Chapter 487 The Story of the Future

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Time goes back to two hours ago.

The moment it merged with the data of the potion, Klein's spirit was torn apart and turned into countless small pieces, which were combined with different "spiritual insects". There was no longer any distinction between who was the main body and who was the dominant one.

At some point, his body also collapsed. The body under the half-high silk top hat and long black windbreaker quickly disintegrated, and transparent and twisted worms crawled out one after another.

The thunderstorm in the sky gradually subsided, and the dark clouds began to move slowly around with the help of the breeze. Richard returned to the physical state, and while trying to seal the influence of the possessed high-ranking person on himself, he shook his left hand vigorously, shaking the paw that was still in the "werewolf" state back to the human palm, and then he tore himself into pieces He pinched his sleeves and trouser legs, looked at them, and sighed regretfully.

"Every time there's an expense involved."

The Temperance Angel sighed: "How come people don't have to destroy their clothes when they transform into the form of mythical creatures... Hey, what is this?"

He raised his leg without stepping on it. He looked at a finger-long transparent insect twisting at his feet, and felt a very powerful spiritual power from it, as well as a familiar aura.

"...Klein?"

Richard bent down first, then after thinking about it, he squatted down, fiddled with the insect that was crawling around without any order, then pinched it and put it in the palm of his hand, and said in shock: "How did you become like this? Isn’t your soothsayer’s mythical creature a worm?”

He couldn't help but think of the puppet he had made for Klein, which also used such a bug, but it was dead.

The transparent worm in the angel's hand twisted a little, probably to express his dissatisfaction with Richard's name, but its plump body and luster made people have the urge to crush it... Richard controlled his strength. Talk to your brain, stop what you shouldn't associate with it, and prevent yourself from thinking of a high-protein food that you once liked when you were very young.

Richard inadvertently glanced into the distance and suddenly discovered that countless such bugs had appeared all around him.

Oh...it turns out that your mythical creature form is not a worm, but a ball of worms...

Richard looked around carefully and saw that all the bugs were alive and not dead, so he had to give up an idea with regret.

At this time, as if they were inspired by something, these worms started to move together, entered the fog of history, and quickly flew towards the depths of the fog of history, each occupying different "shards of light", and themselves in the pores of history. The images overlap into one.

In just two or three seconds, where Klein was just now, there was only a windbreaker, shirt, hat, socks, leather shoes and underwear that had lost all support.

These clothes and sundries were spread flatly on the ground, taking on the shape of a person and giving off a strange aura.

Seeing that all these weird bugs had disappeared, Richard stood up again, patted his tattered clothes, and prepared to find a place to rest for a while.

He walked forward for a while and passed by Klein's clothes. His eyes were suddenly "caught" to the side unconsciously and he saw an acquaintance.

——Richard originally didn’t intend to say hello to the Red Angel. He was walking on the road with many people and saw his friend coming towards him. In order to avoid embarrassing greetings, he would pretend not to see him or quickly find a place to hide. Looks the same.

Richard turned a blind eye to the subtle atmosphere between Ouroboros and Medici. He didn't know the name of the "Angel of Destiny", nor did he know that the silver-haired child next to him was the "Angel of Destiny". He looked at Medici whom he knew, said hello quickly, said goodbye quickly, then turned around and continued walking away from the pile of ruins.

"Hey." Medici said, "The octopus head was ready to kill you just now. Are you still going out?"

Richard took a breath:

"How can you call the God of Thunder like that?"

"How do you know it's Him I'm talking about?"

"Oh, why do you speak so straightforwardly?" Richard pushed his glasses onto his hair and said euphemistically, "According to the myth of the Aurora Society, if you leave the Eastern Continent, you will definitely be struck by lightning. Do you think you will have to do this for the rest of your life? Are you staying in here?"

Hearing this, Medici couldn't help but glance at Ourolius.

