Chapter 646: Battle of Sefirah Castle

Backlund's reconstruction went much faster than expected, and to this day, there are no traces of the bombing.

"Believe in the Holy Light"

"For justice!"

"May the Holy Light bless you."

The Silver Hand is not only very active in the Southern Continent, but with the acquiescence of the Zhengshen Church, it has even spread here.

Although spreading the Holy Light is suspected of competing with the Eternal Sun for believers, the strange thing is that the Silver Hand is not taboo and allows you to believe in other sects at the same time. Even people who once believed in the evil god can also believe in the Holy Light.

When someone asks, they always answer unanimously: [We do not produce the Holy Light, we are just the carriers of the Holy Light]

Perhaps out of kindness to the 'God of Light', the gods maintain a tolerant attitude towards the ancient god of the second era, the former demon king, and now the messenger of light, 'Uther'.

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Wait.

Klein, who was paying for fried fish and potato chips in Pulitzer Harbor, suddenly stopped. He suddenly remembered a question. At that time, Su Lin was obviously just an ordinary god of light who was a three-minute gauze outer god. Why?

Why would that guy turn a demon king into a holy light king?

Klein remembered that the part of the source material corresponding to the Mother Tree of Desire, the Shadow World, was also transformed into the 'Holy Light World' by Su Lin.

At that time, Su Lin was just a cheating God of Light.

"Sir?" someone reminded.

Klein handed over the menu:

"Sorry. Give me another ginger beer with mini muffins and oyster soup, plus a cup of sweet ice tea, and two cups of strawberry-flavored ice cream. The ice cream will be packed for me later."

The boss nodded: "A total of nine soles and fifteen pence."

The speed of inflation is really astonishing. This kind of breakfast seems expensive even if you buy it from the mobile stall of Sezolen restaurant. I just don't know if Backlund's salary has increased.

‘Next time, use historical projection. At worst, you can fool history and make it real. ’ Klein played with a gold coin in his hand and continued to think about the topic just now.

Therefore, maybe the problem is not him, but the God of Light who showed the talent of 'reversal' before he became God.

Are you just taking the blame for Su Lin?

Probably.

A public carriage was driving on the stone road, and the wheels of the carriage were bumping against the uneven places. It sounded particularly dull in this early morning.

But at this time, Klein's mood was much better, at least this proved that it was not entirely his fault.

He walked in the hustle and bustle, taking advantage of the curtain of darkness to fade away, and came to sit down near the alleyway, took out a piece of letter, and used the gold coin in his hand as a paperweight.

The smell of fried fish and re-fried fish wafts together with the smell of lamb stew from the stall next door.

"A side of lamb stew with young peas," said Klein.

The stall owner next door nodded.

After the arrangement of Backlund on the tip of his tongue was completed, Klein put away his thoughts, took out an absorbent pen, stared at the street with more and more pedestrians for a while, and began to write:

"Dear Mr. Azik:

It’s been a long time since I wrote to you. Even though the time here seems like only a few months, it’s been years to me.

I can’t wait to share with you some out-of-this-world stories, such as my experiences during this time and a group of Bankai (crossed out)”

Realizing that Klein, who was still worried about protecting the earth some time ago, suddenly remembered some of the recently destroyed universes, he gradually fell into silence, and the ink pen in his hand stopped.

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It wasn't until the stall owner filled the table with a sumptuous breakfast and the civil servant Benson chased the public carriage that had just started running past Klein's eyes because he overslept that he came back to his senses and continued to write:

"Please forgive me, due to time constraints, I am about to go to the gray fog to hold a promotion ceremony.

I forgot to tell you, I am now a Sequence 0 Fool.

But the pressure on my body has not become smaller, but has become greater. I think maybe people are a kind of insatiable creatures, but life is also pushing us to move forward.

This is good, at least it proves that I have rich humanity.

Before, I mentioned that I owe the future of the world. Don't worry, the creditor is actually a very good person, although he wants to sew my mouth all day long and turn me into a witch.

After becoming a true god, there are no external crises in the world. Logically speaking, I can rest for many years, but changes always come one after another. I must become the existence of the past, or even the existence above the past. "

Only in this way can you survive from the hands of your friends, or you can escape from a bunch of people when the name of the promotion path 'Azathos' is exposed one day.

Klein cursed in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.

He glanced at the tender pea stewed lamb that was about to cool down, and quickly added at the end.

"Because only in this way can we help him one day in the future."

Although the Tarot Club does not have the purpose of helping each other, but only entrusts each other, Klein will not take everything Su Lin does for granted.

Although the other party does not care about the help provided

But for the sake of this friendship, I should repay my grievances and repay my favors.

