I have a role in the heavens

Once George III was promoted to the Black Emperor, Emperor Roselle would surely perish completely. The eldest daughter of Emperor Roselle would naturally not stand idly by and chose to join hands with Klein to stop George III's plan.

Bernadette and Klein had already made an agreement in advance. As long as the other party recited her honorable name, she would descend on Backlund and randomly choose a secret mausoleum to destroy, responsible for attracting the attention of George III's angels.

In East Chester County, outside a secret mausoleum, Bernadette wore a girlish yellow cake skirt and a black old-fashioned soft hat. She emerged surrounded by pea vines that grew out of thin air. Her long, smooth chestnut hair fell behind her, her eyebrows were thin and long, and her eyes were blue, as if she contained a vast ocean. She stared at the mountain wall in front of her, slowly stretched out her right hand, and quickly outlined a strange symbol in the void.

A drop of blood oozed out from between the index finger and solidified in mid-air, absorbing the strange and mysterious symbol. The blood trembled slightly, and the void resonated with it. In the blink of an eye, an illusory translucent door appeared in front of her. Looking through the door, she could clearly see a huge mausoleum made of black stones.

Bernadette took a step and stepped into the illusory door, coming to a dark and deep area. A road was circling, and the stone pillars on both sides illuminated the surrounding environment.

In the dark and mysterious mausoleum, a little bit of deep light gathered and condensed into a figure in the dim mid-air. This figure had a square face, black hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a thick beard, and a solemn expression. It was the founder and protector of the Kingdom of Loen, William Augustus I.

Bernadette saw this, and there was no surprise on her face. She turned her palm, and a golden object appeared in her palm. He was like a shrunken kettle, but the wick stretched out of the mouth of the kettle.

Bernadette's right hand rubbed the item a few times, and some mysterious and complex symbols appeared on the surface of the item. The wick burned silently, and the light it emitted was like a viscous stream of water, spraying upwards, forming a blurred and distorted light golden figure.

"Eternal lamp god, I want to make a second wish and gain the strength of a knowledge emperor for one day."

The item in Bernadette's hand is called the Wishing Magic Lamp. The seven major churches have a number for this sealed object, 005. This sealed object can fulfill the holder's ten wishes, but the form of the wish fulfillment will be distorted, bringing terrible consequences.

None of the owners of the Wishing Magic Lamp have a good end, including Emperor Roselle. He once warned Bernadette that she could use language and preparation to avoid the price paid for the first two wishes, but she must never make a third wish.

Backlund, in the sewer, Klein finished reciting and once again used the extraordinary ability of the ancient scholar. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed, and a figure emerged in the air. This is a lady with ordinary features, dark eyes, wearing a simple robe, a bark belt, long black hair, no shoes or socks, bare feet. She is a Sequence 2 Servant of Secrets, the leader of the Ascetics of the Church of Night, Arianna.

"Hide my existence and protect the citizens of Backlund!"

Klein was shocked. This summoning was too fast. He didn't have time to think about it and gave the order directly.

Arianna nodded, her eyes were smart, and her reaction was not stiff. It was not a historical image, but a real body. She had been staying in Backlund. She sensed that Klein was summoning her historical image and came directly.

Although Klein realized that Arianna was coming in her real body, he didn't have time to think about it. He teleported directly to the secret mausoleum near Ahowa County.

Klein was now in a state of secrecy. His arrival did not alarm anyone. He did not dare to act rashly. He once again used the ability to summon historical images. His right hand reached into the void. After grabbing back and forth several times, his arm muscles suddenly tensed up, and he seemed to be struggling. He locked onto the target through the historical pores.

As Klein retracted his right hand, a figure quickly emerged in the void. This person was wearing a dark black robe embroidered with gold thread and a bird-shaped crown made of gold. His skin was bronze, his build was medium, his hair was black, his eyes were brown, his features were gentle, and there was a very thin black mole under his right ear. It was Azik Eggers. However, unlike the Azik that Klein knew, this historical image had cold and indifferent eyes, like a high god, looking down on all living beings in the world. This was the true face of the Archon of Death, a Sequence 2 angel.

Klein did not stop and stretched his right hand into the void again. This time, no human figure appeared. It was not because he failed, but because he used another ability of the ancient scholars to summon himself from a dozen breaths ago. He took out a small metal bottle from his arms and threw it to his historical image. His real body hid in the historical pores, appearing to be extremely cautious.

Klein's projection brought the historical image of Aziz to the entrance of the mausoleum and opened the metal bottle. A stream of blood shining with extraordinary characteristics flew out. He used his spirituality to outline a strange symbol in the void, which merged into the blood and opened an illusory door.

Klein and Azik took a step, crossed the illusory door, and entered the mausoleum. Everything seemed so smooth.

The guards in the mausoleum discovered the intruder and quickly started the ritual prepared in advance, ready to summon the royal angels to stop them.

In a secret place in Backlund, the Duke of Nanwell, Drink Augustus, who was countless generations ago, opened the space channel and prepared to stop Azik and Klein.

