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Chapter 1064 The Lord's Left Hand

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Pézot, in a more remote area, features a church built of stone, rough in form and still awaiting refinement. Within, the most striking and refined element is an altar upon which stands a wooden cross and a tall figure bearing the cross. Brother Snowman sits in the front row, facing the image, his head bowed and eyes closed, intently praying. A middle-aged man, not particularly aged but with a few lines of age, he wears a simple white robe that has been pressed and washed many times over, with brown hair cut short. His arms, shoulders, calves, and feet are adorned with a variety of old scars. At that moment, three people entered the church—two men and one woman. Both men wore black coats and matching trousers, distinctly contrasting with the surrounding environment. One of them wore a vest, a half-high hat, and a formal tie, with a more refined, distinguished presence; the other wore a simple white shirt, more relaxed and casual, with a relaxed, poet-like air—his dark hair and bright eyes giving him a graceful, free-spirited charm. The woman wore a fitted white dress with lace-edged sleeves and a lace blossom embroidered on her chest. She wore a beautiful silver-white mask that revealed her emerald eyes, a high nose, a softly painted mouth, and the lower part of her cheeks—inviting one to imagine how stunning her full appearance must be. They were so striking, captivating from every angle, yet the pedestrians passing by, the few churchgoers inside, and even the praying monk in the corner paid them no attention at all, completely overlooking them. This is a fusion of illusion and psychological invisibility. "Justice" Audrey has now entered the active phase, no longer displaying any obvious curiosity. With a gentle gaze and a soft tone, she said, "The most pressing issue right now is to get Mr. Snowman to fall asleep; otherwise, we'll have to wait until evening in this world. "Evening," she added. "Relax—it's just a minor matter," Leonard, known as "Stars," replied with a smile. Compared to "Justice" Audrey, who has only experienced a few extraordinary events, Leonard, as a night watcher, has seen countless such instances and maintains a calm, composed demeanor—so much so that he already feels inclined to tease Kline a bit. Of course, he is unaware that "Justice" Audrey has just performed a hypnosis on a half-god. Klein glanced at his former teammate. "Then let's begin," he said. He carried the "Cross of No Darkness" in his hands; within less than three hours, it would revert to Sequence 5 and activate the "Weird Mage" extraordinary trait—so naturally, he had no intention of wasting time. Back in the groove of the wild adventurer once more, hmph... Leonard didn't waste words, simply raised his hand to smooth his hair, and suddenly his emerald eyes deepened into a profound stillness. In silence, the cloistered monk Snowman, who had been quietly praying, had already slipped into deep sleep. That was the extraordinary power of "Nightmare"... "Justice" Audrey's eyes sparkled as she silently murmured, thoughtfully. She had actually witnessed "Nightmare" before—during the battle against the noble Count of the Bloodline, O'Neils Boreal—but due to the urgency of the moment, she hadn't fully appreciated it. Now, at last, she could observe it clearly and completely. Then, she raised both hands, grasping the arms of the two gentlemen—representing "World" and "Stars"—and, using the power of the "Dream Walker," carried them into Snowman's dream. "I can manage this myself..." Leonard murmured as soon as he stepped into the hazy, misty world. Neither Caine nor Audrey paid attention to what he was saying. They quickly scanned the scene, taking in the full details of Snowman's dream: It was another church—exceptionally grand. Classical stone columns supported the lofty dome, yet the hall remained unbroken and remarkably spacious. The church's main doors were so tall and wide that even giants would find them imposing, with candles placed in silver cups glowing warmly on either side. At the fore, the altar was magnificent, adorned with a gray-white cross and a statue bearing the cross. The statue's face was not sharply defined, yet it conveyed a sense of compassion for humanity. Snowman sat in the first row, facing the altar, his head bowed, eyes closed, deeply engaged in prayer. "This resembles the abandoned church in the town that the small 'Sun' described in the afternoon," said Audrey, the embodiment of justice, her gaze sweeping over the stone arches, speaking softly. At the same time, she worked hard to calm her inner curiosity, telling herself to remain composed. A small "Sun"? Where was it small? That man was clearly taller and more robust than me... the abandoned church in the town in the afternoon... "Star" Leonard thought half-skeptically, half-curiously. When he joined the Tarot Circle, "Sun" Deric had already returned to Silver City. Though he occasionally mentioned his explorations of the "Kingdom of the Giants," he had never presented any corresponding visual evidence. "Indeed," Caine turned his gaze back, agreeing with the "Justice" lady's words, and then said to her, "Try guiding Snowman's dreams, urging him to express the key information from his unconscious—especially regarding the King of Angels." "The task," Nightmare" and "Dream Walker" can both accomplish