On the mountain outside of Bayam City, a forest had lost all its vitality and was mostly buried by collapsed rock walls.

A tall and burly middle-aged man with thick dark blue hair and wearing a storm priest robe stood in mid-air, looking down, with obvious anger in his eyes.

He is the Cardinal of the Church of the Storm, Archbishop of the Rorsted Sea, Senior Deacon of the "Made-in-Punishment", and "Sea King" Yan Cotman.

At this moment, the scene of the battle just now still remained in Cotman's mind, remembering the exit of every participant:

The angel from the Rose School used some method to transmit power from a long distance. After failing to achieve his goal, he took away his seriously injured companions with relative ease. No one was willing to let him stay, except for the strange monster that appeared from nowhere. Yan Cotman remembered clearly that when the angel retracted his arm, sparse white feathers appeared on the dark and sticky surface. They grew from the top of the skull, from the three-dimensional eyes, and from various unimaginable places. All this was because the angel from the Rose School avoided the gloves with the aura of the "True Creator" and smashed a seemingly ordinary copper whistle with a little power.

After the evil and strange spirit creature entangled the angel for a while, it took the initiative to retreat into the depths of the spirit world, making it impossible for Yan Kottman to catch up;

The Aurora Saint who opened the portal did not participate in the battle. He watched with confusion for a while, picked up the glove with the aura of the "True Creator", and opened the "door" again before the battle was over.

The strange monster that came with the copper whistle had no fixed shape, just like the evolution of death itself. It was like fog, filling the surroundings, but it had many white feathers with light yellow stains. Its target was clear, that was the angel of the Rose School. After the angel escaped, it also disappeared from the scene, as if it was chasing the angel. But even so, Yan Cotman, who had already flown from the city to this area with the seal, still instinctively felt uncomfortable, as if he had suddenly moved a long way forward on the long journey to death.

The only one without divinity escaped from the area before Yann Kottmann arrived and could not be found afterwards.

However, Yann Kautman recognized him.

An adventurer who can kill a Sequence 5 "Apostle of Desire" is qualified to have his materials placed on the table of "Sea King"!

Although this was of a lesser importance, Yann Kottmann, who had gone through the "Navigator" sequence, still remembered the corresponding content.

He cast his gaze towards the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing against the island, and whispered a name:

"German Sparrow!"

…………

On a deserted island in an unknown sea, the figures of Klein and Azik quickly appeared on the edge of the beach.

Just as Klein was about to speak, the brown eyes of Azik, who was wearing a formal suit and a top hat and had a bronze complexion, suddenly became deep, as if he was connected to a dead, dark world.

He grabbed the air with his right hand, and all the underdeveloped white feathers flew out, rolled into a ball, and fell into his palm.

Azik simply squeezed them gently, and the strange feathers disappeared, as if they had become food for the dead world in his eyes.

"Mr. Azik, this was brought by the copper whistle of the Spiritual Cult!" Klein first pointed out the facts, and then explained in detail, "The situation was somewhat critical at the time. In order to make the situation more chaotic, I blew the copper whistle and gave the corresponding feather to the messenger. Then, I felt like the underworld had descended. I did not stay and quickly left the scene, but these feathers still grew on my body."

Azik, with gentle features, nodded slightly and said:

“I could sense it from a distance.

"It shouldn't be a normal High-Sequence Beyonder. I suspect it is a byproduct of the Spirit Cult's artificial death god plan."

So... So we successfully held back the Rose School angel? Klein thought with a sense of relief.

Azik glanced around and continued:

“I still have things to do, which will help me awaken more memories.

“When all is over, I will come to you again to get the ring left by the ancient god of death. My premonition tells me that it may take me to the Raging Sea or the Southern Continent.

"You'd better go to a metropolis like Backlund or Trier. In those places, the Rose School of Thought can only mobilize very limited forces and dare not act recklessly. Of course, the best choice is the headquarters of major churches such as Pasu Island, but this will bring other dangers."

Azik finally made a joke, just like a normal Loen gentleman. This life experience seemed to have left the deepest impression on him, and no matter how much of his memory he had recovered, there were obvious traces left.

If one retains his memory, decades of time won't have much impact on thousands of years, but starting from a state of forgetfulness, twenty or thirty years is enough to reshape a person... When Mr. Azik completely recovers his memory, will his different life experiences lead to different personalities? This is a really profound question. I'll have to let Miss Justice think about it and "ask" the Psychological Alchemy Society... While Klein was thinking, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mr. Azik didn't delve into the conflict between himself and the Rose School, and asked:

"Mr. Azik, what do you know about the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

Azik shook his head:

"I didn't even know He existed until I saw the letter you sent me."

