Chapter 667: Prayer

They're gone?

There's only darkness?

Faced with such a sudden change, Derrick's first reaction wasn't horror;

instead, he clasped his hands together and pressed it to his mouth.

Pure light was emitted out of his body as he dispersed the surrounding

darkness, illuminating every corner of the underground chamber.

In Derrick's living environment, darkness was the most terrifying

existence. Once they left the City of Silver, they had to constantly

maintain the existence of light. Even a brief loss of light couldn't

last for more than five seconds.

When Derrick first joined the exploration teams and lacked experience,

he had nearly killed himself because of such a mistake. Thankfully, the

Chief was standing nearby.

As the light slowly and continuously radiated from him, Derrick raised

his tightly-gripped Axe of Hurricane and carefully observed his

surroundings.

He discovered that apart from Haim and Joshua---teammates who had

entered the underground chamber with him---vanishing, the stone slabs

and tufts of black hair on the walls had turned blood-red at some point

in time. They were moist as though they had just been sprayed on.

This calmed down Derrick, who was well-versed with exploration

materials, to realize a possibility. The problem didn't stem from Haim

or Joshua, but himself!

*All I did was approach the altar and silently read three names...

Typically speaking, even angels will require someone to read or write

down an accurate honorific name in its complete form before they can

receive "prayers." And it's supposedly limited by range... I wonder if

the Kings of Angels require the same conditions...*

*Uh, one of those three names was the key to activating the hidden

powers in the altar. I triggered the problem by using Jotun which can

stir the powers of nature? No, that's not right. It needs to be said out

loud. Even if these are the true names of the Kings of Angels, I've

never faced such problems in the past...* Derrick anxiously

turned his body while feeling perplexed. He returned to the altar and

came to the stone table.

He was surprised to see that the words and symbols on the stone table

were a lot more complete and clearer than before. It was as though the

host of the ritual had just drawn it.

The words were written in three languages. They were in Jotun,

Dragonese, and a language that Derrick couldn't recognize. However, he

suspected that it was the ancient Hermes previously mentioned by Miss

Justice and Mr. Hanged Man. This was because he had a basic

understanding of some words from the conversations during the Tarot

Gathering. They were rather similar to the words used on the stone

table.

The content expressed by Jotun and Dragonese were identical. They

repeated the three names and their corresponding titles.

Angel of Fate, Ouroboros;

Red Angel, Medici;

Dark Angel, Sasrir.

Following these names and titles was an entity Derrick was very familiar

with.

Rose Redemption!

*Sasrir really is a King of Angels, one known as Dark Angel. "He," Angel

of Fate, and Red Angel are the founders of Rose Redemption? I wonder if

Mr. Fool knows anything about "Him"... "He" definitely knows a lot...

The words in ancient Hermes should likely be the same content... In

Afternoon Town, which had already converted to the faith of the Lord

that created everything, there were residents who were secretly

worshiping the three Kings of Angels beside the Lord...* Upon

having this thought, Derrick suddenly felt a chill run down his back. He

felt as though he was close to the reason why the Creator had abandoned

this land.

When he looked up again, he saw that the walls remained red, but Haim

and Joshua were still nowhere to be seen.

*Silently repeating them didn't do a thing. Perhaps they don't produce

any effects on their own...* Derrick drew a breath as he raised

his Axe of Hurricane. He carefully walked towards the entrance of the

underground chamber, hoping to find the problem at its roots, so as to

determine what led to his present situation.

One step, two steps, three steps. Like a gigantic candle, he returned to

the hall upstairs.

There were rich shadows here, making it gloomy and eerily silent. The

rotting chairs and the remnants of stone tables remained sitting there

in silence, no different from before.

Failing to find Joshua and Haim, Derrick could only walk towards the

window while he felt high-strung. He wanted to see if he could encounter

other members of the exploration team.

Thud... Thud... Amidst light footstep sounds, he approached a

huge hole that should've been a window sill. He leaned forward and

looked outside.

Countless dark buildings spread out, either tall or short, as they

extended outwards like steps.

The lightning in the air happened at a very low frequency as many

windows had candlelight emitting out of them. The dim yellow flames

danced but weren't extinguished.

This... Derrick couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of

saliva. He felt as though all the residents were still living in peace

just before Afternoon Town encountered its cataclysm.

Haim, who was carrying an animal hide lantern, didn't need to bend his

back to enter the underground chamber. He jokingly said to Joshua, "This

house must belong to a human, but their family definitely has giant's

bloodline in them. They're probably my height. Tsk, the last time we

went to that ruined city, we had to bow our heads when using the main

doors!"

Having a giant's bloodline didn't necessarily mean that they had giant

blood flowing in them. Instead, it referred to a physical characteristic

that was inherited by descendants thanks to the consumption of the

pathway's potion. Being tall was one of its manifestations.

Joshua looked up at Haim and scoffed.

"That was you. I didn't need to."

