I haven't become an angel yet and can't fully master the power of this source... Oh, and Angel's "City of Disaster", Adam started to contact her a long time ago, is it for this day?

His mind was a little confused, and he didn't know how to discuss it with the people around him. After a moment, he shook his head and changed the subject:

"The 'Ancient Sun God' who was originally in the same era as us, is he the researcher Grisha who left the notes?"

"It should be him, otherwise Amon wouldn't have deliberately found Grisha's notes and put them together."

Angel said, shaking his head and sighing.

Whether it is Emperor Roselle or Grisha, the ancient sun god who established the current status of mankind in the dark and barbaric Second Era, they have all become historical figures and it is impossible to meet them.

Otherwise, these "time travelers" who have been stranded in different eras would definitely have a lot of topics to talk about.

For example, how did He raise two children, Amon and Adam, with such bad personalities...

The two chatted intermittently and soon returned to the "camping" location where they had spent the night. Angel was going to say goodbye to Klein here, and return to Sona Island deep in the Violent Sea through the altar of the abandoned giant village. Then, he would store the "Sword of Glory", a Level 0 Sealed Object, in the "City of Dreams" and suppress its negative effects through the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 1.

Klein had to continue heading east. Now that he had confirmed the location of Chernobyl, he would most likely enter the "Western Continent" if he continued forward. The last few possible locations where the Dark Wolf might appear were also in that direction.

As for the Giant King's Court, which Amon wanted the two of them to visit, it was naturally the last priority.

After kissing Angel goodbye in the deserted wilderness and watching her shadow shatter like a broken mirror, Klein walked eastward with a lantern in a gloomy mood. His back looked a little lonely in the occasional lightning.

But not long after, several of his converted puppets followed closely, and his own figure blurred in an instant and turned into an image in the historical pores. His real body hid in the fog of history, quietly came to the gray fog space, and sat on the high-back chair of "The Fool".

Looking left and right, Klein's mind flashed, and the entire towering palace in the gray fog collapsed in an instant. The ruins merged into the fog. Reinforced concrete, glass, plastic and other materials poured out of the gray fog and quickly built an ordinary room next to him.

That was his room, that belonged to "Zhou Mingrui".

Wearing a T-shirt and casual pants, he sat on the ergonomic chair that appeared, leaned back, and completely integrated into the long-lost modern life.

It was not until now that he knew why he could mobilize power above the gray fog, transform the environment, and create everything in his mind.

That was the power of a "Miracle Master", a gift from "Source Castle" in advance, and the same power that had brought him back to life.

And now, he can not only mobilize the power of the "Miracle Worker", but also gain a certain amount of power in the adjacent path symbolized by this source, of course, only within the gray fog.

Because just now, he had completely digested the potion of the "Ancient Scholar" and had taken a step further in mastering this source.

"Huh, pressure brings motivation..."

He muttered silently and stood up suddenly from the chair. His T-shirt turned back into a windbreaker, vest and shirt. The familiar yet unfamiliar bedroom beside him was shrouded in gray fog again. Stone pillars and arches rose from the ground, and twenty-two high-backed chairs were erected next to the long bronze table.

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"The scarlet and hidden shadow, the queen who roams the five seas, the essence of the disaster in the mirror...

"I pray for your attention, I pray for your hearing..."

After setting up the spiritual wall in her own bedroom, Elaine used the "Ice Mirror" spell in her hand to replace the simple altar and quickly chanted the name of the "Golden Queen".

Soon, the figure with long light golden hair appeared in front of her, and a response even colder than usual came to her ear:

"What is it?"

Elaine lowered her head quickly and reported that she had been studying under the guidance of Bishop Heraberg in the past few days, that William had preliminarily discovered the entrance to the underground mausoleum, and that Tia had learned that her old boss had become a "pain" witch and came to Morola, and that Gu Xin of the "Iron Cross" had a conversation with her.

"...I think we should hold off on our actions until we understand the purpose of the Witch Cult and the Iron Cross and the scale of their infiltration into this city..."

Before she finished her words, the "Golden Queen" interrupted her coldly:

"No, we need to act in advance and faster. The 'Mirror Passage' near you has traces of being used. This should be left by a Beyonder with a similar 'Ice Mirror' spell to spy on you. By the time these people find out the situation and get reinforcements, your advantage will be even smaller, and you may even fall behind them.

"Yes, you have an advantage that they don't have. This is due to your reading habits and the favor the bishop has shown you… Continue to follow his instructions and learn the knowledge he asks you to learn as quickly as possible. Enter the underground mausoleum and look for the location of the seal.

"Now, arrange this ritual, accept the gift from 'Disaster', and become a Sequence 5 Beyonder with the power of both 'Hunter' and 'Witch'. This will give you an absolute advantage when facing any enemy below Saint."

The layered sounds, like light reflecting back and forth in a mirror, entered Elaine's mind continuously and quickly, causing her expression to gradually become filled with astonishment