shadow of the extraordinary world enveloped her once again.
The other members of the Tarot Club also noticed this. They exchanged glances and saw each other's expectations.
Merlin sighed softly. He was certain that he would gain this knowledge in the future, but there was no way to say whether he would be able to come back alive.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Amon couldn't help but sneer, "The Fool has no chance anyway! The Lord of Mysteries will be me, and I will bear his fate."
After saying that, he crossed his legs, looking as if it had nothing to do with him and as if he was not concerned.
Seeing this, Klein turned his head to look at the "Dreamer" Adam and asked in confusion, "Why are you showing me this?" Wouldn't it be safer to just hypnotize me and let me sleep until Amon becomes a god?
Adam's eyes were clear and his expression was gentle as he said, "Frankly speaking, if the person on the other side wasn't Amon, I would be more willing to help you become the ruler of the spirit world.
He was silent for two seconds, then looked into Adam's pale eyes. which seemed to be free of any impurities, and said, "Are you the ancient sun god?"
Amon was laughing wildly one second, but the next second his smile froze on his face.
He didn't understand how that paranoid Adam suddenly became his father.
"Let's do some science research on Amon's fathers." The space that had been silent for a long time finally spoke. What made many people happy was that it was Amon who was persecuted this time!
The ancient sun god, Sasriel, the true creator, Adam the visionary!
They are all your fathers!
(The screen displays images of four people.)
He gave birth to me!
(Switch to the Ancient Sun God)
He raised you! (Switch to Sasrir)
He hit you! (Switch to the True Creator)
He has deceived you for thousands of years!
(Switch to Adam)
Oh-oh! They are all your dads!
(The images of the four people switch quickly)
You have four dads!
You have four dads!
(The four images suddenly started to do the shoulder-shaking dance)
yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yyyyyyyy! yeah!
(The scene switches rapidly, and everyone wears sunglasses)
your father is too much!
your father is too much!
The lingering sound lingers in the air for three days. These were the words that came to Russell's mind. Since crossing over, this was the first time he had heard rap, and it was so pure and elegant.
Arianna tried to control her laughter, not to lose face in front of the goddess, but it was in vain. Someone laughed first, and then everyone burst into laughter.
"Haha, Amon, you have come to this day!"
This was Pales' gloating.
All four of Renette's heads smiled at the same time, looking quite frightening.
Sharon just covered her mouth and laughed quietly, seeming more aristocratic than Audrey.
"I told you not to bully Klein!" Azik clapped his hands, his lips curled up. "This is retribution!"
Bernadette remembered the bad taste her father had mentioned, "This should be considered a prank on Amon." She suddenly felt that this space had a similar taste to her father, and they had the same bad smell.
The Tarot Club members found themselves knowing some ancient secrets through the form of beating Amon, and then they laughed in an unkind way.
Emlyn felt that he was not the worst off one. Thinking that Amon had gained another father out of nowhere, he felt much better.
Merlin didn't try to control his expression and laughed out loud. Because he rarely had the opportunity to mock the God of Trickery, he laughed extraordinarily wildly.0
"Mr. Amon, how do you feel about your family being made up of only your father?" Anderson pointed out the essence of the matter sharply.
Admiral Sickness saw Amon clutching his monocle so tightly that he seemed about to crush it.
"Adam, you lied to me so badly!" He almost gritted his teeth, and every word came out from between his teeth.
After this incident, the atmosphere became much more lively and everyone's fear of Amon was alleviated a lot. After all, Amon was a poor child who didn't know that he had four fathers.
"In fact, your uniqueness as a thief came from Guimi"—(I dont know what it means). Logically, you still have a father. The goddess added.
Klein was silent for two seconds, then asked, "Are you going to let me just wait like this?"
"You can also choose to leave this Corpse Cathedral, but Zaratul is waiting for you at the door. In your current state, you can only become his secret puppet." Adam said without any emotion.
Klein fell silent and reinterpreted the remaining contents of the second Blasphemy Slate.
