Faced with the embrace of the "angels," Colin Iliad did not seem surprised; he calmly accepted everything, as if everything had been prepared for him all along. The ceremony began. He stepped forward, took the bottle of "Silver Knight" potion, and drank it. In silence, the body of the "Hunter of Monsters" swelled, transforming into a giant several meters tall—gray-blue in base tone, with dark, knotted veins and a mysterious, deep black fissure on his forehead. Every part of this giant radiated an incomparable blend of mystery and overwhelming power. While the human features remained in his head, the rest of his form had approached that of a mythical creature, emitting a strange spiritual influence. The very next second, it seemed as though Colin Iliad's head had suffered from a soft tissue disorder, gradually collapsing inward, with the dark fissure at its core slowly pulsing as if forming a swirling nebula vortex. This agony overwhelmed even the foremost "Hunter of Monsters" of Silver City—someone who had slain numerous powerful beings—causing him to emit阵阵 cries so intense that ordinary beings' minds nearly shattered, their spirits deeply disoriented. Had it not been for Colin Iliath having already evacuated the personnel within the Round Tower, leaving only the half-divine Wyt Hilmon to guard against unforeseen events, many extraordinary beings would have lost control at this very moment. The six powerful biological remains from different positions of the ritual, drawn by an invisible force, rose into the air and spiraled around the now-transforming Colin Iliath, establishing a mysterious connection that stirred fragments of his memories. Memories of pursuing a "Devil," of personally delivering the final blow that ended the suffering of his predecessor, and of countless victories over formidable monsters. These manifested within the altar, like a series of scrolls or paintings, occasionally merging with Colin Iliadet, and at other times withdrawing to help him anchor himself, maintaining a certain clarity amidst the intense suffering and transformation. Only now did Colin Iliadet fully grasp the essence of this ritual: as a Sequence 4 "Monster Hunter," every hunt of a powerful creature was a profound spiritual baptism, leaving deep imprints on his life. It was precisely through these spiritual imprints that he could locate himself after consuming the magic potion, remaining grounded amidst pain and madness. This reminded Colin Iliadet of a name recorded in certain texts of the Silver City: "Anchors!" By Sequence 3, one had already attained a kind of divinity, capable of responding to prayers within a certain range—and thus required an anchor. Since they hadn't yet reached the angelic level, the anchor might not even be a believer, and other elements could serve as substitutes—such as vivid, esoteric imprints in life. Within the awakened memories, Colin Iliad gradually regained his sense of self, reconnected with his body, and became aware of its transformations. Immediately afterward, layered wings composed of ethereal light emerged from his back, merging with the surrounding "scrolls" and progressively contracting inward, eventually collapsing onto his body to form a solid, magnificent, yet weightless silver armor. — After the "Hunter of Monsters" advances to the rank of "Silver Knight," slight differences arise due to variations in divine blessings; thus, the former leader of the "Court Pursuers," the "Slayer of Light" Milgongen, who received his blessing from the King of Giants, possesses slightly stronger abilities across all aspects of the "Silver Knight" domain. Colin Iliad occasionally introduced a degree of unpredictability and subtle variation to his "silver-white sword" that could transmit, allowing it to shift in a manner that was both random and preferred, difficult to anticipate. Additionally, when undergoing "mercury transformation," he gained certain unique advantages. As his silver armor finally took full form, Colin Iliad completed his ascension, now resembling a mythical being—except that his head had not yet developed his vertical, single eye. At this moment, he raised his right hand and swept it sideways. Suddenly, a surge of silver brilliance erupted at a small hill outside the city, tearing through everything around it and splitting the hill in two. ... During Colin Iliad's ascension to the rank of "Silver Knight," Drik Berg completed the ritual of seeking a blessing and received a small metal tube as a result. Seizing the moment when the chief manufacturer of Silver City exhibited an anomaly, drawing away most of the attention, Kline suddenly reached out within the ancient palace above the gray mist, summoning a bullet and the left-hand revolver, "The Bell," from the historical fissure. Immediately, having previously performed divination and confirmed that there were no Amon parasites within a broad area surrounding the small "Sun," he opened the cylinder without hesitation and inserted the "deceptive bullet" into it. Click! Kline's right hand trembled slightly as he closed the cylinder, then, through the connection of mysticism, aimed precisely at his original site of death in the air. Bang! With calm precision, he