Chapter 189: Politeness First

Chapter 189: Politeness First

When it came to knowledge of the ancient gods, Klein knew no less than many high-sequence Beyonders. After all, standing behind him was the City of Silver, a city that had endured from the Second Epoch to the present age, preserving corresponding myths and carrying many lingering traces of those times.

As far as he knew, the Phoenix Ancestor, Gregrace, was the so-called Ancient Death. Gravely wounded by the Creator of the City of Silver—the Sun God who had later been divided and devoured by the Kings of Angels—She had shattered and fallen near the end of the Second Epoch.

Yet Her influence had not vanished with Her death. Even in the current era, traces of it still remained, because She had been the one who opened the Underworld.

City of the Dead… “unknown spirit”… ancient god… None of that sounds safe at all… Klein stared at the radio transceiver before him and sank into thought.

Da-da-da. The illusory white paper spat out another section:

“Beyond this, I do not know much else.

“Great Master, I have a suggestion. Would you like to hear it?”

That’s a decent question… Klein withdrew from his thoughts and gave a slight nod.

“Speak.”

The da-da-da of the radio transceiver immediately became lighter and more cheerful. Very soon, a new line of words appeared on the illusory paper:

“Regarding Calderón, you may consult ‘Red Light’ Aiur Moria.”

In the end, I still can’t get around the Red Light… Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, then asked instead:

“Will there be danger if I remove Hell Admiral Ludwell’s mask?”

“No!” A firm, decisive word leapt into Klein’s eyes.

That’s good… After thinking for a moment, he said:

“That will be all for today.”

“Great Master, wise Master, please wait one or two more minutes, and a gaze will be cast this way! Your loyal servant, Arrodes, awaits your next summons. Goodbye~” The radio transceiver’s da-da-da carried not the slightest hesitation.

One or two more minutes? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Klein’s heart jolted, as though he had just seen the countdown on a time bomb. He hurriedly made use of the altar that had not yet been dismantled and the materials he had not yet put away, performing a sacrificial ritual to toss the radio transceiver above the gray fog.

Only after finishing this and confirming that nothing abnormal had occurred around him did Klein have his marionette, Ludwell, walk to the side and avoid facing him directly. Then he removed the silver-white mask from Ludwell’s face.

A deep, pallid light surged out at once. It was not as exaggerated as what Klein had seen during his previous battle with Ludwell; it merely covered a small area around him, like a candle on the verge of burning out.

At the same time, the chilly gloom that had vanished from the nearby forest after the radio transceiver was sent above the gray fog reappeared. Added to it was an indescribable horror that struck directly at the soul.

It reminded Klein of graveyards. It reminded him of the legendary Underworld.

After waiting several seconds and seeing no further abnormal outburst, he directed another marionette, Winner Enzo, around to the front of Hell Admiral Ludwell and carefully studied the face that had long been hidden beneath the mask.

That face was nearly devoid of flesh. Its skin clung tightly to the bones without the slightest hint of color, translucent like crystal.

Beneath that “crystal,” indescribable translucent shadows flowed rapidly, sometimes merging with the skull, sometimes shrinking into the cracks, and sometimes surfacing upon the teeth.

If this had been the first month or two after Klein had transmigrated, Hell Admiral’s appearance would have frightened him half to death. But now, he had seen far too many hideously malformed Beyonders who had lost control, as well as all manner of mutated beings. A mere face of this degree could no longer shake his spirit.

After another round of “research,” Klein fully understood Ludwell’s condition.

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