In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, at the top of the circular Tower in the City of Silver's center, within Chief Colin Iliad's room.
Derrick sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly listening to Colin Iliad's words:
"The Beyonder materials reserved by the City of Silver are enough to support the advancement of two Silver Knights. Currently, the Council of Six has agreed that Elder Waite Chirmont and I will advance. At that time, I will lead an expedition to explore the Giant King's Court, while Elder Waite will be responsible for guarding the City of Silver."
"However, the Silver Knight advancement ritual requires the blessing of a deity, and the City of Silver has not received a response from the Lord for over a thousand years."
Chief Colin wants me to seek help from The Fool and obtain his blessing?
Influenced by Hanged Man and others, Derrick subconsciously let his thoughts wander for a moment before replying:
"I understand. I will pray to The Fool and convey this matter to him."
"Now." Colin Iliad said calmly and unequivocally.
Derrick paused, then quickly came to his senses, nodding gently: "Understood, chief."
"During the thousand years of exploration in the darkness, the City of Silver has also collected quite a few holy relics. I have just told you some of their information. You can convey it to The Fool as well."
Does Chief Colin mean to sacrifice holy relics to please The Fool and seek his blessing in return? Derrick's thoughts wandered for a moment before he nodded in response:
"Understood."
He immediately straightened his body, clasped his hands together, placing them before his mouth and nose, and softly chanted The Fool's honorific name in Jotun:
"The Fool that does not belong to this era, you are the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog, you are the King of Yellow and Black Who Holds Good Luck."
"I pray to you..."
Above the Gray Fog, inside the magnificent and ancient palace, resembling a Giant King's dwelling.
Klein, who had just completed his advancement and become a Sequence 3 Scholar of Yore, was about to explore the closed Door deep within the palace when the boundless Gray Fog around him suddenly surged. The deep red star belonging to Sun Derrick expanded and contracted repeatedly, sending ripples of deep red light through the palace.
"Little Sun? The timing is quite coincidental."
Muttering to himself, Klein immediately extended his spirituality, touching the constantly expanding and contracting deep red star.
A deep red light instantly erupted, quickly contracting and coalescing into the image and voice of Sun Derrick sitting cross-legged on the ground, praying.
A moment later, Klein sat down on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, frowning as he pondered the request made by little Sun.
The chief of the City of Silver wants to obtain The Fool's blessing to complete the Silver Knight ritual? This request came much later than I expected. I thought the City of Silver would eagerly seek my help after obtaining the Mr. Tower's potion formula. I even had my reasons for refusal prepared.
I am now a Scholar of Yore, able to leverage the power of Sefirah Castle to a greater extent, plus with The Fool card, perhaps I can bestow an angelic level blessing.
In ancient times, angels were also called demigods. The so-called blessing of a deity actually refers to a blessing given by an existence above the angel rank. This has already been confirmed with Arrodes.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, Klein leaned back against the chair, saying leisurely:
"Yes, Silver Knights will have slight differences depending on the deity who blesses them. What kind of changes, leaning towards which domain, do you wish to obtain?"
In the City of Silver, at the top of the circular Tower, Derrick heard The Fool's voice echoing in his ears and was slightly stunned before he reacted.
He looked at Chief Colin with a mix of surprise and joy, relaying The Fool's words to Chief Colin Iliad, who was waiting nearby.
"Indeed, the 'deity' mentioned in the potion formula generally refers to an existence that has reached the angelic level."
Muttering to himself, Colin Iliad looked at Derrick and said:
"Ask him which domains of existence can grant blessings."
Derrick nodded and quickly relayed Chief Colin's words to The Fool.
Above the Gray Fog, Klein had already seen this scene through little Sun's prayer image. He chuckled, his voice leisurely:
"The blessing I bestow leans towards Change and Concealment. Besides these, you can also choose blessings from the domains of Death, Fate, Curses, Knowledge, and so on. The remuneration required for each of them is for you to discuss among yourselves."
The blessing in the domain of Fate could be from Will Auceptin or Pallez Zoroast. One can be bribed with ice cream, and the other can be used to apologize to Old Man and introduce him to a profitable business.
The chief of the City of Silver did not ponder for too long. He decisively chose The Fool's blessing.
Klein responded to Derrick, gave them a specific time, and then proactively cut off the connection.
