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When I say I'm a waiter, I don't want to deal with this matter, I don't mean that you want you to order me to work......

Klein was swayed by the idea of the Duke of the Fourth Age, but he thought about it and felt that it was not impossible, after all, shouldn't the "waiter" help the employer deal with affairs and carry out orders?

I should be right, but I don't have potions right now, so I can't use potion feedback to confirm if it's correct.

Klein was in no hurry to act, though.

After making up his mind to help deal with it, Crane turned his gaze to the image that Fort Source was unfolding.

In the view of the Source Castle, the area of the moonlight spread even more than in reality, and although Badheil tried his best to retreat and avoid it, it had already quietly fallen into the range of the moonlight. The tip of the hazy red moonlight stretched out like a slender and twisted finger that stretched out like a root system. The fine and dense moonlight weaves a large net, trying to capture the god of war, a rebellious child who does not want to throw himself into the arms of his mother.

Bethel seemed safe, but in fact it was slowly approached by the red moonlight, but Badhair, the "son of the mother goddess in the occult sense", was currently more liked by the mother goddess than him.

Hiss...... Feeling a lot more powerful than I thought? Is it because the Fallen Mother Goddess has been paying attention to this place?

Crane's gaze lingered on the particular picture for a moment, and he found that the picture was completely filled with the red moon and the layered light in the center, and there were no other stars and gaps in the starry sky.

At the same time, the scroll seems to be starting to become somewhat unstable, and the border seems to be distorted in the red light. By the time it takes on the symbol of the fallen Mother Goddess, it is already polluted. If it drags on any longer, either the scroll will completely collapse, and the fallen mother goddess will not be able to continue to transmit power, but the pollution will also disperse, or it will be assimilated and strengthened by the power of the mother goddess until it grows a "living trait" loyal to the mother goddess!

Although there is only one Fallen Mother Goddess, can I really handle this kind of pillar-level pollution......

Klein also had a little drum in his heart, no matter how weak and damaged the other party was, it was a pillar-level old day, and no matter how strong he was, it seemed that he could only rely on the source castle to temporarily pretend to be a god, who would have thought that he would have to face the power of the mother god? But he had to deal with it, clean and beautiful, and make everyone, especially the God of Thunder, believe that he was the Lord of Mysteries, not Klein Moretti.

…… It's so stressful.

Crane sighed inwardly, and then withdrew the authority of the Source Fortress that had been given to Antigonus.

I must first improve my personality and control over the Source Fortress......

In the next moment, the gray mist around him naturally converged, bypassing Antigonus on the seat, and rushed to Crane's side, suddenly setting off his aura lofty and mysterious, and even his face became blurred, as if showing another side.

The tidal gray mist approached Crane and slowly melted into his body, building a simple cloak around his body that obscured the contours of his face. Once again, Crane had the feeling that he had "regained control of this space" and that "this is the power of the Lord of Mysteries".

His more intense emotions and chaotic thoughts faded away, and he naturally thought he was the master of the place.

In this state, when Crane's gaze fell on the scroll that was emitting a hazy red light, his mood had gradually transformed from initial tension to calm. He no longer regarded the Fallen Mother Goddess as an invincible danger, but was able to think about how to expel the seal and the pollution in it quite easily and rationally, and even thought about whether he could give the Fallen Mother Goddess a joke that was not too big or small, so that the other party would not be angry, and feel unhappy as if he had been stung by a poisonous worm.

And Antigonus looked at the "waiter" with a heart-shaking temperament in horror and inexplicably, feeling the world gradually moving away from him.

He saw the indifference and banter of divinity in the other person's face, which convinced Antigonus even more that whether it was good words, tolerance, or meanness, it was only the side that was shown. As for which side is real, or whether every side presented by the other party is actually a "performance", Antigonus himself could not guess.

Just like the uniqueness of the "fool", there is no white mask with no facial features at all.

It could be smeared with smiles, crying faces, anger, or any emotion, but the mask itself was still empty.

Crane didn't notice Antigonus's thoughts, or that he didn't care about a dying man's speculations about him.

He looked at the painting, thought for a moment, and held out his hand in a certain instinct.

It was as if a voice was attached to his ear to teach him what to do, and he controlled the power of the Source Fort to wrap the scroll in layers. First, he used the power of essentia to cut off the connection between the scroll and the fallen mother goddess to prevent the other party from further increasing the output, and then applied "deception" and "seal" to the red moonlight that had escaped - the moonlight that pounced on Bethel turned a corner, its purpose was decepted, and after circling Bethel, it returned to the inside of the scroll, covered by gray mist, and turned into a thin red surging below.

"It seems to be interesting to let a family tormented by the moon get a seal blessed by the moon......"