Ouroleus looked determined to pull Him to surrender to God before, but when God was really attacked by a group of people, there was no help from "restart" or good luck and bad luck, and he was just as unstable as fate. Not really standing in God’s shoes.

"There are still many people waiting for me outside. Maybe the God of Thunder will be merciful and just take away the enemy leader and take in the followers."

Richard looked at Him and made a "let's go together" gesture:

"Although you might be punished by God if you go out, you don't plan to stay here forever, do you?"

…

"I……"

"who I am……"

"Who am I……"

"I am the subject..."

Those "spiritual insects" had different but similar thoughts respectively. None of them was willing to take the initiative to return to the "body". Instead, they developed strong hostility towards other similar species. Just because there was still the residual mental influence of Klein, they temporarily Didn't take any drastic action.

At this time, invisible ripples appeared in the gray fog of history.

This ripple didn't just appear. It had already existed in the fog. It was just invisible compared to Klein as a whole, but for a "spirit worm", it was obvious enough.

It was affected by the "Last Feast", a sealed artifact used for promotion. While listening to the desperate cries of the killed audience, it lit up the fragments corresponding to this event in the fog of history.

Along with the war just now, a lost history can barely be regarded as reappearing in the current era.

This incident symbolizes the end of the Second Age and some of the fragments of light in the Third Age, symbolizing the more than two thousand years that Silver City persisted in darkness.

This forgotten history has a certain collision with the current era. When forming corresponding historical holes, it creates ripples that are difficult to describe in detail.

Such ripples seem to have a strong attraction to the "spiritual insects", causing them to poke their heads out of the historical fragments.

After a brief period of solidification, one of the "spiritual insects", partly unable to bear it and partly affected by Klein's remaining consciousness, crawled out of the light spot it had previously occupied and "flyed" toward the core of the ripples.

Immediately afterwards, one after another "spiritual insects" returned from different places in the fog of history and came to the fragments of light formed by the history of Silver City in the current era.

When they approached each other to a certain distance, the strong cohesion force finally became apparent, pulling countless "spiritual insects" together and blending them into one.

This is not an effect that can be produced by two or three "spiritual insects" approaching each other. There must be a sufficient number for it to appear.

And when that part of the "spirit worm" re-formed into a whole, Klein's incomplete consciousness completed the piecing together of his own self, and things finally changed in a simple direction.

The "spirit worms" formed a transparent and huge vortex, which exuded a strong cohesion force, sucking in the remaining "spirit worms" that were hesitant, unwilling to return, and not too far away one after another. Come over.

When the "Insect of Spirit" returned for more than two-thirds of the time, smooth and transparent tentacles grew out of the vortex.

They extended to the underwater ruins of the Second Age, the First Age, and even the prehistoric era, grabbing the last part of the "spiritual insects" one by one and stuffing them back into the vortex.

In just ten seconds, the vortex began to stretch and turned into a terrifying figure made of transparent twisted worms. Invisible tentacles naturally extended from the figure's body.

The tentacles pulled items such as windbreakers, top hats, socks, and leather shoes that were originally in the outside world, dragged them into the fog of history, and then collaboratively put them on different locations of the terrifying figures.

The figure composed of countless "spiritual insects" then pressed the top hat on its head, causing the transparency on its body to fade away quickly, condensing a layer of flesh-colored skin, growing short black hair and brown eyes.

This is what Klein Moretti looks like, but he is 1.8 meters tall.

Klein, who finally regained his self-awareness and pieced together a complete mental body, felt two changes at the same time before he could examine his current state:

A kind of extraordinary characteristic fused with his body, that strong, terrifying, high and irresistible idea seems to have awakened a little, conveying one picture after another, some of which are about the "Miracle Master" Some of the occult knowledge is about dust igniting into the sun, and the magnificent scenes of various stars in the deep black universe.

