Chapter 1211: Unimaginable

As the carriage drove slowly along the road, Audrey's gaze

subconsciously looked out the window.

Many passers-by stood by the roadside, staring at the horse that was

pulling the carriage. Their eyes seemed to be emitting a greedy glint as

they, the lucky ones, successfully collected their food. They ran

through the streets surreptitiously and headed for home.

A team of policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms were

patrolling the streets. They had revolvers by their waists and batons in

their hands---means to deter anyone from wanting to take risks.

"Recently, we don't even dare to go on the streets alone..." the

personal maidservant, Annie, whispered to her.

Audrey nodded slightly but didn't respond.

After a while, the carriage arrived at Phelps Street and stopped at the

square in front of Saint Samuel Cathedral.

The flock of pigeons that were usually here was nowhere to be seen.

The Loen Charity Bursary Foundation, as well as the subsequent

establishment of the Loen Poverty Relief Foundation and the Loen Medical

Charity Foundation, had all moved from 22 Phelps Street to a few small

rooms in the cathedral. This was because the buildings that they were

originally housed in had collapsed due to the previous airstrike.

To the staff of these three foundations, it was a harrowing memory. If

they hadn't left 22 Phelps Street in advance due to different reasons,

they would've long been killed.

After alighting from the carriage and walking through the main door,

Audrey saw a black-haired, brown-eyed girl with a rather thin face

approach.

Before the other party could speak, she said, "Melissa, is there any

more food that can be distributed?"

Melissa shook her head solemnly.

"Even those injured soldiers who we provided relief for can't receive

enough food..."

Audrey's green eyes dimmed. She didn't show her helplessness or weakness

as she nodded slightly.

"I will think of a way."

"From the City of Silver...

"From a land beyond the cursed lands."

Gehrman Sparrow's words echoed in the ears of the Moon City hunting team

members---A'dal, Xin, and Rus. It made them feel like they were in a

dream, unable to regain their senses for a long time.

Just as A'dal gradually regained his senses and was thinking about what

to say when Xin, who was born without a nose, inundated Klein with a

series of questions.

"Where is the City of Silver? What does it look like? How far is it from

here?

"How many normal people are there outside the cursed area?"

Klein glanced at her and replied in an emotionless voice, "The City of

Silver is located on the other side of the cursed lands. They discovered

a type of plant that can be eaten normally called 'Black-Faced Grass.'

This has allowed them to maintain their kind's stability and effectively

explore the depths of the darkness in a bid to find a way to leave.

"They recently found some mushrooms. These mushrooms can use monsters as

nutrients, forming all kinds of fruits that do not contain toxins and

madness.

"The City of Silver has gone one step further in escaping the madness.

Once the newborns become adults, they wouldn't easily lose control even

at old age..."

These words made A'dal, Xin and company feel lost, as though their own

persistent efforts had no meaning.

The City of Silver described by Gehrman Sparrow was the most beautiful

scene they could imagine; yet, it was something so easily possessed by

others.

"...Are there any deformed newborns?" Xin asked in a dreamy tone.

Klein shook his head.

"Almost none."

"Will their parents walk into the depths of the darkness by themselves

when their physical condition deteriorates---no, when they become old?"

A'dal subconsciously pressed.

Wearing a black trench coat, a top hat, and holding a lantern, Klein

replied, "No.

"Because they are burdened with the curse of killing their own kin. If a

life cannot be ended by the hands of a blood relative, they will turn

into a terrifying evil spirit or monster."

The members of the hunting team in Moon City finally found a sense of

reality. Their hearts felt like they were slowly rising in warm water as

bubbles slowly emerged.

These bubbles were weak, empty, and easily pricked. There was nothing

inside, but they shimmered with something called hope and light.

Rus, whose eyes were nearly squeezed together, couldn't help but repeat

the question:

"How many normal people are there outside the cursed area?"

Klein looked at them with a complicated expression.

"They are basically normal. They do not need to be constantly worried

about monsters attacking them. They don't have to be afraid of being in

the darkness. They don't go crazy after growing old. They aren't

burdened by all kinds of curses. They see sunlight every day when they

wake up, with sufficiently normal food. Every night, the crimson moon

rises..."

However, all of this is being destroyed now... Klein silently

added in his heart.

This time, A'dal, Xin, and Rus were somewhat at a loss. This was because

they found Gehrman Sparrow's description as something imaginable, but

also seemingly unimaginable. It was just like when they were reading the

few ancient books remaining. They could get the spirit of the matter but

found it hard to truly understand certain contexts.

They had no idea what the sun and what the crimson moon were.

However, to have normal food every day without the burden of various

curses, the worry of monster attacks or darkness, and the lack of going

crazy in old age was a beautiful dream they yearned for day and night.

*There's such a place in this world? Is this what Heaven, as recorded in

the ancient books, is? Was this land really cursed?* The members

of the Moon City hunting team fell silent once again.

One of them opened their mouth but was at a loss as to what to ask.