As Klein's gaze shifted downward, everyone could see other old potion formulas, as well as potion formulas from various sources. Klein listened to Adam's lecture on advanced mystical knowledge while staring at the blasphemy slate, occasionally chatting with Adam. His calmness and composure made most of the people present feel ashamed.
The members of the Tarot Club couldn't help but imagine that if Mr. Fool escaped, then the Tarot Club would have a complete potion system, more comprehensive than any other church.
Thinking of this, they couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems that the Fool does know the complete potion system. However, this is based on the premise that he is still alive. Amon hit them.
The Tarot Club members' smiles immediately fell.
When the other extraordinary people saw the potion formula they had been pursuing and dreaming of, their emotions fluctuated like looking at the answers after an exam.
In the end, they are in a very low mood because this space will erase all memories!
"It's better not to have something in the first place than to lose it later than to get it. People are always worried about gaining and losing," Russell concluded like a great philosopher. "But at this moment, we have it."
The Goddess of Night smiled and said nothing else.
The title combining the two paths of Earth and Moon is somewhat different from the "Fallen Mother Goddess." It seems that it is indeed only a part of Him... The "Son of Chaos" is not very clear. It's as if He has disappeared, and no one can understand Him deeply... Klein nodded slightly.
Outer Gods? The Old Ones? What are these beings? And one of them occupies the moon?
Doubts surged in everyone's hearts like a torrent of water, and then they looked at the two big men sitting on the left.
Feeling everyone's gaze, they looked at each other and read each other's seriousness.
Russell spoke first, "These beings are related to the end of the world, or rather, they are the ones who caused the end of the world."
"Below the level of angels, do not try to understand. Just knowing will bring pollution." The voice of the Goddess of Night was erratic.
"I rashly landed on the moon and was contaminated by the Fallen Mother Goddess, which led to my tragedy!" Russell suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of grief and regret in his tone.
"Damn it! The moon was originally silver! The Fallen Mother Goddess polluted the moon!" Russell became more and more agitated, and in the end, he almost shouted.
"Roselle, this is the world we live in..." The goddess sighed, "This is also the meaning of our existence."
Russell slumped back in his chair, staring at the gray, foggy ceiling. His gaze seemed to pierce through space, reaching the distant starry sky and the crimson moon. "Alas," he sighed.
Bernadette rarely witnessed her father's hysterical cries; she saw a soul shrouded in despair and unwillingness. "The silver moon, is this related to my hometown?" Bernadette pondered.
Merlin snapped his fingers, and a bright moon appeared beside him. "This is what the moon originally looked like..." He carefully examined the craters on the moon, overlapping his memory with reality.
The moon shone brightly, illuminating the eyes of the three. Its radiance shone, and the goddess's long, ethereal dress was dotted with twinkling stars. At this moment, the three of them had no time to explain, only to greedily admire the full moon from their homeland.
Others did not dare to disturb them and just kept speculating about the relationship between them.
It's nice to have a little follower.
"Arianna, keep telling them."
"I will do as you command."
After the war, Earl Hall had already planned his retirement. He planned to purchase a mansion in Daisy Bay, where he and Lady Catherine could enjoy the warm climate and pleasant surroundings. As for the rumors he had heard from some sources about the end of the world coming in a dozen years, he dismissed them as nonsense and took them to heart.
But when he heard the exact news from Arianna today, he felt a sense of helplessness. Observing the expressions of his family members, Earl Hall noticed that only Audrey didn't seem overly surprised. Her expression was calm and solemn, as if she understood everything.
Earl Hall saw Audrey turn and calmly converse with three women nearby, without a single awkward movement. He recognized one of them as the renowned Admiral of the Stars. They maintained the demeanor characteristic of members of the mystical world, resembling veteran mystics... no, they were all demigods, practically major figures in the mystical world! Could it be, as the spaceship claimed, that she had hunted Beyonders, that her hands were stained with blood... Earl Hall still couldn't believe Audrey had ever killed anyone.
He felt that the shock Audrey brought him was greater than the end of the world.
The Moretti siblings listened in stunned silence to Arianna's calm narration. They had thought they would never see war again. They had no idea that the mighty war was just a small appetizer. Their postwar hopes for a happy life would be shattered once again.