Looking at the calm gray-white mist, Klein shook his head with a smile:
"I offered so many choices, yet the chief of the City of Silver still chose the weakest me. Thankfully, he doesn't know the truth, otherwise he'd probably be banging on the table in regret, right?"
At the top of the circular Tower, in the chief's room, Derrick had already left. Colin Iliad stood alone by the window, overlooking the city below, and let out a long breath.
"The Fool has at least four angels under his command, perhaps more, it's just that their domains happen to overlap."
"When will the opportunity mentioned by Mr. Tower, who previously entered the Forsaken Land of the Gods, arrive?"
Above Oleston Port, located on the northern coast of Paz River Valley, airships in neat formations broke through the storms of the Berserk Sea, approaching the port.
These airships were bound together by illusory chains stained with rust and blood, forming a single entity. Even the furious winds and waves could not shake them.
On the turbulent sea, hundreds of meters of steel Monsters broke through the waves and emerged. Like the airships in the sky, these steel fleets were also bound together by illusory chains stained with rust and blood.
Cannons, machine guns, launching ports, and exaggerated rocket launchers were all aimed at Oleston Port, and countless ammunition, cannonballs, and bombs poured out.
The same situation occurred in multiple port cities and coastal cities in the Fog Sea and Berserk Sea.
Intercepted at sea, after a long period of stalemate, Intis's patience finally ran out, and they launched a fierce attack on various ports and coastal cities of the Southern Continent!
"Light" formed by complex information surged from the void in an illusory, torrent-like manner, creating a layer of pale golden barrier above Oleston Port, directly enveloping the entire port.
On the Dawn, docked at the pier, Roselle sat in the captain's cabin, golden light bursting from him, appearing exceptionally solemn and sacred.
He looked through the cabin and deck at the magnificent barrier covering the port, extended his left hand forward, and softly chanted an Ancient Hermes word:
"Seal!"
Through a Sequence 1 level decree, he sealed Oleston Port in both a mystical and realistic sense, cutting off its interaction with the surroundings, and in another sense, strengthening the effect of the barrier created by Leyton.
At the same time, streaks of golden light overflowed from the foremost airship, intertwining in mid-air, becoming increasingly pure, and finally evolving into a seal-like projection.
Simultaneously, a majestic and deep voice echoed around:
"Notarize: Invalid!"
As this voice fell, Roselle's sealing effect directly disappeared, and the barrier created by Leyton was also greatly weakened.
Under the barrage of countless cannon fire, this barrier lasted less than ten seconds before being completely destroyed.
On the Dawn, Roselle, with a solemn and dignified expression, spoke the second decree:
"Here, reality weakens, and supernatural strengthens."
The incoming cannon fire and bullets instantly lost most of their lethality, but the various mystical effects attached to them were greatly magnified.
The next second, they all became transparent, illusory, turning into a pile of foam.
These foams, under the illumination of light, reflected dreamy colors, scattering and dissipating in an instant.
Streaks of golden light once again overflowed from the foremost airship. Before they could even form, Roselle used a decree to strip them of their Beyonder effects.
In mid-air, countless foams reflecting dreamy colors floated, constantly breaking, and new cannon fire and bullets were continuously transformed into foam.
Silently, countless black thin lines surged from the gaps in the floating foam, and from them, eyes began to grow, shining with pure light, exceptionally cold and exceptionally sacred eyes.
As Leyton revealed his Mythical Creature form, auras of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster quickly spread, enveloping the entire port and the surrounding sea.
In each eye, a deep blue, almost purple, glow streaked across, forming complex and illusory symbols, and a large amount of complex and useless knowledge poured out, injecting into the minds of every person on the steel fleet and airships who met Leyton's gaze.
Under the influence of angelic-level "Mind Communication" and "Distortion," all damage was transferred to the Beyonders with self-preservation abilities on each airship and steel fleet.
Their heads instantly exploded, red and white splattering everywhere, then quickly twisting into shredded paper and wood chips in mid-air. Their bodies turned into substitute Puppets or paper figures, scattered on the ships and in the airships.
The moment Leyton revealed his Mythical Creature form, a gaze from the Astral World was cast upon him.
One after another, thin, yet incredibly heavy-feeling, scroll-like projections appeared out of thin air around him.
These were the Civilization Scrolls that carried civilization, recording the enlightenment and development of human society at different levels, complete Civilization Scrolls!