Chapter 748 Backtracking
An angel king actually appeared in this dusty city, and judging by his actions, he seemed to be preventing us from leaving?
Angel's head buzzed and she could hardly think. She instinctively floated into the air, and the "Reaper Legion" contained in her body fell out from under her body. Ten mini dolls strung together collided with each other in the air and fell down. As soon as they landed on the ground, they would turn into ten soldiers nearly two meters tall, wearing heavy armor and armed with different weapons, fighting for their owners.
Klein's movements were even more dramatic, but he didn't raise the "Word of the Sea" to point at the Ouroboros with their wings spread out behind him, nor did he command his marionettes to attract their attention. Instead, he silently expanded, allowing the "Tyrant" figure, clad in robes and a triple crown, to cover the two marionettes beside him, as well as the corpse of the "Spiritual Plunderer," which had not yet developed Beyonder characteristics.
"Wake up!"
The face beneath his crown roared as he told Angel how to escape, and then took the initiative to demonstrate:
His figure, along with Enzo and Ludville wrapped in his body, as well as various magical items and the foam-like remains of the "Spirit Plunderer", disappeared together.
Wake up... By the way, I am sleepwalking, not physically here!
Angel instantly grasped Klein's warning and sank down, instantly absorbing the remaining puppets. At the same time, he mentally issued a command to his own body, Tetnik, far away on the outskirts of the East Balam Ancient Forest:
wake up!
The next second, she suddenly opened her eyes.
What was before his eyes was no longer the mist-shrouded sky above the city, nor the winged, indifferent "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros, but a ceiling made of pieces of solid wood spliced together from nearby materials.
She returned to the hotel in Tetnik City.
Huh—with a long sigh, Angel realized that she had been lying on her back on the ground when she woke up because she subconsciously moved away from Ouroboros. After quickly getting up from the floor, she found that about two-thirds of the ritual candles arranged around her had burned down. In the enclosed space, the rich and somewhat pungent smell of sandalwood, essential oils and hydrosols made her feel nostalgic. The "Witch" card, the Reaper Legion puppet and the "Iron Knight" trait that appeared beside her made her feel relieved.
Fortunately, the person returned and nothing was left behind... She felt a little happy in her heart, because she had already succeeded. Klein, who was more experienced and returned earlier, must have also brought the remains of the "Spirit Plunderer" out of Calderon. With it, it meant the success of this operation.
So...why hasn't he woken up yet?
Muttering to himself, Angel removed the spiritual wall, tiptoed open the bedroom door, and walked towards the room on the other side where Klein was.
…
Above the gray fog, Klein's figure appeared on the high-back chair belonging to The Fool.
He sat slumped in a completely ungraceful manner, threw the "Tyrant", which had returned to the size of a palm, back onto the table, and slapped himself on the head. He then threw the "Word of the Sea", which was now as quiet as a chicken, back into the pile of debris behind him along with the "Creeping Hunger".
Give me some reflection!
He thought bitterly.
If Klein still didn't understand how the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros appeared at this moment, then even his brain had been occupied by the "Tyrant" card.
There was no doubt that the evil god had heard the full name of the True Creator chanted by Creeping Hunger. Even though it was only using the most common Hermetic language and required a ritual to be effective, in the strange city of Calderon, anything strange could happen...
After hearing the praise, the True Creator noticed Klein and, curiously, dispatched Ouroboros, the Angel of Destiny, who had close ties to the Aurora Society and was likely a follower of His. He entered the spirit world at top speed, rushed to Calderon, and blocked the entrance... If Angel and I had gone there in our physical bodies instead of in spirit form, we would probably be stuck now...
He thought with some fear, and without much delay, returned to reality from the gray fog and appeared in the bedroom of the hotel suite.
Using a pre-prepared ritual, he brought the two marionettes above the gray fog back to the real world. Just as Klein was about to push open the door, he heard rustling footsteps behind it.
His mid-Sequence "Fortune Teller" sense immediately formed a mental image of Angel creeping closer. Of course, this was because she wasn't hiding herself; otherwise, it would have been practically impossible for a Sequence 5 "Puppet Master" to sense a demigod-level witch...
Klein chuckled and took the initiative to open the door to greet him.
Both of them immediately saw the other's relief and drooping shoulders.
I always feel that the black dress that reached her body and the bare feet looked much better than this outfit that was easy to move in... Hmm, could I let her wear it like that all the time... Klein muttered to himself. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that Angel's expression in front of him was touched.
No, that wasn't a change in her expression, but... was she repeating her previous expression?
Klein looked at Angel in surprise, only to find that his relaxed expression had become solemn again. His shoulders swayed, and he tiptoed as he walked backwards back to the bedroom. He then gently closed the door and disappeared from his sight.
No...no!
As if sensing something, Klein activated Flame Flash without hesitation, appearing in the bedroom separated by a wall.
