Just now, as Klein was thinking of a way, an image naturally appeared in his mind: The sea of clouds between two peaks violently "boiled" and parted to the left and right, revealing a dark fissure whose bottom couldn't be seen. The orange-red twilight light flowed into it, forming a solid road.
This was a scene created by
And just as Klein felt he didn't have enough understanding of the corresponding ability and was about to try another method, the red, green, blue, and transparent gems set in the "Star Staff" glowed with a faint light and activated on their own.
The solidified grayish-white fog also "boiled," but less violently.
It rolled back and parted to the sides, but ahead still stretched endless grayish-white without any end.
Klein sighed to himself, and while being careful to control his thoughts, he began other attempts.
In three minutes, he made at least ten efforts. Seven were voluntary, and three were reflexive, but none could open the invisible barrier.
…Normal methods really didn't work… Klein flicked his wrist, and the historical projection of "0-62," which was nearing its maintenance limit, disappeared from the real world.
He stared at the silent grayish-white fog, motionless for dozens of seconds, as if turned into a statue on the spot.
Finally, Klein closed his eyes, withdrew his gaze, picked up the lantern, and walked toward the humans who were watching him from not far away.
He decided not to continue blind attempts, as they were unlikely to succeed. He intended to ask those ancient aborigines who had held out here for two or three thousand years and had clearly explored this grayish-white fog, to see if he could find inspiration from the experience they had accumulated over the long years.
As Klein expected, those humans would inevitably react strongly to his approach, and he had already prepared abilities to make them calm and talk to him peacefully. However, when he looked over in the dim yellow light of the lanterns on both sides, he found that those ugly or deformed humans were all slightly open-mouthed, staring at him with expressions of confusion and shock, as if temporarily losing the ability to think.
Klein frowned slightly, and in the deep darkness, he walked at a moderate pace to the front of that group of ancient aborigines, stopping about two or three meters away.
"What do you know about this fog?" Klein asked in a low voice in the
This language that could leverage natural forces had no regional differences, only slight variations in accent, but not many, because if it was altered from the original, it would likely lose its effect in ritual magic.
Only when Gehrman Sparrow posed the question did Adar seem to come back to his senses. He moved his lips for a while and then spoke, not answering the question: "We… we have never managed to change the fog…"
The scene of Gehrman Sparrow making the fog boil like water and part to the sides had indeed frightened them, giving them a feeling of witnessing a miracle.
The efforts of generations of
This was the main reason they gave up resistance when Gehrman Sparrow approached.
They instinctively believed that no matter how they evaded, it would be useless.
Klein was silent for two seconds, then continued to ask: "Do you have any records about it?"
Adar this time somewhat understood what Gehrman Sparrow meant. He hesitated, then nodded slowly: "There are… but only the High Priest and others often look at them."
Klein, wearing a black coat and a half-top hat, thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and took an item from the void.
It was a cross stained with patina and protruding with several sharp spikes.
The historical projection image of the "Cross Without Darkness" derived from the "
Klein held the cross, raised it a little, and aimed it at the group of ancient aborigines.
Pure, bright, and warm light burst forth, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and shone upon Adar, Xin, and the others.
Their combat experience made them reflexively try to defend, but the instinctive comfort caused them to only halfway complete the action and stop.
That light, that warmth, was absolutely incomparable to a campfire!
The remaining members of the Moon City hunting team, in a daze, recalled the deity from ancient books and the High Priest's words—a deity radiating infinite light and bringing infinite warmth.