When克莱恩 saw the scene clearly through the eyes of the "wailing spirit" Senyor, his heart suddenly raced, the thudding sound so intense that he could hear it himself. As a "seer" skilled in interpreting omens and symbols, he felt his blood rushing violently toward his head, filling his skull with a dizzying pressure that seemed to impede further thought. Yet even under this condition, a faint, distinctly his own voice echoed in his mind, filled with growing fear: That figure—shattered and devoured—should represent the ancient sun god, the all-knowing, all-powerful deity who created everything, the very one worshipped in the Silver City! And those three strange figures surrounding Him—I have seen them before! In the underground ruins of Beckland, in the places where terrible spirits were sealed away! They exist in the form of statues, less evil than depicted in this painting, representing respectively: "The Eternal Sun," "The Lord of Storms," and "The God of Knowledge and Wisdom!" Suddenly, Caine remembered a term he had once acquired from facing "The Eternal Sun": "The Pure White Angel!" This... can't be right, can it? Did "The Eternal Sun" once serve as an angel among the ancient sun deities? Earlier, the younger Sun had mentioned that during his visit to the town in the afternoon, he had heard a holy official of one of the creators speaking in a tone of repentance and prophecy, murmuring about certain matters—among which was this: the kings frequently convened in secret within the palace belonging to twilight. Was "The Eternal Sun" originally known as "The Pure White Angel," the king among the angels, and had he, too, betrayed that creator? And He, along with the "Lord of Storms," the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," and that dark infant whose identity remains unknown, reaped the greatest benefits, sharing in the body of the silver-city's creator... Records from the major churches document that these three oldest deities originated from the spiritual division of the Primordial Creator... Is this not, in a sense, a hint at a long-overlooked history? If my guess is correct, then "Lord of the Storm" and "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" should also be the same divine creator venerated in Silver City—the Angel King serving the ancient Sun God. Perhaps we should call them the "Wind Angels" and the "Wisdom Angels." In that case, all eight Angel Kings are now accounted for: the Dark Angels, the Pure White Angels, the Wind Angels, the Wisdom Angels, the Imaginary Angels, the Time Angels, the Fate Angels, and the Red Angels. From the words the young "Sun" has heard and the subsequent fates of each of these Angel Kings, it seems that, aside from Amun and Adam, the divine offspring of the gods, all the other Angel Kings have betrayed their Creator. How unfortunate for the ancient Sun God! Yet, perhaps this painting is not authentic—maybe it's a slander, something to be questioned. Who, then, is the dark infant seated within the ancient Sun God's belly? That figure seems to bear a strong resemblance to the true Creator. At once, Klein found himself thinking of numerous possibilities. The more he reflected, the stronger the impulse grew to turn around and walk away, as if he had never seen the painting at all. At that moment, his uncontainable fear even led him to believe that the Eternal Sun, the Lord of Storms, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom were casting down their gaze from the stellar realm, watching him as if in a vision. Who had left this painting? Who knew so many hidden secrets and clearly stood aligned with the ancient solar deity? Who among the other angels and saints, who had always followed and faithfully believed in this silver-city creator, could hold such a position? Cold sweat broke out on Caine's brow, and his body trembled slightly. Although Algier's observational skills were not quite on par with the Lady of Justice, he was still an experienced extraordinary being, and in this environment demanding constant vigilance and alertness, it was not difficult for him to notice that Germán Sparrow was off his game, slightly out of place. "What's wrong?" he whispered, speaking softly. Caine suddenly snapped awake, guiding the specter Senior out of the way and pointing to the circular area where no stone sarcophagus had been placed. "Just look at it, and you'll understand." A painting that could make Germann tremble—would I lose control upon seeing it? He didn’t stop me; instead, he suggested I look. It seemed unlikely that anything would go wrong, though he might have already lost his senses, merely pretending to be normal. In an instant, Alger flashed through several thoughts, then steadied himself, holding his lantern firmly and moving steadily forward toward the central area. After a few steps, he clearly made out the dark-toned painting. Within just a few seconds, the hands that gripped his short blade and the one holding the lantern began to tremble uncontrollably—like he had suffered some kind of neurological disorder. He had once, at the Tarot gathering, seen human statues of the six divine beings in the presence of Germann, the "World." Naturally, he recognized the three figures devouring arms, tearing hearts, and sucking out brains as the "Lord of Storms," "Eternal Sun," and "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," respectively. Though he had once yielded to Zilinger's pressure and done acts of disloyalty to the Church, though he had joined the Tarot Circle, gradually distancing himself from "The Deep Storm," placing his faith in the "Fool" and striving for greater power and influence, though he had repeatedly