The road formed by dusk seemed unable to support anything, but after Amon and Klein landed on it, they did not continue to fall, as if they were walking on the ground.
This time, Amon did not gain distance. He "led" Klein step by step towards the magnificent projection of the "Giant King's Court", looking around from time to time to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
Walking above the sea of clouds, stepping on the dusk bridge, and gazing at the mythical palace in the distance should have been a pleasant and relaxing experience, but Klein seemed to be walking into the "abyss" step by step. The more he struggled, the deeper he fell.
Once he entered the "God-forsaken Land", many of the things he relied on were no longer useful.
Not long after, Amon and Klein arrived at the projection of the Giant King's Court and stood in front of the tallest building.
This building has a spire on one side and a round tower on the other. The main entrance is more than ten meters high. It is mainly gray-blue in color and covered with symmetrical symbols, logos and patterns. It is the residence of the Giant King and the place where the "Dark Angel" Sasriel sleeps.
Klein glanced at the dark hole on the left side of the door and was roughly sure that the door in his dream could be opened without a key, otherwise the previous believers of the "True Creator" would not have been able to pass through. After all, at that time, the correct key was in the collection room of "Vice Admiral Iceberg".
"Next, we just need to push open this door and we can enter the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods', but we will definitely be watched." Amon smiled, took a few steps sideways, and came to the edge of the gate. "Let's not open the door, but go straight through."
As he spoke, the "Angel of Time" raised his hand and adjusted his monocle.
A dark blue, insubstantial illusory door then appeared in the corner of the gray-blue door.
"'Apprentice's' Door Opening' is a very low-level ability, but it is just right for use here." Amon put down his right hand and introduced it with satisfaction.
He then took two steps and passed through the illusory door.
Well, there are no useless Beyonder abilities, only useless Beyonders... If I push open the door directly, I will be watched... By whom? The "True Creator"? The sanctuary, the kingdom of God, should be somewhere in the "Forsaken Land of God"... If I can attract him and cause a conflict with Amon, I might be able to find a chance to escape... Klein couldn't control his body and followed Amon closely, stepping into the slightly blurry blue door.
As soon as he passed through, he immediately felt dizzy and even his spirituality seemed to be torn apart.
When the anomaly disappeared and his condition returned to normal, Klein found himself on a beach illuminated by dusk light.
The gravel and stones here are all black. The deep blue waves surge in from afar, hitting the edge layer by layer, but without making the sound of the tide.
They are quiet, like a grand illusion show.
This sea is illusory... If you come in, you will appear here, but if you leave, it is probably not here... According to the principle of reciprocity, if you want to leave, you can only open the residence of the Giant King where the "Dark Angel" Sasriel is sleeping? Klein turned his head passively with realization and looked in another direction. There was a mountain bathed in dusk, with countless palaces, countless towers, and layers of majestic city walls solidified on it.
This is the "Giant King's Court" in mythology and legends.
Even if Silver City could find a road to the seaside, it would be meaningless... Klein noticed from the corner of his eye that Amon had changed his appearance.
He put on a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color, transforming from a gentleman of the current era into an ancient magician from the Fourth Age or even the Third Age.
Klein's heart moved, and he continued to look at the "Giant King's Court" not far away, and said casually:
"Inside the Giant King's palace lies the Dark Angel Sasriel."
Amon stood side by side with him, looking in the same direction, and spoke with no change in expression:
"I know.
"I have been to the Giant King's Court and visited the tomb of Ormir's parents."
Sure enough... Klein's guess was finally confirmed.
He considered and said:
"What are you looking for answers to?"
"You can guess." Amon still looked at the "Giant King's Court" and said with a smile.
If I had an idea, I wouldn't have to ask you... Klein thought for a few seconds and said:
"Some secret of the First Age?"
"I guess so." Amon replied without much concern.
…Klein hesitated, then said:
"Aren't you curious about the status of the Dark Angel Sasriel?"
"Curious." Amon did not change the direction of his gaze and said with a smile, "But compared to me, there are many guys who are more interested, my paranoid brother, 'The Hanged Man', the Dragon of Betrayal, as well as Night, Storm, and Pure White. I just want to see who can't help it first. Haha, if I can steal everything in it at the critical moment, their expressions will definitely be very interesting."
This idea... doing such a big thing just to cause trouble, just to get some pleasure? Klein frowned slightly, and found that Amon's worldview, life view and values were different from those of humans.