They all bear the mental imprint of being wild, indifferent, cruel, crazy, condescending, and without any emotion, and they quickly assimilate Klein's spirit, making him change his state uncontrollably;

The other is the crimson stars and numerous bright spots that appear in front of Klein's eyes: within those stars are members of the Tarot Club such as "Justice", "The Hanged Man", and "The Moon" The prayers that echoed in the light spots were mainly the prayers of Moon City residents. Together they created an image, shrouded in gray mist, looking at the world with compassion, the image of a supreme and hidden existence.

The two anomalies reacted to Klein's body respectively, causing the left side of his body to be shrouded in gray mist, revealing only a slightly smiling, deep eye, and causing his right side to disintegrate again and turn into a ball. A transparent twisted worm and an eye full of bloodshot eyes full of madness.

At this time, the right part continued to erode towards the left, and the gray mist was gradually compressed to the extreme.

Klein did not hesitate, raised his left hand with some difficulty, and summoned the bone scepter with a blue gem on the top from the fog of history.

This "Poseidon Scepter" is surrounded by one after another prayer light spots, which are transmitted to Klein's body through the medium.

The right side of Klein's body immediately jumped out with bolts of lightning, surrounded by invisible wind and illusory waves. This helped the gray mist resist the erosion of pollution on the left side, allowing the whole to achieve a delicate balance.

At this time, Klein finally regained his humanity and memory bit by bit, and initially returned to the state before taking the potion.

He finally advanced to the Sequence 2 level, acquired the status of an angel, and became a true "Miracle Master".

…

Alger wiped the sweat from his head, and after much effort, they finally found a large ship from the resistance base in the Rhoside Islands, which could carry at least four to five hundred people.

Such a large ship is also very eye-catching. Even if it sets off from the private port of the resistance army, it must be looked around.

"I don't know how many people there are in Silver City and Moon City..."

While Alger was raising the sail of the big ship, he subconsciously adjusted his collar, and Daniz next to him did the same.

At this moment, their minds suddenly buzzed, and an accurate demographic figure was stuffed into their minds.

"There are more than 22,000 people in the two cities?"

Daniz's face suddenly became uglier than the dirt on the soles of his feet. He was about to curse but stopped: "There are so many people! We have to make at least forty trips back and forth! The round trip and checkpoint fees are enough to cost our small church money." Empty! Alger, can you summon sea creatures?!"

Alger's face also darkened. He really couldn't imagine the scene of transporting 20,000 people, so he simply shook his head and spread his hands.

"The carrying capacity of marine life is not as good as that of ships..."

At this time, Daniz suddenly pointed into the distance and shouted: "Look!"

Immediately afterwards, he was shocked and shook Alger vigorously: "Go quickly, go quickly, the big shot is coming, we can't defeat him!"

Alger was stunned for a moment, and then rushed to the side of the ship. He saw a large ship approaching from a distance, with a flag of the Pupilless Eye hanging.

"What else are you looking at? That's the future number of the 'Star Admiral'!"

Daniz was extremely anxious, wishing that the big ship under his feet would disappear from the private port: "Didn't you say that she has joined the Secret Church? Why is she still flying the flag of the pirate group? Could it be that she has become a chartered member of Intis? Official privateer, right?”

A long distance apart, Alger and the man standing on the bow looked at each other.

This colleague "The Hermit" whom he had not seen for a long time pushed up his glasses, asked his subordinates to play the flag, and then made a mouth gesture to him:

"The Oracle asked me to help."

"What are you going to do?"

Alger was stunned for five seconds, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the divine envoy who was about to jump off the ship, and whispered to him: "Don't be nervous, that's not an enemy."

"Not an enemy?"

Daniz's eyes widened: "If it's not an enemy or a privateer, then why did the 'Star Admiral' suddenly appear here?"

Yes, why?

Why did the "hermit" suddenly come?

The unknown oracle, the "hermit", Intis, the church of the mysterious god...

A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, and Alger suddenly understood the cause and effect of everything, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"It turns out that he is also an ally of Mr. Fool..."