"Oh, tell me this is fake..." Benson muttered to himself.
The atmosphere in the space was almost stagnant, and the cruel reality made them breathless.
[No, the ancient Sun God's mystical knowledge is terrifyingly rich. worthy of being the quasi-old one...] Klein sighed. He thought for a moment and said. "So, in other words, a demigod from the Sleepless Path can switch to the Witch Path?"
Everyone looked at Leonard, who was confused. Leonard felt that he was being targeted.
"Old man, is this true?" Leonard suddenly muttered to himself.
"It's true." Pales defended the truth without hesitation. Leonard felt like he was doomed. The red gloves he wore shone brightly, his identity as a deacon of the Church of Evernight so radiant.
The air is filled with a sense of joy.
Seeing that their butler had lost hope in life, the Goddess of Night and Arianna shook their heads.
Within the foggy sea, the Dawn sailed silently through the undulating azure waves. Bernadette suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she immediately picked up an object placed nearby.
The object was golden in color, its surface engraved with indescribable mysterious symbols, resembling a miniature kettle. This was Sealed Artifact "0-05," the "Wishing Lamp."
Bernadette held the magic lamp, lowered her head slightly, and recited a name:
"The fool who does not belong to this era;
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck.
"You gave 0-05 to Bernadette?" The Evernight Goddess tilted her head to confirm with Roselle. "This is the fifth-ranked Level 0 Sealed Artifact."
"Of course, as long as it's used properly, there won't be any big problems. Russell looked at Bernadette with a smile, "This is my daughter, right, Beibei."
"Dad, I'm not a child anymore, can you please stop calling me by my nickname?" Bernadette seemed a little helpless.
"Okay, Dad will listen to you!" Emperor Roselle made the final decision.
Fors envied this father-daughter relationship. She was furious at the thought of her father abandoning her and her mother for the Southern Continent. However, as her Sequence level rose, she gradually came to terms with it.
Xio's father died under false accusations, and she deeply envied families with fatherly love. Seeing Bernadette and Russell touched a corner of her heart. The two close friends expressed their feelings simultaneously.
Merlin slapped his thigh. Sure enough, his future self had arranged 0-05 as a backup plan. It could be said that this narrow escape was almost certain. The only variable was the attitude of the Genie of the Lamp.
Amon obviously knew the origins of the Djinn, and seeing this, he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He saw the Fool break free from the cage and a sarcastic laugh.
Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace, beside the Fool's chair, a "prayer point of light" expanded, emanating circles of light. It was as if the curtains in a confined room were suddenly drawn back, letting in sunlight that pierced the eyes of the "sleeper." The worm vortex, which had been quiet, became frantic once more, waving its slippery, strange tentacles.
Just as everyone was about to see the subsequent content, the video suddenly switched.
Blue Mountain Island, in a primeval forest.
Well-prepared, Verdu Abraham feared that holding the ceremony outside the city would be discovered by official Beyonders, so he used the seal to "teleport" out of Bayam and arrived at this remote place.
"The great god of war;
"A symbol of iron and blood;
"The Lord of Turmoil and Strife"
"Verdu!" Fors couldn't help but exclaim. She clearly remembered Verdu once asking her how to free Mr. Men. "Oh no! He's going to bring Mr. Door back to reality!" Fors suddenly realized something. "Someone must stop him!"
"Don't be impatient. Although Medici loves chaos, he is not stupid enough to let the end of the world come early." Will said in a baby voice while lying in the stroller, which formed a great contrast.
Will is one of the angels with the least presence, but because of his childlike appearance, he frequently attracts the attention of ladies.
"We will stop Him," said the Goddess of Night.
"Humph, Medici is still so naive!" Amon said disdainfully.
"Great God of War, how can I get my ancestor, Mr. Bethel Abraham, to return to the real world?"
"A ritual, a ritual to sacrifice a trickster, a secret mage, and a parasite. You should have known it by now." The fire giant said in a low and majestic voice.
Fors's face suddenly turned pale. She happened to be a mystic, a student of the Abraham family. It wasn't impossible that Verdu had recruited helpers, kidnapped her, and used her as a sacrifice! Mr. Fool had warned her to be wary of the extremists in the Abraham family!
