lord of the mysteries Chapter 1374 - Trojan Horse of Destiny

Chapter 1374 Trojan Horse of Destiny

Looking at The Half-Fool on the huge stone chair, the scenes from before, as well as the relevant scenes of the Nation of the Evernight flashed through Kleins mind. This evoked thoughts in him.

He didnt know much about Antigonus. In fact, he had almost lost control because of the ravings of His Hornacis... Flegrea... Therefore, he didnt feel any sympathy at the moment, at best some form of empathy.

The lingering memories were undoubtedly one of the best memories of the past.

Even though He was born extraordinary, Antigonus seemed to be deeply fond of the small, peaceful, and isolated nation.

Klein slowly exhaled as he looked away from the man with the thick, black, sharp beard, and his gaze landed on the huge stone chair to the side.

A book made of thin, yellow brass was quietly placed there. It kept having three mercury-colored lines of rules being superseded on it.

0-02, Trunsoest Brass Book.

Using powers similar to Grafting to complete the seal? Yes, it seems to have gone a step further. Not only is the beginning directly connected to the end, but the intelligence of the Trunsoest Brass Book has also been fooled, allowing it to ignore the middle parts that had been skipped, and not making attempts to change things. It just keeps repeating actions over and over again... Klein glanced at 0-02 and muttered to himself in thought.

This made him have some guesses about the abilities of The Fool.

Without thinking further, Klein got the Attendant of Mysteries marionette to Graft the starting point to the endpoint as he walked to the huge stone chair and picked up the Trunsoest Brass Book.

On the one hand, this was to eliminate any possible interference, and on the other hand, he was trying to test out Antigonuss current condition.

Seeing that The Half-Fool was still sleeping and unable to escape from His eternal slumber, Klein heaved a sigh of relief. He made his marionette take the Trunsoest Brass Book and retreat to the entrance of the palace to wait for him.

The reason he didnt allow his avatar to retrieve the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact was that he was worried that the Trunsoest Brass Book, which had a certain connection with a sefirah, would be able to produce passive negative effects during the critical moment he was accommodating The Fools Uniqueness. This might lead to the situation developing in a terrible direction.

When it came to avoiding the negative effects of the Sealed Artifact, marionettes were definitely better than avatars.

This was also why Klein didnt bring the Staff of the Stars. He couldnt place a time bomb beside him.

Usually, it was fine. He could rely on his level, status, and abilities so as to forcefully suppress the Staff of the Stars, but in the process of accommodating The Fools Uniqueness, he would be very weak. He couldnt interfere with the people or things around him. Any mistakes could cause him to lose control on the spot.

To deal with the situation of Sefirah Castle being sealed, thus causing him to be unable to use its powers, Klein had no choice but to bring a Sealed Artifact that could provide Teleportation powers. Therefore, he chose Creeping Hunger.

At that moment, Klein felt the glove on his left hand tremble while facing a King of Angels that controlled a Uniqueness.

He then used his right hand to caress Creeping Hunger and whispered jokingly, Dont worry. Youre just a projection from the Historical Void.

Using this method to ease his taut nerves, Klein surveyed the area and confirmed that there was nothing else he needed to do.

Immediately after, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply to Antigonus.

When he straightened his body and lifted his head, a complicated, mysterious, illusory brand appeared on his forehead.

This brand was like a strange door of light that was tainted with hints of bluish-black. It constantly emitted a faint grayish-white fog.

In the next second, Klein reached out his right hand. Although it wasnt too far away, not was it too close. He contained Antigonuss body within his fingers.

His fingers quickly closed, and with a twist of his wrist, he completed the Theft.

He obtained nothing.

This attempt failed.

Klein wasnt depressed. He once again began stealing Antigonuss identity, fate, and self-awareness.

Although he was already a King of Angels, his powers in stealing came from Sefirah Castle. At present, he was only at Sequence 1, while Antigonus had been corrupted by the Lord of the Mysteries, a King of Angels that had accommodated the Uniqueness. There was still an obvious difference between the two.

Therefore, even if Antigonus had entered a temporary state of eternal slumber and was unable to resist, Klein suffered failure many times.

He wasnt nervous or disappointed in such a situation. This was something he had expected previously. After all, as long as the theft wasnt completed, the Evernight Goddess wouldnt dispel the concealment effect and let the fate here interact with the real world. There wouldnt be any external interference either. Klein had plenty of time and a stable environment to continue his attempts.

After failing countless times, Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration and predicted something.

He reached out his right hand again, closed his fingers, and twisted them gently.

Suddenly, he felt something invisible leave Antigonuss body and float towards him.

At the same time, an indescribable river of light with countless distributaries appeared in front of him.

The illusory river continued to flow forward, drowning one distributary after another, allowing them to become part of the main river.

This was a symbol of fate. It also had many different images, such as a slowly rotating segmented wheel, or a giant serpent that had its head and tail connected. At that moment, when fate was swapped, Klein saw the river of light.

