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The moment he put on the mask, he saw a gray mist at his fingertips.

And at the highest point of the gray mist, the hazy and majestic huge building.

It was like a temple, and it was like a castle. It was both essentia and the body and consciousness of the most difficult old days.

Bethel's consciousness soared under his will, he heard what seemed to be a faint call coming, consciousness passed through layers of endless gray mist, and the seven lights of the spirit world had reached his extreme distance. At this moment, it was as if a door suddenly appeared in front of me.

Bethel jerked his head up and looked around, only to see that he had come to a place he had never seen before, where a gray mist filled the surroundings, and only in the middle was this huge long table.

There are 11 matching high-backed chairs on each side of the long table, and there is also one for the first and last seats, and a few of them have different pathways on them.

Bethel saw the "Apprentice" sign floating behind one of the high-backed chairs, and without thinking, he knew at once who the chair belonged to.

Forth and they are not only the relatives of the "Fool", but they also come to the Source Fort every week to hold that tarot meeting? Although she didn't dare to reveal more details, what she could say was right for now...... Bethel had no intention of reproaching Foirth Wall, in this case, he thought that Foirth would be able to go to the heights after receiving the favor of Fort Source, and it was a sure thing to become an angel. She is like insurance, with her, whether she succeeds or fails this time, the Abraham family will be stable for a long time in the future.

Bethel asked himself if he would never have had this kind of leisure to meet at Fort Source.

Judging by Folth's reaction, Crane not only disguised himself well, but also cashed in his previous empty promises, which Bethel had to praise him.

Immediately afterward, the gray-white mist in the distance turned from shallow to dark, as if it was connected to another area. The red streamer stopped in the dark mist, and in the fog of history, a figure wearing a popular double-breasted trench coat and an ordinary formal suit slowly walked out from the depths.

He pressed the top hat on his head towards Bethel, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Bethel nodded in silence, not knowing how the other party was going to begin his plan of seizure. He sensed a little spiritually, and within the Source Fortress, his "Records" and "Gates" were still usable, and the "Twilight Greatsword" was still within the range of perception, which belonged to Crane, but Crane didn't limit his abilities—or maybe it couldn't.

If that's the case, it's like a Colosseum.

He adjusted his mood and saw that the eyes of the "secret attendant" in front of him were stained with a little bright color, and there was a faint mark in the center of his forehead. The smile on the corner of his mouth is gentle, but it looks a little crazy.

This is Klein Moretti's home turf, so he takes a leisurely look around, takes off his top hat, and makes it disappear into mist, while smiling at Bethel:

"It's a little embarrassing to use this place every time it's to greet guests, or to fight, or to run away."

"The humble house is ugly, there is no decoration, and it is really a little difficult to entertain a nobleman like you, please don't be surprised."

Now that his star spirit body has arrived at the Source Castle, the uniqueness of the "Fool" is on his face, and the escaping "Secret Attendant" and other extraordinary characteristics have most likely fallen on him under the convergence force, Bethel is not too impatient. He paced calmly within the Source Fortress, examining the essentia that might soon belong to Him, and asked in passing:

"Every time?"

Klein happily responded, "Amon has also been here, and at that time I was in danger and had to send Fort Source out to save my life. ”

Bethel paused as he observed the movements around him, and looked at Klein's expression with a very confused expression: "So, he has already obtained the Source Castle, but he has lost it?" Not only did he lose the essentia he had, but he also threw away his own life. ”

"Perhaps."

"......" couldn't imagine how this was going to happen. At least in Bethel's impression, Amon was frivolous, but not stupid. But to say that the possibility of being able to export all the injured things is small but not 0, Bethel subjectively believes that there is another reason for Amon's death, but Klein mentions it now, it also means to create some psychological pressure on himself.

Suddenly, Bethel came back to his senses, and he found that he had a little more information in his head, and that this information was still increasing, and that he had also taken control of the "Source Castle" at some point!

Although it had always been his dream to control the Source Castle, but after suddenly having this power, Bethel suddenly realized what was going on, and his mood suddenly became a little bad. He stretched out his hand, and the gray mist around him moved with his hand like water waves, and he glanced at the long bronze table in the center of the Source Fort, thinking about changing the place.