it. Caine assigned it to the "Justice" lady specifically to give her more time to digest the magic potion—after all, Leonard had already passed that stage. Moreover, when it comes to matters involving the subconscious, "Audience"-path extraordinary beings are undoubtedly more specialized and operate with greater precision and effectiveness. It wasn't until now that Leonard, only recently, began to realize a key issue: the "Justice" lady's demonstrated abilities were deeply rooted in the realm of dreams. That meant she had already advanced to the rank of Sequence 5 "Dream Walker!" How fast that was! Leonard was deeply surprised and hard to believe. He remembered when he first joined the Tarot Circle, the "Justice" lady had mentioned that she had been practicing as a "hypnotist" for less than a month. Now, just three months had passed since then. She had indeed already attempted to purchase advanced materials at several tarot gatherings—yet in under four months, it was already astonishing that she could fully absorb the Sequence 6 "Hypnotist" potion…Leonard’s thoughts raced through his mind, and unexpectedly, he no longer felt proud of his status as captain of the Red Glove, a near-elite member of the Church, and a Sequence 5 "Spirit-Witch." As his thoughts flowed, "Justice" Audrey nodded softly and stepped forward, approaching Snowman. The shimmering, emerald eyes, like precious stones, suddenly rippled with ethereal waves—those ripples continuously subsided, sinking into deeper shades of shadow and stillness. An invisible current surged, and the altar before the church instantly blurred. The grand, majestic structure, along with the cross and statues upon it, simultaneously faded and warped, then suddenly unfolded, radiating a moderate glow of light and shadow. This light and shadow wove together into a three-dimensional portrait—a majestic, continuous range of mountains, with its main peak soaring into the clouds. Yet the clouds dared not obscure the peak; instead, they parted gracefully to either side. At the summit of the mountain stood a colossal cross, taller than the mountain itself. Before it, a magnificent figure sat, veiled in layers of radiant glory. Angels with two, four, or six wings—some blowing horns, others playing lyres or flutes—circled and danced around the figure, praising and singing in turn. Eight indistinct human figures, each bearing twelve pairs of wings, gathered around the majestic deity, some reclining at His feet with dependence, leaning upon Him, others floating on either side, awaiting His command. This scene, Klein had seen before, and knew that the divine figure was the ancient sun god, and that the winged human figures were the kings of the angels. At that very moment, Brother Snowman opened his eyes and looked at "Justice" Audrey, speaking to her with the solemn and dignified tone of a teacher: "Only the Holy Spirit can truly serve the Lord—that has been my lifelong pursuit... I saw the Lord standing upon a sea of亿万 glories, His mercy spreading over heaven and earth, with eight 'Kings' standing beside Him." “The ‘Angel of Darkness’ is the first angel created by the Lord, His left hand, His representative, the副king of heaven; “The ‘Angel of Imagination’ is the Lord’s eldest son, and the Lord said, ‘In the distant future, you shall become the savior of all living beings’; “The ‘Angel of Time’ is the Lord’s second son, and the Lord said, ‘You are the god of cunning, the god of playful mischief, the light that comes at the time of the end’; “The ‘Pure White Angel,’ the ‘Wind Angel,’ and the ‘Fate Angel’ are the Lord’s faithful followers—steadfast, courageous, devout—rising from strength to strength, never changing; “The ‘Angel of Wisdom’ is redeemed through repentance, sanctified through redemption—exactly the opposite of those who, bearing the fruit of sin, fell to earth; “The ‘Angel of War’ is the Lord’s wrath, His judgment—He comes upon the earth to bring sword and battle…” To his surprise, the ancient sun god had prophesied that Adam would be the savior—this left him somewhat puzzled. That's the complete assembly of the Eight Archangels. "Stars" Leonard listened intently as well—this was something the elder had not shared in detail with him. It was a true ancient secret, dating back before the great catastrophe. "Justice" Audrey had seen the mural depicting the Three Kings of Angels sharing the creations of the Silver City's Maker, and had matched each of them with the corresponding titles—Eternal Sun, Storm Sovereign, and God of Knowledge and Wisdom—without being particularly surprised. She turned her head slightly, gazing at "World" and "Stars," and with a calm, composed demeanor, began to interpret the deeper meanings embedded in the sentences: "According to Mr. Snowman, the Dark Angels were created, while the pure White, Wind, and Fate Kings grew alongside the ancient Sun God from a humble beginning—well, that 'humble' phase might refer to Sequence 4. The Intellect Angels, on the other hand, appear to be outsiders, joining later, possibly even initially in opposition to the established powers." Upon hearing "Justice"’s words, Caine suddenly recalled a name from the Silver City’s mythos—the Dragon of Wisdom, Heralbogen. He then nodded, signaling to "Justice" to continue. After reciting several relevant scriptures, Snowman suddenly spoke seriously: "There are faithless sectarians who worship the night hidden within our parish! This is the decree issued by the kings."