In the past, it was impossible to trust Tianzun and Amon when they took the risk of being promoted to the past, but now, it is for another reason.

Finally, Klein drew a complex symbol that combined "peeping" and "secret" on paper, and put it and a piece of Zhutian City token into an envelope.

He placed Adros in Zhutian City as a fully automatic fortune-telling machine, and his current income is quite stable.

After Mr. Azik wakes up, he goes to Zhutian City. He can contact himself through Adros, who is away all year round, or he can use Adros' income as funds.

Of course, the premise is that if you fail to be promoted

After breakfast, Klein came to a deserted alley corner and blew the bronze whistle that Mr. Azik left for him.

The Bone Messenger appeared, and every bone from top to bottom was shaking violently. It prostrated on the ground and took the letter with both hands raised.

After giving the letter to the Bone Messenger, Klein made some arrangements and finally came to where Will lived.

"Are we going to draw blood again?! Wahhhhhhhh-!"

The first moment he saw Klein, this Sequence 1 baby angel instantly thought of someone, and then burst into tears.

Su Niuma, you have committed a heinous crime

Klein maintained a calm expression and could not help but lower the guy's bottom line in his heart.

Recalling the strange luck rituals that the other party performed every time, and even the formations that involved getting some blood when playing card games, Klein immediately thought of a question from a long time ago.

——Where did he get so much blood from the Snake of Destiny?

"Can you please not prick your fingers this time!? I don't want any ice cream! Wow ah ah -!"

The answer is right in front of you.

The sobbing baby didn't curse, but every movement was a hoarse accusation.

That guy can adjust his own luck. It's not difficult to equip himself with a "luck: ∞" panel at the source. Why are you staring at Will?

‘Is it possible that it can also be effective on Su Lin’s personality? ’

Klein thought for a while and reassured, "I'm just here to deliver ice cream to you."

"Really?" Will stopped crying immediately.

Klein nodded, took out a gold coin with the aura of Origin Castle and the All-Heaven City token and handed it to the other party.

"When will my dice of probability be returned to me?" Will asked timidly.

At the same time, he looked at the things in his hands doubtfully.

"I'll try my best to remind him," Klein said, "but before that, I need a little help, voluntary help from you."

He took Will's chubby little hand.

"What?"

Will Auceptin's tears flowed down again. Because at this time, he saw Klein take out a test tube and silver needle.

"This is the position he put in before?"

Above the gray mist in the spiritual world, the disappeared Source Castle reappeared, symbolizing the return of the Lord of the Source Castle who had long transcended and controlled the direction of destiny.

The righteous gods cast their gazes down from the star world. They did not move, and just stared at the spiritual world from their respective kingdoms.

On both sides of the mottled long table, "Justice" Audrey and other members of the Tarot Club appeared one after another. Then, Dunn with a receding hairline and deep eyes, Melissa who was repairing mechanical watches, and someone with blue eye shadow. Ms. Dai Li, her hair has turned white, she talks about the parents who introduced her to her, and the female classmate she had a crush on when she was young.

Klein originally wanted to add other people in the chat group to make it more lively, but when he thought about it, some guys with no sense of boundaries would definitely sense it and jump out to ridicule him for learning. What pain literature.

After thinking about it, I forgot about it.

In the final analysis, I just want to follow the familiar script and try to increase the binding power of fate.

"about there."

Klein carried his cane and walked through the candlelight, walking towards the depths of the gray mist-filled Source Castle. Gradually, some former enemies also appeared one after another.

Ince Zangwill, boom—!

Klein put away the smoking revolver.

Hell Admiral Ludwell is a very useful marionette.

Rosagor, the Furious People, still has influence to this day.

Finally, there is Amon, the god of mischief, wearing a pointed hat, a monocle, and a magician's robes.

He adjusted the position of the monocle on his right eye socket, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile:

"I thought you planned to rely on the God of Light all the time. In that case, even I would have no choice but to escape."

"After all, not everyone is as lucky as you. To find such a considerate supporter, could it be that you are in line with his taste after becoming a witch?"

"Strange, you don't seem surprised by my appearance."

There was a little bit of madness in Amon's smile.

It may be a bit ridiculous to say it, but Klein even feels that this body is not as crazy as the clone ‘Ameng’ in Zhutian City, because that clone is developing in a really crazy direction.

"You, who are being watched by all the righteous gods, naturally don't dare to let your body enter Backlund. And no matter what the attitude of the gods, they don't dare to take the risk of offending the God of Light."

Klein came to the armchair that belonged to the Fool, sat down slowly, leaned back on the chair, stared into the other person's eyes, and said leisurely:

"So no matter what, there is only one place where you and I can decide on a new Lord of Mysteries without interference from the outside world."

