Part 6 The Light-Exporter Chapter 32 – The Sacred Word
Although Klein had entered the Godforsaken Land less than a week ago, he had long ago passed through the small “sun” and had enough understanding of this place to know that normal human beings, and even saints, walking in the darkness, must use fire to create light, otherwise it is easy to be attacked by dangerous monsters lurking in the depths of the darkness, or to be swallowed up by the secret, and disappear without a sound. Disappearing without a sound, never to be found again.
At this time, that old clergyman, but did not mention the animal skin lantern, just like that in the darkness, through the mist, slowly entered the church interior illuminated by the yellowish light of the horse lamp.
If not for the deep calmness of his eyes, without a trace of crazy color, Klein’s first reaction would definitely be that he had encountered a special monster.
Of course, this normal human-like state and immersion in darkness were so contradictory that any creature with an IQ on the standard line could easily come to the conclusion that the person might be even more terrifying than a special monster.
There was only one other being that Klein had seen before that could travel through the darkness unaffectedly and with enough intelligence and spirituality to be able to do so:
”Amon the Blasphemer!
Feeling the dim light already reflected on his face, the tall old man in the deep black clergy robes with a slightly arched back stopped and looked at Klein beside the statue of the Demon Wolf, asking in a deep voice:
”Where did the master of this city-state go?”
Klein belonged to the type of people who tried to solve problems peacefully without getting into a fight with strangers, and while raising his guard, he answered frankly:
”I just entered this city, and I don’t know where its owner went.”
As soon as his words fell, the entire church suddenly dimmed, and a pale mist, like a tidal wave, surged in from outside and flooded the interior.
The light of the horse lamp in Klein’s hand could no longer illuminate the windows and the doorway, and the outside world was so deep black that nothing else could be seen at all.
In an instant, this church dedicated to the statue of the Demon Wolf seemed to be isolated from the ancient city of Nos, not knowing where it was located.
Klein’s pupils dilated slightly at once as he looked at the clergyman with wrinkled hair all white and asked in a deep voice:
”Who are you?”
The hunched-over clergyman replied with a look-down-like attitude:
”I am the attendant beside the seat of the Lord God, the Angel of the Holy Word, Stiver, and I walk this land of the past on behalf of the Lord, pursuing the blasphemers that lurk in the darkness.”
As he spoke, the old man’s figure instantly swelled to four meters tall, and behind his back emerged a dark, illusory feather, which intertwined with light and shadow, weaving into four pairs of deep but sacred wings.
”Angel of the Word” Stiver …… the attendant beside the seat of the main god …… the land of the past …… this is the “A member of the True Creator’s family, a member of the Angel of Destiny, and a member of the Redeeming Rose? No wonder they can walk in the darkness, because they are protected by the power of the Fall …… The evil god is still searching for the extraordinary characteristics of the “Secret Servant”? Kraven had to raise his head and look at Stiver, who was still wearing the black clergy robes, but had grown four pairs of angelic wings – this high-ranking being still had wrinkles and gray hair in his angelic state, and his body had a lot of contradictory feelings.
Klein pretended that he had never been an enemy of Aurora, and spoke calmly:
”The blasphemer fled long ago, and I am looking for k.”
”Angel of the Word,” Stiver asked in a low voice as he gazed at Klein for two seconds:
”Who are you?”
It’s not easy to say straight out …… Klein sighed and laughed:
”I am a lone traveler.”
As soon as he made this reply, he suddenly felt his extremely shadowy self arise within him and descend downwards, combining with the shadow created by the glow of the horse lamp.
The dark figure then twisted and “came to life,” stretching into another Germaine Sparrow, with shadowy eyes and a lonely air.
This …… Klein’s eyes shrank, and without hesitation, he poked out his right hand to the side, grabbing it out of thin air.
At this point, if he still did not guess that Stifler was utilizing his “answer”, then he can join the Aurora Society and believe in the “true Creator”.
At this moment, he knew exactly what an “Angel of the Word” was.
This was clearly an “Angel of Evil Words”!
Utilizing the other party’s answer, it intercepted part of it or expanded its ambiguity to create a spiritual effect!
When Klein says he doesn’t know where the owner of the city has gone, Stifler intercepts “I don’t know where he has gone”, and lets Klein trap himself, isolating himself from the outside world;
When this angel reveals his identity, each word elevates the level and power of k;
When Klein answers who he is, he is separated from his “lone traveler” self.
From the moment he appears in the ancient city of Nos, Stiver, dressed in black clergy robes, carries a strong sense of malice!
And when Klein tried to summon an image from the pore of history, the shadowy Germaine Sparrow seemed to be in tune with him and grabbed at the same projection, and the two canceled each other out in that way.
Seeing that the ability of the “Ancient Scholar” was restrained, Klein’s eyes stared blankly, and without hesitation, he was about to open his mouth and pronounce a word in the language of the giants.
But in the next second, the word was stolen.
