I wonder which subsequent Sequence the ability displayed through the paper angel just now belongs to?
As I pondered, the starlight covering the city suddenly became unstable, and one by one, extremely disharmonious golden stars appeared, then quickly extinguished.
The commotion above made Emlyn instinctively shrink his body and quickly follow "The World" Gehrman Sparrow ahead.
After walking for a few minutes, Klein suddenly stopped, observing his surroundings, then pondered:
"We are isolated by this city. If we don't interact with this city, we won't even be able to leave our original spot."
"...Ah? Haven't we already walked quite a distance?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment, blurting out the question.
When he looked ahead again, the surrounding scenery had, at some point, returned from the street entrance to their original location.
Emlyn swallowed, moving a little closer to Klein, and said:
"What's going on? Haven't we already escaped the illusion from before?"
Klein maintained Gehrman Sparrow's indifferent tone, chuckling:
"You thought all that just now was an illusion?"
"Wasn't it?" Emlyn replied with some hesitation.
"The anomaly here should originate from a High-Sequence item of the Justiciar Pathway. That thing can strangely divide space and power."
"What we encountered just now should all be dangers hidden somewhere in this city."
While speaking, Klein constantly observed his surroundings, trying to discover some Concealment details or clues.
Emlyn followed his gaze and also began to look around. At one point, he inexplicably felt that this city had become even more uncoordinated, seemingly revealing disharmony and asymmetry everywhere.
Swallowing, he said with some fear:
"Have you noticed this city changing?"
"Mhm." Klein nodded. After a second, he continued, "It should be the Mr. Tower confronting this city on some level. What we see are just some aftershocks caused by them."
"So what do we do now?" Emlyn asked with some worry.
Klein replied calmly: "Pray."
...Pray?
Emlyn was stunned for a moment, then, remembering something, he immediately closed his eyes and began to pray to Mr. Fool.
This time, Emlyn's prayer did not echo in Klein's ears, and everything around him remained unchanged.
Indeed, the Specter Empire's connection with the outside world has been completely severed. Is it because they think I have the ability to resolve the remaining dangers here?
As he pondered, Klein saw clear starlight fall from mid-air, miraculously forming a transparent, brilliant long bridge in front of him and Emlyn.
Klein looked up at the Cosmos that was still flickering and shaking above, and suddenly asked:
"It seems you've gained the upper hand?"
Without waiting for a response, he stepped onto the long bridge woven from starlight and walked forward quickly.
Emlyn hesitated for a moment behind him, then also stepped onto the bridge.
Following the transparent long bridge into mid-air, and standing above all the buildings, Klein suddenly discovered that this city was a giant emblem, seemingly strictly symmetrical, but with subtle, uncoordinated missing or superfluous parts.
Behind Klein, Emlyn also noticed the layout of the city below and said with some hesitation:
"This doesn't seem to be the emblem of any church, Hidden organization, or Angel family. It's somewhat similar to the symbol of the Trunsoest Empire, but not quite the same."
"Their original appearance might have been the symbol of the Trunsoest Empire. However, an accident occurred later, and the Night Emperor's remaining resurrection plan and arrangements were affected or even corrupted, which is why it transformed into the current Specter Empire."
As he spoke, Klein took a few more steps forward. The surrounding space became chaotic; despite being only three to five steps apart, he and Emlyn were now hundreds of meters away, and even their directions had changed.
Noticing something was wrong, Klein quickly stopped. I was clearly walking forward, how could this be?
He and Emlyn, who was about a hundred meters to his right, stared at each other for a moment. He suddenly looked back behind him, and Emlyn was just a few steps behind him, looking blankly to the left.
This, this city's basic concepts of direction, distance, etc., are all chaotic. No wonder we couldn't even leave our original spot, even though we were supposedly free from the influence earlier.
Only on this starlight long bridge, protected by power of the same level, could they avoid getting lost in this city.
As he pondered, Klein noticed that parts of the starlight long bridge beneath him and Emlyn had already been covered by shadows.
As long as I use a subjective thought, or an unintentional glance, does it count as interacting with this city? It's a bit like the distortion and magnification of the Black Emperor Pathway.
Stopping the diverging thoughts in his mind, Klein looked at Emlyn behind him and said:
"Walk straight forward. Try not to look, and don't think about anything related to this city."
