Chapter 85: The Best Support

Chapter 85: The Best Support

The three-layer jewelry box, silver-black in color and inlaid with many different gemstones, was opened in one swift motion, revealing the scene inside its second layer.

There was only deep, boundless blackness within. Even the barriers around it seemed to have melted into that darkness, giving the impression that it had neither edge nor bottom.

A moment later, countless brilliant points lit up inside that darkness, making it seem as though it had become a miniature starry sky, a miniature universe.

Those dazzling points of light spun rapidly, causing the surrounding scene to shift several times in the span of a single second.

What Klein had planned was to transfer Abomination Suah, the Rose School of Thought Witch King, and the large number of believers and vassals within range to the Ruins of the Battle of Gods, making them leave the Southern Continent. That way, they would be unable to immediately notice that Karaman’s side had also been attacked, and therefore could not provide effective support. However, the second layer of the Box of the Great Old Ones possessed randomness. Only in a minority of cases could it “release” the specified scene. In most situations, the chosen destination would inevitably mutate. This could not be influenced by accumulated luck—at least, not below Sequence 0.

Therefore, after opening the second layer of the Box of the Great Old Ones, Klein himself did not know what situation would appear. It was like sitting at a card table without cheating through Beyonder powers, relying only on observation to deduce everyone’s chips: his heart was filled with unease. Of course, he was not overly worried. No matter where the Box of the Great Old Ones took him and Miss Messenger, it could not truly harm him. After all, Reinette Tinekerr was fake, the Box of the Great Old Ones was fake, and he himself was fake.

Taking that into account, even if the Box of the Great Old Ones threw them underground, forcing them to face that terrifying pollution directly, Klein could instantly dismiss the historical projections, enter Sefirah Castle, perform a thorough “disinfection,” and cut off the connection.

On that foundation, he had the ability to help Miss Messenger’s true body resist the pollution. It was not direct exposure. With the layer of historical projection in between, things would be relatively better.

The only thing Klein needed to worry about was the possibility that the scene randomly selected by the Box of the Great Old Ones’ second layer would be exactly where Miss Sharron and Emlyn were attacking the Witch King Karaman. In that case, he would be equivalent to leading the enemy’s main forces straight to his own headquarters. He could only consider abandoning the operation, divide the work with Reinette Tinekerr, bring the other participants out of the battlefield, and escape the Southern Continent.

The probability of that situation occurring was very low, but he had no choice except to guard against it.

At that moment, due to the influence of Abomination Suah’s aura, Klein’s spirituality had “solidified” considerably, as though his body and soul were being restrained. Even so, it still surged into the Box of the Great Old Ones, maintaining its opened state.

In the blink of an eye, the scene inside the Box of the Great Old Ones’ second layer changed, revealing a miniature, boundless sea of sand.

Klein, Reinette Tinekerr, Abomination Suah, the hooded Witch King, and a large number of Rose School of Thought believers and vassals all simultaneously saw endless yellow sand and felt the extreme cold of night.

Aside from the projection of the Chained God, every living being on this battlefield was instantly transferred to a desert!

As for that projection, because Abomination Suah had departed, the connection was severed, and it could no longer seep power into reality.

Klein had no time to examine where they had arrived. He dismissed the Box of the Great Old Ones, snapped his fingers, and summoned streams of crimson flame out of thin air, constantly jumping among them.

He did this to avoid Abomination Suah’s gaze and seize the opportunity to complete his summoning of historical projections.

Just then, an extremely evil roar rang beside his ears. Klein’s mind abruptly went blank, and for a brief instant, he lost every thought.

The crimson stream of flame around him came alive. Like a cage, it bound him firmly in place.

With only a roar and some aura, Abomination Suah had already placed an initial restriction on Klein.

If he had not had Reinette Tinekerr in peak condition as a teammate, Klein’s projection would next have been finished off without the slightest power to resist. Even his true body might have suffered some effect.

At that moment, the enormous rag doll the size of a castle took a step forward and opened its tightly shut mouth.

No sound emerged, but the twisted “tree” covered in black liquid seemed to have been struck by a bursting flood. It swayed backward, raising arm after arm bulging with bizarre objects.

This was the curse Reinette Tinekerr had accumulated through long silence and patience. Its origin was the anger, hatred, and venomous resentment that had surged after She suffered that ambush in the past.

However, Abomination Suah did not undergo any obvious change. He merely shook once and froze for one second before recovering.

High-ranking existences of the same pathway always had a special suppressive effect on lower-Sequence Beyonders, and could even exert a certain influence from afar!

Using this opportunity, Klein broke free of the flames’ binding. Switching to Creeping Hunger, he Flashed to another side and avoided the Blood Moon Arrow created by the Rose School of Thought’s Witch King.

He did not dare look directly at Abomination Suah. Seizing the time, he reached out his right hand and grabbed into the void ahead.

This time, he summoned nothing.

Klein continued Flashing and repeated the same action. Then, successfully, he dragged out a figure: a woman wearing a simple linen robe tied with a bark belt, the leader of the Church of Evernight’s ascetics, an angel of the Concealment domain—Arianna!

My previous report did have an effect… As that thought flashed through Klein’s mind, he again activated Creeping Hunger and Teleported elsewhere.

