Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 203 – Escape
Audrey and the others on the stage saw this scene as if they were enjoying a large-scale magic show, and for a short while, no one reacted to what was happening.
A few seconds later, the scene began to be chaotic, and in a series of screams, the soldiers of the King’s Guard ran onto the high stage.
Members of the Cabinet and nobles of the Upper House either subconsciously sought shelter or mustered up the courage to follow the guards and examine the scene.
Audrey looked on with a slightly stunned expression, not too surprised, but just not real enough:
The people and things that were focused on by Mr. World meant that they were under the watchful eye of Mr. Fool, and what Mr. Fool wanted to achieve had never failed up to now! It’s the will of the gods.
This is the will of the gods.
Elsewhere in the town square of Birkeland, Melissa, Benson and the others heard the explosion and realized that the King’s speech had come to an abrupt end.
After a moment of silence, the people grew restless, exchanging words and whispers.
Panic about the unknown and the future slowly took over their minds.
……
Outside of Birkeland, inside “Relic One”.
George III’s sanity had become very blurred, and he felt a volcano of uncontrollable, extremely crazy consciousness erupting from within his body, changing his body and distorting everything around him.
Vaguely, k saw a huge black throne, saw himself sitting on it, wearing the emperor’s crown, proudly looking down on reality, ruling over all the people, equal to the gods.
K reached out his hand and tried to grasp this future, but uncountable curses and a barrage of attacks from nowhere landed on K’s body, making it impossible for K to reach it anymore.
”No……”
George III’s hand, which had vaporized into a rule, stopped in mid-air, his consciousness completely torn apart and his body completely mutated.
Tris, who had already collapsed into a mass of flesh and blood, was surrounded by countless thick and long serpentine hairs, covering this shadow of order.
Rumble!
In the outside world corresponding to the “No.1 Ruins”, the mountains and forests suddenly collapsed inward, raising a large amount of dust, which filled the midair like the densest haze.
Rumble!
The area formed an immense deep pit, which connected to the Tasok River and drew in the rushing water.
Rumble!
The high altitude was sharply gloomy, and a storm harboring endless terror enveloped the area.
Further away on the mountain peaks, two figures stared at this scene, and no one spoke for a moment.
One of them was the “Ageless Witch” Katrina, who was wearing a holy white robe, and the other was the “Red Angel” Evil Spirit, who was wearing a hood and whose face was as pale as blood.
After two seconds, the “White Virgin” Katrina sighed softly and said:
”The reason why we want to retrieve her is because the original told us that she has a strong tendency to self-destruct.”
”Red Angel” Evil Spirit listened in silence, his expression twisting slightly:
”I know who interfered with my response.”
Katrina thought of answer after answer, but couldn’t be sure, and eventually chose to remain silent.
”The Red Angel,” the evil spirit spat out a word slowly:
”Darkness.”
After a pause, K suppressed his inner emotions and added:
”Otherwise, I would have found Triskelion long ago.”
Without waiting for Katrina’s response, the “Red Angel” spirit turned his body around and left.
……
Inside the other ruins, Klein, who saw the secret mausoleum collapsing and spilling out a large amount of blood, only had time to flash a flash of joy before he had to turn his attention back to his own situation.
The failure of George III’s ceremony and his failure to become the “Black Emperor” meant that his purpose had been accomplished, and the next focus was on how to escape!
At this moment, taking advantage of the impact of the destruction of the mausoleum, Renette Tignicole, according to her agreement with Klein, did not stay any longer and entered the spirit world first, escaping into the depths.
The power k had borrowed from her past self was nearing its end!
The hidden angel with the beautiful face, on the other hand, had reached the limit of what Klein could maintain, and after diffusing into the strange world, it naturally disappeared.
Inside the half-collapsed ruins, Klein was alone with the arm of the “Sinner of the Gods” S’u’a, Hermes from the Ancient Era, the projection of Rossel the Great, the projection of William Augustus the First, the projection of the Angel of Light, and the sound of thunder pointing to who knows where, all of which had the power to kill him with ease.
And for him to summon another Historical Pore Image of the Angelic Order, it was not something that could be successfully done in two, three or four clicks.
Without hesitation, Klein’s body vaporized in one go, attempting to hide in the historical aperture.
Just at this time, a vortex suddenly emerged from the grayish mist within his field of vision, that consisted of uncountable transparent worms that extended a transparent and slippery tentacle in all directions.
Charatu!
Charatu’s main body appeared!
k had been waiting for Klein in the hole of history!
At this moment, Klein’s action of entering the hole of history could no longer be reversed, and he could only watch as he was attracted by the vortex and thrown into the center!
He tried to snap his fingers and ignite the other thousand paper cranes, but realized that no flame could even leap up.
Charatu, who had already done a test run, was sure enough of his cards, relying on the suppression of the bit and the secretive authority that prevented him from manipulating the flames again!
