Chapter 1267: Welcome

Beyond the open grayish-blue door, a flight of stone stairs led to a sea

that glowed with golden light. This, along with boundless light, once

again entered the eyes of the residents of the City of Silver such as

Liaval and Candice.

As members of the former expedition team, this wasn't the first time

they had seen such a scene. Even so, their souls remained deeply shocked

as they subconsciously held their breaths.

With the Thunder God's Roar hammer in hand, Derrick stood at the front

with his two-meter-tall, wide-shouldered build. He was silent.

Nearly a minute later, Liaval probed, "Elder Berg, when are we leaving?"

He was a Sequence 5 Guardian who stood at nearly 2.5 meters tall. This

made his limbs' physical proportions slightly abnormal.

Derrick stared at the sea that was rippling with golden spots for a few

seconds before saying, "Wait a while longer."

At this moment, several days had passed since he opened the door. He had

led the expedition team back to the City of Silver with the ashes of the

Chief and Elder Lovia, as well as their characteristics and Sealed

Artifacts. He had also used the secret to obtain the trust of the

current Chief of the six-member council, Waite Chirmont.

This time, Derrick led the twenty City of Silver Beyonders to do

reconnaissance so as to find a safe passage to confirm the situation of

the outside world.

On this matter, he had rejected Mr. World's suggestion of using the

Staff of the Stars to directly transfer the entire City of Silver from

the Forsaken Land of the Gods. He wanted to use his feet to take in the

path of hope. He wanted to remember what the "light" that the City of

Silver had finally found after experiencing two thousand years of

persistence and sacrifice was like.

Upon hearing Elder Derrick's answer, the members of the expedition team,

such as Liaval and Candice, didn't say much. They all took a step back

and continued enjoying the scenery.

They still didn't trust Derrick Berg much. After all, he had a close

relationship with outsiders. And the Chief and Elder Lovia had both died

during the previous expedition. Only this Unshadowed and that outsider

had survived. If not for the six-member council choosing to believe him,

they would definitely be hostile and wary.

After an unknown period of time, the shimmering sea was suddenly

enveloped by darkness.

Deep in the darkness, they could barely make out a thin fog. In the fog,

there was a black pointed cathedral with all sorts of buildings. It gave

people the feeling that it was both real and illusory.

Derrick and company were no stranger to darkness. He instinctively

glowed, while those who needed to light up candles did so. They did it

hurriedly without any signs of turmoil.

After the twenty-one-strong team was protected by light, they looked

with curiosity at the town and fleeting pedestrians in the fog, unable

to understand what was going on.

This wasn't the darkness they were familiar with.

At this moment, the naturally glowing Derrick raised his left hand and

said in a low voice, "Let's set off."

Without waiting for his team members to respond, he took the first step

through the door and followed the stone steps outside, taking one step

after another into the darkness.

Everyone exchanged looks, then gritted their teeth. Without falling

behind, they followed the newly-appointed six-member council Elder,

Derrick Berg, out of the Giant King's residence.

In the rich darkness, as they walked down the stairs, their eyes

suddenly lit up. They saw an orange glow and a row of black

cloister-like buildings.

"Is this the outside world?" Candice looked around warily and curiously.

She realized that all of them had unknowingly walked to the opposite

side of the Giant King's Court and were separated by a sea of orange-red

from where they were.

"No." Derrick compared the current environment to Mr. World's and Ma'am

Hermit's description. He nodded slightly and said, "We still need to

wait here for a while. Feel free to find a spot to rest."

This Unshadowed, who no longer had any hint of adolescence, calmly

arranged everything.

Liaval looked at the tightly shut black cloister and asked in

puzzlement, "Is there no need to explore this place in search of an

exit?"

"There's no need." Derrick shook his head.

The members of the reconnaissance team didn't ask further, nor did they

rest. They remained standing in their spots and waited patiently.

As time passed, blinding sunlight suddenly shone into this world,

turning everything bright and white. It then dimmed and vanished.

Everyone subconsciously looked around and saw the golden sea once again.

They felt a terrifying aura that daunted them from looking straight at.

However, unlike before, they were already on an island. Behind them were

huge patches of golden strange plants with smiling faces. They didn't

seem to have any signs of degeneration or abnormalities, making every

member of the City of Silver's reconnaissance team experience the joy of

life.

We're really outside... It really is a different world...

Liaval, Candice, and company found it impossible to contain the

amazement in their hearts.

They immediately confirmed a fact:

Elder Derrick didn't betray the City of Silver. His cooperation with the

outsider really had the goal of leading everyone out of the cursed land.

"Elder Berg..." Candice stammered. "Thank you."

Derrick nodded slightly, his back straight.

Instead of expressing the apologetic feelings in his heart like Candice,

Liaval looked around and asked, "Elder Berg, how should we leave this

place? Build a boat?"

The term "building a boat" was only limited to the words in their

history books, so it sounded rather odd.

"There doesn't seem to be any materials here that we can use to build a

boat..." Candice and company immediately inspected the small island, but

they couldn't find any trees or plants.

Derrick shook his head again.

"There's no need. Wait a little longer..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a black shadow loom across

the horizon.