Don’t know about the Mother Tree of Desire? Klein was stunned for a moment, then asked:

"What about the 'Bound God'?"

Azik shook his head again, sighed and laughed:

"In ancient times, He or They might have had another name."

That’s right. Mr. Azik began a life cycle of losing and regaining his memories at the end of the Fourth Epoch, and has been “wandering” in the Northern Continent. The Rose School of Thought was born in the Southern Continent at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch… Klein nodded and didn’t ask any more questions. Azik was busy with other things, so after giving him a few more instructions, he took him through the spirit world again, all the way to a place on the east coast of the Northern Continent, and dropped him off at the beach.

Seeing that Mr. Azik had gone far away, Klein watched the sea water rushing towards the shore for a few seconds. He did not rush to the nearby city. He directly found an uninhabited cave, arranged a simple ceremony, created a spiritual wall, and sacrificed the "Creeping Hunger", the "Death Knell" revolver, Azik's copper whistle, "Groselle's Travels", and the soil stained with Senior's blood above the gray fog.

Then, he walked four steps backwards into the mysterious space, sat in the seat belonging to The Fool, and took the small metal bottle.

Because it was stored above the gray fog, the remaining blood in the vial did not coagulate. Klein put on gloves and stuffed other items in it, then poured out a few drops and smeared them on the dark brown cover of Groselle's Travels.

Eh... after the new character joined, why didn't a new story start from the beginning... Klein looked at the book whose name had not been changed and suddenly had a question.

Before he had time to think, what he saw in front of him became blurry, and it seemed as if there were countless transparent creatures hiding around him.

Everything soon became clear, and Klein found himself sitting on a long wooden chair on the street.

This is where he left earlier.

"Is this the save and load function?" Klein joked in his mind. He took out the soil stained with Senior's blood, broke off a branch, and tried divination.

Based on the results obtained, he walked out of the city and into the nearby mountains and forests, where he found the still unconscious "Blood Admiral" at the edge of a stream.

At this time, only about ten minutes had passed since the previous battle!

The exaggerated wounds on Senior's neck, chest and abdomen have obviously shrunk, and he seems to have recovered a lot. Such vitality is totally unlike that of a human.

In another quarter of an hour or two, this "Blood Admiral" should be able to wake up, and in another hour or two, he should be able to regain normal mobility.

This is the "zombie", this is the "vengeful spirit"!

Originally, you had a chance to be rescued by the angels and demigods of your organization, but your blood just happened to splash onto Groselle's Travels, making you a "prisoner" of the book, giving me time to deal with it calmly... Of course, this allowed you to avoid the aftermath of the demigods' battle and not die on the spot. I don't know if this is lucky or unlucky... Klein muttered as he observed, holding the Death Knell tightly in one hand and reaching for Senior's neck with the other to take off the sterling silver necklace.

The necklace has a pendant of the same color that looks like an ancient coin. Both sides are covered with mysterious patterns and symbols, and are engraved with an ancient Hermetic inscription:

"How lucky you are now, how unlucky you will be later."

Is this the magical item that improves luck for the Blood Admiral? What a pity. Even a demigod can't make me luckier, so I guess it can't do that either... I'll sell it for money later, or ask the messenger if I can use it to pay off my debt... Klein didn't rush to put away the necklace. He just put it on the stone next to him.

He was afraid that there might be unknown negative effects that would affect his next actions.

Then, Klein focused on manipulating the "Spirit Thread" of the "Blood Admiral".

He wanted to make his first puppet for long-term use in order to summarize the rules of acting as the "Master of Secret Puppetry".

And there is no puppet more convenient to carry around than the "Ghost"!

One second, two seconds, three seconds, in just ten seconds, Klein completed the initial control.

Senior's spiritual intuition gave a premonition of danger, and his body showed obvious struggles, but due to his serious injuries and stagnation, he was unable to wake up.

Time passed minute by minute, and when it reached the fourth minute, Klein breathed a sigh of relief without concealing it.

At this time, Admiral of Blood, Senior, opened his eyes, stood up, faced him, and saluted with his chest in a coordinated manner:

"Good morning, sir, how can I help you?"

PS: First update, thanks to Silver Alliance for happy days~