betrayed Church intelligence and at times been negligent and inactive, he still always felt he remained a faithful follower of "The Storm Sovereign," merely less devout and less passionate. Yet at this moment, he genuinely believed he had committed a grave sacrilege, so deeply shaken that he nearly feared he would have to gouge out his own eyes. Not choosing to take his own life directly meant that I have truly become a mere pretender—no longer a genuine believer. Aljer dared not look at him further, turned his body, and addressed Germain Sparo, his voice still trembling: "Are those three all Angel Kings?" "I can't give you a definite answer," he replied somewhat vaguely, "all I can tell you is that 'Eternal Radiant Sun' and 'Pure White Angel' are closely linked." Indeed... Aljerton felt it was highly plausible that the "Lord of the Storm," "Eternal Sun," and "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" had once been the King of the Angels. As for Germán Sparo's inability to determine the situation, it was no surprise—after all, he was merely a Patron, not the "Fool" himself. Aljerton was about to speak when suddenly he heard a sharp, cracking sound. It was as if someone inside the stone sarcophagi were using their fingernails to scrape at the lids! No, not just like that—it was exactly that! Crack! Crackle! Crisp! Three stone sarcophagi on either side emitted sharp, piercing sounds of friction. Then, the heavy gray-white lids either lifted or burst open, and three distorted figures rose up. One of them wore a nearly gray, ancient white robe, its face decayed into a patchwork of hollows and pits, with deep, watchful eyes growing on its neck, forehead, and hands. The one beside it had massive hands and thick fingers, as if carved from wood, its surface covered in a yellow-green pus that seeped out, spreading a mist of the same hue capable of corroding stone sarcophagi. The third, clad in a tattered brown jacket and wearing a triangular hat bearing a white skull, had multiple areas of skin completely rotted away, revealing bone. Beneath its garments and within its trousers, slender, slick appendages with fish-scale plates emerged, radiating an aura of dignity, wildness, fury, and terror—so commanding that Caine felt as though facing a "storm" of high sequence, yet the creature itself seemed still falling short of that level. The three deceased who had crawled out of the stone sarcophagus simultaneously turned their gaze toward the direction of Germán Spalro and Alje. One was surrounded by a bright silvery glow, with electrical sparks crackling incessantly; another reflected the images of both of them within an endless array of eyes; the third emitted a yellow-green mist that spread outward, forming slender brown vines. At the same time, a steady, heavy footfall rushed toward them, as though a six-winged stone ghoul were hastening to reach this spot. Upon seeing this, Caine remained completely calm. With his left hand, which held the "Lehmanno Travel Journal," he reached into his coat pocket, pierced through the ethereal barrier, and with just two fingers extracted the Azk copper whistle. Then, with a swift wrist motion, he tossed the whistle toward the other side of the hall. As expected, the three figures—each radiating a terrifying aura—moved like well-trained hounds, turning simultaneously and rushing toward it. Aljer saw the scene, his gaze first sharpening, then firming into decisive action—he dropped his lantern and charged forward, running toward the door. His experience told him that Germán Sparo could handle the three terrifying spirits at once, while his own task was to intercept the six-winged stone ghoul and prevent it from disrupting the mad adventurer's battle. Thud! As Aljer reached the door, he saw the towering stone doors shattered into fragments, and a six-winged stone ghoul, wielding a stone lance nearly eight meters long, crashing straight through. Aljer took a deep breath, his anger blazing in his eyes, his muscles taut and expanding. With the wind at his back, he surged forward, swinging his short blade, now glowing with silver-white electric light. Thud! He deflected the heavy downward strike of the lance, driving both his fist and blade into the six-winged ghoul’s lower abdomen. For a moment, sparks flew and stone fragments scattered as Aljer was thrown backward, and the ghoul’s forward momentum was abruptly halted. Pfft! Alger landed heavily on the ground, thanks to the timely creation of an "air cushion," and suffered only moderate injuries. At that moment, the three deceased had gathered together, competing fiercely for Azk's bronze whistle. Kline watched them, calmly flipping open "Lehmann's Travel Notes," so that the complex patterns and symbols on the yellow, charred page faced upward—this was a recently acquired, semi-divine ability, "Lightning Storm!" Then, with his hand gripping the left-hand revolver, "The Bell," he used a single finger to smoothly glide across that page. Meanwhile, he looked at the three mutated deceased vying for Azk's bronze whistle, and in a low, steady tone, greeted them. "Bye." With each soft "zzz" sound, a surge of silver-white lightning erupted into the air, weaving together to form a storm that enveloped the area around Azk's bronze whistle and the three transformed deceased. The entire burial chamber was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime, even making Aljere struggle to open his eyes, and the fierce, terrifying aura shook him to his core, causing an instinctive tremor. With the wind aiding him, he launched himself upward, once again charging toward the six-winged stone ghoul attempting to attack Germain Spaloff.