Chapter 710: End and Beginning

Carrying four blond‑haired, red‑eyed heads, Renite Tinikoru glanced at Kotar's corpse for a while, then looked at Kelaien, and the four heads spoke in turn:

"I want." "His." "Spirit worm." "Half."

"Also." "Four pieces." "Your crafted." "Talisman."

"No problem." Kelaien nodded in agreement, then turned his gaze to Leiketon.

The latter smiled, gave a casual nod, and said, "Just right, I really need these mid‑low‑tier attributes."

He paused, looked at Kelaien and Renite Tinikoru, and said with a smile:

"Both of you, if you need these spirit worms, you can exchange mid‑low‑tier attributes with me."

"Already." "Enough."

Renite Tinikoru's two heads held in her right hand spoke one after another.

Kelaien also shook his head; he has the least need for spirit worms, and when he does, he can simply pull one off himself.

While the three were talking, the Invisible Servant summoned by Leiketon had already gathered the valuable items around them.

It placed half of the spirit worms before Renite Tinikoru, and the Invisible Servant, carrying the remaining items, walked behind Leiketon and vanished silently into the darkness.

Kelaien watched the scene with some surprise, curious about where Leiketon summoned these Invisible Servants from and how they left with the loot.

The God‑Abandoned Land and the spirit realm cannot connect, so how was this done? By using the Star Realm or a hidden world? While pondering, Kelaien stepped forward to the semi‑transparent black velvet curtain bathed in starlight.

To his surprise, the curtain showed neither resistance nor danger; it simply rested quietly in his hand.

As if it were waiting for me. With the thought drifting, Kelaien had already retreated to Leiketon's side.

An iron cigarette case fell into his hand on its own, containing a Luen gold coin; Renite Tinikoru's figure flashed across the coin.

Kelaien nodded toward the Miss Messenger inside the coin, then looked at Leiketon and said, "Let's leave; if we stay longer, A Meng might arrive."

Leiketon gave a noncommittal nod; layers of starlight radiated from him, dissolving all corpses on the ground, which crumbled and vanished.

After that, he placed one hand on Kelaien's shoulder, helping him transform into a torrent of information and swiftly depart from here.

In the darkness dozens of miles away, in a hidden spot, transparent worms crawled out of historical fissures, outlining the silhouette of the dark wolf Kotar, becoming clearer and more real.

It abandoned its original corpse, altering its resurrection location by making a wish, thus avoiding the chance of being ambushed at the body.

As for the loss of that curtain, it's a pity, but one's own life is far more important; as long as one lives, there's still a chance.

It could see the "Night" favor on Kelaien, and the methods Leiketon just displayed that surpassed the normal sequence's "Knowledge Emperor" ability, which gave it a strong sense of danger, leading it to follow its heart's will.

Fully revived and familiar with its new body, Kotar swiftly moved its eight long legs and left the spot.

As the light flickered, its figure vanished into the deep darkness.

Near the abandoned castle, after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding air rippled, and countless tiny creatures invisible to the naked eye crawled out.

The surroundings suddenly warped, as if an error occurred, and A Meng, clad in a black classic robe and a matching pointed soft hat, appeared here.

He reached out, adjusted the monocle over his right eye, and curled a faint smile.

"You left quite quickly; I thought that cowardly demon wolf could hold out a bit longer. Looks like he got help from outside."

"Covering tracks in front of the most outstanding 'decipher scholar' is very clumsy."

Muttering to himself, a massive, weathered wall clock's phantom emerged above A Meng's head.

The longest hand on the wall clock spun rapidly counter‑clockwise two turns; an indescribable invisible torrent surged, countless lights and shadows fluttered like rewound footage, revealing scenes that had occurred here.

Above the Grey Mist, within an ancient grand palace, Kelaien sat quietly on the highest‑backed chair.

He had completed the sacrifice, sending the curtain to the Grey Mist, and, relying on the historical projection summoned by the 'Magician' Fu Er Si, dispatched Miss Messenger out of the God‑Abandoned Land.

Looking at the black velvet curtain lying quietly on the mottled tabletop, Kelaien exhaled softly and said:

"Things finally come to a pause; next is preparing to help Silver City explore and open the Giant King's Court, which will inevitably be sniped by A Meng—he knows exactly what I intend." "If we could produce enough talismans with 'Mirror Traversal' ability, I could also use them to bring the people of Silver City and Moon City out of the God‑Abandoned Land, but that's somewhat unrealistic, and the seals can't be taken away."