When the others came to their senses and thought of this possibility, they looked at Fors as if he were a dead person!Mr. Fool will protect you!" Audrey immediately tried to comfort her friend, but it backfired.
"No! No! Mr. Fool is busy taking care of himself, how can he spare a hand to save me! Fors was sweating profusely and trembling non-stop. Her fingernails were practically digging into the table.
She kept threatening herself with things like, "Space says this week will change the fate of many people," and "I don't want to die yet!"
The members of the Tarot Club looked at her with concern, but were at a loss as to what to do. The angels under the Fool's seat also seemed nervous. They quietly discussed the possibility of this incident and concluded that the Tarot Club might be reduced in number.
Merlin felt that he was the most negligent fool. Of course, he was worried about Fors's safety. He was not mentally prepared to lose a member, and perhaps he never would be.
Although Miss Fors was a bit lazy and delayed his manuscript several times, there was no doubt that she did not deserve the fate of being sacrificed. Her death was meaningless.
Merlin tried to divine whether Fors had escaped, but when he realized that he couldn't even know his own fate, he gave up. He was extremely anxious, and the feeling of powerlessness over fate once again dominated his emotions.
This is a bird with a deformed head. Each of its feathers sparkles with a faint starlight, and there are insect-like rays of light on its body that sometimes penetrate and sometimes diffuse.
Fors seemed to have seen the most beautiful thing. She collapsed onto the table, gasping for breath without any grace.
The others also breathed a sigh of relief.
This is a crow that has fainted. Of course, it only looks like a crow. There is a black circle around its right eye, and every feather on its body is almost transparent, with rings on it.
"Amon, you use your real body?" The Goddess of Night did not expect Amon to be so bold.
"Otherwise, how can we guarantee the success of the plan?"
"Your plan is to use Mr. Door's apotheosis ritual to become a god, then kill the Fool and seize Sefirah Castle."
"You guessed right." Amon showed no sign of panic at having his plan exposed. "I'm going to give Him a good beating. Aren't you curious about how I'm going to do it?"
The goddess paused for two seconds, "You really are looking for excitement."
Merlin felt a surge of panic.
"Don't think the Fool will agree to your request. He is a man of principle. Oh no, God."
Russell successfully led the building astray.
"What a good plan, Amon!" The goddess straightened the building again.
"Same to you," Amon replied.
Everyone was so excited that their hearts were filled with fear. This content was too exciting.
Alger was horrified. "Do the gods discuss this kind of thing all day long?" He then told himself to forget about it and preserve the last bit of dignity for the Fool.
The Moretti siblings looked at Amon with disbelief, as if he were a pervert.
"You... you actually have such thoughts about Klein!" Melissa was a lady after all, and her face immediately turned red.
"Have you ever done this to Klein? You're such a pervert!" Benson felt a little better, but he hadn't uttered the word yet.
They looked so brave as they stood up to seek justice for Klein, which made the members of the Tarot Club feel ashamed.
"¡Abnormal!"
"Don't touch our Mr. Fool!"
"stop!"
"Defend the dignity of the Tarot Club to the death!"
"Mr. Fool will definitely give you a good beating."
"Your Error's uniqueness will ultimately belong to The Fool!"
"Long live Mr. Fool, long live the Tarot Club!"
The audience on the left was suddenly excited. They shouted slogans and denounced Amon in anger, which moved the Moretti brothers and sisters.
"Don't be afraid. We in the Tarot Club will serve you just as we served Mr. Fool!" Derrick patted his chest and promised loudly.
"Although Mr. Fool is not here, we will definitely be able to protect his family and uphold his dignity." Audrey began to comfort the Moretti siblings.
"Xiao Zhou, do you have leadership talent? I wonder why the Tarot Club supports you so enthusiastically." Russell watched with interest as a pair of red gloves waved in the air.
"It's not that difficult actually. All we need is someone who can use their imagination and one or two people who can set the pace..." Merlin said lightly, as if it was nothing.
"You're really bad at poaching people. You even poached my butler."