In addition, Klein’s intuitive hunch told him that the end of the “teleportation” was strangely connected to the vortex formed by the transparent worms.
He can’t get out of it, and there’s no time to summon enough help.
”The Diviner does not perform without preparation.
The vortex formed by the transparent worms slowly turned to welcome Kraven’s “active visit”, while the transparent and slippery tentacles swam over with an irresistible attitude.
They wrapped around Klein, but only wrapped around an ancient book with a dark-colored cover.
On the surface of this book, a splash of blood had not yet completely faded.
The Travels of Grocer!
At the most dangerous second, Klein took the initiative to break his finger, letting the blood flow onto the surface of the Groselle Travels, and then, he whooshed into the world of the book, temporarily escaping the deadly trap laid out by Charatu.
As soon as he entered the world of the book, Klein immediately reached out, grasped forward, and grabbed a secret puppet he had only briefly possessed from the orifice of history.
Hwyn Lambeth!
–Klein had once experimented, here can be summoned within the real history of the projection, after all, that belongs to the “source of the fortress”, and the book world to the “Fool” prayers are not hindered, of course! Of course, if that’s not possible, Kraven also has another way to solve the problem, that is, to summon the “justice” Audrey, who exists in the history of the book world!
In short, he needs a mid-to-high-level serializer of the “Audience” pathway to take him into the sea of the collective subconscious, into the “Miracle City” of Leaviside, and into the Hall of Honesty.
The sooner the better, because Klein had no way of knowing how long it would take for Sequence 1 Charatu to grasp the secrets of Grocer’s Travels, let alone if he would force his way into the world of the book.
He could only scramble for time!
Gentle and elegant, dressed in formal attire, wearing a dark red bow tie, Hwyn Lambeth pulled Klein with a slightly stiff expression, and directly entered the sea of collective subconsciousness formed by the overlapping of countless light and shadow.
Relying on the power of the “Manipulator”, they traveled quickly and arrived at the “Miracle City”, Leviathan, in just a few seconds, at the entrance of the Honest Hall.
Kraven released his hold on Hwyn Lambeth, a secret puppet, and “ran” through the doors, propelled by the gusts of wind.
As he passed through the brightly colored murals, his inner voice echoed through the hall:
”Summoning ‘0-08’ here should have a higher success rate ……
”Use it to depict or write something at the end of the mural on the left that can affect the real world ……
”By arranging through it, make a mistake in Charatu so that I can find a way to escape safely ……
”No, it’s still easier to realize by having the Amon doppelganger join the melee and involve Chalatu ……
”No wonder the goddess ‘fished’ Amon to Berkland ……
”The mural on the right represents the world of the book, and could use ‘0-08’ to depict another makeshift gate for me to get out ……”
While “flying”, Klein’s right hand kept grasping into the void in front of him.
Five times, ten times, twenty times, after Klein had once again borrowed strength from his past self, he steeped his right hand and dragged out a slightly dull classical quill.
”0-08.”
In the next second, Klein arrived in front of the half of a giant pillar that an unknown number of people could embrace.
It had a clear sense of the vicissitudes of time, and it was the throne of the “Dragon of Imagination” Anglewild.
Klein walked around the pillar and came to the end of the mural, he lifted up the feather pen “0-08” and was about to write.
He has not experimented with the use of “0-08” here will produce what changes, afraid of accidents are too big, alarm Amon k brother, so that his own plans to prevent George III to become the “Black Emperor” was detected in advance.
At this moment, he does not have to think about this aspect of the matter, can be fully concentrated on weaving their own development.
Suddenly, the “0-08” that was about to start writing disappeared, before reaching the maintenance limit!
What happened? …… Klein was surprised.
He immediately realized that the Honest Hall did not amplify this sentence, the surrounding is extremely quiet.
Inspiration, Klein slowly turned his body, only to see that the original vicissitudes of the stone pillars somehow turned into a hundreds of meters high cross.
In front of the cross, a blurry giant figure stood there, carrying everything on its back and gazing at the spirits with pity.
Inside the Honest Hall, there were also more rows of black seats with backrests, but there was only one praying man.
This praying man sat in the center of the first row with his eyes closed, dressed in rather simple white robes, with a light blonde beard that covered the lower half of his face, and with his hands clasped together in front of a silver cross pendant on his chest, with a warm and calm look on his face.
Adam.
President of the Dusk Hermits, Adam the King of Angels.
Klein was actually completely unaware of when K had arrived.
At that moment, Adam raised his head, revealing eyes as clear as a child’s.
He slowly stood up and spoke with a calm expression:
”George III fell, Rune suffered a heavy blow, Intis stopped watching from the sidelines and decided to take advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack, and this great war began to truly sweep the world.
”Do you accept such an ending?”