Mystery: Paradox Path

With the help of the Silver City trio, Klein retracted his shadow and walked all the way to the depths of the hall, where he saw the iron-black throne on the steps belonging to giants.

He saw the black-haired man with a shawl on the throne. His eyes were covered with shadows, and his specific appearance was very blurred. Layers and layers of virtual black wings hung down, covering most of his body. Full of mystery.

When he stepped forward to explore, the power of Origin Castle triggered the remaining "spirit" of the deputy monarch of the kingdom of heaven. In the conversation with the brass eyes, Klein gradually understood some secrets and understood the redemption of roses. The origin of the name, I understand the betrayal of the three gods and the original plan of the ancient sun god, and also understand why it is necessary to open the door by myself.

At the same time, he also understood the last words that Senior Panredax said when the historical projection was lifted——

"All high-ranking evil spirits must have a source of power."

He didn't know exactly what this sentence meant, but he knew that it must have something to do with the "timing" this senior said.

But now, when he was examining Saslier's state, he caught a glimpse of gray.

In a short look, he deciphered a lot of information, and at the same time, he also understood the essence of this thing——

Desecrate the slate.

Mr. Devil once mentioned that the first blasphemy slate was investigated by relying on the information left by the senior.

The first blasphemous slate born in the Chaos Sea!

This is likely to be the key item for the Dark Angels to master the Chaos Sea!

It is the source of the gods watching here and letting themselves come here to open the door.

At the same time, this should also be the source of the power of the dark angel Saslier at this time.

Do you want to summon the historical projection of the predecessors?

Klein hesitated for a while.

Not to mention that this space seems to have the power to corrupt historical projections, extraordinary items, and marionettes, first of all, Klein doesn't know whether he should believe this senior.

Emotionally, he should believe it. After all, this senior left him a lot of precious information, and his descendant, Mr. Demon, also showed enough character.

But intellectually speaking, since he learned about Roselle's madness in his later years, after being "infected" by the true creator in the sense of mysticism, he would inevitably develop a bit of grudge.

Although this senior looks normal, who can guarantee that he is really normal?

Especially those riddlers who only speak half of the words, and the other party is only a Sequence Four, but they can know the high-order knowledge that angels may be contaminated.

Even though he had asked Miss Justice to seal his knowledge about the starry sky, he retained the memory of "Senior Penredax has mastered the polluting knowledge that only angels can resist".

Coupled with the unclear relationship between this senior and his descendants and the true creator, Klein was a little afraid to gamble.

Just as ripples appeared in his heart, Klein suddenly felt that the surroundings became unusually quiet:

The brass eyes hidden only on the surface of the shadow curtain seemed to be gone.

Klein's gaze moved up subconsciously, colliding with a pair of shadowed eyes.

The dark angel Saslier, who was sleeping on the black throne, opened his eyes.

"Bang!" Elder Lovia's body collapsed directly, turning into a large shadow. Behind the shadow, a pair of blank but painful eyes faintly appeared.

In fact, Klein, who was already ready to face a king of angels, did not have much fear and anxiety about Saslier's awakening, but in Elder Lovia, the Sequence Four demigod collapsed. At that moment, he frightened the red angel, made a deal with the angel of fantasy, obtained the key and travel notes from the angel of wisdom, took the potion formula from the angel of pure white, used the real name of the angel of wind to break the cycle of fate in front of the angel of fate, and the angel of time Fighting will and courage... The arrogance propped up by the resumes and so on collapsed in an instant,

For the first time he truly saw the terrifying power of the King of Angels.

A demigod, as simple as that...dead?

For a moment, the intense fear made Klein almost cut himself off and find another way to revive, but at this moment, the shadow that Lovia had lost control of suddenly stopped flowing, sending out a pain full of pain but not crazy low voice:

"He's not that strong!"

...

"The battle over there has already begun..." Outside the Giant King's Court, Snow, who had already created a huge altar, looked towards the summit of the Giant's King's Court. Klein did not immediately summon "Feng Xue", although the historical projection made He was a little surprised, but it was reasonable.

He lightly rubbed the vertical pupil on the chest of Heaven Manufacturing, and the power escaped from a certain corner of the land abandoned by the gods, the power that blocked the land was slightly loosened, and a trace of power began to interact with the outside world.

All eyes turned to this side, but at the same time, Backlund also entered the final battle.

...

"Dorothy?!" Backlund, who was waiting for the notification of promotion to a demigod, suddenly got up and looked at the puppet in Emily's arms. His expression became a little strange. In his sight, Suddenly, a fist-sized light group floated out from the chest of the doll.

The light group didn't give him a good feeling, just like the eyes of his kin who regarded him as a freak when he attended a family gathering a long time ago, but before Emlyn could break free from such emotions, that The ball of light had already passed through the wall, heading towards the east.

Emlyn ignored the ball of light and immediately took the doll he named "Dorothy" from Emily's arms, only to find that nothing seemed to have changed, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Not only Dorothy, but all over the world, the other six dolls also underwent similar changes. One after another, the balls of light broke away from the dolls, and then moved towards the legendary god at a speed that was difficult for a demigod to capture. Abandoned land flew away.

However, at this moment, the battle of the three gods in the astral world has obviously attracted more attention. The undercover mother has been a mother for thousands of years, and all the gods can't help but be amazed by the shock of this dynasty.

The war stopped at this moment, and a group of orange-red dusk fell from the quiet darkness, but just when most of the light groups fell wantonly, causing all kinds of disasters, an unexpected angel appeared. .

He has a beautiful appearance, soft facial features, a gentle expression with a little indifference, a tall and thin body, and silver hair that grows to a vest. He was wearing a simple and plain linen robe, with overlapping radiant wings behind him.

The king of angels with twelve wings caught the orange-red twilight, one large and one small, in full view, and under the reflection of his wings, the entire sky covered by the goddess of the night seemed to be transformed into a huge one. 's picture scroll.

On the desolate and rotten earth, under the sky full of thunder, the huge altar, two saints, one black and one white, as well as the symbolic cross and seven uncomfortable light groups, should be worn by those wearing black robes. The moment Snow floated in the air with the pale golden heaven made in his hands, whether it was a pirate in the Sunia Sea, a serf in Balam, or a desolate church outside Backlund, he had already held up gold. The priests of the yellow potion all raised their heads and looked up at the picture scroll manifested by the power of the angels.

A thunder suddenly exploded, and then a pale flame flowed down from the sky, as if it wanted to penetrate the night that the goddess of the night had arranged to kill the god of war, and completely shred the picture projected on it, but here For a moment, the brass-colored eyes blocked the picture scroll, stopping the two gods from trying to tear the picture scroll.

"Can it be successful?" The priest in the remote church lowered his head, did not look at the picture scroll in the sky, picked up the medicine bottle, poured the liquid into his mouth, and asked a question without any ups and downs...