"I understand."
Emlyn nodded. He also realized that the distance between him and Mr. World had never actually changed; everything was an illusion imposed by this city.
Think of something else, don't think about this city anymore, or I'll be unknowingly affected again. 30 grams of gold-rimmed sunflower powder, 10 milliliters of spring water from Sonia Island's Golden Spring, two drops of rosemary essential oil.
To prevent himself from subconsciously observing and thinking about things related to this city, Emlyn simply recited the potion formulas he knew in his mind to distract himself.
Klein and Emlyn walked one after another on the translucent starlight long bridge. Behind them, shadows filled with distortion and chaos slowly encroached upon the starlight long bridge.
After walking forward for nearly half an hour, Klein and Emlyn finally arrived at the center of this city.
Emlyn looked at the majestic iron-black palace ahead and subconsciously said, "This palace truly resembles an ancient, grand 'Throne'."
Klein was stunned for a moment, an ominous premonition welling up in his heart.
The next second, his feet gave way, and he fell directly. The transparent long bridge woven from faint starlight had been completely covered by shadows without them noticing.
A layer of fine scales emerged on the glove Klein wore on his right hand. His eyes turned azure, and a howling gale suddenly swept around him.
Under his manipulation, the gale swirled in mid-air, attempting to lift his and Emlyn's bodies.
The next second, the howling wind became chaotic, no longer under Klein's control, and roared away in all directions.
Klein was stunned, not expecting that Beyonder abilities used in this city would also mutate. He could only look up at the brilliant Cosmos for help.
Emlyn adjusted his posture in mid-air, and a dense black mist emanated from his back, forming a pair of illusory bat wings, granting him temporary flight.
He originally wanted to get closer and catch Klein, but found that the harder he tried, the further away he got.
Klein also noticed this and shook his head at Emlyn with some helplessness. He once again used the souls grazed within Creeping Hunger to create a gust of wind around him, supporting his falling body.
In less than two seconds, the howling wind around him became chaotic again, surging away in various directions.
The moment he was about to land, a "Door" woven from starlight outlined itself, directly teleporting Klein into the interior of the palace in the city center that resembled a Throne.
At the same time, a blurry light and shadow appeared on that iron-black "Throne." Its body was extremely indistinct, showing only a faint golden human outline, but the golden crown it wore was very clear.
The moment the golden light and shadow appeared, the starlight covering the sky suddenly poured down large swaths of "light..." composed of a torrent of information as vast and terrifying as a flood, in an illusory form, falling like a waterfall.
These "lights" wove together to form an equally tall figure wearing a hooded black robe. Beneath the hood, there was no face, no flesh, only a slowly rotating mass of stardust, like a cold, indifferent eye.
Beneath the black robe, the exposed arms were dry and slender, completely dark, inscribed with complex and three-dimensional mystical symbols, interwoven to form patterns of eyes.
Emlyn, flying in mid-air relying on "Darkness Wings..." fell into a daze the moment the golden light and shadow appeared on the iron-black "Throne."
The bat wings formed by the dense black mist behind him instantly dispersed, and his body mutated uncontrollably, falling downwards.
Leyton, who had greatly enlarged his body, swiped his left index finger in mid-air, and faint blue stardust spilled out, quickly enveloping Emlyn's body, transforming him into a state of information flow, and sending him into the Cosmos above.
Having done all this, he turned to gaze at the faint golden human figure opposite him, wearing a magnificent crown made of gold and inlaid with numerous gems. Wisps of black mist continuously emanated from his body, giving rise to eyes that flickered with pure light, appearing quite sacred, extremely rational, and cold.
Around him, faint golden chains representing order and rules also emerged, constantly intertwining around him, attempting to construct a strict and tight system of rules with no loopholes, to completely destroy things that did not belong here.
Leyton looked at the golden light and shadow opposite him, which seemed to have no self, and chuckled:
"You should already possess basic intelligence. Aren't you in a hurry? The arrangements in this palace cannot block the aura of Sefirah Castle."
As he spoke, the eyes that emerged around him stared unblinkingly at the constantly intertwining faint golden chains, quickly analyzing the surrounding rules, and calculating the imprecision and weak points of the constantly modified rules and order around them.