The shadow grew bigger as it quickly followed the safe sea route between

the golden spots of light.

Not long after, the shadow revealed its outline. It was a hybrid ship

with smoke spewing out from it. With all its sails up, the ship hung a

blue sea serpent flag.

"A boat?"

"That's a boat?"

As Liaval, Candice, and company kept their vigilance up, they posed

questions.

Derrick had received some general education at the Tarot Club. He was an

experienced person who had seen pictures of various ships. Upon hearing

this, he nodded slightly and said, "That's right."

As they spoke, the ship approached, making the figure standing at the

ship's bow gradually become clearer.

It was a black-cloaked man with yellow eyebrows and dark blue eyes. He

jumped onto the masthead and spread his arms slightly to the people of

the City of Silver.

Upon seeing this scene, Derrick, who had been maintaining his stern

attitude, secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that everything was

as he had expected. No accidents had happened.

Danitz originally wanted to jump off the ship and walk in front of the

believers of Mr. Fool to announce that they had been saved, but after

glancing at the height of the people from the City of Silver, he

silently held himself back.

Standing on the masthead, he completely widened his arms and said to

Derrick and company with a reserved smile, "Welcome to the world of

light promised by God!"

In the ancient palace above the fog.

Klein sat on the high-back chair belonging to The Fool. Through the

crimson star that symbolized The Sun, he watched the entire process of

the City of Silver's expedition team's progress. He was constantly

prepared to deal with any accidents.

When the "history," which had been sealed for thousands of years, had

combined with the "present," with them boarding the ship that originated

from the new government of the Rorsted Archipelago, and leaving the most

dangerous, core region of the ruins of the battle of gods was over, he

heaved a sigh of relief. He put down the Staff of the Stars and beckoned

for two items.

They were the Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic that had seeped

out of the "curtain," and the Worm of Star from Saint of Secrets Botis.

After some thought, Klein reached out his left hand and grabbed a large

blob of a dark red liquid from the Historical Void.

This was Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar's blood. There was exactly 300mls of

it, and it was the core supplementary ingredient of the Miracle Invoker

potion.

Of course, as a supplementary material, it only had one purpose---to

reduce the negative effects of the Beyonder characteristic and reduce

the corresponding mysticism influence. Therefore, it didn't matter if it

was a historical projection. After all, as long as it could play its

role during the potion's concoction and consumption, Klein would have

either succeeded or failed in his advancement by the time the historical

projection expired. If he failed, he would've broken down into a

monster. If he succeeded, he would've become a Miracle Invoker and

gained initial control of the Beyonder characteristic. There was no need

for the supplementary ingredient's effects.

Following that, Klein took out something from the fog of history.

It was a ringed Worm of Time.

As he had a strong psychological trauma towards Amon, Klein had chosen

to summon a Worm of Time that Pallez Zoroast had once given to him, lest

anything unexpected happened.

After preparing the materials, he conjured a metal pot and threw the

300mls of blood from Dark Demonic Wolf into it. Then, he placed the Worm

of Time and sparkling Worm of Star inside, one after another.

The black and red liquid in the cauldron turned dark, its surface

becoming translucent and clean. Deep in the cauldron was a dark vortex.

Without any hesitation, Klein picked up the Miracle Invoker Beyonder

characteristic.

It resembled a heart, transparent like a crystal, but there were tiny

bubbles emerging from time to time. Every bubble seemed to contain an

illusion.

When the Beyonder characteristic came into contact with the liquid in

the metallic pot, it immediately merged into it, causing the darkness to

instantly deepen, making it seem as though countless eyes were opened at

the same time.

After staring at it for a few seconds, he poured the concocted Miracle

Invoker potion into a glass bottle, and he used the bestowment ritual to

bring it to the real world.

On an uninhabited island in the Sonia Sea, Klein, who had "Teleported"

over, looked at the potion in his hand. He suddenly felt a little

hesitant. This was because once he became an angel, his body would

inevitably be affected by the Beyonder characteristic. He would become

colder and crueler, becoming more and more indifferent towards life. He

needed sufficient anchors to maintain his humanity.

This wasn't something that could be avoided by completely digesting the

potion using the "acting method" he grasped. Back then, Emperor Roselle

went through the early stages smoothly, but when he became a Sequence 2

angel, he nearly mutated, almost losing control.

As for the angels that he knew, they looked normal on the surface, but

he had no idea what they were like when they were hiding behind the

scenes.

If one could obtain a long life at Sequence 4 and Sequence 3, allowing

them to live for more than a thousand years, a saint really didn't have

much motivation to become an angel.

Combined with the saying that the higher one's Sequence was, the closer

one was to the Primordial One, he suddenly understood why Demoness of

White Katarina only rose from Sequence 4 to Sequence 3 in a thousand

years.

But I have no way out... After a brief moment of silence,

Klein sighed silently.

Nearby threats like Amon and Zaratul, and the approaching days of the

apocalypse, as well as the fact that he was previously unable to

interfere with the war, these all pushed him towards becoming an angel.

He didn't want to simply contribute his strength through donations.

His eyes flickered for a few seconds before they returned to their calm

state. He picked up the potion bottle and poured the liquid inside into

his mouth.