"It's so comfortable to have the Old Man with you; he even helps think of ways to digest the potion," Leyton murmured to himself. He reached out and wiped the letter paper, and the handwriting on it spontaneously floated up, transforming into a three-part honorific name:
"The Favored of Knowledge and Mysticism, The Ferryman of All Deaths, The Great Mr. Pulak Eggers."
He casually tossed the letter paper into the Spirit World. Enveloped by spirituality, the letter paper automatically returned to the Book Messenger and was then sent to Leonard's location.
After replying to Leonard, Leyton went directly to the basement of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom in Asak city, planning to rest for a bit and, incidentally, plan Roselle's resurrection.
As soon as he sat down, Leyton felt that some information belonging to his past self was being pulled out of history.
"No wonder a Scholar of Yore needs the other party to be closely connected to them when summoning a Historical Projection. If it were someone unfamiliar constantly bothering me like this, I'd definitely package a Mystical Reenactment gift set and send it over."
As he sighed softly, thick, emerald pea vines continuously dangled from the ceiling, rapidly engulfing his body.
Forsaken Land of the Gods, outskirts of the Giant King's Court.
Leyton's Historical Projection suddenly became vivid. He curiously surveyed his surroundings, his gaze lingering briefly on the Giant King's Court, which was solidified in the twilight. Even though it wasn't his first time seeing the Giant King's Court, the scene here was still breathtaking.
Withdrawing his gaze, Leyton turned his head to Klein and asked:
"Judging by the time, you should have just been resurrected, right? Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"
Klein calmly replied:
"Please have your Historical Projection take me away from here. The movement speed in the Information Torrent state is much faster than relying on my marionettes and teleportation."
"A means of transportation?" Leyton sighed, somewhat speechless, then added, "Next time, give me a heads-up for something like this. I wouldn't have needed to project my consciousness here."
As he spoke, he had already placed a hand on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into the Information Torrent state.
A terrifyingly vast torrent of complex information, composed of countless streams of information, surged forth in a phantom-like state, flowing like a torrent towards the north of the Giant King's Court, vanishing into the sky in the blink of an eye.
Before this Historical Projection reached its duration limit, Leyton took Klein to a barren plain north of the Giant King's Court.
Everywhere were traces of dried riverbeds on the ground. A city with a dark, shadowy outline, shrouded in faint mist, and utterly silent, stood before them.
More than a city, it resembled a specimen frozen and solidified in boundless darkness, eerily quiet, exuding an atmosphere of terror.
Through the interaction of information, he could clearly see the situation within the city. In the slowly dissipating mist, people dressed in linen robes or animal skins lay in different places on the streets, as if at some moment in their peaceful lives, they suddenly lost their lives and fell where they stood.
Withdrawing his gaze, Leyton looked at Klein and said with a smile:
"A city of marionettes that has been abandoned. You should know what this means."
Klein nodded gently and murmured:
"The ritual required to advance to Attendant of Mysteries. The only one who would advance in this place is that Dark Demonic Wolf. I hope He hasn't succeeded yet."
Before he finished speaking, Leyton's Historical Projection had already reached its duration limit and spontaneously dissipated.
Klein exhaled a long breath. He summoned his own Historical Projection, then hid his true body in the historical mist, allowing his consciousness to awaken in the projection.
Then he reached out again, summoning Leyton's Historical Projection from the historical void. After a slight delay, Leyton projected his consciousness over.
He looked at Klein, who had now become a Historical Projection, and said without much fluctuation in his voice:
"Actually, you don't need to be so careful. There's no danger here apart from corpses and Monsters."
As he spoke, he placed a hand on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into the Information Torrent state, passing through the faint mist and entering the long-abandoned city.
Through the activity of the information form, Klein quickly surveyed his surroundings.
Just as Leyton had said, it had long been abandoned. The fallen humans and monsters already showed signs of decay.
Some sat on chairs, some leaned against walls, some sat on the ground, still blowing bone flutes.
