Although Klein had been in the Forsaken Land for less than a week, he had already gained sufficient understanding through Little "Sun" about this place, knowing that normal humans, even saints, when walking in darkness, must use flames to create light, otherwise they would easily encounter dangerous monsters lurking deep in the darkness, or be devoured by the concealed, disappearing silently, never to be found again.
At this moment, that elderly clergyman, without a beast-skin lantern, in the pitch black, through the thin mist, slowly entered the interior of the church illuminated by the dim yellow light of an oil lamp.
If not for his deep, calm eyes devoid of any madness, Klein's first reaction would have definitely been that he had encountered a special monster.
Of course, this contradiction of being normal while immersed in darkness was so great that any being with above-average intelligence could easily conclude that the newcomer might be even more terrifying than a special monster.
A being capable of traversing the darkness unaffected with sufficient wisdom and spirituality, Klein had only seen one before: The "Blasphemer"
Feeling the dim yellow light on his face, the tall old man in a deep black clerical robe, slightly hunched, stopped and looked at Klein by the demon wolf statue, asking in a deep, hoarse voice: "Where has the master of this city gone?"
Klein was the type to avoid combat with strangers if possible, and as he heightened his vigilance, he replied frankly: "I just entered this city. I don't know where its master has gone."
As soon as he finished, the entire church suddenly dimmed, and a thin mist surged in from outside like a tide, flooding the interior.
The light from Klein's oil lamp could no longer illuminate the windows or the doorway; outside was pitch black, and nothing else was visible.
In an instant, this church with the demon wolf statue seemed to have been isolated from Noss Ancient City, its location unknown.
Klein's pupils slightly dilated, and he looked at the clergyman with wrinkles and white hair, asking in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
The hunched clergyman replied condescendingly: "I am a servant by the throne of the Lord God, the Holy Word Angel Stif. I walk for the Lord in this land of the past, pursuing blasphemers who lurk in the darkness."
As he spoke, the old man's figure suddenly swelled to four meters tall, and behind him, pieces of dark illusory feathers emerged, interweaving light and shadow to form four pairs of deep but holy wings.
"The Holy Word Angel" Stif... a servant by the throne of the Lord God... the land of the past... This is a follower of the
Klein pretended he had never been an enemy of the
The Holy Word Angel Stif stared at Klein for two seconds and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"
This was not easy to say directly... Klein sighed and laughed: "I am a lonely traveler."
After he gave this answer, he suddenly felt an extremely dark self emerge within him, which sank down and merged with the shadow created by the oil lamp's light.
That pitch-black figure then twisted and came alive, stretching into another Gehrman Sparrow, a Gehrman Sparrow with gloomy eyes and a lonely disposition.
At this, Klein's pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he extended his right hand forward and to the side, grasping in the air.
At this point, if he still hadn't guessed that Stif was using his "answer", then he could join the Aurora Order and believe in the True Creator.
In that moment, he already understood what the "Holy Word Angel" was.
This was clearly the "Evil Word Angel"!
Using the other's answer, intercepting part of it or amplifying the ambiguity, to create a word-spirit effect!
When Klein said he didn't know where the city's master went, Stif intercepted "I don't know where it went", causing Klein to trap himself, isolating himself from the outside world.
When this angel spoke his identity, every word elevated his level and power.
When Klein answered who he was, it was used to separate out a "lonely traveler" self.
From the moment he appeared in Noss Ancient City, Stif, in his black clerical robe, exuded intense malice.
And just as Klein was trying to summon an image from the historical pores, that gloomy Gehrman Sparrow seemed to be in sync with him and also reached for the same projection, canceling each other out.
Seeing the ability of the "Ancient Scholar" being suppressed, Klein's gaze sharpened, and without hesitation, he was about to open his mouth to say a word in the
But in the next second, that word was stolen.
Near four meters tall, the hunched Holy Word Angel Stif had grown a head covered in blood on his left shoulder; it closely resembled his own, but much younger, appearing only about forty.