Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 475 The Tarot Club Intervenes

Adam looked at Serres, pondering the message contained in his words.

"I understand."

It's unclear what He understood, but He simply nodded.

“Hmm… I just came up with a fancy-sounding way of saying it on the spot,” Serres scratched his hair, “but you seem to really relate to it.”

Immediately, he proudly raised his head: "I'm really amazing."

"Speaking of which, you seem much more relaxed than the last time I saw you. Have you figured out how to advance to Sequence Zero of your memories?" Serres changed the subject and asked.

Adam nodded slightly: "Something happened recently that gave me some insights."

"What's the matter?" Serris asked curiously.

What's going on? Is there some big news he hasn't noticed?
“That happened about three months ago, but I only recently came across this information,” Adam replied. “It’s quite strange, really. Such a big thing, and it took us on Earth so long to find out…”

Serres immediately guessed what Adam wanted to say.

as predicted……

“An Ancient has fallen,” Adam answered. “But the most unusual thing is that this Ancient fell silently, without even having much impact on the universe.”

“Unless He is erased in an instant, so that even the symbols He represents don’t have time to have any impact on the universe because of His fall,” Serres said. “Or perhaps in an instant, His past, present, and future are all easily wiped out.”

"To be able to do something like this... is unbelievable..." Adam lowered his eyes.

“Let me guess.” Serres had little interaction with the spirit world, but he could roughly guess who had died. “It was… the Mother Tree of Desire, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” Adam nodded.

“This is classic.” Serres spread his hands. “This is a classic example of abundant scum.”

"Long life, prone to depravity and loss of control, wielding the power of desire, possessing greed, ignorance, and anger... and it's also a tree."

"Even I, a pharmacist devotee, don't know how to clear his name."

“I thought you would be rather resistant to this kind of thing,” Adam said, looking at Serres. “About that Star Hunter.”

“I have no aversion to Lan,” Serres corrected. “Besides, the Mother Tree of Desire, in my opinion, should also be killed.”

“The Immortal Ship has a list of ten unpardonable crimes. I borrowed from it and wrote a few names of people I think should be killed, and I would not help them even if I saw them.”

"One of them is called: [Dishonoring longevity]."

“Ninety percent of the bountiful people should die,” Adam said, echoing Serres’s thoughts.

Although He has never entered the simulated universe, the information floating in the ocean of the collective unconscious cannot stop Him.

“Yes, that’s right.” Serres said with certainty, “If you ask me, those things that caused our pharmacist sister to suffer such infamy should all jump into Black General’s belly if they had any conscience at all.”

“Well, except for me,” he added knowingly, “I have absolutely no conscience.”

[Regarding the principle of "being lenient with oneself and strict with others"]

"I skipped Black General," Serres thought to himself, referring to the husky.

That was a very heroic sacrifice.

[Wait, weren't you taken in by Aha?]

"What happened?"

During the exchange, a certain part of the Church of Bones suddenly twisted and became chaotic.

A "loophole" was opened, and then a young man wearing a monocle appeared.

"Old Deng, let me borrow your church for a bit."

As soon as Amon, wearing a pointed wizard's hat, poked his head into the church, he saw two pairs of eyes simultaneously fixed on him.

One was calm and gentle, the other was full of smiles.

Oops, I've been caught by the evil Masked Fool.

Adam, save me!

…………

Kingdom of Loen, East Chestershire, beside the body of Herwin Lambis.

Edsack and Triss had already left, and Audrey, carrying Herwin Lambis's extraordinary qualities, chatted with Mr. World as she walked towards her villa.

“I’ve been going to the underground shelter occasionally to reassure the people, and I’ve heard many people say that if we are completely defeated, the war will end, and we won’t have to worry about shelling, bombing, and food shortages anymore. They think that life will return to its original warm and peaceful state.” Audrey’s tone was somewhat worried.

Although she was quite far from the battlefield, Audrey could still hear faint explosions if she listened carefully.