Klein first came up with the idea, but then gave up.

"Forget it, there's no need to irritate them so much, I can't remove the contamination from this seal for the time being, but at least I can prevent the contamination inside from leaking out. It has not been easy for the Abrahamic family to survive to this day, not to mention that Mr. Bethel has also suffered greatly. ”

As for Badheil......

Crane's eyes rolled slightly, looking at the god of war who was struggling in the tentacles of the moonlight.

“…… Touching the River of Eternal Darkness is not good for me now, polluting it only strengthens my instinct for cohesion, but it affects my ego and will, and I don't need to correspond to the extraordinary nature and authority of the River of Eternal Darkness...... It is also good for me that they are all dead, and perhaps I will need the power of the River of Eternal Darkness in the future when I fight against God. ”

"It doesn't matter if you let him be polluted and corrupted, anyway, the river of eternal darkness is here, just throw him down."

So Klein ignored the red moonlight that had attached to Badheil, since he had just abandoned his mother, wouldn't it be the best opportunity to return to his mother's arms and confess his mistakes to her?

He decided that this was the end of the matter, whether the god of war lived or died was his business, and Crane wanted to kill him directly.

Thinking so, Klein didn't do anything else after sealing the "Picture Scroll", and directly regained control of the Source Fort to Antigonus, telling the other party that he was done with it, so that the other party could continue to play the "fool" and stand aside again.

Antigonus looked at him deeply and did not speak.

And as the aura of the Source Castle gradually faded, Crane's spirit became active again, and then he frowned, deeply dissatisfied with the evil thought in his mind just now.

Give back the "picture scroll" tainted by the fallen mother goddess to the Abrahamic family?

As long as the source fortress seal above weakens slightly, the moon pollution equivalent to a time bomb will explode, and when the time comes, it will directly pollute the entire Abraham family, and even Bethel will be in danger...... Is this a human officer?

Klein felt deeply confused by this thought that naturally appeared in his mind, but it was really the idea he had in that wonderful state of mind and way of thinking that was close to that of the "Lord of Mysteries", so that Klein couldn't tell if it was a decision made by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun or a decision made by himself under the influence of divinity and path instinct.

…… Thankfully, I didn't really do it. Klein secretly rejoiced.

Go back to Mr. Bethel and ask him to give me the "scroll" for safekeeping, and put it on the source fort to prevent problems when I am not in the source fort...... Wait, if Mr. Bethel accepts it, rounding off my right to use this "scroll"?

Could this be...... What do I think...... I was thinking, "I want a Level 0 seal too...... But this is also ......

Once again, Klein fell into confusion and self-doubt.

He felt that the Lord of Mysteries should be laughing at himself loudly by now, but he had no proof.

……

Badheil's mind was in turmoil.

The sudden intervention of the fallen mother goddess interrupted his rhythm, and under the broken armor, he felt a small hand grow on his finger, it swayed and grew, wanting to leave his body with an extraordinary angelic quality and go to the place of the gentle moon - the silver-white sword light flashed, and the newborn little hand was severed, and before it could fall, it became pure spirituality and escaped into the air.

Another person's voice appeared in his brain, or perhaps his brain generated its own consciousness, crying shrill like a newborn baby, searching for the warm embrace of its mother.

But where is the mother?

The shrill cries and shouts irritated the god of war, but he couldn't stab the twilight greatsword into his head like he had just done. Where is the mother? Badheil had to start thinking about it, but the first thing he thought of was his father.

But the face of his father Ormir also seemed to be blurred in his mind, they used to have family affection, there were happy times as a family, he sat next to his father, Bradel was caressed by his mother's hair, and everyone was laughing.

But in retrospect, all he remembered was the blood-stained armor, the fallen body, and the dusk greatsword that he had picked up.

It's not all my father's fault, but my father is definitely at fault.

Because Ormir is an eternal god, the initial king of the giant clan, if his father does not die, he can only be a prince and the god of the morning sun for the rest of his life; Because his father still despises and disdains humans, he doesn't notice that the humans led by the sun god have become a force to be reckoned with, and he only cares about tearing up with the elf king, and even killed Lilith because of a personal vendetta.

The tall and majestic father, who was thought by the young him to never fall, finally fell into his own hands, but the god of the dawn at that time, the current god of war, did not feel much guilt, but excitement occupied all his thoughts - he is now the new king of the giant clan, he is the true god of this path, he is better and stronger than his father, his father's blind hostility and disgust to the sun god will only put everyone in danger, and he knows how to judge the situation, he can protect the giants, can-

Screams and roars interrupted the Dawn God's fantasies about a bright future.

Suddenly his mind, which had been a little dazed, suddenly came to his senses, and Badheil turned sharply to see his mother in disbelief and rage.