Someone wanted to bring Gehrman Sparrow back to Moon City and inform the

High Priest of the news, wanting to inform everyone, but he was afraid

of attracting danger.

During this process, they didn't let down their guard or vigilance.

Klein wasn't the least bit surprised with their attitude. Instead, he

felt that this was the reaction a civilization that could last to this

day in the Forsaken Land of the Gods ought to have.

With the lantern in hand, he took a step to the left, attempting to walk

around the humans who were dressed in strange materials or animal skins,

and he continued heading east.

Regardless of what story these people had, whether it was worth helping

them in passing, he planned to wait until he began his investigations

before listening and considering things. This was because his spiritual

intuition told him that his destination wasn't far, and that the

legendary West Continent was just two to three hours away on foot.

The moment he took a step forward, A'dal and company immediately bent

their backs, bracing themselves to defend and attack. However, they

didn't manage to see Gehrman Sparrow approach them. They watched as he

walked more than ten meters to the left and continue heading forward.

Seeing this young man dressed in strange black clothes and a strange

black hat, with a strange and transparent lantern gradually distancing

himself from them, the dim yellow light grew weaker and weaker. A'dal's

face which was covered in tumors changed. He shouted loudly, "Who

exactly are you?"

Klein didn't turn around. Instead, he held the lantern that emitted a

faint yellow light and walked deeper into the darkness. He said in a

regular tone, "A missionary.

"A person to spread my Lord's brilliance."

A'dal, Xin, and company looked at each other, their expressions filled

with confusion.

They hesitated for a long while, but when there was only a small trace

of the dim yellow light left, they instinctively took a step forward and

followed behind Klein.

They didn't dare to approach him, nor did they want to have him leave

their sight. They carried the food they had procured, as though they

were monitoring and chasing him in a defensive manner. As for Klein, he

walked at an adequate speed---not waiting for them or attempting to

shake them off.

Just like that, both sides walked in silence under the sparse lightning.

At some point in time, Rus and another hunting team had left the main

group. They held the animal hide lantern and the food they had obtained

and turned around, silently disappearing into the endless darkness.

Seconds changed to minutes before Klein finally stopped.

Using the lightning that streaked across the sky, he saw a grayish-white

fog a few hundred meters away.

The mist was connected to the land and extended all the way into the

sky, as though it didn't have an apex.

At the same time, the fog extended to the two sides without any end.

Klein looked at it intently for a long time. Even though there were

partitions of darkness, he slowly raised his head. After the second bolt

of lightning calmed down, he looked away.

*Behind the fog or inside it is the disappeared Western

Continent?* As he thought with a heavy heart, he couldn't help

but slow down his breathing.

He carried the lantern and continued forward until the dim yellow light

emitted a solidified mist.

There was no need for him to make any other attempts. From his intuition

as a Seer, he could tell that the grayish-white fog was an invisible

barrier that couldn't be passed through by conventional means.

He thought for a moment and stretched out his right hand to scratch at

the darkness in front of him again and again.

After doing it four to five consecutive times, Klein pulled out a black

cane with many gems embedded in it.

This was the Staff of the Stars, a terrifying Sealed Artifact known as

0-62 that had been swapped using the Box of the Great Old Ones!

Of course, all he did was summon the historical projection of the Staff

of the Stars.

This way, even if there were unnecessary scenes that appeared in his

mind, he could use the removal of the Historical Void projection to stop

any corresponding dangers that appeared in a timely manner.

To a Scholar of Yore, this was the best way to regularly use a Grade 0

Sealed Artifact. However, this limited the effects and was something

that couldn't exceed three minutes at the moment. Furthermore, there was

a certain difference with the original version when it came to their

effects. Using a marionette to hold the Staff of the Stars wasn't the

best way to avoid any negative effects. This was because a marionette

needed to be controlled, and any control had a high chance of

transmitting scenes.

Of course, if he engaged in a battle he was prepared for, Klein wouldn't

have done so. This was because it would occupy one of his three precious

summoning spots. Furthermore, although the Staff of the Stars belonged

to him, it was only in a state of forced ownership, and it remained in a

sealed state. Furthermore, the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact had a rather high

level. It was impossible for Klein to successfully summon it at once, so

it usually took him three to six attempts. In a fierce battle, it would

require plenty of chances---nothing simple.

And it was precisely because of this that when he was prepared to

"perform," he would hypnotize himself in advance. By using the Staff of

the Stars in a special state, he would preserve the ability to summon

Historical Void images like Miss Messenger, Mr. Azik, Ma'am Arianna,

Will Auceptin, and other familiar angels.

Holding the black staff that was embedded with various gems, a scene of

the door slowly opening appeared in Klein's mind.

The gems on the staff flashed with a faint glow as the grayish-white fog

quickly outlined a door that wasn't sufficiently real.

The door opened silently, and behind it was still a gray fog.

Door Opening doesn't work... Although he wasn't surprised by

the outcome, he was still a little disappointed.

He thought for a moment and decided to switch tactics.

However, just as he was thinking about it, the Staff of the Stars

automatically activated as the corresponding scene appeared.