Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 435 A Dreamlike History

When advancing to the Sequence Four, Klein chose the safest method: first becoming a "Favored One of Cause and Effect," and then plotting to become a "Trickster."

This choice was made for two reasons: first, the rituals could not be performed simultaneously; and second, he knew that the advancement of a "Trickster" might encounter very serious problems.

But the ritual for becoming an "ancient scholar" has long been completed. Besides, when it comes to the safest environment for advancement, nowhere in the world can compare to this ocean!

Being in this ocean, it's hard to lose control even if you want to.

"What is he trying to do?" As the guardian of this ritual, Bernadette naturally noticed Klein's unusual behavior, and then she saw Klein suddenly pull a bottle of potion from his chest.

"Stop!" Bernadette said gently, but Klein, who had finally made up his mind, was not going to give up easily.

"Don't worry, I'm confident." Clay simply transmitted his thoughts to Bernadette through the causal thread, and then directly poured the potion down her throat.

Bernadette's outstretched hand remained frozen in place. As a dream angel, she could cause Klein's ritual to fail with just a thought.

But He could not actively stop this promotion; "Do as you please, but do not harm" was a motto He had followed since childhood.

The potion seemed like a cloud of mist, weightless, but after entering Klein's body, it broke apart into wisps that entered each of the phosphorescent worms.

A cold yet burning pain spread through every phosphorescent worm. At that moment, Klein saw a familiar, boundless grayish-white mist before his eyes.

That is the mist of history, all that he experienced in this world, and deep within it, the distant years he spent suspended in the cocoon of light.

"The ritual was much more effective than I expected, so how many years have I been hanging in the gray fog?" Klein quipped, but the next moment he stepped into history.

Of course, the dreamlike baptism he is undergoing is still ongoing and has not ended.

The dreamlike starlight and seawater entered the mists of history, and Klein's journey sprinkled starlight into every corner of history.

Klein entered the mists of history, but here lies the Sea of ​​Dreams.

He walked through history, experiencing the sublimation of his own status. Along the way, he discovered various fragments of starlight in the surrounding mist, which was the Iron Age of the Fifth Epoch, with Roselle and the Rose School...

These are all histories that Klein knows, revealed in the mists of history.

"The Fourth Epoch..." Klein delved deeper and saw the war that engulfed the entire world at the end of the Fourth Epoch. Death fell, the Night Emperor bled, and a dreamlike trajectory glided across the Astral Realm and the Spirit Realm. The gods were speechless, and the starry sky was silent.

Then came the coexistence of empires, the First Imperial War, the founding of Byron...

Because of his connections with angels and his own visits to those abandoned battlefields, Klein's understanding of the history of the Fourth Age far exceeds the requirements for promotion to "Ancient Scholar".

"Then came the Tertiary period..."

Klein suddenly felt as if he had entered a terrifying battlefield, where endless light engulfed him.

"No!" Klein's spirit was awakened. He knew something about the history of killing the creator of the Third Age, but it was no more than that of the Fourth Age. However, the fragments of light in history had not faded or decreased!

"It's the Dream Sea!" Klein realized something. The seawater formed from starlight underwent a certain change after following Klein into the mists of history, filling in the gaps in the history that Klein only knew a little about.

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Klein saw the spear of fate pierce the chest of an angel.

This was Klein's initial impression of the war, and beyond that impression, his understanding of this war to assassinate the Creator was limited to the participants.

"Come here." Klein heard a voice in history and saw a blurry but familiar figure in the mists of history.

At the same time, the body of the angel king of the "Sun" pathway shattered, and all his attributes dispersed and surged to one place.

Klein's eyes widened suddenly. In that instant, he realized something. After all, he was also someone who possessed knowledge of the "Angel King" of the Third Age. He could guess who the one who was killed was, and who killed Him!

"It's Truman..."

Klein murmured, watching the full properties of the "Sun" pathway merge into Truman's body.

"Then who is the current 'Eternal Sun'?!"

Buzz... Klein moved forward uncontrollably, witnessing more of history.

For example, Truman thrust the Spear of Fate into an indescribable beam of light and shadow.

This scene is full of absurdity and fantasy. In the holy books of the Creator of the Third Age, the status of the Dream Angel is equal to that of the Vice-King of Heaven, equivalent to the Creator's right and left hands.

But now He has plunged the spear of fate into the breast of the Creator.

The scene was so visually striking, its sacred and dreamlike quality completely stunned Klein.

Truman in the scene suddenly looked up, as if he had discovered something, and looked at Klein.

Klein was startled and instinctively stepped forward, entering into a more distant part of history.

However, compared to the shocking assassinations of the past, some of the history of the Third Age and even the Second Age was nothing special.

Klein witnessed the Creator's rule at the beginning of the Third Age, the Creator's holy war at the end of the Second Age, and the war between the Dream Angels and the "Queen of Calamity"...

Klein is also very knowledgeable about the history of the Second Age because he controls the "Book of Calamities".

"Where is my limit?" Klein leaped into the last ball of light.

This is a very simple building, probably in the style popular in the early Second Period.

Klein thought for a moment, then pushed open the door with only a few leaves on it, and saw a familiar face lying inside the house.

Compared to the person I knew, he seems very immature now, like...

"When I first traveled through time," Klein said quietly.

It was at this moment that Truman suddenly sat up from the makeshift bed.

His eyes, shimmering with a dreamy phosphorescence, seemed to see Klein through history.

"Hello," Truman greeted with a light laugh.

"..." Klein was shocked. A person from history was actually able to greet him?!

No, he seemed to have shown signs of that just now... Klein suddenly felt a little nervous.

"Look behind you," Truman pointed at Klein and reminded him.

Klein instinctively turned his head and saw the cloak fluttering behind him.

Its appearance was so abrupt that it sent chills down Klein's spine.

"Go back." Truman waved his hand gently, and Klein's body suddenly retreated, returning to the Dream Sea in the next instant.

"Seal!" With a thought, Klein stirred the waters of the Dream Sea. His reliance on this ocean was the reason he dared to advance simultaneously!

(End of this chapter)