Chapter 1155: Walking in the Dark

Backlund, East Borough.

Fors, who had just returned from the land of ice and snow, was wrapped

in thick layers of clothing. She looked at the burning charcoal stove in

front of her as if she had fallen into a terrible environment again. She

couldn't help but shiver a few times.

"George III is already dead. The things that happened before will

definitely come to an end. Perhaps we can move out of this place and

head to North Borough or Hillston Borough.

"The houses there have fireplaces!"

Xio sat on a chair opposite her and similarly stared at the warm

furnace. She replied with a slightly confused expression, "Let's wait

another week or two.

"To be honest, I still can't believe that George III was killed so

easily... I didn't have time to do anything."

This bounty hunter, who had become a Judge, sounded disappointed,

confused, and puzzled. It felt as though she had lost her motivation in

life.

Fors temporarily forgot about the damage caused by the cold as she

consoled her, "I don't think that this was done by Gehrman Sparrow. It

was done by those people who used Shermane. They were the only ones

investigating the secret motives of George III. Your actions have

contributed to his death to a certain degree. It's as if you had exacted

your revenge in an indirect manner.

"Eh... There shouldn't be any more surveillance or suppressive measures

placed against your family. You can try to start a new life. If you have

the chance, you might be able to use proper channels to make an appeal

for your father."

Upon hearing the last few sentences, Xio raised her head.

"Yes, the situation is getting more and more chaotic now. I'm worried

that they'll be affected by the war.

"Fors, do you think it's safer to be in Backlund, or in an ordinary city

that isn't near the borders?"

Fors thought for a few seconds and shook her head calmly.

"I don't know."

She added, "I plan to ask Mr. World. He must have a better grasp of the

overall situation. Do you still remember? He warned us beforehand that

something would happen around George III, and to avoid approaching him."

In addition, Fors also wanted to ask where the next stop of her

"travels" would be so that she could make preparations early.

"Yes!" Xio nodded instinctively.

Fors flipped through the newspapers she supported with her knees, and

she drank the coffee she had left. Then, she slowly got up and entered

the room inside. She prayed to Mr. Fool in a low voice, asking "Him" to

pass her questions to The World Gehrman Sparrow.

In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, near the Giant King's Court.

Without being "Parasitized" at a deeper level, Klein followed Amon to

the foot of the mountain. In the frozen dusk, they circled to the front

of the mythical land.

Although Amon had given him a chance to escape, he wasn't in a hurry to

do so. This was because he knew very well that Amon had the strength and

level of at least a Sequence 2. "He" was an angel in the truest sense of

the word, an entity he couldn't fight head-on. Besides, a Marauder was

known as an "Error," a loophole, a bug. Its powers were very strange,

making it impossible to guard against. Klein believed that whatever

normal means he could come up with to save himself would be ineffective.

I can only stay patient and wait for an opportunity that can be used...

During this process, I have to keep making attempts to observe Amon's

response... Yes, I still have to take note of a problem: I can't believe

anything Amon says. "He" has already retrieved the Worm of Time and

removed my parasitized state. At least, in terms of my condition, "He"

isn't lying, but this might not be the whole truth. I can't rule out the

possibility that "He" has left a Worm of Time lurking in my body. "He"

might take control of my body at a critical moment... As these thoughts

surfaced in Klein's mind, he "chatted" with Amon, asking about Dark

Angel Sasrir. However, he saw that nearby, in the distance, the dusk was

fading away as darkness blanketed the area. Lightning bolts that snarled

from time to time lit up half the sky.

They had arrived at the boundary of the Giant King's Court and were

about to leave the mythical kingdom.

Once I'm in the darkness, I'll either evaporate into thin air or

encounter a sudden terrifying monster attack... With a thought, Klein

pretended not to know anything as he continued proceeding forward. He

went from the orange dusk and into the deep darkness.

At this moment, Amon, in his black classic robe and pointed hat,

accompanied with a monocle, reached out "His" hand and pulled back a

lantern covered in thin animal hide.

Inside the lantern, a candle made of some unknown oil emitted a faint

yellow light and a slightly pungent smell.

"Carry it." Amon threw the lantern at Klein.

"..." Klein caught the lantern and fell silent.

A few seconds later, he probed, "Where did you get this from?"

At that moment, Klein imagined that Amon had summoned a projection from

the Historical Void.

Amon pinched the crystal monocle and said with a smile, "I stole it from

the human camp up ahead. Oh, that's the City of Silver's Afternoon Town

camp."

It was stolen... Klein's eyelids twitched. He didn't ask further as he

carried the lantern into the endless darkness.

The dim yellow light was like an invisible defensive barrier as it

quickly spread out, creating a warm zone in the dark night.

At this moment, the lightning in the sky kept flashing. The gap between

them was rather long, and there was almost no thunder. It occasionally

boomed.

According to the general knowledge he had learned from Little Sun, this

was nighttime in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. It was the most

dangerous period.