In front of him, Angel sat down again, surrounded by candles and a makeshift altar, and lay back on the carpet. Then he suddenly raised his upper body and resumed his kneeling position.
But her expression had become indifferent, her eyes were slightly closed, her face was facing upwards, and she was no longer moving.
Angel has re-entered "artificial sleepwalking".
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After recovering from his brief trance, Angel suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in front of a thin mist again, a group of dilapidated buildings, a gray and white surging pit under his feet, and above his head...
Her wings covered the sky, her silver hair moved without wind, and circular rivers flowed in her eyes, reflecting her figure in a black dress and a crown on her head, as well as the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros in the surrounding "City of the Dead" buildings!
Beside Him, fist-sized hailstones flew upwards and turned into clouds above the city; under His feet, souls of various shapes and forms resurrected from death and retreated backwards to their hiding places.
Only the white-robed "Spirit Plunderer" did not reappear. Of course, the same was true for its "Tyrant" Klein and his two secret marionettes.
A hint of doubt flashed across Ouroboros's silver-white eyes, but he did not make any further movements. The ice mist beside Angel and the souls below her were all as if paused, stagnating in mid-air.
Was it He who "pulled" me back to Calderon from the Tetnik Hotel? Or was it in the spirit state of a "witch"... No, this wasn't a spatial shift, but a reversal of time. Is this the ability of "Monster" Path Sequence 1, "Snake of Fate"?
Angel was so nervous she couldn't move, but thoughts kept racing through her mind. She recalled an experience Mr. Sun had told her about, a reincarnation incident he and the Silver City expedition had encountered in the ruins of the True Creator.
After analysis by the Tarot Club, it was concluded that the "power of destiny" that enveloped them originated from the "Angel of Destiny" in front of them. That power kept the entire expedition team trapped in the cycle of exploration until the "Sun" found a way to break the cycle and escape.
During that process, several days passed at a normal speed in the outside world, which means that "time reversal" only works in specific places. But now, this power enveloped Calderon and brought Angel, who had already left, back to the origin of time where he still stayed!
Fortunately, Klein didn't seem to be affected by Him and didn't return here. Was it because he borrowed the power of Mr. Fool, and Ouroboros couldn't influence that god?
Angel glanced around and immediately confirmed this, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.
After Klein noticed my "backflow" movement, he should have guessed that my spirit had returned here. He also knew the problem "Sun" was facing and could deduce that he needed to rely on Mr. Fool's power. As long as I could hold on for a while, I would be rescued... and the best way to buy time was to communicate...
"You..." Angel hesitated for a moment, then used the honorific, "...why did you bring me back here?"
As if he had just noticed her, Ouroboros's gentle, indifferent face turned an angle, and his silver-white eyes reflected the black dress again. Angel found that the rushing river in his eyes had now frozen, which made her guess the connection between the city next to him, which was also frozen, and this appearance.
"My target this time is not you."
He replied calmly, his voice soft but lacking the necessary emotion.
If it's not me, could it be Klein... No, Klein said that the "Monster" path can reveal his uniqueness. And the one in front of me is none other than the Angel King, who stands at the top of the path where no gods have yet appeared. He uses the ability to rewind time, and his primary target must be Klein... Angel realized something and nodded exaggeratedly. He slowed down his tone, stalling for time and asking:
"Two months ago, I was helped by your power. Regardless of your purpose, I sincerely thank you."
As she spoke, she lifted the hem of her skirt slightly in the air, bent down slightly, and saluted.
The "Angel of Destiny" still did not show any change in expression, as if he was watching some botched performance.
...And I can't act anymore, Klein, hurry up... Angel thought anxiously, feeling the urge to recite the Fool's honorable name in front of Ouroboros. Of course, the True Creator has been searching for the Fool and His followers. As soon as Angel opened his mouth, the Angel King's "target" might really be her.
As she waited for Klein, racking her brains for a topic, yet worried about angering the True Creator believer in front of her, Ouroboros finally spoke again:
"That was only a trivial help. The change in your trajectory in the long river of fate was not caused by me."
This answer, comparable to the charlatan answer of Will Auceptin, the "Snake of Fate," made Angel's head swell. She wanted to delay it a little longer, but she couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Who made that?"
This time, Ouroboros was silent for longer than all the previous times combined.
Just when Angel thought he didn't know how to respond, the silver-haired and silver-eyed Angel King's mouth twitched, and it actually turned up slightly, revealing a hint of a smile:
"You can leave now."
What?
Angel couldn't believe her ears. She opened her mouth, wanting to confirm, but worried about disobeying the Angel King. After a moment, she nodded obediently, closed her eyes, and left the "dream"...
Um, why are you still here?
She opened her eyes and found that the silver angel was still in front of her.
"Excuse me……"
Angel had just uttered two syllables when his eyes blurred. The city of Calderon and the "Angel of Destiny" in his sight disappeared without a trace, and were replaced by green grass and long city walls.
She came to the world of Groselle's Travels.
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