Chapter 1182 The Holy Word
Although it had been less than a week since he entered the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Klein had long gotten a good understanding of the place through Little Sun. He knew that normal humans, even saints, had to use fire to create light in the darkness. Otherwise, it was very easy for them to encounter dangerous monsters lurking in the depths of the darkness, or be secretly devoured, disappearing without a trace, never to be found again.
And at that moment, the elderly clergyman wasnt carrying any animal hide lanterns. Instead, he passed through the fog in the darkness and slowly entered the cathedral that was illuminated by the dim yellow light.
If it wasnt for his deep and calm eyes that didnt show any signs of madness, Kleins first reaction wouldve been that he had encountered a special monster.
Of course, having a normal persons state of mind and being immersed in darkness were contradictory traits. Any living creature with any semblance of normal intelligence could easily come up with a conclusion that this person might be even more terrifying than special monsters.
Klein had only met one person who could pass through the darkness without being affected by it while having sufficient intelligence:
Blasphemer Amon!
Sensing that the faint yellow light was reflected on his face, the tall black-robed clergyman with a slight hunch to his back stopped in his tracks. Looking at the demonic wolf statue, he hoarsely asked, Where did the owner of this city go?
Klein was the kind of person who would try his best to resolve a problem peacefully if a fight with a stranger could be avoided. As he raised his guard, he calmly replied, I dont know where eitherI just entered the citywho knows where the owner went.
Just as he said that, the entire cathedral dimmed. A thin fog surged in like a tidal wave from the outside, drowning the interior.
The lantern in Kleins hand failed miserably at illuminating the windows and the situation at the door. It was dark outside, and nothing could be seen.
In the blink of an eye, the cathedral that worshiped the demonic wolf statue seemed to be isolated from Nois City. It was unknown where it was located.
Kleins pupils dilated slightly as he looked at the clergyman with wrinkles and white hair. He asked in a deep voice, Who are you?
The hunched clergyman replied in a condescending manner, Im an attendant by the Lords side. Im the Angel of the Holy Word, Steph. I walk this land of the past that the Lord had passed on, doing so on His behalf in search of the Blasphemer hidden in the darkness.
As he spoke, the elders figure expanded to a height of four meters tall. Behind him, black illusory feathers appeared. Their shadows intersected and formed four pairs of gloomy but holy wings.
Angel of the Holy Word, Steph... An attendant by the Lords side... Land of the past... This is the Blessed of the True Creator, the Angel of Fates subordinate, a member of the Rose Redemption? Its no wonder that He can walk in the darkness; He has the power of degeneration protecting Him... That evil god is still searching for the Beyonder characteristic of the Attendant of Mysteries? Klein had no choice but to raise his head and lock eyes with this clergyman who, despite wearing a black robe, had four pairs of angel wings on His back. This high-level existence angels form remained wrinkled with grizzled hair. There was a sense of contradiction in everything about Him.
Pretending that he had never made an enemy of the Aurora Order, he calmly said, That Blasphemer has long fled. Im also searching for Him.’
After staring at Klein for two seconds, the Angel of the Holy Word asked in a low voice, Who are you?
It wont be convenient saying it out directly... Klein sighed and smiled.
Im a lonely traveler.
After he gave this reply, he suddenly felt an extreme sense of darkness developing within him. It then sank down and merged with the shadow created by the lantern.
The pitch-black figure abruptly warped and came to life, stretching itself out to become another Gehrman Sparrowone with sinister and ferocious eyes and a solitary demeanor.
This... Kleins pupils constricted. Without any hesitation, he reached out his right hand and grabbed outward at thin air.
At this point, if he hadnt guessed that Steph was using his answer, he shouldve joined the Aurora Order and made the True Creator his god.
At this moment, he already knew what it meant by Angel of the Holy Word.
This was clearly the Angel of the Evil Word!
By using a persons reply, He could extract a portion of the ambiguity or expand on it to create the effect of spirit language!
When Klein said that he didnt know where the owner of the city had gone, Steph extracted the words I dont know where I went, trapping himself and isolating himself from the outside world.
When this angel revealed His identity, every word was enhancing His level and strength.
When Klein answered who he was, it ended up separating a lonely traveler from him.
From the moment He appeared in Nois City, there was a strong sense of malice in the black-robed Steph!
And just as Klein was attempting to summon a particular image from the Historical Void, the sinister Gehrman Sparrow seemed to share the same thoughts as he did. He too grabbed at the same projection, canceling each other out.
Seeing that his powers as a Scholar of Yore had been restrained, Kleins eyes narrowed. Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and said a word in Jotun.