Suddenly, a young man next to him stopped the old duke, frowning, with suspicion in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, something is wrong. This Azik's eyes are extremely dull and lack agility. He doesn't look like his real body. It should be a historical image summoned by an ancient scholar. Let me deal with it. You stay here to guard against the ancient scholar hiding in the dark corner. Although he is only Sequence 3, he is no easier to deal with than an angel!" Drink Augustus looked a little arrogant, with gray hair and a shrewd and sharp look in his eyes. He smiled when he heard it.

"Although this ancient scholar is in a secret state, I still noticed his traces. He is very cunning and hides in the gaps of history, right next to the historical image of Azik. He wants us to mistakenly think that his real body is not there, so as to deceive us to destroy the mausoleum!"

Drink Augustus is cunning and experienced. He directly saw through Klein's arrangement, stepped out, and entered the space channel.

In the mausoleum, Azik Eggers's eyes were indifferent and his expression was cold. He glanced around, and his body suddenly swelled and turned into a giant snake covering the sky above the mausoleum. This giant snake is both illusory and real, and seems to be composed of things that humans cannot understand. It is covered with huge dark green scales, and white feathers grow in the gaps. There are strange symbols of different shapes on each feather and scale. Even if you just see it, it will make people's flesh and blood rot and turn into a zombie.

This is the Quetzalcoatl from mythology. Pale flames are burning in its eye sockets, and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out from its back. In the howling wind, the upper body of the Quetzalcoatl, which was hovering in the void, stretched out, opened its bloody mouth, and sprayed out pale flames, covering the entire mausoleum, as if to burn everything.

A series of dark lights shone from the deepest part of the mausoleum, blocking the pale flames and preventing the mausoleum from being destroyed. These lights gathered and woven a figure. It was Delink Augustus, the Sequence 2 Balancer, the angel of the Arbitrator Path, and a strong man who was no weaker than Azik.

As soon as Drink Augustus appeared, Klein's projection became rigid and stiff. His body had already escaped from the historical pores and teleported back to Backlund, appearing outside a secret mausoleum in the lower reaches of the Tussock River. He took out another metal vial again, and the blood of the extraordinary path flew out, outlining a strange and mysterious symbol, opening the illusory door, and was about to destroy the mausoleum.

But something unexpected happened to Klein. What caught his eyes was not the scene inside the mausoleum, but a black church. This was the church of the Kingdom of Night. There were figures hanging in the church, gentlemen, ladies, young ladies, old people, children, very strange, and it made people's scalps numb.

"Cack, cackle!"

The crows outside the church were crying, and the harsh sound revealed an ominous atmosphere. Klein knew that he was in big trouble. He was facing the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, a Sequence 1 mysterious servant, who was the guide of the extraordinary path of Emperor Roselle.

The bodies hanging upside down in the church fell to the ground one after another, opened their eyes, and stared at Klein intently, making him feel cold all over and his hair stood on end.

"Zaratul!"

At the same time, outside Backlund, under the No. 1 ruins that the Angel King Adam had imagined to deal with the three major churches, a figure appeared. She had a slightly round face, a beautiful face, a bit of sweetness, and an extremely outstanding temperament. It was the witch Triss.

After Triss approached the No. 1 ruins, she also took out a small metal bottle and used the blood inside to draw the strange symbol, opening an illusory door. Behind the door appeared a bottomless valley, where the secret mausoleum of the Blood Emperor Tudor was hidden.

Triss hid her figure and stepped into the gate. Her body fell down like a feather. The whole process did not alarm anyone. She quickly sneaked into the mausoleum. Just as she was about to approach the target, a majestic voice sounded from the void.

"No hiding here!"

A middle-aged man appeared in mid-air. He had a long and square face, a crown of thorns on his head, thick eyebrows, big and bright eyes, and a small mustache. His clothes were old-fashioned, different from those of modern times. He looked at Triss with dignity.

This middle-aged man was Prince Grove, a Chaos Hunter of Sequence 3, a powerful half-god and half-human. The crown on his head shone with pure light, gathering and interweaving into an ocean. This was a Level 0 Sealed Item, and its number in the archives of the Seven Churches was 036.

In the depths of the mausoleum, it was dark and majestic. George III wore a black crown on his head. He had taken a potion, and his body was transforming in the direction of the Order Shadow, extending and spreading in a strange state. The nine mausoleums were like islands in the ocean of nothingness, and were part of the entire rule. The emperor George III, who was chanted by the people of the Kingdom of Loen at the same time during the ceremony, became a series of lighthouse anchors, allowing him to firmly position himself so as not to be separated from reality and lost in the shadow of order.

Even with so many arrangements, George III's thoughts inevitably began to diverge during the promotion process, and his soul felt torn apart, and he was in great pain.

"I have joined forces with Zaratul of the Secret Order. He also brought the God of Ea, several other helpers from the Twilight Hermits, Grove and others from the family, and other demigods from the military and the kingdom are all fighting on the front lines or protecting the people of Backlund. I no longer need to worry about others disrupting the promotion ceremony!"

