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Those pasts are slowly emerging.

These experiences include his various aids in the divine war, providing strength to Medici, terrorizing the original witch with the image of Amon, rescuing the members of the Tarot Society, creating terrifying legends, communicating with the real creator, talking to the "Red Angel" who was still an evil spirit at the time, dealing with Amun's clone, taking revenge on Ince Zangwill, exploring Calderon City, infiltrating the church of St. Samuel, running amok at sea, preventing the "true creator from coming", saving Tingen, and other things and various details of life in peacetime.

Klein took a closer look at the sequence in which these images appeared, and found that they were flashbacks, and the fragments led all the way to the past.

They are entangled with different people and things, and they are very complex and converge into an ocean.

Crane seemed to be "flying" up, unable to find a sufficiently accurate and clear self-orientation, feeling like he was about to be lost in this area, and the cold meaning and burning pain drove him to keep moving forward, to vent his influence, and to return to the real world.

Crane barely managed to control the sensation, struggling to find something to determine himself as consciousness drifted and his body slowly declined.

Finally, he saw a broken spot of light in the depths of the gray mist, at the end of the sea, and his heart moved, and he flew over with a starry attitude according to his intuition.

In that spot of light is a figure hanging on the blurred light door, he is contained in a transparent "silkworm cocoon", swaying gently, looking like the original Zhou Mingrui, which has nothing to do with the surroundings, alone and can be easily grasped.

This is...... I didn't contact Fort Source with rituals and spells, but now I can...... In other words, in the process of promotion, can I indirectly affect the "Source Fort" above the gray mist? Wait, my thinking skills are back...... Klein's consciousness suddenly cleared up a lot, and he finally understood what the essence of the ritual was.

Eliminate the distractions of details, provide a clear and accurate positioning for yourself as an "ancient scholar", and prevent getting lost!

Following similar spots, Crane began to "fly" into the depths of the gray mist, with no end in sight, and on the way, he found that the surrounding fog was scattered with various fragments of light, ranging from the colonial stage, to the reign of Russell, to the War of Oathbreaker, the White Rose War, and the Twenty Years' War...... These are the fifth-age histories that Klein knew.

As Klein passed through them, his consciousness naturally diverged, completing an invisible connection and positioning more clearly.

The Pale Age, the War of the Four Emperors, the Trenthorst Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, the United Empire, the First and Second Empires of Solomon, the fall of the Red Angel, the "Blood Emperor" becoming a god, the return of the "Black Emperor" and other historical fragments continue to trace back to Klein, and have emerged in different places in the endless gray mist, like stars in the black night sky, illuminating the traveler's homecoming.

During this kind of travel, Crane only felt that he was becoming more and more awake, and the coldness and burning sensation of each "spirit worm" became less and less.

He could have turned around and returned to the real world, but he didn't stop, flying forward with pleasure.

At some point, a group of terrifying canine-like creatures with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets and their bodies covered in pitch-black shorthair appeared, and they ran wildly in the gray mist with no bottom in sight, following Klein's sides, like companions, like guards.

“…… It turned out to be you. ”

Klein remembered the fog and flames that had followed him during his two long journeys through the spirit realm, and also remembered the "dog of Fugen" mentioned in the spirit world wandering notes and ancient occult books. He smiled, didn't stop, and continued to wander into the depths of the gray mist, accompanied by them.

The deadly attack of the "Redemption Rose", the three angels of pure white, storm, and wisdom share the ancient sun god, the "Giant Court" conspires, and the night, the earth, and the Church of the God of War hide as a secret organization and other patches of light flash in the gray mist, and the more Klein goes forward, the more comfortable he becomes, and there is a feeling that he is about to fly when he is "running".

Parts of the Third Age's history showed him the way forward, and at last, Crane stopped in front of a lone fragment of light, which contained the memories of the ascetic Snorman from Grossell's travels.

That was the earliest history he could find, but he didn't know the details of the Cataclysm, he didn't know much more about the Forsaken Lands, and he looked further on, and the gray mist was silently thick, and he didn't know where the fragments of light were floating.

Feeling the depletion of spirituality, Klein did not search, and his consciousness was connected to the location of the starting point, and he fell sharply.

As the gray mist faded rapidly, Crane felt his body and saw the red angel Medici who was still standing in front of him.

He didn't care about Medici's thinking expression, realized the current state, subconsciously raised his head, and looked into the air.

He saw the gray mist directly, and saw the ancient majestic palace above the gray mist.

The mysterious space was vibrating gently.

……

In the midst of the church that had not yet been named, and the sanctuary that had not yet been named, a man who was flipping through the Rossell Creative Manuscript in the basement with a mirror at hand raised his head, looked in the direction of the Church of the Creator next door, and muttered strangely.

"And that kind of thing?"

For a moment, he suspected that his analysis was wrong, Tianzun would actually be in the Holy Hall of God, and the Holy Hall had not exploded on the spot, this was simply impossible!

But it seems to have happened again, not sure, take another look.