This is a natural mythical creature... completely different from humans... Hey, why can I frown on my own... Just as Klein realized something, he realized that something seemed to be missing from his body.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the "blasphemer" Amon next to him.
Amon held a twelve-link translucent "Time Worm" in his hand. He looked into Klein's eyes with a smile and said with some anticipation:
"Since you have arrived at the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods', you no longer need to worry about external interference. I will give you a chance:
"Before we reach our real destination, I will no longer 'parasite' you. You can try to escape in any way you can think of, and I will do my best to stop you.
"Good luck, and don't let me down."
...Klein didn't dare to believe the other party's words for a moment, and suspected that Amon was deceiving him.
But considering the other party's performance so far, he felt that this was something Amon could really do.
“Okay.” As his thoughts raced, Klein took a deep breath and responded solemnly in the orange-red evening light.
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Backlund, where the parliament is located.
Because King George III suddenly blew himself up, all the nobles and parliamentarians were not allowed to return to their homes, but were gathered here and received heavy protection from the three major churches and the military.
Audrey, wearing a pure black dress, stood behind the railing on the second floor, staring quietly below.
Because the incident happened too suddenly and without any signs, even though she had received some warnings from the "world" Gehrman Sparrow, she still felt that it was not real enough and was particularly unreal.
She seemed to be out of touch with reality and watching a dramatic performance:
Her father, brother, and other nobles and councillors gathered in groups of three or five in different small rooms, and from time to time one of them would walk out, covered in smoke and dressed like a gentleman, and quickly rush to another discussion circle;
The ladies sat down in the lounge, most of them still hadn't come to their senses, their eyes were dull and they were trembling slightly;
The staff of the parliament and the middle and lower levels of the military rushed back and forth inside and outside, delivering intelligence sent back from different places;
A gatekeeper soldier in a red shirt and white trousers came in from outside and handed a stack of papers to the officer in charge of the hall. The officer took a look and immediately called his deputy, pointing to the small room where Earl Hall and the others were. The deputy took the documents without asking anything and trotted towards the destination.
All this happened in a very quiet environment, with only the sound of footsteps and faint whispers echoing. It was like a huge realistic oil painting. The gorgeous layout, dark colors, dim light and the expressions on everyone's faces together created an extremely depressing atmosphere.
Audrey pursed her lips and watched for a while. She was in a very low mood and only managed to stay calm by being "comforted".
"Why would Mr. World go against the King...
"The death of the king is bound to bring about deep hatred...
"Regardless of the King's actual rank, since he has never revealed it, it does not affect the overall strength of the kingdom. However, such an incident is enough to show one thing, that is, there is a split between the three major churches, the royal family, and the military, and the internal strife is quite serious...
"The situation in Loen will be very dangerous. The enemies will definitely not let go of this opportunity..." Audrey was lost in thought when she saw a man in a black tweed coat rushing into the building where the parliament was located.
He lowered his voice and spoke to the officer in charge of the hall.
As an experienced "audience" who can observe subtle expressions and body movements, lip reading is undoubtedly Audrey's strong point. As she looked out, she interpreted the corresponding content:
"Intis used the border dispute in the Hornachis Mountains as an excuse to gather a large number of troops there."
Audrey bit her lip lightly, and the familiar feeling of detachment appeared again, as if she saw the contents described in a novel being played out in the real world.
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The sky seemed to be even grayer, and no one spoke for a long time in the house where the Moretti family lived.
Benson stood behind the bay window with a serious expression, looking at the pedestrians hurrying by outside, wondering what he was thinking.
Melissa sat on the sofa next to the coffee table, lowered her head, and looked at the simple machines she had made, as if she had turned into a statue.
"Huh, the situation has become even more chaotic." Benson exhaled, touched his hairline, turned around, and forced a smile, "No matter what, Backlund is definitely safer than most places."
Melissa didn't look up, and said in a vague voice:
"Klein found a good job and our lives were getting better, but then an accident took him away...
"We moved away from Tingen, you got the government job you wanted, I went to university and started on the right path, and then the war broke out...
"We finally adapted to this environment and prayed that the war would end soon, but in the end, the king was killed in the bombing..."
Having said this, Melissa slowly raised her head and looked at her brother with a confused look.
"Benson, is it so difficult to obtain and maintain a life that is just a little better than before?"