As Klein heard the layers of illusory prayers, he felt as if he had a physical body. He felt a throbbing pain deep in his head, and he wanted to bang his head against the wall to stop the pain.

The pictures of prayers from different people made him feel uncontrollable and extremely horrible dizziness, as if he was walking on the edge of an abyss and could fall at any time.

That is, he had the "Black Emperor" card and the Azik Copper Whistle to strengthen his spirit, and he was used to the feeling of being prayed for. If it were any other non-demigod sequence person, they would have directly lost control, fallen down in pain, transformed into a monster or collapsed into flesh and blood.

All the extraordinary properties here were combined into a seal with the help of that snake fang, and the degree of danger and negative effects far exceeded level "2"... Klein did not move forward blindly. Instead, he took a few steps back and left the area where the prayers were concentrated to relieve the pain and dizziness that could cause the spirit to disintegrate.

He stood beside Kalvetuwa's muddy body, staring at the white scepter stuck in the half-fallen pillar, thinking about how to take it away.

At the same time, he had naturally given the sealed object a name in his mind:

"Poseidon's Scepter!"

Well, judging from my feelings and reactions just now, I can barely get close to it and pull it out, but it can only last for a few seconds. I can't carry it or use it... But it doesn't matter. Once I get it, I will end the summoning and return to the gray fog. There, I can effectively shield the thousands of prayers and the negative effects that I am currently unknown, so I can conduct research without worry... Klein soon came up with an idea.

There is no need to flip a coin anymore. In his resentful spirit state, he can instinctively communicate with the spirit world and receive enlightenment.

His spiritual intuition told him that this was not very dangerous.

Having made the decision, Klein began to clean up the mess and see what he could find in the ancient elven ruins.

He first walked to the corner, picked up the translucent "biotoxin bottle", screwed on the lid, and stuffed it into his body. Then, when he turned around, he found that under the muddy remains of Kalvetuwa, there was an iron cigarette box half hidden and half exposed.

This... I thought it had been swallowed by Kalvetua and corroded into residue... Klein was amazed and walked over quickly.

Because he was somewhat numb from being hit by the electric current in the sea water, he raised his right hand and let the iron cigarette box slowly float up and fall into his palm.

With a quick glance, Klein saw that the surface of the iron cigarette box was covered with signs of corrosion, but it was still barely usable. As for the other items that were sucked away by the whirlpool of sea water at that time, there was no trace of them left.

"Did the gray fog make Kalvetuwa uncomfortable and he vomited it on the spot, or did this iron cigarette box undergo some changes and corrode less quickly, allowing it to last until Kalvetuwa's death?" While Klein was puzzled, he casually put the cigarette box into his body, preparing to do more research after leaving.

In such a situation, one must race against time and not waste any time, because Klein doesn't know when the people from the Church of the Storm and the Kingdom's military will find this place!

He walked around the half-collapsed pillar from a distance and entered the back of the almost completely collapsed hall.

There should have been many murals here, but with the destruction of the walls, they had shattered and disappeared. Klein flew all the way to the end and saw an exquisite and gorgeous throne buried by stones and pillars, with only about one-third exposed.

On the left side of the throne, there is a half-painted mural showing a confrontation between two figures:

Looking down at the enemy from above was a man standing on the waves, braving the dark clouds, and covered by a storm. He had softer features that resembled the oriental style of Klein's previous life. In his hand, he held a spear made purely of lightning, and in the background was the ocean that drowned everything.

Below this man was a person wearing a simple white robe. His face was blurry and it was difficult to tell his age, but one could barely tell that he was a male.

The man in the white robe with a very classical air had a halo behind his head, quietly emitting brilliance like a sun.

Under his feet, there is an illusory circle divided into twelve grids, and each grid contains a symbol representing a different time.

Behind him was a shadow like a curtain, and inside the shadow there seemed to be an eye silently peeking out.

With his solid foundation in mysticism and rich knowledge from various sources, Klein quickly made an interpretation:

Waves, storms, dark clouds, lightning... This should be the ancient god "Elf King" Sonia Solem... As expected, just like the legend, the elf's facial features are quite soft... This ancient "Storm Lord" does not have a violent feeling, and looks surprisingly good. Haha, this is a mural in the elf ruins. It is normal to beautify one's own gods...

A halo like the sun, a twelve-square circle symbolizing time, this... isn't this the father of Amon and Adam, the "Creator" who is said to be the ancient sun god in the outside world and revered as the omniscient and omnipotent god in the City of Silver? There is a shadow curtain behind Him, and behind the curtain there is an eye... That's right, the image of the "real Creator" is the "eye behind the shadow curtain"! (Note 1)

Sure enough, is this the "Creator" who took back the authority of the ancient gods and is followed by eight "Angel Kings"?

This mural describes the struggle between the "Elf King" Sonyatholem and the "Creator"?

Klein withdrew his gaze and looked for something else of value.

