BXBX NOVEL Chapter 481: Inquiry
Chapter 481: Inquiry
This is Truman and the "Fallen Creator"'s evaluation of the "Lord of Mysteries".
"Thank you for the compliment. For me, being resuscitated in Him is also an excellent choice."
"..." Klein suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
"Okay, I need to study dream phosphorescence. Goodbye." The voice in Klein's head slowly receded, and he couldn't catch any traces at all.
It even seemed like a delusion in Klein's heart. There was something wrong with his mental state.
"Trouble..." Klein's face looked ugly. He didn't even know when this voice would appear and how much impact it would have on him.
Klein leaned back on the high-backed chair and remained silent for a long time. He couldn't find an effective way to deal with it, so he had to put it aside for the time being.
"'Miracle Master'..." Klein looked at the abilities he used after becoming an angel.
"'Wish' is the essence of 'miracle'..." Klein, who has received the corresponding occult knowledge, already has enough understanding of the "wish" ability.
"However, for me, an angel with dual pathways, 'wishes' and 'fantasies' can be completely combined to eliminate some restrictions and achieve more magical effects..."
Klein adjusted his state and came to reality again. He looked at Derrick Berg and others and said, "Do you need me to send you to the dream sect's temple?"
"Then thank you Mr. Angel first!" Lovia, Derrick and others were very excited.
Klein nodded slightly and led this group of people across the endless ocean to the dream temple in the Solomon Empire.
Now he is very powerful, definitely at the first level of the sequence, and even with the blessing of "Origin Castle", he is comparable to the King of Angels who has no uniqueness.
"Welcome to everyone from 'Fantasy Land'." To Klein's surprise, Hermes, the leader of the Dream Sect, actually came out to greet Klein in person!
"His Majesty the Pope!" Derrick and the others were surprised and unspeakable when they saw Hermes.
"When you come out of 'Fantasy Township', you will serve as the messengers of dreams." Hermes looked at them gently, seemingly ready to entrust them with important tasks.
"It is our greatest honor to spread the glory of dreams!"
After arranging Derrick and these dream messengers, Hermes looked at the silent Klein beside him.
"So, Mr. Angel, have you thought about your title in the Dream Scripture?" Hermes asked with a smile.
"Um..." Klein looked shocked, "The title of angel?"
He really hasn't thought about this aspect of things.
"Yes, like a 'mysterious angel', like a 'door angel'." Hermes' attitude became serious, which was not a small matter for the Dream Sect.
"Let's call it 'Miracle'." Klein thought for a while and decided to use the current sequence as the title, since it wasn't taken advantage of anyway.
"Okay." Hermes nodded slightly and reminded, "The angel title of our sect is not just a title."
Klein's spirit moved. The moment Hermes nodded, he seemed to feel the presence of a terrifying number of believers!
"This is...a believer of the Dream Sect. Can even a believer use my title of angel?" Klein was stunned.
"This is the characteristic of dreams." Hermes' face glowed with the brilliance of faith.
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he thought of the "original pope" of the Church of Night and the "punishment angel" of the Church of Storms.
These are all titles that Truman has picked up from everywhere. Rounding them all off, he has followers all over the world.
"I'm so jealous..." Klein muttered.
"One more thing, you have another chance to get various information from us." Hermes reminded.
But Klein had already planned for this, "Can I redeem this opportunity with any dream angel?"
"Yes." Hermes was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded. He had already guessed what Klein meant.
"Then I apply to use this opportunity at Dream Angel."
Throughout the ages, there has been only one person who actually used the title "Dream Angel", and the rest are just angels of the "Dream" path.
And when it comes to the secret knowledge mastered, who can compare with the "Dream Angel"?
"As long as you can get it." Hermes is also happy to see it happen.
"Okay, thank you, Your Majesty the Pope. Then I won't disturb you." Klein couldn't wait any longer and disappeared directly after saying goodbye.
At the same moment, he had already appeared in The Truman Manor.
But now he is the real body. He came here directly from "Fantasy Township" through "Source Castle".
"Fantasy" and "Miracle" were also used once, but Amon failed to block him.
"Don't take advantage of me, you bastard, right?" Truman was studying the "Desecrated Slate" at this time. When he looked up, he saw Klein and understood his purpose.
"Who made you never take off the 'Dream Angel' vest? I happened to take advantage of it a little bit." Klein smiled and sat across from Truman.
After sitting down, Klein's eyes also fell on the "blasphemous slate".
This "blasphemy of the slate" is also an important reason why Klein came here. He really came to take advantage.
"Here you go." Truman directly placed the "blasphemous slate" in front of Klein.
Klein's eyes widened as he continued to parse the information he needed from above.
"I heard that the second 'Profane Slate' was formed from the body of the Creator of the Third Age? Is there some more precious and secret knowledge on it?"
"...You are really rude!" Truman blinked, a little surprised, but he just raised his hand and gave Klein the new knowledge on the second "blasphemous slate" with a slight tap.
"Outer God...Old Days..." The appearance of this type of information made Klein's eyes suddenly widen. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky.
Some kind of secret pollution began to seep into the world and fell on Klein.
It's just that Klein is already an angel now and can easily resist these pollutions.
"So that's it..." Klein felt that many of the questions he had encountered had been answered.
"'God', 'Lord of Mysteries', 'Fallen Mother Goddess'..." Klein inexplicably felt unimaginable pressure.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Truman asked softly.
"..." Klein took a while to digest the knowledge he had gained, and then looked at Truman. He had some hesitation on his face, but still asked solemnly, "Why me?"
Not Russell, not Beckett, not "Hela", but him.