Chapter 1147: Chaos

Klein pretended not to notice the real dream. As he tried to stop his

projection of the Death Consul, he tried to summon another version of

"himself" from the Historical Void to fool the guards of the Tudor

ruins, allowing his body to escape the dream and sneak into the secret

mausoleum to achieve his goal of destroying it.

At the moment, he could only maintain three Historical Void projections.

Death Consul Azik Eggers was one, his self-projection in a concealed

state was another. He couldn't be certain if the leader of the ascetics,

Arianna, was considered one. However, to be safe, he had to disperse one

of them before he made another summoning attempt.

Regarding Arianna's state, apart from suspecting that "She" had

descended in person due to "Her" state, Klein had other theories.

Perhaps the leader of the Evernight cloister had deliberately entered a

concealed state after sensing that "Her" projection from the past had

been summoned while being located in the Amantha mountain range. "She"

had vanished from the real world, allowing the projection to gain

sentience. This was completely feasible, especially since the authority

of "concealment" likely gave "Her" a certain degree of control over

"Her" historical projections.

When it came to a concealment angel like this, Klein was unable to use

the feedback from Scholar of Yore's maintenance of the historical

projection to confirm "Her" true situation. Therefore, he didn't make

any changes, so as to prevent any accidents from happening.

Just as he was about to summon his past self, the real dream silently

disappeared. Everything around him returned to normal.

He was standing on a cliff at the entrance. Below him was a dark and

majestic mausoleum.

An old man with an ordinary appearance was levitating in midair. Under

the glow from the moss and the light from the stone pillars inside the

cliff, he calmly looked at Klein and sighed in ancient Feysac.

"You weren't actually fooled by the dream I crafted."

This old man's hair was completely white, but it was thick enough. There

weren't many wrinkles on his face, and his appearance wasn't anything

special.

*The Spectator pathway's Sequence 3 Dreamweaver? No, at least, he's not

an angel...* Klein tensed up and didn't respond. He immediately

took out his silver adventurer's harmonica and blew into it.

No sound was produced, but Reinette Tinekerr, who was wearing a dark and

complicated long dress, walked out.

One of the blonde, red-eyed heads in "Her" hands immediately spat out a

rectangular diamond-like charm. Another head chanted in ancient Hermes,

"Yesterday!"

Yesterday Once More!

Miss Messenger was borrowing strength from "Her" past self!

Compared to a Sequence 1 Snake of Fate, the power "She" borrowed could

last longer.

However, the charm didn't change at all.

In midair, the elder in the gray robe gently chuckled and kindly

reminded them, "Don't use ancient Hermes in front of me."

*...Hermes... This is Hermes, the one who lived since the Second Epoch

and created ancient Hermes? An angel of the Spectator pathway... The

origin of the Psychology Alchemists...* Klein was first shocked

before he realized something.

Hermes was participating in the battle, so it was unlikely "He" had a

strong desire to stop him!

*No, perhaps "He" is deliberately acting to lower our guard... Beyonders

of the Spectator pathway are the best at manipulating the hearts of

others...* Just as this thought flashed through his mind,

Reinette Tinekerr's other two heads began chanting in Jotun and Elvish:

"Yesterday!"

The rectangular diamond-like charm was instantly ignited by a

transparent flame before fusing with the void.

Reinette Tinekerr's body began to rapidly expand as the four heads in

her hands flew up and landed on "Her" neck.

The four heads became illusory one after another.

In an instant, Reinette Tinekerr transformed into a huge cloth doll that

resembled a castle. "She" was dressed in a black gothic dress with

countless mysterious symbols and sinister vines. "Her" eyes were

blood-red.

"She" swept his gaze across ancient Hermes. "She" opened "Her" tightly

shut mouth but didn't make a single sound.

The "Spectator" pathway's angel flashed with a faint light, turning into

a plump, white rabbit.

Ancient Bane, Transformation Curse!

The rabbit didn't panic at all. Its body began to swell, becoming half

the size of a mountain. One stomp was sufficient to trample him to

death.

To an angel of the Spectator pathway, merely believing in "Their"

strength allowed "Them" to be powerful enough without being at a

disadvantage due to "Their" appearance!

As the rabbit turned into a monster, a subtle change happened in the

ruins. Reality and illusion intertwined, making Reinette Tinekerr a

little confused as to whether "She" was in a dream or in the real world.

Klein could differentiate between the two. While he had noticed that,

not only was Miss Messenger in a Mythical Creature form, but the surface

of the rabbit's body was covered in grayish-white scales. All sorts of

patterns intertwined together, forming three-dimensional symbols that

seemed to connect to the mind.

*Angels are truly terrifying. They use their complete Mythical Creature

form right at the start...* As Klein sighed, he didn't even dare

take a second look to gain more knowledge. Firstly, he didn't have the

time to do so, and secondly, his level wasn't high enough. Seeing a

complete Mythical Creature form would definitely lead to being affected

and receiving some negative effects. This was something he had to avoid

in a dangerous battlefield.

Taking advantage of the battle between Miss Messenger and the gigantic

rabbit that had transformed into a dragon, Klein used the strong winds

to head for the secret mausoleum. As he recited a particular honorific

name in Jotun, he reached out to grab at the air.