In this way, the death of the God of Steam and Machinery and the sudden emergence of the Hidden Sage as the true god of Intis may have been contributed to by Mr. "The Fool" - by the way, Mr. "The Fool" collected Russell's diary, and Russell Serge is the "Son of Steam" two hundred years ago!

Alger was convinced by his imagination, and on the premise that he thought he understood everything, he developed a childish sense of superiority towards the "hermit" who knew nothing.

…

At this point, he became "He."

But Klein didn't have any real feelings about this, probably because this day came too quickly, or because Klein had been affected by divinity many times before, and he didn't feel the changes brought about by the upgrade of his life level for the first time.

After lying flat for a while, Klein slowly sat up, looked around at the historical fog around him, and began to examine himself.

Phew... Although I can't tell which piece of lost history I brought back to reality, whether it was the "Redemption Rose" or the Silver City and Moon City, at least it was successful, otherwise I would have lost control and collapsed here today, or It was here that he completely became the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun... Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, exhaled slowly, and gained a better understanding of the anchor:

The anchor is not a tool to help him maintain his humanity. Its main function is to form corresponding cognition, positioning and image, and to confront each other with the spiritual imprint in the extraordinary characteristics to maintain a delicate balance.

Under this balance, Klein's own humanity can barely be maintained without being seriously affected by either party.

In other words, there is a difference between the gods that believers perceive and the actual gods. If there is no spiritual imprint in the extraordinary characteristics to counteract this influence, the image of the gods in their minds will gradually cover the true appearance of the gods.

This is also a kind of pollution.

Only then did Klein understand the reason why the righteous gods originally had human statues, but later turned them into holy symbols. This can prevent believers from having a unified image perception and better play the role of anchor against the original residual spirit. , rather than changing itself subtly.

"But Amon's followers are all himself, how can he maintain balance?"

"Could it be that the mythical creature born with its own 'uniqueness' has its own original will fusion? Amon has long been accustomed to the semi-crazy state. No, this is his normal state... It is the image that every Amon voted for. …”

"This is an idea. I can form a group of secret puppets, so that every secret puppet is a believer of the 'Fool', and use my truest appearance as the image of the god. This can effectively provide the best anchor... No wonder Zarath and the Dark Demonic Wolf don't have many followers... Well, once the residents of Silver City have converted to 'The Fool', we can consider separating the incarnation of 'Poseidon' and not using it as our own anchor. This is different from the rest of my followers. The cognitions are too contradictory and cannot be truly unified..."

Klein thought of a lot in an instant.

"Well, the total number of items plus scenes that I can summon now is nine, but there are still only three at the angel level..."

"'Wish' is already a standard power of the gods, but it's a bit strange. Only by satisfying other people's wishes can you satisfy your own wishes. Only by realizing small wishes first can you gradually realize big wishes..."

Klein tapped the back of his hand with his fingers, frowned and whispered:

"In other words, if I want to use miracles in battle, I must achieve many similar 'small miracles' in advance?"

"But how can we not predict what kind of miracle we need..."

Klein originally thought that the "Wish" ability could be exerted at will, as long as it did not exceed a certain upper limit. Who knew that its effect did not only come from extraordinary characteristics.

During the review just now, he found that he had digested most of it just after completing his promotion.

After all, he has created "miracles" many times, including "resurrection" four times.

Of course, Klein thinks this is very tricky, just like finding out that he digested most of it when he became an "ancient scholar". Because he can create "miracles" and act in advance, he relies more on "Origin Castle".

"It was completely arranged..."

In addition to his astonishing promotion speed, there is also the "curtain" carried by the "God of Wishes" Kotal, which contains a complete set of magic potions for the Secret Attendant. If it hadn't been for some accident, he would have become Him as soon as he "wake up".

Klein sighed secretly, feeling relieved:

"When will the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun 'suddenly' wake up in my body?"