Following his spiritual intuition, he approached the throne, reached under the collapsed rocks and pillars, and pulled out an object.

This is a flattened golden goblet.

Its surface was engraved with intricate and delicate patterns, its legs were bent, and there was a line of Elvish writing at the bottom:

"Natural disaster, Cosinamu."

The original owner of this relic was a high-level elf named Cosinamu? He, or rather, His title was "Scourge"? Hmm... It matches the "Book of Scourge" discovered by Laeticia and the others. Both ruins should belong to the high-level elf Cosinamu, and there is a very strange connection between them... Unfortunately, this golden wine cup is just a simple wine cup. It only has a little spirituality because it is engraved with the real name of the high-level elf... If Cosinamu had not fallen, even if it was just a real name, it would allow the wine cup to have unusual abilities. Unfortunately... Klein initially judged that Cosinamu was dead, because "Sea God" Kalvetuwa was His successor.

However, Klein couldn't be sure of this, because after hundreds and thousands of years, the Book of Calamities still had the ability to drive Laticia, a Beyonder of a relatively high Sequence, crazy and out of control.

"And this doesn't seem like something that Sea God Kalvetuwa could do... Could it be that the upper elf Cosinamu has a secret technique to divide his own extraordinary characteristics, and Kalvetuwa only inherited a part of it? The rest is mostly the source of the characteristics of the Book of Calamity?

"Goshinam is still alive?

“Of course, when Kalvetuwa took the Beyonder characteristic of Cosinamu, he was just a beast with little intelligence. No one knows what happened at that time. Perhaps, some of the characteristics were lost and condensed into a seal. After Kalvetuwa was defeated, it fell into the hands of the Storm Church…

"Well, next week's Tarot will ask the little 'Sun' through 'World'. He should know who Cosinaum is. In fact, there is no need to ask. He has contributed two pages of ancient mythology today. Maybe there will be a detailed description of the upper elves next time..."

Klein thought for a moment and stuffed the wine glass into his body. After all, it was made of gold. Even if the upper elf Gosinamu was not dead and had a certain connection with the wine glass, the gray fog could shield and isolate it.

After inspecting it and seeing that there was nothing else to gain, Klein quickly flew back outside, picked up the black hardwood cane, and slightly cleaned up the traces left by the previous battle.

Then he pulled out a paper man, shook it casually, and threw it out, letting it quickly get wet and rotten in the sea water, turning into powder.

I can interfere with the previous part, but I won’t have the time or the opportunity to influence the rest... Fortunately, I’m now dressed as the “Black Emperor”... The remains of Kalvetuwa, the flesh and blood are no longer valuable, and the bones are too heavy, which may affect my ability to get the “Poseidon Scepter”... Klein used meditation to stabilize his state and quickly flew towards the short bone staff inserted into the half-fallen pillar.

The illusory and overlapping voices of prayer once again entered his ears. The prayers, some devout, some crying, some fanatical, and some numb, vaguely filled his vision. The sensations of throbbing and dizziness became more and more intense.

Klein relied on his rich experience and the reinforcement of the "Black Emperor" card and Azik's copper whistle to barely hold on and finally arrived next to the "Poseidon's Scepter".

He stretched out his right hand and grasped the middle part of the bone scepter.

As soon as the two came into contact, the scene in front of Klein's eyes suddenly became clear, and the illusory buzzing sound in his ears instantly became real.

He saw the bald rebel Karat in a wheelchair fall to the ground and crawl towards the shattered statue of Kalvetuwa with difficulty, chanting his name repeatedly with despair in his eyes.

He saw Edmonton, the man with the blue sea snake tattoo, prostrating himself before another statue of Kalvetuva that was bleeding strangely, banging his head against the ground repeatedly, leaving a bloody mess.

He saw believers in the slums hiding in their homes, shedding tears and praying numbly.

…

The black full-body armor on Klein's body could no longer support him and quickly collapsed.

At the same time, he flexed his solid "muscles", exerted force on his hands, and amid the reverberating prayers and clear and numerous images, he suddenly pulled out the short bone staff that symbolized the authority of Poseidon!

Crash!

The sea water in the entire ruins was surging violently, either shaking continuously or collapsing into a whirlpool.

Klein, wearing a pitch-black crown, calmly held the "Poseidon's Scepter" and his figure disappeared in an instant, returning directly to the gray fog.

When the familiar towering palace came into view, the prayers in his ears and the illusory scene before his eyes had disappeared.

Klein sat on the high-back chair that belonged to the Fool. He raised his right palm and examined the Scepter of Poseidon, which was inlaid with blue "gems" and stained with a little bit of dark and morning light.

Countless points of light float around the seal, and each point seems to correspond to a praying believer, which makes the milky white body of the scepter glow, which is both psychedelic and sacred.

At this moment, Klein felt that this scepter was the "Poseidon" himself!

Note 1: See Chapter 93 of Volume 1