"But you won't take long before you can advance. When the time comes,

you won't be shorter than me," Haim said with a smile before glancing at

Derrick via the corner of his eye. It was to prevent any accidents from

happening when Derrick approached the altar.

Joshua thought before saying, "Actually, I'm very curious. Chief is a

Sequence 4 Demon Hunter. He should be like an ordinary giant with a

height of three to four meters. Why does he look very ordinary, with him

being only half a head taller than me?"

Haim subconsciously surveyed the area and said, "Rumor has it that the

Chief has a giant form."

"A giant form? Will his clothes tear when he becomes a giant?" Joshua

asked with a laugh.

"Unless his clothes and pants are mystical items." Haim and Joshua

exchanged a knowing smile.

They were just about to turn their heads to share the joke with Derrick

when they realized that the youth was gone!

Derrick, who should've been standing before the altar, had vanished!

Haim's and Joshua's expression instantly turned heavy. One of them

raised his huge broadsword, while the other raised his red-gloved left

hand.

They carefully approached the altar and did a careful inspection, but

they failed to identify anything suspicious.

Joshua was just about to attempt to identify the words on the stone

table when Haim patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't look at it. I just recalled that Derrick was looking at those

words before he vanished.

"Let's bring the Chief here."

"Okay." Joshua nodded.

They didn't leave in a fluster. They surveyed the surroundings before

one of them rubbed his index finger with his middle finger to light the

remaining candle on the altar.

This was to protect Derrick so as to prevent him from falling into true

darkness!

In the past, the exploration teams of the City of Silver had similar

encounters in the ruined cities. A teammate might appear to have

suddenly vanished, but they had actually been concealed by some kind of

power. He stood in his original location, but with his teammates eager

to seek help, they would leave the area with their lanterns. Hence, the

poor bastard would be devoured by the true darkness, never to be found

again. If it wasn't for another teammate finding themselves in another

similar situation and having been rescued on the spot, the others

wouldn't have known the actual reason for the previous person's death.

With the candle lit, the dim yellow light spread outwards. Haim and

Joshua immediately left and arrived at the alley where they released a

spirituality signal that everyone carried.

They didn't wait too long for Colin Iliad who had jumped off from the

roof of another building before landing firmly.

"What happened?" the Demon Hunter asked in a deep voice.

The silver sword in his hand was already covered with a layer of light

gray oil.

Haim immediately recounted what had happened. Finally, he said, "We

didn't discover the reason for Derrick's disappearance."

Derrick... Colin nodded in thought, walked past them, and

headed straight into the corresponding building.

Despite the candles alight outside and the warm yellow color, Derrick

felt as though he had fallen into a frozen abyss. A chill at the bottom

of his heart kept spreading.

He clenched the Axe of Hurricane with his right hand and retracted his

gaze from the town. He turned to return to the underground chamber and

stood in front of the altar again.

He had already determined that he was the one with the problem!

However, he didn't have the urge to explore the strange Afternoon Town.

He didn't even dare open the door.

Derrick wasn't nervous, nor did he show any obvious signs of

flusterness. This was because he didn't believe that he had encountered

something severe.

*As long as it's not an immediate threat, it's nothing

severe...* Derrick took a silent breath, bowed his head, and

reverently whispered, "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck..."

Klein, who had been admiring the scenery of the battlefield of the gods,

had no choice but to enter the bathroom, set up the disruptive items,

and take four steps counterclockwise to head above the gray fog.

He sat at the high-back chair at the end of the long bronze table. He

stretched out his right hand and emanated his spirituality, touching the

crimson star which represented Little Sun.

Suddenly, the prayers turned abnormally clear as the corresponding scene

appeared before Klein's eyes.

He first saw the still-hazy Little Sun, before discovering that the

environment around him was abnormal!

Swirling around The Sun was an unspeakable darkness, and in the darkness

there were eyes of different shapes silently watching him.

The eyes were densely packed and hidden in the darkness. They were like

unwelcomed observers which Little Sun hadn't noticed at all.

Afternoon Town is that dangerous? Klein was very aware of what

dear Sun was up to lately.

He thought for a moment and instinctively believed that the darkness was

extremely strange and surreal. Therefore, he abandoned the option of

using the Sea God Scepter to respond to Little Sun. Instead, he switched

to pulling him up above the gray fog.

Klein extended his spirituality, but he felt as though the crimson star

seemed to be in a quagmire, making it rather difficult for him to pull

him over.

Which King of Angels has he crossed this time? With a thought,

Klein made the mysterious space and the gray fog beneath him produce

ripples.

After advancing to Sequence 5, he could stir some of the powers above

the gray fog, without the use of the Black Emperor card and the

corresponding rituals!

Silently, Klein easily completed transporting Derrick as his figure

appeared on the high-back chair belonging to him.

Meanwhile, Klein saw the strange darkness swirling around Little Sun's

body shatter.

The Demon Hunter entered the underground chamber in high alert, followed

closely by Haim and Joshua.

They saw that in front of the dim yellow candlelight, Derrick Berg's

figure was quickly outlined like a picture.