What makes Klein confused is that after he was promoted to Sequence 2 and became an angel to complete his qualitative transformation, the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" did not appear and did not initially awaken in his body - could this being, like God, feel that the current Are you too weak? Will you wait until you become a true god, or even a true god with multiple paths, before you suddenly appear and catch yourself off guard?

He shook his head, left the fog of history, and said to himself:

"...I shouldn't be Him, and I can't be Him. I can only be me."

After Klein returned to the real world, he found that Medici, Ourolius and Richard had all disappeared. Only Lovia, whose aura was still a little confused but whose eyes were a little brighter, and Colin were still in the Giant King In the ruins of the courtyard.

Seeing Klein's appearance, Lovia, the demigod who didn't talk much, felt the spirituality and aura of Klein's body that suddenly became deeper. She first lowered her head, expressed her respect, and said:

"There was a message from a great being just now."

"It is said that the people from Moon City and Silver City have been placed in the open space outside the Giant King's Court, waiting to leave here."

She was in a daze, and she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

But they did not immediately go to the predetermined location because of this message. Instead, they waited for Klein to arrive before asking the envoy:

“Can the words of the Great Being be trusted?”

These words were a bit abrupt, but they also proved that Klein had completely become the spokesperson of the god "The Fool" in their hearts.

Klein nodded. When he himself was promoted, he got this news from inside the potion and said in a deep voice:

"Can be trusted."

Colin's eyes flashed, and he was even more in awe of "The Fool":

"The people in Silver City have been parasitized by Amon, but now they can be saved. This existence saved the lives of the people in Silver City. We are willing to thank Him, worship Him, and set up a ceremony to praise God's grace for Him. Dear divine envoy, Can we learn the name of this god?"

In his opinion, the gods who were willing to help must be friends of The Fool, so he asked directly without any hesitation.

Klein was silent for a second and decided not to tell them the truth about his "salvation".

He carefully observed his inner and emotional changes, and found that he did not mind his anchor believing in others as much as he thought, so he cleared his throat and replied solemnly:

"The Hidden Sage, the God of Knowledge."

"Hidden Sage..." Colin and Lovia chewed on this name and felt an indescribable mystery and wisdom.

Klein looked around and found that the Hidden Sage's iconic eyes did not appear around him, so he put the matter aside for the time being and took Colin and Lovia to the open space where the survivors of the two cities were placed.

After thinking about it, he gave up teleportation and chose to walk over step by step to meet them in a human way.

The three people passed through the magnificent palace and ruins of the Giant King's Court, and saw the door that had been changed beyond recognition but still stood.

Arriving in front of the gray-blue door depicting a dusk scene, Klein first subconsciously extended his hand, then decisively walked to the side and gave up the position of the front door to Colin.

Colin Iliad was silent for a second, and then cast a grateful look at Klein.

He bent down, stretched out his hands, and pressed them on both sides of the door.

Then he flexed his muscles and pushed harder.

At this moment, he seemed to see his parents, brothers and children who were killed by his own hands, saw the generations of Silver City people who he watched die or failed to come back from the darkness, saw his dead comrades, and also I saw the people who were saved in Silver City, and the children who were about to live in that bright world where there would be no more monsters and dangers.

They stood next to him, pressing their hands on the door at the same time, and pushed the gray-blue door with him.

A drop of water slipped from Colin's face.

A gap then appeared, allowing golden sunlight to shine inside.

The gap became wider and wider, and a sea of ​​golden light gradually appeared in the eyes of Lovia and Klein, who were holding their skulls nervously, and in the eyes of Colin Iliad.

Seeing such a scene, bathed in the warm sunshine, Colin Iliad and Lovia's mouths moved slightly, revealing a smile without any haze and a vague yearning.

Light is what it's all about.

That's what it's all about.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, Klein couldn't help but smile.

TBC

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The end of the last chapter was actually written in the wrong place and I didn’t pay attention when I posted it. It should actually be tomorrow’s content.

At this point, we have to pretend that nothing happened!