Badheil remembered that he had explained and promised, but his mother cursed him loudly and left. In the frozen sunset of the giant's court, the goddess of harvest left him with a back full of hatred and disgust, and soon his brother turned his back on him, and Badhair stood in the most luxurious chamber of the court, bowed his head, and found blood flowing from his father's already cold corpse to his feet, and he thought—

It's a bit dirty.

He thought, "I should be cleaned up, I don't want to live in a place full of blood and corpses."

Puff, puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted uncontrollably from Badheil's mouth, and some of it landed on his chest, staining his armor red. He looked at the blood in amazement, and his heart came alive, beating wildly in his chest, like a naughty boy jumping up and down.

Where did the mother go?

Mother didn't go...... Despite how angry and sad He was that day, and even about breaking off the relationship, he came back and made a new pact like a collaborator...... It's just that Badheil and Eumibella already hate each other, and even after they become gods, they don't allow each other's followers to appear in their own countries.

Later, Bradel also died, and whether his mother was still as sad as she was at the beginning, Badheil no longer cared.

…… However, some can't remember.

Did Bradel's mother weep for Bradel on the day he was cursed to death?

One organ after another and extraordinary properties were given new life, and Badher's thoughts and ideas were suppressed to the maximum. He had already spent a lot of energy in the tugging with Bethel, and now he was even less able to resist the pollution from the fallen Mother Goddess.

He stood a little dumbfounded, but still clutched the Twilight Sword in his hand.

……

“…… The power of the fallen mother goddess was banished and sealed like this? Is this the power of the 'Source Fort'? ”

Bethel looked at the "Scroll of God" suspended on the side, and was apprehensive about what had just happened.

Now the "Scroll of the Gods" is silently suspended in the air of the spirit world, looking completely harmless. The picture appears as a whole patch of gray, as if it was covered with paint, but if you look closely, you can see that these different shades of gray are flowing like mist. The gray mist covered the surface of the scroll like a veil, which covered the scarlet underneath.

The red moon on the canvas has gradually changed from the size of a fist to the size of a human head.

Bethel didn't dare to come closer, he squinted his eyes to take a closer look, and in the gap between the flow of gray mist, he saw that the red moon below was still slowly shrinking and expanding as if it were alive, and even moving slowly, looking for the weak spot of the gray mist, trying to project the moonlight.

As if sensing Bethel's approach, the moon looked at him like an eye.

Bethel immediately looked away.

"It seems that this painting will not show any more pictures in the short term, and being sealed by the power of Source Fort is basically useless."

"If no one looks at this painting, no one appreciates it, then the characters in it will come to life and enter the real world little by little...... It seems that this seal can't completely limit the one on the moon, but it's far beyond my capabilities......"

Bethel looked at the seal, then looked away.

This is simply to directly cover the power of the Source Castle, and simply and rudely wrap the items in several layers with wrapping paper like a novice packer, without leaking any gaps. There's no technical stuff, it's all personal.

“…… Who is in control of Fort Source now? This sealing technique ......"

Bethel tried to analyze it, but couldn't do it at all.

He suspected that the man up there was Klein, for Amon clearly wouldn't have had that kind of leisure.

But the man's way of acting was quite different from Klein's. The voice sounded familiar, but Bethel wasn't sure if it was a "fraud" or a real voice, and this guy's control over the Source Castle was obviously extraordinary, and he could even seal the power of the fallen Mother Goddess...... If this were Klein, Bethel would have had to reassess Crane's abilities and hole cards.

At first, Bethel simply regarded Klein as the lucky one chosen by the Source Castle, but if the other party could show such a strong strength in the angel stage, then Bethel had to admit that the other party and the Source Castle were far more compatible than himself, and he had no chance of winning the competition with Crane.

Bethel then looked at Badheil, who seemed to be in a state of stupefaction, unresponsive to the outside world.

Although it is not known how, Bethel does not intend to let go of this opportunity.

In an instant, countless doors opened all over Badhair's body, they were connected to each other, and they exploded one after another at a specific speed, forming a spatial tear that was enough to tear an unsuspecting god apart.

As doors appeared one after another, the god of war seemed to finally realize the approach of mortal danger.

He moved his arms stiffly, and slashed the twilight greatsword up, creating a storm of dawn around him, tearing the doors apart one by one. His expression became hideous, and the light around him became more and more intense, as if he was preparing to die with Bethel.

But at that moment, His movements suddenly stopped.

Badheil turned his head slowly, and saw the demon wolf watching him silently, and above the source castle, Antigonus had already taken advantage of his distraction to grasp the thread of his spirit.

In the next second, the space was torn to shreds, and a huge amount of light exploded here.

TBC

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Good night! (End of chapter)