He looked in the direction of the Cathedral of Light, and thought for a moment, feeling as if a question had suddenly appeared in the world that he could not understand. So he stood up, carefully closed the Russell Creative Manuscript, clamped it with a bookmark, and went out with a mirror.

In Lemburg, a postman on a bicycle stopped, tilted his head slightly, and pressed the monocle in his right eye.

He immediately whispered to himself:

"Source Fort ......"

But how in Intis? The thin-faced young man curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, his expression full of anticipation.

In the western part of Beckland, somewhere in the unrestored Sodrak Palace, figures suspended in the air swayed gently and sounded at the same time:

"Source Fort ......"

Actually in Intis. Zarathu probably guessed the connection and sighed secretly.

Not chosen and invested by any of the great beings, he continued to remain quietly in the palace of Sodrrak, awaiting the king's ceremony.

Under the Church of St. Samuel, Leonard Mitchell, who was arranging tasks for the team members, suddenly heard a slightly old voice in his head:

"Source Fort ......"

In the depths of the Eastern Continent, in the ruins of Chernobyl, a line of words appeared on the notebook in Edward's hand. After reading this, he stopped sketching portraits in his notebook, erased the bust of the half-drawn but faceless figure in the notebook, patted the ashes, and stood up.

"Hey, it's been half a month."

It's really a prison life, you will go to prison everywhere, the earth is unknown, and you will never come back again. The outer god thought to himself.

The Sea of Chaos is still unwavering, and the people inside don't plan to come out. Half a month has not returned like lightning, then the death of the true creator is meaningful, since it is meaningful, then there is no need to continue to stay here and wait for God, anyway, he will get up on his own sooner or later. The demon moved his muscles and attracted the attention of Amun, who was in a daze behind him, and Amon asked curiously:

"You're leaving?"

"I feel like I can go." Edward shrugged, "There's nothing to do if you stay here, you can't even catch fish in the sea." ”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the remnants of the prehistoric era.

……

After seeing the ancient palace above the gray mist and feeling the gentle tremor of the mysterious space, Klein only felt that he had a deeper invisible connection with the "Source Fort" that was difficult to accurately grasp.

At this moment, he really had the experience that it would gradually belong to him.

In a few seconds, everything was gone, and Klein didn't delay, pulled out a piece of paper and shook it casually.

With a snap, the paper figure ignited a crimson flame, and a dense array of illusory wings grew behind it.

Klein was stunned, but he didn't expect the simple "paper man stand-in" interference to have a bit of an "angel's embrace".

Next, he moved quickly and cleared all traces of his surroundings.

Whew, I didn't expect it to really trigger the change of "Source Castle" and produce a vision that cannot be concealed...... Fortunately, I was cautious enough to be careless, and if I had been promoted in Bakeland or the surrounding area, Amon and Zaratul would have "seen" me, and I should have participated in them as an extraordinary trait by now...... Crane breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little dizzy and wanted to get some sleep quickly.

Medici watched him continue to use the paper figure double to hide his occult connections, and praised Crane's caution in his heart, and then he waved his hand, signaling that Crane should leave after his promotion, and what should he do.

He had something to do for himself—like asking the serpent if there was something he was hiding from him.

Crane bowed to Medici, and he also felt that he needed to get out as soon as possible and find a place to rest and calm down.

But at this moment, the eyes of the two of them seemed to be "pulled" away by something at the same time, and they invariably looked at the sky outside the cathedral, only to see a huge and transparent eye floating in the air dozens of meters away, staring at them blinking.

In an instant, a lot of knowledge automatically appeared in Crane's head.

"Hidden Sage"

"Airship Improvement and Manufacturing Technology from Scratch"

"A fusion of the power of the gods of steam and machine"

"The Sage of the Western Continent"

"Fusion is easy for everyone to learn"

"The Wilderness of Knowledge"

"Crazy ......"

"Silence!" Medici let out a loud sound, and a thunderous sound came from the psychic link, abruptly cutting off Crane's spiritual confusion caused by the instinctive knowledge indoctrination of the hidden sage, and he could not know any old knowledge before reaching the angelic level! Don't even look at it!

Psychic link is the simplest and most brutal form of psychotherapy, and when he was still at sea, he also used this method to stabilize Klein, who suddenly began to collapse and lose control after looking at the world map.

Crane paused for a second, and in that second he had taken in all the knowledge of the entire library, including the self-introduction of the Hidden Sage, but he had mixed in all the history he had seen since the activation! Klein's face was bruised, his brain was smoking, the capillaries in his eyes were ruptured, and blood was pouring out of his ears and eyes.

There was a mixed reaction between the spirit that had not yet fully converged and all kinds of huge mixed knowledge, and his skin squirmed, as if he was about to turn into one spirit worm after another, and become an independent individual with different types of knowledge, and escape to history!

He hurriedly simulated countless overlapping balls of light in his mind to stabilize his thoughts.

"I'm sorry." The Hidden Sage's big eyes blinked, and he replied, "I thought he was Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. ”

Medici's expression was hideous, and he used a psychic link to isolate the knowledge related to the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" that was conveyed along with this apology.