First time, failure; second time, failure; third time, still a failure!

Just as one fat, white rabbit after another appeared in Klein's island

of consciousness, causing him to elevate his consciousness to fight back

and be unable to take multiple things into consideration, he

instinctively reached out his right hand and finally touched a

particular image in the Historical Void.

As he pulled back his arm, the image quickly outlined itself. She was a

woman wearing a dark-colored robe and a wide hood. She had a beautiful

face and slightly dull black eyes.

This was the concealment angel of the Church of Evernight that he had

met before.

Later, he found out in the foggy town that this was Mother of the Sky,

the daughter of the ancient god, Flegrea, and suspected to be the vessel

for the Goddess's descent.

Since he was able to successfully summon the ascetic leader, Arianna,

from the Historical Void in one try, Klein definitely thought of trying

to see if he could summon "Her."

He had been chanting the honorific name of the Evernight Goddess!

The employing of Historical Void projections by Scholars of Yore had a

difficult-to-overcome restriction. It was that he was unable to summon

something that involved the Uniqueness. However, objects that were

merely a vessel of a deity's descent depended on how much of the deity's

power was carried by the corresponding Historical Void projection or if

it involved the Uniqueness. Similarly, if he wanted to summon Amon, it

was impossible to summon the actual body, but an avatar would work.

To be safe, the person who he summoned was the one who had smiled at him

during the Great Smog of Backlund, and he succeeded after three

attempts!

Of course, if it wasn't for the Goddess's tacit approval, or perhaps

providing some level of help, he might not have succeeded given a

hundred attempts, a thousand attempts, or even ten thousand attempts.

The beautiful lady didn't look at him, the summoner. Instead "She"

turned "Her" head and looked down at the secret mausoleum.

The entire underground ruin quaked as the dark and majestic mausoleum

began to shake. Ripples appeared as though it was about to be moved into

a concealed world.

At this moment, two arms extended out from the outside world. One was

pressed towards the gigantic doll, Reinette Tinekerr, while the other

spread out its fingers to grab at Klein.

These two arms were more than ten meters long. They were pitch-black on

the surface, flowing with sticky liquids. Some of them were strangely

protruding, some had skulls as heads, three-dimensional eyes, or barbed

tongues.

Abomination Suah!

The remaining guards in the underground ruins went crazy. Some raised

their swords to kill their companions; or they raised their guns, aimed

at themselves, and pulled the trigger.

Klein's skin began to crack, and his consciousness was disturbed by a

sensation of madness. He was unable to respond effectively.

The concealment angel he summoned retracted "Her" gaze through pure

instinct, and "She" looked up at the two arms that seemed to come from

the depths of a nightmare.

Tremendous fear caused Suah's arm to tremble slightly. Not only did "He"

fail to grab hold of Klein, "He" was even cursed by Reinette Tinekerr,

causing "Him" to be covered in green fur.

Immediately following that, they began to fade as they struggled with

all their might, trying to escape their concealed states.

And at this moment, three figures appeared in midair in the underground

ruins. They were Emperor Roselle; the first Loen king, William Augustus;

and the abstract angel formed from pure light.

The Historical Void projections summoned by Zaratul followed closely

behind!

With so many angels descending at the same time, just the effects from

"Their" auras alone caused the entire space to quake, not to mention the

intense battle "They" were engaged in.

In an instant, the pitch-black mausoleum shook even more vigorously.

There was even an obvious crack on its surface.

Klein wasn't surprised at all, because this was his last contingency

plan.

When the enemy was too powerful and prepared, preventing him from

creating an opportunity, then it was best to draw everyone together

while destroying the mausoleum; thus, creating chaos!

This was the inspiration he got from the encounter outside Bayam City.

Back then, Abomination Suah and the byproduct of the Artificial Death

project attacked remotely while Sea King Kottman, Miss Messenger

Reinette Tinekerr, and a demigod from the Rose School of Thought had

participated in it, resulting in the collapse of an innocent mountain.

At that moment, Klein wanted the secret mausoleum in this ruin to be

like that mountain.

He didn't believe that angels could control the damage to "Their"

surroundings when in an intense battle!

And the lineup this time far exceeded the previous one!

*It's still not enough... Then let's make it a little more

chaotic...* As he controlled his Spirit Body Threads to prevent

them from floating upwards, he dodged and sensed the mysterious space

above the gray fog. Using his basic control over it, he made it tremble

slightly.

In midair, a grayish-white fog appeared as the majestic palace appeared

faintly.

Sefirah Castle!

In an instant, the sky above the Holy Wind Cathedral in Backlund turned

dark, as if a storm was brewing.

A bird with dark eye circles watching over the Tussock River downstream

moved its gaze.

In the outskirts of Backlund where Ruins No. 1 was, Demoness Trissy had

been robbed of several powers and suffered serious injuries. She was on

the brink of death.

Bang!

She slammed against the cliff, almost embedding herself into it. Blood

was everywhere.

At this moment, she took out an item. It was a rectangular

diamond-shaped charm.

Yesterday Once More!