1374 Trojan Horse of Destiny (2/2)

This was a symbol of fate. It also had many different images, such as a slowly rotating segmented wheel, or a giant serpent that had its head and tail connected. At that moment, when fate was swapped, Klein saw the river of light.

In the next second, fragmented images and scenes appeared in Klein's mind:

An eight-legged demonic wolf, who had just been born, was sprawled on the hill. Amidst the thick and black short fur on its body, transparent and distorted maggots crawled about. ”He” was the youngest son of the ancient god, Flegrea, a natural Mythical Creature. At that moment, ”He” was looking at ”His” sister, brother, and a portion of ”His” clansmen playing amongst corpses. ”He” despised the crude methods they employed when dealing with their prey. ”He” believed that prey should be hoisted up for slow, refined enjoyment to match their status.

This demonic wolf that could be called a subsidiary god was most afraid of his father, the powerful, terrifying, crazy ancient god. Although Flegrea had already produced many children through instinctual mating, removing plenty of ”His” Beyonder characteristics, it was uncontrollable with no way to guarantee progress. Therefore, ”He” was still crazy, cruel, bloodthirsty, and filled with an instinct for destruction. ”He” had even killed several descendants.

This demonic wolf who could create miracles and fulfill all kinds of wishes chased after ”His” prey, biting or killing them, thus enjoying a state of pure happiness.

”He” didn't have a deep impression of the subsidiary gods of ”His” father, Flegrea. ”He” clearly remembered that ”He” hated the God of Wishes, Kotar. Even if ”He” was also a demonic wolf.

Also, ”He” didn't like the God of Death, Salinger. ”He” found ”Him” gloomy, solitary, and that ”He” exuded a rotting and disgusting aura. On the other hand, Goddess of Misfortune, Amanises, met the beauty standards of both a demonic wolf and a human. ”She” had a gentle personality and was very good at placating one's heart. ”She” wasn't annoying, but this female subsidiary goddess rarely appeared. ”She” was always like a shadow, hiding in a place that wasn't easily discovered. Of course, the demonic wolf remembered that a few of his older sisters and brothers were rather against Amanises, hoping to seize ”Her” position.

The demonic wolf witnessed his father's death, the death of a powerful ancient god, and saw the blood of the ancient god splattered all over the body of the Goddess of Misfortune, Amanises. And in the chaos, the Uniqueness and a Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristic were pulled into ”Her” hands.

”He” and one of ”His” sisters escaped the kingdom of the demonic wolves and hid everywhere.

Without the protection of ”His” father, the demonic wolf and ”His” sister realized that their former reckless life wasn't normal. Pain and danger were present in everything. Finally, ”They” crossed the sea and came to the Northern Continent. They established a concealed kingdom in the uninhabited Hornacis mountain range.

”He” and ”His” sister didn't dare expose ”Themselves.” All ”They” did was gather believers and amass a population. In this situation, ”He” created the City of Dead that existed alongside a living nation, making the dead believers become ”His” marionettes to complete an advancement ritual.

Although this period was filled with anxiety, it was the best time period in the memories of this demonic wolf. As ”He” saw ”His” sister having more and more believers, and how ”His” marionette town was becoming more complete, ”He” seemed to have forgotten the troubles and dangers of the outside world and achieved the first peaceful time period since ”His” birth.

Under the influence of the believers, ”He” and ”His” sister gradually gained some so-called humanity.

After the Cataclysm, ”He” finally advanced to Attendant of Mysteries and turned ”Himself” into a human. With the last name of Antigonus, ”He” left the Hornacis mountain range and returned to the real world outside the concealed kingdom.

From this moment onwards, Antigonus's memories and knowledge became increasingly fragmented. Many times, ”He” even found ”Himself” a little unfamiliar.

After ”He” accommodated The Fool's Uniqueness, the situation became worse…

As the images flashed, Klein quickly came to a realization.

I am Antigonus, I am The Half-Fool!

With a loud boom, his body constantly changed. At times, he had black hair, brown eyes, and a scholarly air, a Klein Moretti who had fused with Zhou Mingrui's appearance. Occasionally, he had long white hair and a thick black beard like Antigonus. Other times, he wore a dark black cloak that made it difficult to see his face, and this mysterious person constantly extended slippery tentacles to the side.

At that moment, Klein's thoughts were extremely chaotic. His mental state was completely imbalanced.

He was barely able to maintain his self-awareness. Under the impact of the two mental storms, he teetered.

At the same time, he had received the fate of Antigonus's losing control and was on the verge of collapse.

A series of prayers rang out in his ears. Each and every word of praise was mixed together, forming an illusory image that joined the chaotic battlefield.

…

Rorsted Archipelago, Bayam, the bell tower of the Church of The Fool.

A young man wearing a pointed hat and monocle suddenly appeared here and stood behind the railing, looking down at the entire city.

Mr. Error Amon!

In the next second, ”He” saw Bayam and the distant New City of Silver and New Moon City disappear as though someone had wiped them off the map with an eraser.

”How boring.” Upon seeing this scene, Amon shook ”His” head with a smile. ”He” wasn't disappointed either.

He only wanted to test if Klein or the Evernight Goddess had repaired the bug in this aspect.

After striking the bell, ”He” could be considered The Fool's Angel of Time to a certain extent. ”He” could use this loophole to directly steal a portion of his anchors.

Such theft was of little value, but it was very useful at the critical moment of a ritual:

The sudden decrease in anchors would definitely tip the balance, causing Klein to lose control on the spot!

Amon then retracted ”His” gaze and raised ”His” hand to straighten the monocle on ”His” right eye.

It was as if the light from the stars suddenly lit up in the crystal monocle.