Having become the true God of these two paths, the words of the hidden sage are the essence of knowledge, and his actions symbolize the laws of truth. He said a term, and that noun contained all the relevant knowledge. Fortunately, when the Demon of Knowledge was there, he knew how to correctly guide and educate ordinary life forms with many spiritual imprints and apprentices in the Western Continent, but the Hidden Sage himself was unique and not a living being, and there was no threshold concept of "living beings will be killed by too much knowledge", and he was completely unaware of what his words meant.

"He's not Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

The big transparent eyes drifted closer, and they reached ten meters outside the window of the Bright Cathedral: "Who is he, the boy of Tianzun?" ”

What is the boy - Medici just had this doubt in his mind, and the relevant knowledge contained in this term was poured all at once, and by the way, he also helped him popularize all kinds of terms related to the Western Continent. Medici digested it for two seconds and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Don't ask me, I don't know."

Medici pulled Klein, who was still meditating, to his side and faintly warned, "But he is a servant of the Lord, sage, and you have crossed the line a little by not staying in your own sanctuary, and coming to us. ”

There was a hint of "curiosity" in the Hidden Sage's eyes, and Medici didn't know how he showed curiosity with one eye, because this emotion also turned into knowledge, and it directly made him feel it.

"How could the two of them choose the same person as their dependent?"

The warning worked, and the Hidden Sage didn't directly name the two men, but he looked Klein up and down, as if he had seen a puzzle that he couldn't figure out, and wanted to analyze him into pure data: "It's incredible. ”

"Ancient Scholar ...... Just Promoted"

"He is only twenty-four years old, why can he be promoted to Ancient Scholar?"

"Hey, his soul is different......"

The vast stream of data swirled through the eyes of the Hidden Sage, who couldn't help but get closer, already at a safe distance that Medici would be wary of, but the former was like an inquirer who had seen the unthinkable, bent on studying Klein Moretti thoroughly.

The Hidden Sage muttered, and Medici understood more and more why the Morse Ascetics were mute and deaf.

"It's strange that his soul is only in his twenties."

"But he's from a bygone era!"

On the premise that he could not use the power of the knowledge wilderness to analyze Klein, the Hidden Sage came to such a conclusion, and then the Hidden Sage "suddenly realized" that "he is the Heavenly Venerable Descendant he found." ”

The Hidden Sage pondered for a moment, and asked about the angel who belonged to God in his eyes:

"Are you going to reconcile? That's a blessing. ”

"Don't ask me."

Medici waved his hand like a mosquito, and at the same time pulled Klein, who was still a little sluggish, to the office: "Spread out, don't you see that our new sage here wants to rest?" ”

Klein barely recovered his senses, wiped away the blood and tears on his face, and recalled in his mind the simple nuclear fusion that everyone could learn, and after a while, he remembered that he was not a nuclear battery, but a human being, so he quickly learned to close his hearing like the Morse Ascetic, and by the way, he closed his throat, and simply did not listen to it and did not want to look, so as to minimize the unconscious knowledge indoctrination of the hidden sage.

But the Hidden Sage didn't seem to intend to let him go, and Medici pulled him away, his big eyes floating after him outside, and tried to talk to him.

"—" said the Hidden Sage.

Seeing that Klein didn't react, he popularized himself: "This is an ancient elf language, the grammar content is as follows, you can ask me if you don't understand." ”

Medici blocked the file transfer, and Crane was a little sorry because he was still a little curious about the ancient languages.

The Hidden Sage uttered a number of strange-sounding words, including an animal-like roar, reminding Crane of the Hornachis dialect he had heard in the hidden town. Medici interrupted them all, one by one, not allowing Klein to hear any comments.

"You don't respond to the language of the first five eras of your here, what era are you from?"

The Hidden Sage was even more unrelenting, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said:

"Hello."

"Hello." Klein replied subconsciously.

Medici stopped, a word he didn't understand, and couldn't help but wonder about it. Klein was slightly stunned, he and the hidden sage looked at each other, as if they didn't expect each other to suddenly pop out a word of Chinese.

The Hidden Sage suddenly realized again:

"It turns out that you are from the Western Continent."

TBC

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Early the next morning.

"How are you?" The voyeur asked the craftsman with a face comparable to that of a living corpse.

The craftsman nodded slowly, staring at the high ceiling above the shipbuilding with a dull and deep gaze, and his expression was more hideous than that of the demon two resentful spirits:

"Good, I feel like I understand everything."

"If you can say that, it means you're not good." The voyeur struggled to get up.

Improving knowledge is much simpler than rubbing an airship from scratch, this time the hidden sage teacher only spoke twelve times before hurriedly leaving, the secret man thanked the sage for sending away the philanthropic sage, and for the hidden sage's mercy, his own nose or nose and mouth are still mouthful, although he had already integrated all the improved techniques in the third time.

"Get up, get up."

The voyeur, who had a wealth of experience in being brain-filled, staggered to his feet, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the tools in the craftsman's box floated up, and he approached the spare iron plate in the distance and began to knock and draw, drawing some special words and symbols:

"It's time to go to work."

There is probably a double shift today