Chapter 454: Zaratul

The fog created by the "Weather Warlock" had been swept clean, though the dust and smoke produced by the battlefield of ordinary people were still drifting slowly.

At a certain moment, both Klein and the "Weather Warlock" looked up in one direction, where an old man wearing a black hooded robe was slowly approaching.

His eyes were as dark as lightless water, and the white beard on his face and around his mouth was long and thick.

Klein's body slowly tensed, and he watched Zaratul with vigilance.

"It's not common for two Angels to besiege a Sequence 3." The "Weather Warlock"'s tone was slightly relaxed, but the next moment, it became cold and frigid.

"But, this is war!"

It seemed as if an army stood behind the "Weather Warlock," and his personal aura gradually climbed; at the same time, the morale of the Feysac army gradually recovered and even became more soaring than before.

Zaratul and Klein exchanged a glance and silently raised their hands, pulling three Angels out from the Fog of History.

One was a middle-aged man also wearing a black robe, whose appearance bore some resemblance to Zaratul; one was an old man with graying hair and starlight flickering in his deep brown eyes; and another was wearing the noble robes of the Solomon Empire, with blue eyes, chestnut hair, and two small, neatly groomed mustaches.

"Zaratul's father, a 'Traveler' of the Abraham Family, and the First Speaker of the Empire, Roselle Gustav!"

Klein let out a soft breath; he was not particularly surprised by the camp of historical projections Zaratul had pulled out.

Zaratul had spent years in the Solomon Empire; one only needed to research some of the Angels of the Solomon Empire and select a few who might have had a good relationship with him to basically determine them.

"But pulling out his own old father—he's prepared to crush me to death."

Old Zarathul was an "Attendant of Mysteries," and the Sequence suppression against Klein would only be stronger than Zaratul's!

As soon as Old Zarathul appeared, he raised his hand and clenched it slightly, and a shadow shrouded the entire battlefield.

This was the "Mysterious Realm," a prototype of the Divine Kingdom; Klein could even feel his connection to the world becoming weak. Here, there was the Authority of the "Hidden" domain!

"The pressure is immense..." Klein's body was trembling slightly, but this was something he had been prepared for before the war began.

Klein dissipated the "Book of Calamity" in his hand, replacing it with the "Order Scepter" and the Bronze Coffin, and then he tossed the "Order Scepter" to George III and the Bronze Coffin to Mr. Azik.

Afterward, he dissipated the "Battle Angel" and brought out the "Mysterious Angel" Bernadette Gustav once again!

Zaratul's expression changed slightly when he saw Bernadette; after all, there was a Roselle standing behind her.

However, he did not dwell on it, because due to the hidden ability of the "Mysterious Realm," the Angels outside could no longer perceive what was happening inside.

*Cough, cough*... This definitely did not include the "Dream" Pathway; this was something Klein could be certain of.

Pulling out a historical projection of a "Causality Attendant" and letting the "Causality Attendant" fight for you—that was a massive Causality.

Unless one completely severed the Causality Thread, no one could hide it from them.

And to completely sever the Causality Thread, probably only a proper "Servant of Concealment" could do it.

A "Mysterious Realm" from a deceased "Attendant of Mysteries" alone could not achieve that.

The eyes of the Bernadette historical projection flashed slightly for an instant, and only Klein noticed it.

It was just that for some reason, this Angel lady was not prepared to expose herself, and her eyes remained dull. Now, Klein's Angel camp consisted of the Pontiff lady, the "Death Consul" and the Bronze Coffin, George III plus the "Order Scepter," Bernadette Gustav, and the "Snake of Fate" hidden in his hand.

But the few in front were already enough to make Zaratul fall into silence; this even exceeded the number of Angel-level combatants he could summon.

Even a "Miracle Invoker" could not summon more than three Angel-level historical projections.

Now, on the surface, Klein already had four Angels and two Angel-level Sealed Artifacts!

"I am curious, where is your limit for Spirituality?" The "Weather Warlock"'s pupils also shrank as he looked at the several Angels standing behind Klein.

Before Zaratul arrived, he and Klein had engaged in an Angel-level battle, during which Klein had even managed to truly injure him by relying on the Bronze Coffin.

The amount of Spirituality required for that was massive, and now he could actually still summon six Angel-level projections?!

"Hmm..." Klein thought for a moment and said, "After I became a Demigod of the 'Dream' Pathway, I don't seem to consider the consumption of Spirituality anymore."

Klein's words provoked the two Angels once again.

"Then let me try!" The "Weather Warlock" gently waved the long sword in his hand, and a layer of dark clouds that obscured the sky appeared out of thin air, as if the sky itself were collapsing and pressing down on Klein.

"Mysteries weakened, Reality enhanced!" George III, holding the "Order Scepter," established a Rule for this battlefield that was absolutely impossible to resist for anyone below an Angel.

*Sss! *

The impact on the Angel battlefield was minimal, but on the battlefield below the Angel level, all Beyonder abilities were completely extinguished in the first instant.

In this moment, the entire army behind the "Weather Warlock" suffered a severe weakening, and their morale plummeted.

This scepter was, after all, not the genuine article and lacked that terrifying power of Rules, but it was enough to weaken the "Weather Warlock."

"My connection to them is not something you can weaken!" A rust-like color flashed in the "Weather Warlock"'s eyes, and his connection to the soldiers actually strengthened out of thin air.

In that battlefield that had completely become one of ordinary people, the Feysac army charged crazily as if they had been injected with stimulants, and that will fed back directly into the "Weather Warlock."

Even after becoming ordinary people, their will to fight remained high.

But at the same time, the Pontiff lady's "Curse" also fell upon him.

"Wrong!" The "Weather Warlock"'s Spirituality jumped, and he actually performed a Shanjian, a rare move, instead of taking the Curse head-on.

He looked at the Rose Pontiff again and discovered that the eyes of this Pontiff of the emerging Rose School of Thought already had the light of consciousness flickering within them.

The consciousness of the real Rose Pontiff had descended!

"Your Rose School of Thought wants to participate in this war?!" The "Weather Warlock" shouted sternly. Before, it was just a historical projection, which was easy to explain, but now it involved the stance of the Rose School of Thought.

And the stance of the Rose School of Thought reflected the attitude of that "God of Boundless"!

"..." The Pontiff lady glanced at this "Weather Warlock," and then her eyes became dull; this was her attitude—she was only here to help, and it had nothing to do with the Rose School of Thought.

(End of chapter)