pressed the trigger, firing the single bullet. At the same time, leveraging this extraordinary ability, he used only his own intent to activate the power of "The Source Fortress." The gray mist surged once more, and the space itself boiled with energy—vast and slightly dim—flowing out in a powerful tide, enveloping the bullet, crossing the gap, and piercing into the real world. The light within the "Source Keep" suddenly dimmed. Caine suppressed his fear and apprehension, holding the historical projection of the "Great Bell" revolver, simulating the sensation of weightlessness and a rapid plunge, leaping toward the deep red star representing the "Sun," leaping toward that small vial of his own blood. At that very moment, fragments of light burst forth from the deep darkness, resembling numerous translucent, wriggling creatures. The slender metal tube that Daryl had received shattered on its own, and fresh red blood rose from it, floating upward, continuously splitting and merging with the light fragments. Within just a few seconds, these "fragments of light" coalesced into a single, massive sphere. The sphere stretched and transformed, swiftly outlining a human figure. The figure's contours were sharp and defined, his face stern and resolute, wearing a half-high silk hat and a black wool coat, carrying a black iron-left-hand revolver—none other than Germán Sparrow. Klein had successfully "deceived" the esoteric rule, using his previously preserved blood at the false site of resurrection to achieve his revival! No introduction needed—Derek had already recognized the visitor by that special aura. After a moment of stillness, his heartbeat quickened, and an unstoppable smile broke through: "Mr. World?" Kaine slightly lifted his head, glanced at the now slightly taller "Sun," and instinctively reached up, brushing his hat. He then nodded gently: "I'll be staying in the God-Abandoned Lands for the foreseeable future. However, I must leave now—I can't bring Amun to Silver City. Should the opportunity arise, I'll collaborate with you." Derek understood the meaning behind Mr. World's words and gave a firm nod: "Understood!" Just as Kaine raised his right hand, preparing to snap his fingers and use "Flame Leap" to depart, Derek looked at him and suddenly pointed to the storage cabinet in the room. "Mr. World," he said, "would you like to take some food? We have mushrooms that can produce milk!" "...Caine controlled himself, not allowing a twitch at the corner of his mouth, maintaining his stern demeanor and stating, 'I don't drink milk.' As soon as he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a cluster of crimson flames surged from his pocket, flowing like a stream to envelop him. The flames quickly dispersed, scattering like stars falling, and Caine's form vanished into Darien Berg's room. Outside the city of Silver, in a deformed grove of trees, flickers of light continued to blaze, stretching all the way into the barren wilderness toward the north. Only after he had truly distanced himself from the city did Caine slow his pace slightly, summoning a lantern from the historical rift and holding it in his hand. This successful resurrection was precisely what he had anticipated—once the right method was found, Amun could no longer prevent it. — In Silver City, Amun could only have a few copies of himself at the sequence 4 or sequence 3 level; Caine could simply locate them in advance using his 'true vision' and eliminate them." And if they could generate sequence-2-level duplicates, Klein—already possessing a preliminary grasp of the "Source Keep"—could fully engage these duplicates in a direct confrontation atop the gray mist, standing utterly invulnerable to attack and with a strong chance of repelling the enemy. Should Amun shift his essence to the Silver City, Klein would then be free to resurrect at his original site of death. Of course, Amun could create duplicates approaching sequence-1 level and dispatch them to the Silver City; however, under the principle of preserved extraordinary characteristics, how many such duplicates could he generate? No more than two! Meanwhile, Klein could divide his remaining blood into multiple portions and, through the granting ritual, send them to the "Hangman" gentleman, to the "Hermit" lady, and to "Stella" Leonard—offering a vast array of resurrection sites. Amun would simply be unable to monitor them all. This is a clear, well-founded strategy, forged through his own depth, exceptional capabilities, and the unique nature of the "Source Citadel." Even before attempting the resurrection, Klein was already highly confident in the outcome—his only concern was whether Amun would detect the potential deception early and intervene, thereby disrupting the resurrection site. Fortunately, his divination has preliminarily confirmed that the threat level is not high, which is one of the reasons he has dared to proceed. "Ah, truly free from Amun now..." As Klein walked forward under the dim, yellow glow of the lantern, he felt his own presence and exhaled in genuine relief. Of course, he was well aware that he would soon face strong, relentless pursuit from both Amun's physical form and his various incarnations.