Whenever this happens, she would secretly leave home and go to a nearby shelter to provide emotional support to the refugees there.

This has nothing to do with acting; it's simply because she wanted to do it.

“For most people, faith isn’t as important as life itself. After all, in the end, it’s still a true god who protects them,” Klein replied. “Therefore, such thinking is perfectly understandable.”

“But what the defeated will suffer is far more brutal than they imagine, and cannot be summed up by simply changing their minds…” Audrey’s tone was still full of worry.

Both the lessons of history and the conclusions drawn from the state of mind made Audrey more pessimistic than they were.

“Under the dream that envelops the entire world, wars between humans may not result in death. However, the swaying of numerous anchors will certainly cause the center of gravity of the divine war to shift. And the losers of the divine war will inevitably die,” Audrey speculated.

"The goddess's anchor has been shaken on a large scale... If it weren't for the food that was distributed earlier, it might have collapsed completely by now. And the goddess is using most of her energy to create a dream that covers the whole world, which is even more disadvantageous for her."

“Your idea is correct. Indeed, the God of War is willing to let the Goddess of Night shroud the world in dreams, probably because he also hopes to see her consume herself.” Klein agreed with Audrey’s statement, but he did not believe that the Goddess of Night would lose.

“The significant shaking of the anchor signifies that the war of the gods is about to begin,” Audrey deduced based on her expertise.

"So, what is your choice?" Klein stopped in his tracks.

“I think I need to do some things I should do.” Audrey stopped, looked up slightly, and smiled faintly at Klein.

Klein looked at her, and after a few seconds smiled:
"it is good."

Without Klein doing anything, in the blink of an eye, Audrey found herself gone from the manor to Backlund.

The sky was overcast, many buildings had collapsed and were burning with dying embers, and the streets were deserted, with no carriages or pedestrians.

This was completely different from the Backlund that Audrey remembered.

The original Backlund was blue, yellow, and off-white; it was lively, bustling, and full of energy.

Now it is gray, black, and crimson; it is withered, chaotic, and somewhat lifeless.

“I’ll hypnotize your parents so they’ll temporarily forget you and won’t worry about your departure,” Klein said. “Thank you, Mr. World,” Audrey said sincerely. “But there’s no need for that; I’ve already hypnotized them beforehand.”

"You knew I'd bring you to the battlefield?" Klein led Audrey down the dilapidated street.

“I can’t be sure about that,” Audrey replied, her words ambiguous. “But if Mr. World refuses, I will come on horseback myself.”

Klein chuckled softly and said nothing more.

Audrey looked ahead again.

Her task was simple: join the war and do everything in her power to prevent the Rune forces from collapsing before the end of the God War. If the victor of the God War was the enemy, she would use various methods such as "suggestion," "hypnosis," and "mental plague" to quell the venting emotions of soldiers, officers, and extraordinary beings, thereby reducing the damage caused by the war.

Even if no one actually dies, the mental torment and pain can cast a shadow over a person's entire life. Audrey's actions were precisely to prevent such a thing from happening.

She made a circle with her left thumb and forefinger, and Audrey put it to her lips and blew on it.

A clear whistle rang out, and a white steed appeared out of thin air and leaped into the sky.

"What should we call this? Will the Tarot intervene in the battlefield?" Audrey asked with a smile.

“Then remember to leave the tarot cards,” Klein replied with a smile.

“I will.” Audrey mounted her horse and waved to Klein. “Goodbye, Mr. World.”

"Goodbye, Miss Justice." Klein nodded in farewell.

The clatter of hooves swept past quickly, and Audrey rode swiftly through the flickering flames, heading straight into the distance.

"This is pure beauty..." Klein watched Audrey walk away, and couldn't help but let go and sigh.

The next second, his body shrank rapidly, turning into a dead rat.

His real body had already gone to the battlefield; what came was merely a puppet.

…………

Backlund, on the edge of the city.

This is the border between the battlefields of Rune and Fusak. The fog is exceptionally thick, to the point that targets cannot be clearly seen beyond five meters.