Merlin had nothing to say and smiled awkwardly.
The people on the right look on in amazement as the Tarot Club members defend the Fool's rights.
"Have you read the Fool's Book? Logically speaking, we are also members of the Tarot Club..."
"I've seen it... but... we... need to be... moderate."
"Is there any connection between activism and moderation?"
"Protect...your rights...with restraint."
"Gehrman actually maintains this kind of relationship with Amon!"
"Bullshit! I don't believe it! Gehrman would rather die than live like this."
"Gehrman even wore women's clothes!"
"Is it true or false?"
"He pretended to be Elaine and tried to assassinate me! But now, I'm trying to hide as far away as possible."
"Does the Fool really wear women's clothing?"
"From what I understand, that's true, Ms. Arianna."
"Can everyone please focus on watching the movie?" A voice from the space sounded,
stopping the farce in time.
Above the gray fog, within the ancient palace, the "prayer light" representing Bernadette,
unanswered, continued to expand and contract, its halo spreading. This stimulated the vortex of transparent worms, which frantically waved its slippery tentacles, lashing at that location. After repeated misses, one of its tentacles finally touched the correct "prayer light."
Bernadette immediately lowered her head and looked at the "Wishing Magic Lamp" in her hand, only to see the wick at the mouth of the pot burning on its own.
Azik looked at the crazy pile of worms and didn't know what to comment.
There's even this kind of operation! Even if it's out of control, you can still play with it! Watching the tentacles reach for the prayer light again and again, it's inexplicably funny?
Strange knowledge has been added.
At this moment, a strange light gate composed of countless light balls appeared above the already disintegrated Fool's chair. It loomed.
casting a brilliant light, and outlining a complex symbol in the air.
The next second, Klein's voice emanated from the symbol representing "The Fool": "Genie, I want to make a deal with you."
"The two wishes I need can be fulfilled by you now."
Merlin looked as steady as a rock, but after he had reached an agreement with the genie, he heaved a sigh of relief.
The Tarot Club members stared intently at the scene, their hearts twitching as the Fool and the Genie engaged in repeated confrontations. They clenched their fists, leaned forward, as if in combat. When the dust settled, they simultaneously relaxed and leaned back. Touching their backs, they found they were soaked.
In Bayam, within that primeval forest, Verdu, his mind agitated by both internal and external factors, wasted no time. Following the instructions of the "God of War," he remodeled the altar, engraving it with the correct symbols, magical signs, and strange patterns.
"The Great Gate of Ten Thousand Doors;
"The guide of the endless starry sky;
"The key to all mystical worlds.
"I beg you to respond, to come into this world..."
Those light balls rose up quickly and formed a huge arm, an arm that had difficulty passing through the "Gate of Flesh and Blood".
This clearly non-human arm pressed against the altar, pushing outward with such force that the entire "Flesh and Blood Gate," even the entire forest and the entire island, shook like an earthquake. Verdu watched this scene with delight, then his vision suddenly blurred.
His body collapsed, his flesh and blood completely crumbling. At this time, the arm finally squeezed through the "flesh and blood door" and began to try to pull out the remaining part.
"This is not what Bethel intended! The Goddess of Night shook her head with a complicated expression.
"After Bethel discovered he was contaminated, he asked Leodoro and I to seal him within the starry sky to eliminate any hidden dangers."
"His descendants inherited his bravery and fanaticism. In order to restore the glory of Abraham's family, they released him against his will! What a great irony!"
The Goddess of Night continued to reminisce about the most powerful Angel King with a tone full of regret.
"Everyone thought Bethel's full moon mutterings were a cry for help, but in reality, he was saying, 'Don't save me! He would rather let his family decline than escape his predicament, causing harm to the real world."
"Abraham and his people have made great sacrifices," Amon continued. It was the first time anyone saw him so serious. "Abraham, a family of loyal heroes."
Everyone present suddenly felt respect for Mr. Door, even though some of them had been completely unaware of Him just a few minutes ago.
"Let's toast to Abraham! Cheers to this loyal and brave Mr. Door!" Russell suggested. After that, he made the space materialize a gorgeous wine glass filled with mellow wine, and raised it first.