After a moment of silence, he radiated his spirit, touching the illusory stars representing Leiketon and Azuke, pulling them up to the Grey Mist.

He looked at the silent Leiketon and Azuke who stared at him, smiled, and asked, "Any advice on exploring and opening the Giant King's Court?"

Azuke shook his head, solemnly saying, "I advise you to give up; A Meng will surely be waiting there, perhaps when you reach the Giant King's Court, or perhaps after you finish the exploration and breach it."

"Facing the true form of an Angel King, you have no chance at all; even if I rush over now, I cannot contend with an Angel King."

Kelaien fell silent for a moment, sighed; although abandoning help to Silver City is the most rational choice, after learning about the Little Sun and the fates of Silver City and Moon City, he finds it hard to decide.

In the silence, he turned his gaze toward Leiketon, hoping for a different suggestion.

Leiketon shrugged, speaking calmly:

"The Divine War is about to begin; driven by all aspects, it will bring this war to a close."

"As a finale, it will inevitably be accompanied by the fall of the deity atop the pyramid—perhaps one, perhaps two, perhaps more."

He paused, then laughed and added, "I have bad news and good news; which would you like to hear first?"

Kelaien replied, "The bad news is that you and Mr. Azuke cannot spare a hand to help me; even a historical projection cannot bring your consciousness here."

Leiketon nodded, adding, "Good news: the True Creator and the angels under its command also cannot intervene here."

Kelaien forced a wry smile, nodding, "So the only one I'll encounter in the God‑Abandoned Land is A Meng?"

"Ha, I'm already describing A Meng as 'only', how pretentious."

He paused again, adding, "Without external aid, it's hard for me to tangle with A Meng."

Leiketon nodded, calmly saying, "Therefore you need to prepare in advance, seek assistance, and show A Meng that you're vying for the first profane stone slab."

In the western district of Beckland, inside a three‑story cottage, Fu Er Si suddenly rose from his chair, walked to the window, and gazed deeply at the desolate street outside.

"What are you going to do?" By the fireplace, Xiu, who was packing, looked curiously at his friend.

"To be a qualified tool person," Fu Er Si replied with some resentment.

As she spoke, a phantom book slowly turning was reflected in her eyes.

Soon, an extraordinary ability she had pre‑recorded was activated.

She immediately reached into the void before her, pulling; a heaviness came to her hand as if encountering resistance, making the projection she had pulled from the historical fissure extremely heavy and hard to move.

When Fu Er Si was about to give up and try again, the weight vanished, and a familiar figure was easily dragged out of the historical fissure.

Lei Kedun glanced around, seeing the neatly packed luggage piled on the living room floor, and chuckled, saying, "Good morning, ladies. The war should end soon; you don't need to rush packing your luggage."

Fu'ersi sat directly in the armchair to one side, speaking wearily:

"Whatever you're doing, hurry up and go; my spiritual energy can't hold out much longer, maintaining your historical projection is far harder than for Shijie Xiansheng."

Lei Kedun said nothing more; his body instantly split into one stream after another of pure, chaotic information, surging away.

Xiu watched where Lei Kedun had disappeared, then turned their head to look at the already lying down Fu'ersi, and asked curiously, "Why have you been constantly summoning historical projections lately?"

"I don't know; I'm just a tool person who's summoned and dismissed at will."

"If back when I was a Recorder there had been so many high-level illegal abilities recorded and usable, my magic potion would have been digested extremely quickly; unfortunately, I am now a Traveler, and the outbreak of war has left me nowhere suitable to travel."

"No, I need to start meditating; my spiritual energy is draining too fast. At this rate, I can't even last three minutes."

After complaining a few sentences, Fu'ersi began closing their eyes to meditate, thereby easing the loss of their spiritual energy.

On the street, the city that had been yellow, blue, and off-white, bustling and prosperous, full of vitality, turned gray, black, and dark red, desolate and chaotic, with a hint of lifelessness.

The sound of artillery fire kept overlapping and erupting, not far away, at the city's edge, and some even appeared within the city itself.

(End of chapter)