In the next second, fragmented images and scenes appeared in Kleins mind:

An eight-legged demonic wolf, who had just been born, was sprawled on the hill. Amidst the thick and black short fur on its body, transparent and distorted maggots crawled about. He was the youngest son of the ancient god, Flegrea, a natural Mythical Creature. At that moment, He was looking at His sister, brother, and a portion of His clansmen playing amongst corpses. He despised the crude methods they employed when dealing with their prey. He believed that prey should be hoisted up for slow, refined enjoyment to match their status.

This demonic wolf that could be called a subsidiary god was most afraid of his father, the powerful, terrifying, crazy ancient god. Although Flegrea had already produced many children through instinctual mating, removing plenty of His Beyonder characteristics, it was uncontrollable with no way to guarantee progress. Therefore, He was still crazy, cruel, bloodthirsty, and filled with an instinct for destruction. He had even killed several descendants.

This demonic wolf who could create miracles and fulfill all kinds of wishes chased after His prey, biting or killing them, thus enjoying a state of pure happiness.

He didnt have a deep impression of the subsidiary gods of His father, Flegrea. He clearly remembered that He hated the God of Wishes, Kotar. Even if He was also a demonic wolf.

Also, He didnt like the God of Death, Salinger. He found Him gloomy, solitary, and that He exuded a rotting and disgusting aura. On the other hand, Goddess of Misfortune, Amanises, met the beauty standards of both a demonic wolf and a human. She had a gentle personality and was very good at placating ones heart. She wasnt annoying, but this female subsidiary goddess rarely appeared. She was always like a shadow, hiding in a place that wasnt easily discovered. Of course, the demonic wolf remembered that a few of his older sisters and brothers were rather against Amanises, hoping to seize Her position.

The demonic wolf witnessed his fathers death, the death of a powerful ancient god, and saw the blood of the ancient god splattered all over the body of the Goddess of Misfortune, Amanises. And in the chaos, the Uniqueness and a Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic were pulled into Her hands.

He and one of His sisters escaped the kingdom of the demonic wolves and hid everywhere.

Without the protection of His father, the demonic wolf and His sister realized that their former reckless life wasnt normal. Pain and danger were present in everything. Finally, They crossed the sea and came to the Northern Continent. They established a concealed kingdom in the uninhabited Hornacis mountain range.

He and His sister didnt dare expose Themselves. All They did was gather believers and amass a population. In this situation, He created the City of Dead that existed alongside a living nation, making the dead believers become His marionettes to complete an advancement ritual.

Although this period was filled with anxiety, it was the best time period in the memories of this demonic wolf. As He saw His sister having more and more believers, and how His marionette town was becoming more complete, He seemed to have forgotten the troubles and dangers of the outside world and achieved the first peaceful time period since His birth.

Under the influence of the believers, He and His sister gradually gained some so-called humanity.

After the Cataclysm, He finally advanced to Attendant of Mysteries and turned Himself into a human. With the last name of Antigonus, He left the Hornacis mountain range and returned to the real world outside the concealed kingdom.

From this moment onwards, Antigonuss memories and knowledge became increasingly fragmented. Many times, He even found Himself a little unfamiliar.

After He accommodated The Fools Uniqueness, the situation became worse...

As the images flashed, Klein quickly came to a realization.

I am Antigonus, I am The Half-Fool!

With a loud boom, his body constantly changed. At times, he had black hair, brown eyes, and a scholarly air, a Klein Moretti who had fused with Zhou Mingruis appearance. Occasionally, he had long white hair and a thick black beard like Antigonus. Other times, he wore a dark black cloak that made it difficult to see his face, and this mysterious person constantly extended slippery tentacles to the side.

At that moment, Kleins thoughts were extremely chaotic. His mental state was completely imbalanced.

He was barely able to maintain his self-awareness. Under the impact of the two mental storms, he teetered.

At the same time, he had received the fate of Antigonuss losing control and was on the verge of collapse.

A series of prayers rang out in his ears. Each and every word of praise was mixed together, forming an illusory image that joined the chaotic battlefield.

Rorsted Archipelago, Bayam, the bell tower of the Church of The Fool.

A young man wearing a pointed hat and monocle suddenly appeared here and stood behind the railing, looking down at the entire city.

Mr. Error Amon!

In the next second, He saw Bayam and the distant New City of Silver and New Moon City disappear as though someone had wiped them off the map with an eraser.

How boring. Upon seeing this scene, Amon shook His head with a smile. He wasnt disappointed either.

He only wanted to test if Klein or the Evernight Goddess had repaired the bug in this aspect.

After striking the bell, He could be considered The Fools Angel of Time to a certain extent. He could use this loophole to directly steal a portion of his anchors.

Such theft was of little value, but it was very useful at the critical moment of a ritual:

The sudden decrease in anchors would definitely tip the balance, causing Klein to lose control on the spot!

Amon then retracted His gaze and raised His hand to straighten the monocle on His right eye.

It was as if the light from the stars suddenly lit up in the crystal monocle.