<h4>Chapter 1147 Chaos</h4>
Klein pretended not to notice the real dream. As he tried to stop his projection of the Death Consul, he tried to summon another version of “himself” from the Historical Void to fool the guards of the Tudor ruins, allowing his body to escape the dream and sneak into the secret mausoleum to achieve his goal of destroying it.
At the moment, he could only maintain three Historical Void projections. Death Consul Azik Eggers was one, his self-projection in a concealed state was another. He couldn’t be certain if the leader of the ascetics, Arianna, was considered one. However, to be safe, he had to disperse one of them before he made another summoning attempt.
Regarding Arianna’s state, apart from suspecting that “She” had descended in person due to “Her” state, Klein had other theories. Perhaps the leader of the Evernight cloister had deliberately entered a concealed state after sensing that “Her” projection from the past had been summoned while being located in the Amantha mountain range. “She” had vanished from the real world, allowing the projection to gain sentience. This waspletely feasible, especially since the authority of “concealment” likely gave “Her” a certain degree of control over “Her” historical projections.
When it came to a concealment angel like this, Klein was unable to use the feedback from Schr of Yore’s maintenance of the historical projection to confirm “Her” true situation. Therefore, he didn’t make any changes, so as to prevent any idents from happening.
Just as he was about to summon his past self, the real dream silently disappeared. Everything around him returned to normal.
He was standing on a cliff at the entrance. Below him was a dark and majestic mausoleum.
An old man with an ordinary appearance was levitating in midair. Under the glow from the moss and the light from the stone pirs inside the cliff, he calmly looked at Klein and sighed in ancient Feysac.
“You weren’t actually fooled by the dream I crafted.”
This old man’s hair waspletely white, but it was thick enough. There weren’t many wrinkles on his face, and his appearance wasn’t anything special.
The Spectator pathway’s Sequence 3 Dreamweaver? No, at least, he’s not an angel... Klein tensed up and didn’t respond. He immediately took out his silver adventurer’s harmonica and blew into it.
No sound was produced, but Rete Tinekerr, who was wearing a dark andplicated long dress, walked out.
One of the blonde, red-eyed heads in “Her” hands immediately spat out a rectangr diamond-like charm. Another head chanted in ancient Hermes, “Yesterday!”
Yesterday Once More!
Miss Messenger was borrowing strength from “Her” past self!
Compared to a Sequence 1 Snake of Fate, the power “She” borrowed couldst longer.
However, the charm didn’t change at all.
In midair, the elder in the gray robe gently chuckled and kindly reminded them, “Don’t use ancient Hermes in front of me.”
...Hermes... This is Hermes, the one who lived since the Second Epoch and created ancient Hermes? An angel of the Spectator pathway... The origin of the Psychology Alchemists... Klein was first shocked before he realized something.
Hermes was participating in the battle, so it was unlikely “He” had a strong desire to stop him!
No, perhaps “He” is deliberately acting to lower our guard... Beyonders of the Spectator pathway are the best at manipting the hearts of others... Just as this thought shed through his mind, Rete Tinekerr’s other two heads began chanting in Jotun and Elvish:
“Yesterday!”
The rectangr diamond-like charm was instantly ignited by a transparent me before fusing with the void.
Rete Tinekerr’s body began to rapidly expand as the four heads in her hands flew up andnded on “Her” neck.
The four heads became illusory one after another.
In an instant, Rete Tinekerr transformed into a huge cloth doll that resembled a castle. “She” was dressed in a ck gothic dress with countless mysterious symbols and sinister vines. “Her” eyes were blood-red.
“She” swept his gaze across ancient Hermes. “She” opened “Her” tightly shut mouth but didn’t make a single sound.
The “Spectator” pathway’s angel shed with a faint light, turning into a plump, white rabbit.
Ancient Bane, Transformation Curse!
The rabbit didn’t panic at all. Its body began to swell, bing half the size of a mountain. One stomp was sufficient to trample him to death.
To an angel of the Spectator pathway, merely believing in “Their” strength allowed “Them” to be powerful enough without being at a disadvantage due to “Their” appearance!
As the rabbit turned into a monster, a subtle change happened in the ruins. Reality and illusion intertwined, making Rete Tinekerr a little confused as to whether “She” was in a dream or in the real world.
Klein could differentiate between the two. While he had noticed that, not only was Miss Messenger in a Mythical Creature form, but the surface of the rabbit’s body was covered in grayish-white scales. All sorts of patterns intertwined together, forming three-dimensional symbols that seemed to connect to the mind.
Angels are truly terrifying. They use theirplete Mythical Creature form right at the start... As Klein sighed, he didn’t even dare take a second look to gain more knowledge. Firstly, he didn’t have the time to do so, and secondly, his level wasn’t high enough. Seeing aplete Mythical Creature form would definitely lead to being affected and receiving some negative effects. This was something he had to avoid in a dangerous battlefield.
Taking advantage of the battle between Miss Messenger and the gigantic rabbit that had transformed into a dragon, Klein used the strong winds to head for the secret mausoleum. As he recited a particr honorific name in Jotun, he reached out to grab at the air.