As a student of the Abraham family, Fors knew best the sacrifices made by the Abraham family. She was the second to raise her glass. The glass was heavy, the Abraham family's loyalty and bravery brewing this fine wine. In the reflection of the wine, she saw Dorian's face, the faces of the other Abrahams, and Mr. Men's face. An endless stream of emotion suddenly welled up in her heart. History and reality merged. She seemed to see Mr. Men, wandering through the brilliant stars, looking back at Earth, the homeland he cherished most!
Amon, the goddess, Merlin, Will, the Moretti brothers and sisters, Vice Admiral Iceberg and all the other personnel stood up, raised their glasses, clinked them in the air, and drank them in one gulp.
"To Mr. Door! To the great Gate of Ten Thousand Gates, the guide to the endless starry sky; the key to all mysterious worlds!"
"He lived for freedom and died for loyalty!"
Every door in the city, located in different places, opened automatically at that moment.
"This..." Alger turned his head to look at the forest outside the city, which seemed to be the source of the anomaly. Bang!
The moment the door opened. Derrick, who had long since woken up from the earthquake in New Silver City, frowned. Clang! Clang! Clang! In cities like Backlund, Trier, and Saint Miron, everything that could be called a door opened.
This is the power of the most powerful angel king Mr. Door!
"It is indeed the Gate of Ten Thousand Doors."
"What a fitting name." Whispers echoed in the space.
"Ah! Mr. Door's swan song! An echo from the Quaternary!" Leonard had at least read
Russell's Poems, so it was somewhat helpful. He expressed his feelings through chanting, and it suddenly became poetic.
Derrick and Alger perked up when they saw themselves appear on the screen.
Screen switching
Okay, deal done. After I fulfill your two wishes, you must deliver the wishing lamp to the starry sky before the end of the year 1368 of this era. The genie's voice gradually became solemn and dignified, as if he were proclaiming a law.
"First wish: to have the two wishes Bernadette Gustave previously made count for me. This should be easy for you."
"As expected, you're trying to use the rule that bad things happen to those who make the third wish to overcome your current predicament. That's right, this is based on my own personality. I will satisfy you and let you die in agony."
"Second wish: Let my Utopia be born in the corresponding area of the spiritual world. This does not involve sequence advancement, nor does it have anything to do with higher-level Beyonder characteristics. You can definitely do it."
The pale golden figure of the "Lamp Genie" shook his head and said with a smile, "Your wish will be granted."
Our understanding of the cunningness of the Fool has reached a new level.
"The Fool should have discussed this with me. After all, I know the Wishing Lamp best. Russell openly revealed his close relationship with the Fool.
"Actually, due to the rush of time, the plan we came up with isn't the optimal solution. The optimal solution should include an additional description, allowing the first wish to be recorded only in the name of the Fool, or adding an extra wish between the first and second wishes to transfer the ownership of the Wishing Lamp to the Fool.
After the Fool's death, the ownership will be cleared, and the Wishing Lamp will return to Bernadette. Russell spoke incessantly, not noticing the changes in everyone's expressions.
"Hey, Russell, I didn't expect you to be so cunning. The Goddess of Night teased him.
"Don't forget my path. I am the Black Emperor, the master of bending the rules. Before this, I was the Emperor of Knowledge, wise and intelligent!"
"..." The goddess was speechless for a moment. After a long while, she managed to utter, "The fool plucks my wool, and you pluck the wool of the lamp god. You two can compete to see who plucks more wool."
Bernadette almost wanted to cover her face with her hands. How could her father become like this after not seeing him for a hundred years?
The Tarot Club members were shocked at how skilled Russell was at taking advantage of others. Yes, they even learned a new word - taking advantage of others.
Others also said that they had learned something remarkable and expressed their gratitude to Russell for his guidance.
"It seems the goddess holds a deep grudge against me for fleecing her. I must tell her that I will immediately go fetch the River of Eternal Darkness after I'm done with this."
Inside the Corpse Cathedral.
Klein touched the blood-stained cross on his chest, seemingly considering how to get it out.