As a Seer, he could clearly feel the vibrancy and life of this place before it was marionettized. At a certain moment, they abruptly solidified, continuously repeating the actions they performed in life, until they were abandoned, becoming a ruin in the darkness.
Under Leyton's guidance, Klein carefully observed the entire city, finally arriving at a relatively well-preserved church.
He surveyed his surroundings while muttering softly:
"A city composed purely of marionettes, but because there aren't many living people in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, it's difficult to generate enough interaction, which also makes this ritual more difficult."
"Kotar's abandonment of this place seems very hurried. Who is He avoiding? Amon? Or other Angels active here?"
Leyton did not answer Klein's question. He walked to the Demonic Wolf statue with eight legs, touched it with his hand, and countless streams of information surged in his eyes, like a vast galaxy.
A moment later, Leyton withdrew his hand and said with some helplessness:
"He did some processing to this statue, making it impossible to trace the past through it."
Klein nodded gently, not surprised by this. Staring at Kotar's statue, he pondered for a moment, then asked:
"Can we deduce where Kotar was hiding before based on the material used to carve the statue?"
"Although I've been to the Land of Miracles, I don't know the mineral distribution here like the back of my hand."
"Why don't you ask me?"
As Leyton's voice faded, a familiar voice sounded nearby, coming from a corpse lying on the street outside the church.
The corpse, which had been lying on the ground, stiffly stood up, holding a monocle he had pulled from somewhere, and placed it over his right eye.
Amon looked at Klein, who had already disappeared from Leyton's side, and chuckled:
"He runs really fast."
"Aren't you in a hurry to leave? As just a Historical Projection, you can't contend with me. I can even use the connection between you and a Scholar of Yore to create an Error, allowing myself to appear directly beside him."
Leyton shrugged, his tone flat as he replied:
"If you could do it, you wouldn't be talking so much to me."
Before he finished speaking, his Historical Projection directly dissipated. Klein had ceased maintaining this Historical Projection.
Southern Continent, in the emerald forest interwoven with countless pea vines, Leyton leisurely opened his eyes.
He briefly scanned his surroundings, then grumbled:
"Indeed, he's very cautious, directly stopping the maintenance of my Historical Projection."
"Forget it, let him play by himself. I also need to prepare for Roselle's resurrection."
As his voice fell, his body instantly dematerialized, breaking down into streams of complex and pure information, surging like a torrent out of the emerald forest.
North of the Fog Sea, the Dawn quietly detached from the Southern Continent coastline battlefield, sailing on the mist-shrouded sea.
In the captain's cabin on the upper deck, Roselle leaned comfortably by the bay window, in a rather good mood, gazing at the slowly dissipating mist on the sea and saying:
"Because of those Weather Warlocks, the Fog Sea hasn't seen sunlight for a long time. People who stay in this environment for too long will develop various psychological problems."
"There's a Sequence called Psychiatrist," Leyton interjected, following Roselle's words. After a pause, he changed the topic and asked, "Have you thought about your honorific name? You were killed right after becoming a Black Emperor, so you probably didn't have time to prepare for that, right?"
Roselle nodded gently and said:
"I had already thought of it before my advancement, but I'm no longer the governor of Intis, so my previous honorific name needs some modification."
"The Creator of Rules, The Shadow of Order, The Supreme Emperor."
As the two conversed, the Dawn's sailing speed gradually slowed down, and Bernadette's figure emerged from a patch of emerald pea vines.
She calmly glanced out the window and said concisely and powerfully:
"We've arrived at our destination. This island belongs to Feynapotter. It's not large, lacks fixed navigation routes around it, and aside from coastal fishing boats, few people approach it."
As she spoke, the captain's cabin door and windows all opened by themselves. The monocular telescope placed on the table strangely distorted its body, leaped into the air, and grew an eye at each end. One eye gazed at the distant island, and the other projected the scene onto it.
After observing the island ahead and the surrounding sea from the ship for a moment, Bernadette calmly nodded and said:
"There are no people staying on the island, and no ships, special spirits, or strange creatures in the nearby waters."