The howling wind swept through, tearing at the fog, occasionally bringing clear vision, only to be quickly filled by the surging thick fog again.

In the thick fog of war, cannons belonging to Backlund roared wildly, sending shells trailing red, blue, silver, or dark light hurtling toward the enemy lines.

But the next second, these shells encountered an invisible barrier and exploded one after another in mid-air, barely managing to shake the transparent "wall".

A few seconds later, countless crimson flaming spears leaped out of Fussac's camp, blotting out the sky as they hurtled towards the Rune's position.

As these flamethrowers approached their target, they suddenly became chaotic, scattered, and fell into the ground, creating one dark hole after another.

Amidst the intense gunfire, many soldiers were shot and fell to the ground, while many others were burned to a crisp.

The war has been going on for three months.

On the battlefield, broken soldiers were everywhere, and even the talismans or seals of the solar realm could not completely erase the gloom in their hearts.

In a trench somewhere in Rune, a soldier who had lost his temper was holding his head and shouting.

"What's the point of us dying here...?"

“Who will care if we die here, except our own families? Maybe only vultures and hyenas will care about our corpses.”

His words seemed to effectively stir up emotions, with many nodding in agreement and many having tears in their eyes.

The priests on the audience route ran through the crowd, constantly offering words of comfort, while the clergy on the night route stayed further back, pulling the soldiers, whose emotions had completely collapsed and were beyond control, into a dream.

At this moment, more and more people were caught up in the emotions, and someone shouted, "Our family members may have died long ago, or been sent to other battlefields!"

My emotions suddenly became even more uncontrollable.

The situation at the other camp, Fusak, was no better.

Cries and screams rose and fell, especially since they were facing Rune.

The Church of the Night wields the power of fear, and a blow to morale in this regard is devastating.

Every soldier and officer there seemed to have returned to their childhood, walking alone on a dark road, with no one around and everything quiet, which made them feel uneasy and afraid from the bottom of their hearts.

The fear of the unknown, stemming from imagined terror, can instantly cause their emotions to collapse.

A ray of bright sunshine fell upon them, allowing them to see the light and giving them courage.

However, a small number of soldiers still lost control, calling out "Mom" or the name of a woman, and tried to escape the battlefield.

"Why must there be a war?" a Fusak soldier asked, weeping.

“I don’t know,” the bearded singer said, shaking his head vigorously as he passed by the pastor.

He didn't know what to say; he only knew that he should do his best to summon more holy light, which would at least make the soldiers feel more comfortable.

The soldier seemed to have suddenly broken down; he sprang to his feet, grabbed the priest by the neck with both hands, and shouted, "Why is there a war?"

The Sequence 7 Sun Priest was being choked and did not struggle, even though he could easily knock the ordinary person in front of him to the ground with a single punch.

Because he also couldn't understand why war was necessary.

Soon, several clergy members from other places witnessed this scene. The half-giant from the Church of the God of War silently reached out and pried the soldier's hand off the sun priest's, without uttering a word.

But no matter what they thought, the war continued.

At this moment, a demigod from MI9 suddenly appeared in the sky above the center of the battlefield, raised one hand, and made a downward pressing motion.

The crown of thorns atop her head emitted the purest light, instantly dispelling part of the "fog of war."

"The mystery here has weakened, reality has strengthened!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the fog of war in this area quickly dissipated by more than half.

From this moment on, the power of these extraordinary beings would decrease rapidly, while their attacks based on reality would increase dramatically. At almost the same time, the artillery on Rune's side roared loudly, firing shells one after another.

For the Ruen military, this was maximizing their advantages.

But the battlefield remained silent, with only the Guardian's shield standing above and in front of the Fusak position.

Fussac seemed to have temporarily lost his morale and had no intention of fighting back, only symbolically throwing a few flaming spears.

At this moment, Audrey, riding a horse, finally arrived at the scene. Although the battle had entered a low point, the extraordinary application of such a large-scale, collective ability still greatly shocked her.

(End of this chapter)