Suddenly, the bronze table, along with the surrounding high-backed chairs, began to blur.

Within seconds, the long table and matching chairs were gone, and a room with a strong Quaternary style appeared according to Bethel Abraham's idea. The gray mist around them quickly receded, revealing thick, dark walls that seemed to exist in the first place, with patterns representing different families painted on the walls, and the number of candlesticks on either side of the wall was also different.

The chair is a delicate chair with one side high and one side low, a table top that slopes slightly but maintains an eerie balance, and a curtain with only one side of lace hangs above the window next to the wall. Behind the trapezoidal mirrors, clouds shrouded in mist, reflecting the bottomless gray mist on both sides of the source fort.

On the fireplace by the wall was a small bust of a stranger, a man with a serious face. The fireplace is in the center of the two walls with the crest of the great nobles, and from this position, it should be the bust of Emperor Solomon at that time.

Unfortunately, probably because of the passage of time, the outline of the bust's facial features is not obvious, and it can only be seen as a male face—as if Bethel had never looked at this thing closely.

Klein observed the Quaternary-style room for a moment, pulled out a chair, and sat down:

"It seems that you have also felt it, this is His body, and His will fills every space of the Source Castle."

"The only person who can appear inside the 'Source Castle' is the owner here. He is the master of the Source Castle, I am the master of the Source Castle, and now that you are here, you are also the master of the Source Castle, and of course you can get a part of His authority. ”

His fingers tapped on the slightly tilted table in front of him, and a cup of steaming coffee suddenly appeared on the table, and the patterns on the bone china cup were a little bright and gorgeous, which did not match the style of the Quaternary.

Klein picked up the coffee, took a sip and slowly put it back, pinched out a few sugar cubes from the fog of history and threw them inside:

"I'm sorry, it's a little bitter."

"How does it feel to be in possession of essentia, Mr. Bethel, is it as good as you think?"

After Bethel glanced at Crane and confirmed that Crane's remark was a heartfelt question, not sarcasm and sarcasm, he replied flatly: "It feels good." It seems that His refusal is to show me His authority today. ”

"I didn't think this kind of being would be so boring, but I didn't expect Him to really show his dominance in front of humans."

Crane sighed: "It seems that you don't like the feeling of being given authority by Him, you are right, I don't like it, no one will." ”

Unearned strength always comes at a price, and Bethel looked at him:

"If it wasn't a Colosseum, then I would have enjoyed the moment even more."

"Speaking of which, the 'Sorcerer' promotion ceremony is the murder of a demigod under the watchful eye of the audience, and in this situation I suddenly remembered again, and now we are the comedian who is going to kill each other, and the master of the mystery is the audience."

"He gave you the power to see a good show."

As he spoke, Crane straightened the hem of his clothes, and under those clothes, slippery and evil tentacles sprang out one after another.

The tentacles are engraved with complex and profound patterns, which even Bethel will feel confused and difficult to understand when they look at it, which is the evidence that the spirit of the "Lord of Mysteries" already exists in his body, and it also makes Crane's spirit fall into a half-crazy state. The tentacles pushed aside the furnishings of the Quaternary-style room, squeezing the table away, but deftly lifted the steaming cup of coffee on the table and brought it to Klein's hand. Klein lowered his head slightly and took a sip of the bitter liquid, his expression becoming more and more indistinguishable as the water vapor steamed.

"He's urging me."

Klein said, "Then let the play begin." ”

After saying this, Crane's wrist flipped slightly, and the dark liquid in the coffee cup in his hand turned into a thin line and fell to the ground. Suddenly, the pitch-black color spread over the source fort, and the liquid seemed to be endless, making this "stage" as if it had been curtained and turned into pitch black and deep, everything dissolved into the black, and only the mist could be seen floating around itself.

At the same time, behind Bethel, the symbols outlined by the bright light change rapidly, turning into layers of "doors".

Countless doors staggered and overlapped, turning into a luminous position in the black curtain that Crane had created.

The next moment, His eyes suddenly lit up.

The light and shadow changed instantly, as if someone had opened the curtains at once, and a large amount of light poured in, and the magnificent palace, mottled long tables and ornate high-backed chairs disappeared, and the influx of light brought a wonderful city.

