Chapter 280: Information Imprint

Klein and Azik Eggers walked together on the yellow-sand battlefield, listening to an Angel's account of that year's war.

"Isn't it normal for there to be winners and losers in war?" Klein sensed Mr. Azik's sorrow, but he didn't quite understand; even if they lost, it shouldn't warrant such a display.

"But, I admitted defeat prematurely before the outcome of the battle was decided," Azik said.

"At that time, the outcome was still undecided, but because of me, the army suffered a crushing defeat, and the entire force was wiped out."

"That is why those Solomon soldiers were charging at me just now, because we were enemies to begin with, and my soldiers roaring at me were questioning why I chose to admit defeat back then; it was not as if they lacked the hope of returning with full honor."

"It was I who destroyed their hope."

Klein's mind was a complete mess listening to this secret hidden in history; he could not comprehend it.

It was also at this moment that Klein's spirituality was triggered, and he looked ahead, where there seemed to be an illusory wall dividing this battlefield.

"Inside here is the battlefield from back then. Do you want to go in and take a look?" Azik looked at Klein.

"……Is that okay?" Klein asked cautiously.

"Of course. I also have to thank you; if not for you, I would never have been able to find this sealed-off battlefield in the depths of the Spirit World to see some of the details from that year."

"This piece of the battlefield has been drifting in the Spirit World for a long time."

"Why did I come here? Is it a coincidence?" Klein asked suddenly.

"It could be a coincidence, or it could be the Law of Beyonder Characteristic Convergence," Azik replied.

That would be understandable, but are there characteristics of the "Diviner" pathway here…… Klein nodded thoughtfully.

"Let's go in." Under Mr. Azik's lead, Klein passed through that wall which seemed to be composed of illusory shimmering light.

"Kill!" In a trance, Klein arrived at a battlefield from over a thousand years ago; blood was splattering, and lives were being harvested.

This was a war on the scale of hundreds of thousands, and with the presence of Beyonder armies, the carnage caused was terrifying.

The entire battlefield was like a giant meat grinder, burying both the ordinary people and the Beyonders within it.

This is completely different from the Beyonder battles I know; organized Beyonder armies are too terrifying…… Klein was completely stunned.

"This is a type of imprint and projection of information from that year. Because of the Spirit World, it has been preserved until now. Here, one can see everything that happened back then," Azik introduced, bringing Klein to the top of a small hill.

The perspective here was excellent, taking in the entire battlefield at a glance.

Directly opposite was an ancient city; Klein's spiritual intuition was jumping wildly, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

With just one glance, he saw the sky filled with lightning, strict Rules, and a tide of blood.

But in that instant, Klein also recalled a truth of this world—one must not look directly at a god!

Could the one opposite be a deity?!

"Only look at the surface, do not delve deep." Azik's hand gently patted Klein's shoulder.

The sense of horror in Klein's heart dissipated by more than half, and only then did he dare to look up, but because of the fright just now, he did not dare to look at the ancient city on the other side, instead following Mr. Azik's gaze toward another direction of the small hill.

Standing there was a…… Mr. Azik?!

"That is me." Mr. Azik's expression became very grave, staring fixedly at his own information projection.

Appearing in Klein's eyes was an Azik wearing noble black-and-gold battle armor, sitting high upon a Bone Throne.

He wore a Golden Phoenix Crown on his head, his gaze cold and murderous.

This…… is completely unlike Mr. Azik!

Mr. Azik could be said to be one of the gentlest people Klein had ever met; this state of Mr. Azik was completely contrary to his perception.

He was more like a god, while the current Mr. Azik was more like a human…… Klein thought of this inexplicably.

"Azik, you have lost! The Balam Empire has also lost! You lost to Alistair Tudor!"

A voice came from that city Klein dared not look at.

And it was also at this moment that the expression of that "Death Consul" who was more like a god changed abruptly.

"Azik, you need to pay the price for the failure of the war. From now on, I strip you of your status as Administrator!"

An even more magnificent voice descended from the infinite heights, completely sealing the fate of this war.

And the Death Consul knelt on the ground, his crown falling into the dust.

This sudden turn of events made Klein's eyes widen; the battlefield that was still in a stalemate also fell into collapse at this moment.

After morale hit rock bottom, the opposing army launched a fierce attack; the Balam Empire's army collapsed directly, and the final result might truly have been the total annihilation of the entire force!

"War……" The outcome of this war gave Klein a strange sense of absurdity; did the First Imperial War end just because of this one sentence?

What of those countless soldiers fighting on the battlefield?

"It was just a sentence……" Klein murmured.

"Yes, it was just a sentence." Mr. Azik's voice.

"This sentence erased all the efforts my subjects and I had made for years, buried all my soldiers, allowed the other side to win the war between the two continents, and helped Him complete the ritual."

"The one who declared my failure was even my Father God." Azik's expression turned cold, extremely similar to that Death Consul who had fallen into the dust.

"……" The information contained in these words from Azik was so much that it made Klein feel suffocated.

"Was the ending of this war destined from the beginning?" Klein asked.

"This is the trend of history." Azik suddenly said a sentence that Klein found unusually familiar.

"The trend of history?!" Klein was startled.

"I have heard this sentence!" Klein looked at Mr. Azik and said in a grave tone, "From the assassin who assassinated Duke Negan, and also from certain members of the current Blood Sect."

"Some of their members are members of a hidden organization, pushing history to move in the direction they want," Azik nodded slightly.

Klein heard something familiar again; he had seen similar descriptions in the Roselle Diary.

"Beware of the Spectator," Azik reminded Klein.

Klein nodded silently, noting this sentence down.

After joining the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society, his sources of mystical knowledge could be said to have expanded greatly.

After all, there were quite a few transmigrators who understood Chinese; they naturally would also collect the Roselle Diary, master a lot of high-end knowledge, and discuss it at meetings.

Chumen knew the Characteristic of "all that is spoken must be known," so he only recorded it for now, not daring to think too much about it.