Chapter 1163: Approaching

Above the gray fog, the crimson star representing The Star also

burgeoned and contracted. The rippling light gradually overlapped with

the other ripples created by the other three crimson stars, turning into

a tidal wave that surged through the entire mysterious space, causing

the space to vibrate slightly.

After describing the matter related to Klein, Leonard ended his prayers

and waited for Mr. Fool to respond.

However, he still didn't receive any feedback after nearly fifteen

minutes.

Mr. Fool has always been very responsive... Leonard couldn't

help but mutter.

After a few seconds of silence, Pallez Zoroast reminded with a

slightly-aged voice, "Recall what The Fool said recently."

Leonard thought carefully and slowly said, "In the middle of the week,

'He' reminded us not to head into the woods in the northwestern

outskirts of Backlund... Yes, 'He' seemed to hint that the gathering

might not be held as planned..."

"As expected." Pallez Zoroast let out a long sigh and said,

*"The Fool had predicted Amon's appearance to a certain extent. 'They'

might be fighting in different domains now. One of them wishes to hold

onto Sefirah Castle, while the other wishes to become the new owner of

Sefirah Castle. Your former colleague has unfortunately been embroiled

in this matter."*

"Mr. Fool had expected this? Is this a trap 'He' laid for Amon?"

Leonard's green eyes lit up as he blurted out.

Pallez spent a significant amount of time thinking as "He" spoke much

slower.

*"Perhaps that's the case. Perhaps it's because Amon exploited the trap

and took the initiative. Don't underestimate a Blasphemer, a powerful

King of Angels."*

According to what Leonard knew, Mr. Fool was either the owner of the

Sefirah Castle who was slowly recovering, corresponding to some unknown

deity in history, or "He" was the embodiment of sefirot. Currently, "He"

was unable to control "His" authority and strength very well, something

that could be fixed with a further qualitative change.

And regardless of the possibilities, Mr. Fool was still unable to reach

the level of a true deity. He was likely on the same level as the King

of Angels.

Under such circumstances, it was rather normal that Mr. Fool and the

terrifying Blasphemer would undergo an intense battle. After all, that

person was one of "Them," one of the strongest hidden existences beneath

the deities. "He" was even more powerful than the Hidden Sage that was

usually categorized as an evil god. Even deities were somewhat

apprehensive towards "Him."

"..." Leonard couldn't help but tense up. He asked in a low voice

worriedly, "Old Man, do you have any way to provide any help? Isn't Amon

your greatest enemy?"

Such help might be limited, but it should be able to pull Klein out of

the maelstrom.

Upon hearing that, Pallez Zoroast laughed and said with an obvious

self-deprecating tone, "Aren't you expecting too much from me?

*"Indeed, if Amon obtains Sefirah Castle, I'll definitely die at 'His'

hands. I might not be able to survive this winter. And if Sefirah Castle

is left with The Fool, I might have a chance of surviving in the

future.*

*"But would an old man like me, who has just recovered to Sequence 2,

have the ability to interfere with a battle at this level?*

*"Even if I were to use the Yesterday Once More charms, what can I do in

the short time span of two to three seconds? Yes, yes. At the critical

moment, I might be able to help The Fool warp the situation, but I don't

even know where 'They' are fighting. How can I seize the

opportunity?"*

Leonard fell silent after hearing Old Man's long answer. He immediately

bowed his head and raised his hands to press them against the sides of

his head. He muttered to himself, "Don't tell me that I can only watch

helplessly..."

Pallez sighed and said, *"Be patient. All we can do now is be

patient.*

*"The Fool and Evernight, and some other deities and Kings of Angels

seem to have some tacit understanding with each other. They might even

be cooperating with one another. 'They' will not allow Amon to take away

Sefirah Castle.*

*"Wait patiently. Perhaps it won't take long for a window of opportunity

to appear."*

Leonard straightened his body and leaned back. He took a deep breath and

exhaled.

"I understand."

The Blue Avenger, which had been ordered by the Church of the Lord of

Storms to attack the port and Feysacian merchant ships near the waters

of Sonia Island, was hiding somewhere outside the safe sea route.

Alger Wilson stood behind the window of the captain's cabin, using his

extremely distant vision to stare at the long coastline.

To this "newly advanced" Ocean Songster's point of view, many captains

who received similar missions were the cream of the crop of the

Mid-Sequence Beyonders. Their joint operation would definitely be able

to effectively harm the traffic flow of Feysacian waters.

This also meant that an attack from Feysac would be reasonably fierce,

with a high chance of a Sequence 4 demigod leading the attack. Of

course, one couldn't eliminate the possibility of a Sequence 3 War

Bishop or Silver Knight appearing.

This was a dangerous development for Alger. He didn't wish to put

himself in such danger.