Bethel's eyes widened slightly, and he saw that the city that appeared in front of him was very similar to "Utopia", but it was very different when he looked closely...... If you must find one of the most similar things from your memory, it is probably the ruins of Gray BC City, which has fallen silent for thousands of years or even longer, in the deep cracks of the earth on the distant Eastern Continent.

"The old city?"

The True God-level recorder immediately noticed that there was more detail here, and that it was just similar to the ruins of the old city, but the structure was completely different. However, these details blend perfectly with the whole city, which means that this is not a complete miracle, nor is it Crane's imagination, but a sight that he has seen and even experienced with his own eyes!

Bethel was silent for a moment.

Knowledgeable as Him, combined with the hints and attitudes of the ancient sun god and the demon of knowledge, he immediately understood something.

"That's where you're coming from?"

"It's completely different from the scenery of the Western Continent shown by the Demon of Knowledge, but it's very similar to the ruins before the First Age."

"Looks like you should have had another name before Klein Moretti."

No one answered Him, and the city in front of him was empty, but there was a bustling sound of people in the wind.

The sound of horns, the repeated cries of shops on both sides of the street, the footsteps of countless pedestrians, the sound of the wind slapping against the glass through the windows...... Bethel closed his eyes and felt that he should be in front of him a beautiful city full of activity and activity, but when he opened his eyes, there was no one on the street, every shop was open, and there were no goods or customers in it.

The intersection was lit up in red all the time, and countless metal containers with four wheels were parked quietly.

Bethel didn't speak for a long time, Crane knew his thoughts well, and this completely unknown city did attract him for a moment. And as the most powerful "recorder", of course, he knows that this is a kingdom of God, and it is the kind of kingdom that cannot be broken by brute force.

However, when the rules of the kingdom of God are fixed, the masters of the kingdom of God will also be restricted to a certain extent.

To put it simply, Klein must be in the middle of the city at this time, and it will not be anywhere else.

With the benefits comes the corresponding responsibility.

"Show me these things, do you want me to keep your hand on you, or do you want me to remember something in your place in the future?" Bethel muttered to himself as if he were talking to someone.

The scenes in God's kingdom are determined by Klein, and they also express his state of mind and inner thoughts. The city in front of him was completely still, and probably in Crane's mind, he was completely desperate to return here, and so the city died.

"The day I returned to the earth from the starry sky, I saw the passage of two thousand years, and I felt a little lonely and lonely in my heart for a moment."

Travelers are always accompanied by loneliness, but due to the scenery and unpredictable events, the loneliness of travel is best resolved. Only a thousand years have passed, and the vicissitudes of the world are the most silent.

How many years ago did this city exist?

How many years have passed since the first age?

The traveler, who has traveled through countless spaces and cannot even be captured by time, is silent at this moment:

"Now it seems that I should be a little ashamed."

TBC

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Then He stepped into the silent city.

However, the moment he entered the city, Bethel felt a moment of confusion in his thoughts, and after a moment, he saw that the streets that had been empty were filled with men, women, and children, dressed in clothes he had never seen before, speaking in a language he did not understand but understood, and suddenly the whole city was filled.

The four-wheeled metal objects also moved, speeding down the road, and there were people in it who controlled the direction with a roulette wheel.

"Let's go!"

Bethel was suddenly lightly bumped from the side, and a young woman with an ancient elven style looked like an ancient elf hurried past him, and said in a hurried tone, "The green lights are on, don't stand on the sidewalk and stand in the way!" ”

Bethel looked at the back of the young lady leaving, and realized that there seemed to be a lot of people around him who were looking at him, some of them were pointing at him with something like a mirror of Roussel's court, and some were pointing excitedly.

…… Bethel let the men move with a blank face, and opened the door to leave when someone wanted to approach, appearing on the roof of a tall building. Because this is Klein's kingdom of God, everything that appears here is what Klein wants him to see, the city was destroyed countless years ago, there is not a single living person here, and it is not a big deal to be observed by these secret puppets.

Bethel reached the roof and began to search for Crane's location, when suddenly, he felt something and looked up.

The sky was completely black, and countless threads hung from the sky, controlling each and every one of them. Behind the dark canopy there seemed to be a vague figure, looking at Him and smiling at Him.

And Himself is in the middle of this puppet theater.