Before he finished speaking, a large amount of bright red blood suddenly flowed from Klein's head. However, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Klein smiled at Him as his head cracked open inch by inch. The same trend then spread to his body, causing him to collapse into a pool of blood. Within the blood, items like shirts and jackets floated, along with the blood-stained cross and an ancient mirror. Within the Corpse Cathedral, in the divine kingdom of Adam the Visionary, Klein died in such a mysterious way.
Even though they knew this was Klein's way of escaping, the Moretti siblings were still horrified.
Not only because it was Klein, but also because his death was so horrific. Who could witness the tragic death of a loved one and remain indifferent?
Merlin's lips curled up slightly, the same arc as on the screen. To him, this was a war that had to be won!
"I've been seriously injured before, but I've never died." The Night Goddess sincerely admired the Fool's ruthlessness towards himself.
"I died once, but it wasn't this painful." Emperor Roselle continued.
Bernadette looked at the Fool's tragic death, and a chill ran through her heart. If she ignored the rules and made a third wish... she didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Amon let out a heavy breath, revealing a strong sense of unwillingness and regret. "I really miscalculated."
*Fuck!" Emperor Roselle suddenly realized something. "The Fool actually succeeded in vain! He's really capable!"
The Tarot Club was stunned for a few seconds, then cheered and applauded collectively.
The angels under the Fool also looked delighted. The happiest one was Azik, whose student had successfully escaped the clutches of the ancient sun god and his son, taking away a great deal of knowledge along the way.
The Earl Hall family, who are out of tune with the surrounding area, have been trying to integrate into the group.
The Countess noticed the Moretti siblings sitting next to them and tried to talk to them.
Alfred attempts to communicate with Azik, the Fool's teacher, and is surprised to find him quite gentle. When Alfred discusses his sister, who secretly joined the Tarot Club and became a demigod, Azik tells him sincerely, "Children will eventually grow up."
"Before Klein opened the door to the extraordinary world, he was a hardworking history student, and I was his mentor. After being involved in an extraordinary incident, I gradually became his teacher of mysticism. He helped me recover many memories. Due to some reasons, I fell into a deep sleep and just woke up. Azik paused, looking at the vicissitudes of life.
"I didn't expect Klein to have grown so much and shoulder so much pressure. I regret not participating in his growth. Perhaps I could have helped share some of the burden."
Mr. Azik rubbed his temples and seemed a little sleepy
"I can sense that Klein's efforts to improve his Sequence are not only driven by a pursuit of power and freedom from the constraints of fate, but also a desire to become a guardian and protect his beloved. Similarly, Miss Audrey's becoming a demigod should also be based on this reason."
"The end is near. Since we have this opportunity, why not seize it?"
"You are such a kind angel. You don't look cold at all. Earl Hall praised sincerely. In his impression, angels served on both sides of the throne, high above.
"I've had many lives, and they gave me my humanity."
At this moment, ethereal, fine "spiritual threads" suddenly rose from the frozen Utopia Marionettes, rapidly drifting towards an infinitely high altitude. They instantly came to life, turning in unison to gaze at Zaratul and the historical projections of Xio. Their eyes gleamed brightly in the darkness.
"Leodoro!"
If there is another opportunity later, Klein intends to let the marionettes continue to shout "Aucuses" and "Herabergen"!
Before Zaratul took that step, lightning bolts of different colors suddenly leaped out from the night sky one after another. They bared their fangs and claws, they expanded wantonly, and they seemed to cover the entire sky in a sea of thunder.
Rumble! Before the deafening sound spread, the lightning fell on Utopia like a rainstorm.
Despite having heard this before, Arianna still felt a strange feeling. On the one hand, she marveled at Klein's audacity, but on the other, she felt it had great practical value. She couldn't help but look at the goddess, observing her reaction.
"Leodoro's looking for trouble again... and Oseikus and Herabergen!" The Evernight Goddess gave me a look I knew for sure. "I declare the Fool the winner of this wool-pulling competition!"
"I'll chop you to death, Zaratul!" Russell seemed to be in a very good mood, with his mustache slightly raised.