As he proceeded forward, he first used the Faceless powers which had

undergone a qualitative change. Together with Creeping Hunger, he

adjusted his eye structure to adapt to this special environment.

Following that, he used his spiritual perception to survey his

surroundings.

He felt that, in the darkness, there were many eyes staring at him, with

creatures of indescribable shapes hidden. However, every time the

lightning lit up and shone brightly, there was nothing.

He wasn't worried at all about the serious backlash from using Creeping

Hunger while not feeding it. From his point of view, there were only two

outcomes. One was that Creeping Hunger attempted to devour him, but had

its thoughts stolen away by Amon. The second was that Creeping Hunger

successfully devoured him, the wearer, allowing him to be resurrected;

thus, escaping from his current predicament. The latter was something he

was looking forward to, while the former didn't offer any losses, other

than leaving Creeping Hunger somewhat perplexed.

After proceeding forward for a while, he saw the City of Silver's

Afternoon Town camp that was built using an abandoned building.

Beyond those boulders and walls that were formed by stone pillars, the

bonfire quietly burned and illuminated most of the areas inside, making

them completely different from the outside world.

The members of the City of Silver's exploration team were either

patrolling or watching the area under the light's illumination to

prevent any accidents.

One of them was a Dawn Paladin who was nearly 2.3 meters tall. He was

standing at the top of a stronghold and looking into the distance, wary

of the monsters hidden in the darkness.

Suddenly, he saw a faint yellow flame coming from afar in the darkness.

This... This Dawn Paladin's pupils dilated as his heart raced.

Apart from newborns and children who had yet to receive education,

everyone in the City of Silver knew that this land had been forsaken by

God. No one else would use fire in the darkness to create light. Even

monsters who were good at controlling flames would be hidden in a dark

environment before they attacked. As for the other humans, all the

cities that the City of Silver had discovered to date had already been

destroyed and turned to ruins. There were no survivors. The only

outsider they had seen to date was the strange little boy, Jack.

And at that moment, a flame appeared in the depths of the darkness, one

that was constantly moving!

What does this mean? The Dawn Paladin who was standing in the stronghold

couldn't think of anything at that moment. He could only feel his body

trembling slightly.

The dim yellow light slowly approached from afar. It passed by the

campsite and headed beyond Afternoon Town. Vaguely, the Dawn Knight saw

two silhouettes that belonged to humans. They walked deep into the

darkness, and their silhouettes were strangely illuminated by the light.

Holding what looked like a lantern, they slowly left the camp and

disappeared into the endless darkness.

At some point in time, the Dawn Paladin was already holding his breath

until the faint yellow light was completely gone.

There are other humans? No, they can't be humans! The Dawn Paladin's

eyes narrowed as he carefully turned around to inform the Elder of the

six-member council presiding over this camp.

At this moment, he discovered that one of the lanterns hanging on a

stone pillar was missing.

This Dawn Paladin's body stiffened as cold sweat broke out on his

forehead.

As he walked away from Afternoon Town, Klein endured the stares of

numerous pairs of eyes in the depths of the darkness. He secretly made

use of the powers of a Scholar of Yore, as well as his connection with

Sefirah Castle, to sense the grayish-white fog that was interwoven

through history.

He had succeeded.

This proved that the Forsaken Land of the Gods wasn't isolated from

Sefirah Castle.

The holy residence of the True Creator, or even the divine kingdom, is

located in this piece of land... If I were to trigger Sefirah Castle and

create an anomaly, would it cause "Him" to cast "His" gaze over and

clash with Amon... "He" is a true god. I don't have extravagant hopes in

escaping in the chaos, but I can seize the opportunity to commit suicide

when "He" is dealing with Amon... With a thought, Klein wanted to make

Sefirah Castle quake slightly.

In the next second, this thought disappeared.

The corners of Amon's mouth curled up slightly as he walked beside him.

"The Hanged Man has no interest in Sefirah Castle. Of course, 'His'

rationality might not be constant."

Klein didn't have extravagant hopes that his impulsive thought could

truly succeed. He mainly wanted to test Amon's reaction and see what

"His" response was. At that moment, he didn't feel depressed, nor did he

hide his curiosity in asking a question, "The Hanged Man is referring to

the Sequence 0 of the Shepherd pathway?"

Amon nodded slightly and said, "That's right. This symbolizes

degeneration. Of course, if you want to explain it in a positive light,

that is sacrifice and responsibility."

Klein thought for a moment before probing, "I thought this was a

nickname you came up with."

Just like Medici.

Based on what he knew, the True Creator was born because of Rose

Redemption. It was very likely related to the death of the ancient sun

god. Therefore, he wanted to know what kind of attitude Amon had towards

this evil god, and whether it was the same as "His" brother.

Amon nudged his monocle and chuckled.

"I've always respected the gods."

To have a Blasphemer say this sounds really contradictory... Helpless,

Klein put a stop to the topic.