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Amidst the brassy glow, pairs of illusory eyes formed, capable of seeing the weak points of all structures and directly creating them.
As the faint light permeated, pairs of eyes emerged, and part of the Primordial Demoness's consciousness, which had descended into this dream, was directly expelled.
With the dissipation of the Primordial Demoness's consciousness, the layers of dream, like a labyrinth, also rapidly shattered as if reaching their limit.
In the Spirit World, a grayish-white figure emerged from the Mind World; it was a huge Dragon Claw covered in thick, grayish-white scales. The mysterious symbols carved on the scales directly caused Katarina and Clarice, who saw it, to fall into a daze.
Their thoughts once again plunged into complex and frantic notions, making it difficult to control their bodies' reactions, and even thinking became arduous.
This Dragon Claw directly grabbed the grayish-white statue bound by invisible transparent threads. Under the Dragon King's power, those threads were as fragile as cotton candy, easily torn apart.
The grayish-white statue was directly dragged into the Mind World, leaving only the two Demonesses in a state of mental disorder, locked in an intense struggle with the invading consciousness in their spiritual world.
Deep within their islands of consciousness, a somewhat illusory figure quietly emerged. It was their own appearance, but their eyes were dark gold, their pupils vertical, and layers of grayish-white scales faintly appeared on their bodies.
As time passed, their mental state gradually improved, and the figure hidden deep within their islands of consciousness completely shed the features that did not belong to them, fully disguising itself as part of their self-consciousness.
Above the Gray Fog, within that magnificent and ancient palace.
Klein withdrew his gaze from the Spirit World, turned to look at the Prophet Clone and Mr. Azik sitting on the left side of the mottled long table, and spoke with a sense of wistfulness:
"Is that it?"
He had expected to see an exaggerated battle between High-Sequence beings. At the very least, it should have been more spectacular than the previous battles in Bayam.
Azik turned his gaze to Klein at the head of the table and explained gently:
"Their battle took place within the mind and dreams, beyond our observation."
"Although I couldn't directly observe the battle just now, I could sense that the Primordial Demoness's will had descended. She gave me a familiar feeling, perhaps because the Primordial Demoness and Death were once allies."
"At the same time, another existence of the same level also descended its will. I don't know who it is and cannot observe the specifics."
"Most likely the God of Knowledge. Ankewelt can easily weave the former Dragon of Wisdom into a dream, and that being can certainly use this to descend a part of his consciousness."
The Prophet Clone leaned back in the high-backed chair, pondering as he stated his guess.
The Dragon of Imagination and the Dragon of Wisdom, their cooperation always felt precarious, as if they would stab each other in the back at any moment.
Klein silently scoffed in his mind.
The next moment, crimson light suddenly expanded, creating layers of crimson ripples above the Gray Fog.
Following his intuition, Klein looked over and saw the crimson star representing Ankewelt constantly expanding and contracting. There were no prayers, so how did he contact me?
As thoughts flickered, Klein turned to Azik and said ponderously:
"That 'Dragon of Imagination'."
"Don't worry, here, even an angel cannot see through you. Moreover, I am also here."
Azik chuckled and nodded to Klein.
Receiving Azik's affirmative reply, Klein finally felt at ease. This time, he did not intend to communicate with the 'Dragon of Imagination' through the Gray Fog.
As he made up his mind, he extended his spirituality to touch the crimson star representing Ankewelt, intending to directly pull the other party above the Gray Fog.
Just like when he pulled Azik before, he felt a resistance, as if the other party could directly refuse his pulling if he wished.
Ankewelt responded to Klein's pull with almost no hesitation. A crimson light surged, and his figure instantly appeared above the Gray Fog.
He still maintained his enormous Dragon King form, which did not appear overly large in this magnificent and ancient palace; instead, it seemed just right, as if this palace was originally prepared for creatures of such immense size.
Ankewelt's pale gold vertical pupils scanned the surroundings. After seeing that the few figures sitting there maintained human forms, he gently shook his head, and his figure instantly became transparent, rapidly shrinking and deforming.
A grayish-white light flashed, and he had already transformed into an old man with grizzled beard and hair, pale gold eyes, wearing a grayish-white robe. His chiseled features were rather majestic, and he was tall, nearly two meters in height.
He subtly scanned everyone, then found an empty high-backed chair to the left of Azik and sat down.
After sitting down, he turned his body to face Klein, who was at the head of the table and whose figure was shrouded in Gray Fog, and spoke in a gentle voice, unlike the former Dragon King, more like a kind old man from next door:
"'Fool'? I am the Ancient Dragon Ariehogg, and also the former 'Dragon King' Ankewelt."
As expected of an angel of the Spectator Pathway, all his words and actions were perfectly appropriate, without any unnecessary emotions due to the disparity in his identity. However, he seemed to prefer to be called Ariehogg. Is this the influence brought by his identity?
As he pondered, Klein leaned back leisurely against the chair, and spoke in a calm tone, putting the other party on an equal footing with himself:
"Yes."
"Groselle's travels will be given to you later. As for my promise, it can be fulfilled at any time."
Ankewelt nodded slightly:
"I am not in a hurry to retrieve Liveseyd. It contains corruption from the Chaos Sea that I sealed, and I cannot resolve this part of the corruption now."
So, you hope to use my promise to help you solve the problem of Chaos Sea corruption? That shouldn't just be corruption; it should also contain some of his former power.
As he pondered, Klein lightly tapped the edge of the mottled long table twice, seemingly thinking about how to answer this question. After a moment, he spoke:
"I can solve the problem of corruption from the Chaos Sea, but I still need to retrieve some authorities."
"Heh, otherwise, it will only obliterate that part of your power along with the corruption."
Ankewelt nodded towards Klein without any change in expression, and his tone remained gentle as he said:
"Thank you for your help. I will keep an eye out for news of High-Sequence characteristics of the Error Pathway, but with most characteristics aggregated by Amon, finding an angel-level characteristic is not easy."
"Even if found, it is very likely to be a trap left by Amon."
Amon, who can't be avoided no matter what... Klein silently sighed in his heart, then spoke without any change in tone:
"No need to worry about traps."
If he really gets the characteristic, he just needs to crush it and then re-aggregate it; no trap will be useful anyway. Amon can't directly invade above the Gray Fog.
Klein's calm response in Ankewelt's eyes took on another meaning: He is very confident, believing that Amon cannot contend with him for Sefirah Castle, because he himself is Sefirah Castle?
The Sequence 1 characteristics and Uniqueness of the Error, Door, and The Fool Pathways are all held by Amon and Bethel. His True strength is probably not as good as Amon's, but his status is higher than Amon's, plus the home advantage here, so he is not afraid of Amon.
Calling himself "The Fool" is because he wants to start with The Fool Pathway and first retrieve a complete set of authority. The third Attendant of Mysteries characteristic that Flegrea has never found has been on Sefirah Castle and controlled by the activated Sefirah Castle?
As he pondered, his gaze fell on Azik to his right. The former Death Consul of the Balam Empire, Antigonus, happened to be sealed by the Evernight Goddess. He wanted to reach a certain understanding with the Evernight Goddess, exchanging the remnants of Death he found for Antigonus?
Seeing Ankewelt's gaze fall on him, Azik looked back with slight confusion and asked with some curiosity:
"You seem to know me?"
Ankewelt's gaze lingered for a moment before he nodded gently:
"The Death Consul of the former Balam Empire, managing the secular empire for Death."
"Your condition doesn't seem very good? Have you lost your memory?"
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