At the same time, his crew, colleagues, and partners would monitor each

other, preventing anyone from deserting. If Alger were to skive and walk

on the edge of danger, it wouldn't take long for him to consider killing

most of the crew members and become a true pirate, or lose the Blue

Avenger and return to Pasu Island for an internal probe.

*After this operation ends, the captains who could still survive

wouldn't exceed a third...* Alger calmly analyzed the situation

and quickly came up with a plan to avoid danger.

That was to participate in the operation, but not take center stage.

Alger planned on using a "surprise attack" on the port while his

brethren frenetically attacked the Feysacian merchant and supply ships.

This would bring the people on board his ship onto Sonia Island,

allowing them to lay in ambush in a primeval forest. Occasionally, he

would cause some minor disturbances to the port which were easily

managed. This way, the Feysac demigods would definitely cast their gazes

at the sea, and not towards him.

At the same time, in the eyes of the crew, he would be a role model who

was willing to take great risks to enter the enemy's borders.

After thinking through all the details, Alger immediately gathered the

crew and repeated his plans. Finally, he emphasized, "This will be very

dangerous. Trust me, it's very, very dangerous. We won't be able to

advance and retreat like we can at sea. We might be surrounded by

enemies at any time, but such an attack will definitely exceed the

expectations of the Feysacians, and it will give us the outcome we want.

"Are you willing to remain on the ship as cowards, or do you want to

follow me into battle as a hero to show your devotion to the Lord?"

The crew members felt their blood boiling as they rashly said, "F\*ck

the Feysacians!"

"Very good." Alger felt relieved as he struck his right fist on his left

breast. "May the Storm be with us!"

"May the Storm be with us!" the sailors saluted and shouted.

After making the necessary arrangements, Alger believed that he needed

to borrow the Unshadowed Crucifix as soon as possible so as to purge the

excess Ocean Songster's Beyonder characteristic. Although he had

exaggerated the danger of landing on the island, there was still a

certain level of danger involved. Therefore, he wanted to quickly

recover to his optimal condition.

And he had long understood Mr. Fool's earlier hint. He felt that tonight

or tomorrow morning, Mr. Fool would officially inform them that the

gathering was to be canceled.

Of course, there were some ideas in the deepest depths of Alger's heart.

He suspected that every time Mr. Fool canceled the Tarot Club, something

had happened to "Him." He wanted to use this prayer to test if this

mighty existence was still normal.

*No, I can't. Thou shalt not test God... This isn't a test. Mr. Fool

didn't hint that I can't pray to "Him" recently. Besides, borrowing the

Unshadowed Crucifix is something I really need to do within the next few

days...* Alger paced back and forth, unable to make a decision.

At this moment, he heard the sound of waves crashing. Through the

additional type of vision provided by the ghost ship, he saw the water

part as a huge fish-type creature appeared.

The strange-looking giant fish opened its mouth and spat out a small

metal ball that landed on the deck.

Alger nodded and expressed his gratitude with his singing.

This was a sea creature that the Church of the Lord of Storms had tamed.

In this operation, it and its companions were the messengers between the

various ships and the islands.

Upon receiving his gratitude, the giant fish-like creature trembled.

With a flick of its tail, it headed deep into the sea and swam into the

distance.

Alger looked at it silently for two seconds before summoning a gust of

wind to bring the metal ball into the captain's cabin.

He twisted open the metal ball and took out the piece of paper inside.

Alger's eyes froze from a mere glance at it.

George III has been assassinated... Alger repeated the content

with a heavy expression before recalling The World Gehrman Sparrow's

reminder and Mr. Fool's hints.

This time, he no longer hesitated. He locked the room and softly

muttered the honorific name, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this

era..."

*These prayers are almost becoming a choral symphony... Mr. Hanged Man

wants to borrow the Unshadowed Crucifix from Little Sun? Leonard...

Yes... These voices are stacked over one another, undulating in pitch

and volume. It's making the surroundings tremble...* Klein

rubbed his temples, having a feeling that he had been struck by

lightning from every direction.

At this moment, he followed Amon deeper into the desolate moors and saw

the grayish-yellow fog that blanketed the area. There were a few ravines

and in the deep, dark depths, there were plenty of things roaming.

Compared to the quiet, lurking monsters from before, the ones here were

rather special.

The pointy-hatted Amon raised his hand to nudge his monocle and pointed

ahead with a smile.

"Another half a day and we should be reaching our final destination."

"Half a day... It hasn't been a day yet... Didn't you say three days?"

Klein's pupils seemingly dilated.

Amon smiled and said, "I said not more than three days.

"One day is not more than three days, too.

Upon saying that, the King of Angels paused and asked with piqued

interest, "Did I hamper your arrangements?

"Are you feeling more despair?"

Klein didn't answer as he suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed into

the void beside him.