1149 Escape (2/2)
Having probed him once, Zaratul was confident of ”His” trump card. By relying on ”His” level suppressing him, and the authority of bizarreness, ”He” made Klein unable to control the flames anymore!
In addition, Klein's intuition told him that the destination after making a ”Teleportation” attempt was mysteriously connected to the vortex formed by the transparent maggots.
He was unable to escape, nor could he summon enough helpers.
However, Beyonders of the Seer pathway never perform unprepared.
The vortex formed by the transparent maggots slowly spun as it received a ”visit” initiated by Klein. The transparent and slippery tentacles swam over in an unstoppable manner.
They reached towards him, but they only wrapped around the ancient book covered in dark-colored skin.
The blood on the book's surface hadn't completely faded.
Groselle's Travels!
At the most dangerous moment, Klein pricked his fingers, allowing his blood to flow onto the surface of Groselle's Travels. Then, with a whoosh, he entered the book world and temporarily escaped the fatal trap set up by Zaratul.
The moment he entered the book world, he immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed forward, pulling out a marionette that he had temporarily possessed from the Historical Void.
Hvin Rambis!
He had once tested that he could summon the projections of true history here. After all, it belonged to Sefirah Castle, and praying to The Fool in the book world wasn't obstructed. Of course, if that didn't work, he had other ways to resolve it. He could summon Justice Audrey who existed in the book world's history!
In short, he needed a Mid- or High-Sequence Beyonder from the Spectator pathway to bring him into the sea of collective subconscious, into the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, and into the Hall of Truth.
Time was of the essence, so the faster, the better. This was because he had no idea how long before this Sequence 1 would be able to grasp the secret of Groselle's Travels, much less whether the other party would forcibly descend into the book world.
He could only race against time!
Hvin Rambis, who was wearing a formal suit and a dark red bow tie, held onto him with a stiff expression. He directly entered the sea of collective subconscious formed by countless shadows.
With the power of a Manipulator, they quickly shuttled through and arrived at the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, in seconds, appearing before the entrance of the Hall of Truth.
Klein released his control over his marionette, Hvin Rambis, and under the nudge from the strong winds, he ”ran” through the door.
As he passed by the colorful murals, his inner voice resounded in the hall:
The chances of summoning 0-08 here should be higher…
Using it to draw or write at the end of the mural on the left side can affect the real world…
Through its arrangements, I can make Zaratul make a mistake, allowing me to find a safe escape route…
No, it's still easier to let Amon's avatar join the battle royale and implicate Zaratul. That will be easier to fulfill…
It's no wonder the Goddess wants to ”bait” Amon into Backlund…
The mural on the right represents the book world. I can use 0-08 to draw another temporary door for me to leave…
While ”flying”, Klein's right hand kept grabbing at the void ahead.
Five times, ten times, twenty times. When Klein borrowed strength from his former self, his right hand suddenly sank as he dragged out a dull classic quill.
0-08!
In the next second, Klein arrived in front of the huge pillar that was multiple arm spans wide.
This had a clear sense of being worn down by time. It was the throne of the Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt.
Klein circled around the stone pillar and arrived at the end of the mural. He raised the quill, 0-08, and was about to write.
He had never tested for any changes when using 0-08 in here before. He was afraid that it would result in an excessive accident and alert Amon's brother, making his ploy of preventing George III from becoming the Black Emperor to be detected in advance.
At this moment, he no longer needed to bother about such matters. He could wholeheartedly weave the development that he needed.
Suddenly, 0-08, which was about to begin writing, disappeared. It disappeared before it reached the time limit!
What's happening… Klein felt alarmed.
He then realized that his words in the Hall of Truth hadn't been projected. There was silence all around him.
With his spiritual perception triggered, Klein slowly turned around and saw that the time-worn rock had turned into a hundred-meter-tall cross at some point in time.
In front of the cross was a huge, blurry figure standing there. Facing everything with its back, it was observing all life with compassion.
Inside the Hall of Truth, there were rows of black, high-back pews, but only one supplicant.
The supplicant had his eyes closed as he sat in the middle of the first row. He wore a rather simple white robe with a pale gold beard that covered half his face. His hands were clasping a silver cross in front of his chest as he wore a genial and calm look.
Adam.
Twilight Hermit Order's Chair, King of Angels Adam.
Klein didn't even know when ”He” had arrived.
At this moment, Adam looked up, revealing his clear, limpid eyes that resembled a child's.
He slowly stood up, speaking with a calm expression:
”George III's death causes Loen to suffer a heavy blow. Unable to sit idle any further, Intis decides to take this opportunity to launch an attack. This war officially develops into a war that sweeps through the world.
”Can you accept such an outcome?”