The eyes of Arianna’s projection moved slightly, and Her gaze instantly became deep and shadowed. Immediately afterward, She joined Reinette Tinekerr in the battle against Abomination Suah.

With Her help, Reinette Tinekerr, who had been in a rather difficult position while working hard to create opportunities for Klein, finally caught Her breath and avoided being possessed by Abomination Suah’s consciousness and turned into a true rag doll.

Meanwhile, the Rose School of Thought’s Witch King displayed the comprehensiveness he possessed in the domains of Darkness and Moon. He attempted to restrict Klein’s movement with spells such as Abyss Shackles, but short-range Flashing was simply too useful. Without the projection of the Chained God affecting the surrounding region, and without Abomination Suah’s interference, Klein was like a fish that had returned to the sea, roaming freely and at ease. Only in the interval between two Teleports did he need to consider resisting the enemy’s spells.

However, that Witch King could not predict where Klein would appear next, and thus found it difficult to effectively stop him.

During this process, Klein grabbed several more times and dragged out another figure.

This figure had bronze skin, black hair, brown eyes, gentle features, and a cold gaze. He wore a deep-black robe embroidered with golden thread and a bird-shaped crown cast from gold. It was none other than the former Death Consul, Azik Eggers!

…Another angel… The Witch King’s eyelids twitched at the sight. Abomination Suah, meanwhile, abruptly plunged many of His pitch-black arms into the desert.

The nearby sand boiled, covered by sticky black liquid. It spread continuously into the distance, then climbed upward, eroding the void and interfering with the overlap between reality and the spirit world.

Before Teleportation could be fully affected, Klein Flashed behind Mr. Azik. Using Him as cover, he quickly grabbed into the air several more times.

His arm suddenly sank, dragging out a segment of silver-white snake tail.

Yet another angel!

The reason Klein dared to directly summon three great angels was that his current historical projection had been summoned by Reinette Tinekerr’s true body using the Staff of the Stars. The spirituality consumed was borne by this ancient evil thing, not by Miss Magician Forsi.

Otherwise, as early as when Servant of Concealment Arianna descended, Forsi would already have fainted and become unable to maintain the summoning.

Miss Magician Forsi’s role was to first summon Gehrman Sparrow’s historical projection, allowing him ample time to arrange the ritual in advance and bring the Staff of the Stars into the real world. After that, she would end the maintenance, letting this image from the gaps of history return to the fog, so Reinette Tinekerr could summon another one.

In less than ten seconds, because Abomination Suah had placed most of His attention on Reinette Tinekerr and subconsciously underestimated Klein, not only had He lost the assistance of the Chained God’s projection, He had also gone from ambusher to the pitiful target of a siege by four great angels.

Without hesitation, this Sequence 1 angel opened His mouth and released a roar formed from many Ancient Hermes words overlapping together, once again praying to the Chained God.

…

Seeing the Gate of Summoning before the Witch King Karaman open swiftly, and seeing two palms whose aura alone made one tremble reach out from within, a thought flashed abruptly through Emlyn White’s mind:

“The Rose School of Thought’s other angel, the King of Curses, Baranca!”

This was intelligence provided by Sharron and Maric.

Emlyn’s nerves tightened at once. Without the slightest hesitation, he swung his arm and threw the Pure White Sight toward the Gate of Summoning!

On one hand, this was his first time experiencing battle at the demigod level, so some overreaction was unavoidable. On the other hand, he was not at all worried that the Pure White Sight would be lost because of this. In any case, it belonged to the Sanguine as a whole. At worst, he would slowly repay them in the future.

At the same time, even without this sealed artifact, he still had other mystical items he could use, such as Leymano’s Travels.

With that notebook, Emlyn could summon the Unshadowed Crucifix as a replacement for the Pure White Sight.

After that glass orb resembling an eyeball flew out at extreme speed, it continuously absorbed the light along its path, creating utter darkness.

When it neared the Gate of Summoning, the Pure White Sight abruptly erupted, blossoming with radiance brilliant to an extreme degree. Like a blazing noonday sun, it enveloped that pair of hands and that gate, melting all evil, depraved, shadowy, filthy, and undead auras.

The blood-red full moon on Witch King Karaman’s forehead was clearly affected. Its light was compressed entirely around him, unable to influence the surroundings.

Seizing this opportunity, Sharron’s figure floating in midair distorted, transforming into a life-sized puppet.

This puppet was exactly identical to Witch King Karaman, with messy black-and-white hair and a pair of scarlet eyes.

On the other side, Emlyn lifted his left arm, revealing the translucent ring worn over the glove on his index finger.

The ring seemed to be made from pale-red amber, and its top was inlaid with a blood-colored gemstone.

Lilith’s Ring!

This was a ring personally created by Lilith, the Sanguine Ancestor and ancient god.

It could project a door to the depths of the spirit world for a fixed period of time, summoning an unknown creature.

Emlyn did not know what he would receive. He only knew that under normal circumstances, the summoned creature should be slightly stronger than himself, though the possibility of directly inviting a demigod could not be ruled out.

At the top of the ring, the blood-colored gemstone emitted a faint light. An illusory gate covered in mysterious patterns appeared before Emlyn.

With a creak, it opened backward, widening the gap more and more.

Witch King Karaman had only just recovered his senses from the Sun’s illumination when he saw a moon rise behind that Gate of Summoning.

It was a bright moon, clear and touched with silver-white.