But in the next second, the word was stolen.
Standing at about four meters tall, the stooped Angel of the Holy Word, Steph, had at some point in time grown a head covered in blood on His left shoulder. It looked very similar to Him, but was much youngera person who was approximately in the forties.
Around the head were two skinless arms that had mangled flesh. They had Grazed different souls and had used Beyonder powers that could steal thoughts.
At the same time, another bloody head grew on Stephs right shoulder, one that looked to be in His twenties.
Amongst the three heads, one Grazed souls and stole Kleins thoughts, while the other was staring coldly at the target, deepening the self-awareness of the lonely traveler. The last one opened His mouth and said, You lie!
You are the person who destroyed the son of Gods descent ritual and interfered with the Lords descent twice!
You are one of the targets Im looking for!
The corners of Kleins mouth twitched as he calmly said a word in Jotun, Leodero!
This was the true name of the Lord of Storms!
The reason why this thought wasnt stolen was because he had lined up his subsequent actions. The lineup was filled with the same content. It didnt matter if the first thought was stolen, as it didnt affect the subsequent thoughts.
This was a precious experience he had gained from fighting Amon.
Of course, if he were to meet Amon again, he suspected that such a method might not work. Once the God of Mischief was prepared, He would definitely come up with something new.
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the Angel of the Holy Word Angel, Steph, lit up with bolts of silver lightning.
They covered the entirety of Nois City, and they tore through the darkness that enveloped the cathedral. They tore apart all the corruption, concealment, darkness, vileness, and evil.
Inside, Klein and the sinister Gehrman Sparrow were situated at the eye of the lightning storm. Without even a grunt, they dissipated.
Then, the terrifying, silvery-white, twisted electric bolts snaked the area and swallowed the demonic wolf statue as well as the Angel of Holy Words, Steph.
Amidst the dull rumbling sounds, the ancient city of Nois completely collapsed, becoming a true ruin.
At the opposite side of the dried-up river bed, Kleins historical projection quickly faded away, returning to the real world.
Right on the heels of that, Klein immediately used Flaming Jump to distance himself from the Nois ruins. During this process, he pulled out a few paper figurines and made them into angels to cover his tracks.
The desolate plains returned to its state of dead silence once again. After an unknown period of time, the ruins where the cathedral stood shook. Steph slowly stood up amidst crumbling dust and rock.
His completely white hair had thinned again, and His deep-black clergymans robe became tattered.
The Angel of the Holy Word left Nois ancient city in silence, got His bearings, and walked deep into the darkness.
Half a day later, a figure approached the citys ruins from another direction. It was none other than Klein who had made a huge detour.
He hadnt had the chance to check the ancient city of Nois previously, and his return this time was motivated by the hope of finding actual clues of that existence.
At a relatively far distance away, Klein repeated his observations above the gray fog, summoned the historical projection, and hid in ancient times, using the projection to summon another historical projection.
After finishing his preparations, he stepped into Nois once again and returned to the cathedral in absolute silence.
Along the way, the corpses that had been lying dead on the ground had either turned to ash or turned to charred remains, devoid of that creepy and harrowing feeling.
That fellow named Steph didnt die... From the looks of it, the remnant divine powers of Storm here can only injure an angel... Klein stopped in front of the ruined cathedral and muttered to himself wistfully.
Of course, he only found it a little regretful. He didnt expect to finish off an angel so easily.
As he swept his gaze, he saw a few pieces of the demonic wolf statue.
The surface of it was dark black, and the insides were dark rednothing like commonly seen stone.
These stones must be extraordinary for them to be used by that Dark Demonic Wolf for His statue. Furthermore, they dont look like something produced in the vicinity... Perhaps I can seek out the area the Dark Demonic Wolf hid prior to Nois City by investigating them... As a Miracle Invoker, or even an Attendant of Mysteries, that Dark Demonic Wolf must be good at covering His tracks. Itll be very difficult to track His whereabouts directly, but if I can find most of the areas He had hid previously, I should be able to gain insight into His habits and style...
Once I know a persons past, I can predict his future! As he thought, he took two steps forward, bent down, and attempted to pick up a fragment of the statue.
At that moment, a charred hand suddenly reached out and blocked his finger.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a charred corpse standing up!
The charred corpses other hand held onto a crystal monocle and wore it on its left eye.
Amon! Left eye... Kleins heart tightened at first before a strong sense of doubt and suspicion surfaced within him.
In the next second, the charred corpse smiled and said, Sorry, I wore it on the wrong side.
As it spoke, it took off the monocle and moved it to its right eye.