First time, failure; second time, failure; third time, still a failure!
Just as one fat, white rabbit after another appeared in Klein’s ind of consciousness, causing him to elevate his consciousness to fight back and be unable to take multiple things into consideration, he instinctively reached out his right hand and finally touched a particr image in the Historical Void.
As he pulled back his arm, the image quickly outlined itself. She was a woman wearing a dark-colored robe and a wide hood. She had a beautiful face and slightly dull ck eyes.
This was the concealment angel of the Church of Evernight that he had met before.
Later, he found out in the foggy town that this was Mother of the Sky, the daughter of the ancient god, Flegrea, and suspected to be the vessel for the Goddess’s descent.
Since he was able to sessfully summon the ascetic leader, Arianna, from the Historical Void in one try, Klein definitely thought of trying to see if he could summon “Her.”
He had been chanting the honorific name of the Evernight Goddess!
The employing of Historical Void projections by Schrs of Yore had a difficult-to-ovee restriction. It was that he was unable to summon something that involved the Uniqueness. However, objects that were merely a vessel of a deity’s descent depended on how much of the deity’s power was carried by the corresponding Historical Void projection or if it involved the Uniqueness. Simrly, if he wanted to summon Amon, it was impossible to summon the actual body, but an avatar would work.
To be safe, the person who he summoned was the one who had smiled at him during the Great Smog of Backlund, and he seeded after three attempts!
Of course, if it wasn’t for the Goddess’s tacit approval, or perhaps providing some level of help, he might not have seeded given a hundred attempts, a thousand attempts, or even ten thousand attempts.
The beautifuldy didn’t look at him, the summoner. Instead “She” turned “Her” head and looked down at the secret mausoleum.
The entire underground ruin quaked as the dark and majestic mausoleum began to shake. Ripples appeared as though it was about to be moved into a concealed world.
At this moment, two arms extended out from the outside world. One was pressed towards the gigantic doll, Rete Tinekerr, while the other spread out its fingers to grab at Klein.
These two arms were more than ten meters long. They were pitch-ck on the surface, flowing with sticky liquids. Some of them were strangely protruding, some had skulls as heads, three-dimensional eyes, or barbed tongues.
Abomination Suah!
The remaining guards in the underground ruins went crazy. Some raised their swords to kill theirpanions; or they raised their guns, aimed at themselves, and pulled the trigger.
Klein’s skin began to crack, and his consciousness was disturbed by a sensation of madness. He was unable to respond effectively.
The concealment angel he summoned retracted “Her” gaze through pure instinct, and “She” looked up at the two arms that seemed toe from the depths of a nightmare.
Tremendous fear caused Suah’s arm to tremble slightly. Not only did “He” fail to grab hold of Klein, “He” was even cursed by Rete Tinekerr, causing “Him” to be covered in green fur.
Immediately following that, they began to fade as they struggled with all their might, trying to escape their concealed states.
And at this moment, three figures appeared in midair in the underground ruins. They were Emperor Roselle; the first Loen king, William Augustus; and the abstract angel formed from pure light.
The Historical Void projections summoned by Zaratul followed closely behind!
With so many angels descending at the same time, just the effects from “Their” auras alone caused the entire space to quake, not to mention the intense battle “They” were engaged in.
In an instant, the pitch-ck mausoleum shook even more vigorously. There was even an obvious crack on its surface.
Klein wasn’t surprised at all, because this was hisst contingency n.
When the enemy was too powerful and prepared, preventing him from creating an opportunity, then it was best to draw everyone together while destroying the mausoleum; thus, creating chaos!
This was the inspiration he got from the encounter outside Bayam City.
Back then, Abomination Suah and the byproduct of the Artificial Death project attacked remotely while Sea King Kottman, Miss Messenger Rete Tinekerr, and a demigod from the Rose School of Thought had participated in it, resulting in the copse of an innocent mountain.
At that moment, Klein wanted the secret mausoleum in this ruin to be like that mountain.
He didn’t believe that angels could control the damage to “Their” surroundings when in an intense battle!
And the lineup this time far exceeded the previous one!
It’s still not enough... Then let’s make it a little more chaotic... As he controlled his Spirit Body Threads to prevent them from floating upwards, he dodged and sensed the mysterious space above the gray fog. Using his basic control over it, he made it tremble slightly.
In midair, a grayish-white fog appeared as the majestic pce appeared faintly.
Sefirah Castle!
In an instant, the sky above the Holy Wind Cathedral in Backlund turned dark, as if a storm was brewing.
A bird with dark eye circles watching over the Tussock River downstream moved its gaze.
...
In the outskirts of Backlund where Ruins No. 1 was, Demoness Trissy had been robbed of several powers and suffered serious injuries. She was on the brink of death.
Bang!
She mmed against the cliff, almost embedding herself into it. Blood was everywhere.
At this moment, she took out an item. It was a rectangr diamond-shaped charm.
Yesterday Once More!