Nearly four meters tall, the body of the stooped “Angel of the Holy Word” Stifler left shoulder somehow grew a head still covered with blood, which is very close to his own appearance, but much younger, seems to be only about forty years old.
Around this head, two skinless, bloody arms grew, which grazed different spirits, using the extraordinary ability to steal ideas and thoughts.
At the same time, a bloody head grew out of Stiver’s right shoulder, with the appearance of him being only twenty years old.
These three heads, one herding spirits and stealing Klein’s thoughts, one gazing indifferently at its target and deepening the “Lonely Traveler’s” self-awareness, and one with its mouth open, said:
”You are lying!
”You are the blasphemer who disrupted the ceremony of the birth of the Son of God and twice interfered with the Lord’s descent into the world!
”You are one of the targets I’m looking for!”
The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched slightly before he calmly spat out a word in the Giant language:
”Leodro!”
This was the real name of the “Storm Lord”!
The only reason Klein’s thought hadn’t been stolen was because he’d made a queue of what he was going to do next, and the queue was full of the same things, and the fact that the first part had been stolen didn’t affect his ability to follow the second part of the thought at all.
It was a valuable lesson he had gained from his confrontation with Amon.
Of course, if he met Amon again, Klein suspected that a similar approach might not work again, and that “God of Mischief” would certainly be able to come up with new tricks once he was prepared.
As soon as Klein’s words fell, the “Angel of the Word” Stiver’s eyes reflected one silver and white lightning bolt after another.
They covered the entire ancient city of Nos, pierced through the darkness that shrouded the church, and tore apart all the depravity, secrecy, darkness, impurity and evil.
In this, Klein and the shadowy Gelman Sparrow were at the center of the thunderstorm and simply disintegrated and dissipated without even a grunt.
Then, the silver-white twisted and wantonly terrifying electric snakes engulfed the surrounding area, engulfed the Demon Wolf statue, and engulfed the “Angel of the Holy Word” Stifler.
With a dull roar, the ancient city of Nos collapsed completely, becoming a true ruin.
On the opposite side of the dry riverbed, Klein’s historical projection quickly vaporized and his body returned to the real world.
Immediately after that, Klein made a series of “flame jumps” to distance himself from the ruins of North, and in the process, he drew out paper figures several times and shook them into “angels” to eliminate traces.
The barren plains were once again silent, and after an indeterminate amount of time, the ruins of the church shook, and Stifler, shaking off the dust and stones, slowly rose to his feet.
His all-white hair had thinned a bit, and his dark black clergy robes had become tattered and torn.
The “Angel of the Word” left the ancient city of Nos in silence, discerned the direction and walked into the depths of darkness.
Half a day later, a silhouette approached the ruins of the city-state from another direction, and it was none other than Klein, who had circled around in a big circle from afar.
He hadn’t had time to examine the ancient city of Nos before, and returned at this time in hopes of finding clues to the true whereabouts of the original being.
At a farther distance, Klein repeated the process of entering above the gray mist to inspect, summoning the historical projection, hiding in the ancient fragment, and using the historical projection to summon the historical projection again.
Having completed the preliminaries, he set foot on North once more, and in absolute silence, returned to the same church as before.
Along the way, those corpses that fell to the ground either became ashes or only left a section of charcoal, completely losing that thrilling and eerie feeling.
”That guy called Stifler didn’t die ah …… it seems that the residual storm divine power here is only able to injure an angel ……” Klein stopped at the ruins of the church that was opened up, and slightly regretted in heart muttered to himself.
Of course, he only felt a little regret, but he did not expect to be able to take care of an angel so easily.
During the sweep of his eyes, Klein saw a few broken pieces left over from the Demon Wolf statue.
They were deep black on the surface and dark red on the inside, not like common stone.
”To be used by that Ebony Demon Wolf to carve its own idol, these stones are definitely not simple, moreover, they don’t look like a product of the neighborhood …… Maybe we can find out where the Ebony Demon Wolf was hiding before it came to the Ancient City of Nos by tracing where they came from… …As a ‘Miracle Worker’ or even a ‘Sneaky Servant’, that Umbreon Demon Wolf is definitely good at eliminating traces, and it’s hard to succeed in tracking down k’s whereabouts directly, but if I can find out most of the locations where k hid before, I can Peek into k’s habits and style from there ……
”Grasping a person’s past, one can predict his future!” Klein thoughtfully took two steps forward and bent his back, trying to pick up a fragment of the statue.
Just then, a hand with a charred surface suddenly reached out and blocked his fingers.
Out of the corner of his eye, Klein saw that a nearby corpse that had turned to charcoal had somehow stood up!
This charred corpse held a monocle carved out of crystal in its other hand, and put it onto its left eye position.
Amon! The left eye …… Klein first tightened in his heart, and then a strong doubt and suspicion bubbled up.
In the next second, the charred corpse laughed and said:
”Sorry, wearing it in the wrong place.”
As it spoke, it removed the monocle and moved it to the right eye position.