"Speaking of which, in terms of luck and supporters, you are born with the uniqueness of the King of Angels. As the second son of the ancient Sun God, you are also quite beautiful after becoming a witch."

"But now, half the old Adam can't help you, and the other gods can't help me."

"Origin Castle, this is the beginning and the end of destiny."

Hearing this, Amon curled his lips, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"This doesn't seem like something you can think of, plus your previous performance of taking the lead in the God-Forsaken Land, and the God of Light and the God of Earth who don't belong to this time and space."

"Sure enough, as I expected, you should have known the future in advance through some high-level method."

"This is very interesting. Tell me, in the original destiny, I lost, right?"

He looked around leisurely, pinched his monocle, and his eyes were stained with a layer of darkness under Klein's expressionless gaze.

"It seems that I was right~."

Unexpected, but reasonable.

Amon is not completely crazy, and He is very smart, but he can't understand human nature.

What's more, there is Adam behind Him. From the clues left by Klein and others, it is not difficult to deduce part of the truth.

"My clone told me that there are things outside that are more valuable than Sefirah Castle. Maybe I should ring the bell for Mr. Fool now to express my loyalty."

Amon's tone was playful, and his smile became a little exaggerated: "What do you think?"

"I don't mind." Klein took off his hat and put it on the materialized stone table, saying: "But you won't give up Sefirah Castle on your own initiative."

"You guessed right." The smile on Amon's face froze slightly.

Suddenly, under his classical black robe, slippery and evil tentacles jumped out one after another.

The only way to fight for Sefirah Castle, two true gods with the same extraordinary path are competing for their control over Sefirah Castle!

Logically speaking, Klein, who has stabilized his mental state and has the identity of "Master of Sefirah Castle", should have an absolute advantage at this moment. After all, the opponent is just a "half-crazy" Amon.

But

Klein looked at his heavily raised right hand, and was pulling out a crystal-ground monocle from the void, and wearing it uncontrollably on his right eye.

"You're crazy." Klein suddenly frowned.

Without answering, Amon wore that stiff smile, as if only a little mockery remained in the darkness of his eyes.

Since entering Sefirah Castle, the deception had already begun. Amon, who was not really crazy and did not dare to truly revive Tianzun's consciousness, chose to let go of himself.

This broke the predetermined fate.

As Klein's increasingly dark eyes flickered, a translucent dark cloak began to emerge on his body surface, and more and more slippery tentacles also poked out from under the cloak.

For a moment, in the sky of Sefirah Castle, the gray fog flowed like water, and the space with crimson stars rippling with light was full of dense tentacles, and the entire space was completely covered.

The monocle stopped at a position about 30 centimeters from the right eye socket, but it only paused slightly, and the right hand began to slowly continue the previous action.

Does this prove that Amon is even crazier than Klein's current level of madness? !

He actually dared to give up the possibility of escaping Sefirah Castle and let Tianzun revive in his body!

The remaining half of his rationality told Klein that this was impossible, but the real world and people were not like words, and would not remain unchanged.

What was the key to giving Amon the courage to make such a desperate decision?

Without the energy and time to analyze, this battle had not even started before the game entered the stage of throwing out the "trump card".

A similar neurotic smile began to appear on Klein's face, "After all, we still have to compete on this point."

Fifty percent, sixty percent, seventy-five percent.

Amon tilted his head, and Klein's hand movements began to really stop, while the source castle was shaking violently. The awakening of the two "lords of mystery" caused a contradiction.

Suddenly, Klein opened his five fingers, suddenly closed them, and knocked his cane on the ground. At the same time, the Kingdom of the Fool and the mysterious realm appeared.

And Amon's body was filled with symbols corresponding to parasitism, time, and fate, and these things were mixed together.

The corridors in the Gothic castle were unusually gloomy and dark. In the endless corridors, layers of "doors" were opened one after another. The power of deception and the power of error each occupied one side and fought against each other.

If nothing unexpected happened, this fight would end with the failure of the two true gods who were left with only instincts, and the awakening of the Heavenly Venerable.

The wishing lamp that sealed the "Lamp God" was anxious at this moment. A pale golden and blurred figure took shape. Looking at the two lunatics, he quickly controlled the sealed object "Trunsost Brass Book", and new articles appeared on the pages:

"No madness here!"

"No loss of control here!"

"No loss of self here!"

This was all He could do. In the end, he suddenly retracted into the golden lamp like a kettle. It was unknown whether he was avoiding the two lunatics or another lunatic who was about to wake up.

Probably, all the people on this path were lunatics.