"In just two more minutes, I can become an eternal god, the Black Emperor who rules reality. Even the Seven Gods can't stop me!"

Klein tried to teleport out of the church, but he seemed to be locked inside the church and couldn't leave. In desperation, he could only use the ability of the ancient scholar again and summon a historical image.

The figure gradually emerged. He was wearing a gorgeous robe, with long curly chestnut hair, azure eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. This was a handsome and mature middle-aged man. This man was Emperor Roselle. He looked down at Klein, and countless illusory symbols appeared in his eyes.

Klein and Emperor Roselle have a close relationship, so he can summon the historical image of the Black Emperor. As a Sequence 2 Sage, Klein's strength is not enough to summon the Black Emperor Roselle.

A large amount of knowledge appeared in Klein's mind out of thin air, and his head was about to burst. He had to infuse this huge amount of knowledge into the hundreds of spirit insects in his body, and then he barely endured it and regained his ability to move. He stretched out his right hand again, grabbed the void in front of him, and continued to summon historical images. The historical image of Emperor Roselle alone was not Zaratul's opponent.

Klein communicated with Will Auceptin, and a silver-white, scaleless snake appeared. His eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were cold. Mysterious patterns and symbols appeared around his body, like countless wheels of fate.

Will Auceptin is a Sequence 1 mercury snake in the monster path. Now he has been reincarnated. This time, it was not the historical image that appeared, but the reappearance spell of yesterday was used to temporarily restore his strength in his heyday.

The body of the snake of fate curled up into a circle, biting its tail with its mouth, forming a wheel of fate. Its huge body gave people a heavy sense of oppression, and a mysterious aura spread out, as if it could affect the fate of the other party.

"Snake of fate, restart!"

The figures of Emperor Roselle and the mercury body began to become illusory and merged into the space. The strange corpses that fell on the ground were suspended in the church again. Klein's figure also began to retreat continuously. Time was flowing backwards, and Klein appeared again in the lower reaches of the Tussock River.

Klein opened the teleportation without hesitation, shuttled through countless spiritual creatures, and came to another secret mausoleum. He used the remaining blood to outline the symbol and opened the door of illusion. He entered the mausoleum, summoned the scepter of Poseidon, released a terrifying lightning storm, smashed the target, and then turned away. Everything seemed so smooth.

"Well, this is a real dream!"

Klein noticed something strange, and quickly dispersed his past projection, summoned a past self again, broke the control of the dream, and a real scene appeared in front of him.

Klein stood on the cliff at the entrance of the mausoleum. Below him stood a dark and majestic building. An ordinary-looking old man stood in the void, looking at Klein calmly as he woke up. He exclaimed with a slightly surprised tone.

"You actually got rid of the dream I wove and were not deceived!"

This old man was a Sequence 2 Insighter of the audience path, a powerful existence at the angel level, so he was able to use the ability of a dream weaver to weave a real dream and deceive Klein's spirit the moment Klein just arrived here.

"Another angel, what a trouble!"

Seeing this, Klein showed a hapless expression on his face. A silver-white harmonica appeared in his hand. He put it to his mouth and blew out a breath, but no sound came out.

The space beside Klein twisted slightly, and the leader of the Rose School of Temperance, Renette Tinicole, appeared. She was wearing a Gothic court dress, with no head on her neck. She held four heads that looked like beautiful women in her hands. The blond, red-eyed head spit out a strange spell, and the other head began to chant a spell in ancient Hermetic language.

"Yesterday is back!"

Reinette Tinicole was borrowing power from her past self to restore her heyday, but the spell did not change at all, and her spell failed.

"Don't use ancient Hermetic language in front of me!"

The old man smiled faintly and said calmly. This old man was the pioneer of the Second Epoch, the founder of the Hermetic language family of human mystical language, a former member of the Dusk Hermits, and the behind-the-scenes leader of the Psychological Alchemy Society, Hermes.

Klein and Renette instantly understood the identity of the old man in front of them and the reason why the spell failed. Using ancient Hermetic language in front of him was like talking about the Analects in front of Confucius, which was beyond one's ability.

The other two heads in Renette Tinicole's hands chanted spells in Giant and Elven respectively. Since the ancient Hermetic language could not be used, she used other mystical languages ​​to achieve her goal.

"Yesterday is back!"

The strange and bizarre spell was instantly ignited by a transparent flame and merged into the void. Renette was ignited by the transparent flame and merged into the void.

Reinette's body began to expand rapidly, and the four heads in her hands flew up at the same time and landed on her neck. The four heads became illusory and overlapped, merging into one. She turned into a rag doll as big as a castle, wearing a black Gothic long skirt with countless mysterious symbols on it. Her eyes were filled with blood, and her eyes were strange and bloody. She stared at Hermes, her mouth kept opening and closing, but no sound came out.

"Ancient evil creature, transformation curse!"

The old Hermes instantly changed from a human to a white and fat rabbit, but he did not panic at all. His body began to continue to expand and grow, like a mountain. For the angels passing by, the change in his external image could not affect his strength. (End of this chapter)