In the dim underground palace, only the lantern in Antigonus's hand illuminated the way ahead. Klein followed behind, not knowing where the thick tunnel would lead to.

The scars left by the illusion had almost faded, and Klein began to chew over the interrogation he had just had.

Even the spirit worm could tell that Antigonus' attitude towards his mysterious lord was not just bad, it was extremely bad.

Klein understood this strong resentment very well.

Now in Antigonus' eyes, he was a part of the spiritual insect colony that had been sent down by the Supreme God and had his own personality. Because Klein Moretti of the Fifth Epoch had never existed, the throne of the Lord of Mysteries had never changed hands and remained unchanged from ancient times.

The indirect murderer who tortured him for thousands of years, the one who tore his family apart, the peerless evil god who caused him to lose control and split apart in pain and live in the world, forced him to advance to Sequence One after he woke up, and guarded the damn Rorsted Archipelago for more than 1,300 years, of which more than 300 years were completely hands-off. The mass-produced bacon that he used to eat at will is now a big boss that he has to serve. If he doesn't do a good job, he might be punished by God. In addition, the situation is turbulent in a short period of time, and there are constant threats from the outer gods...

…It would be strange if you didn’t hate me in this light!!

Damn it!

Another thing that concerned Klein was Antigonus's choice of words.

Rorsted’s…confinement?

When Klein first heard this word, he didn't react. Now that he thought about it carefully, he finally figured it out.

It has been more than 1,300 years since the establishment of the Fool's Church in the Rorsted Archipelago. The faith of this island group is not only given to the "Fool" himself, but also to the Pope Antigonus. Especially after the Sky Curtain War, in the more than 300 years when he disappeared, the faith of the entire Fool's Church was equivalent to being transferred from the hands of the lost god to Antigonus, forming an unprecedented and strong "anchor" in the previous thousand years.

And [anchor] is contaminated.

Gods use anchors to infect mortals, and humans use anchors to blaspheme Gods.

Thoughts and ideas are formed through the "anchor" of faith, causing gods and humans at both ends to pollute each other.

It's just that mortals can't resist this kind of pollution, and their souls will be easily changed or even polluted by it. These raging floods are just troublesome streams for gods, quietly wetting the corners of their clothes with weak power, arousing their vigilance, disgust and even disdain. But this small erosion is subtly making the so-called "self" of gods no longer pure, making them waver in the face of the traces of the more ancient will.

Mysterious domination, extraordinary erosion, people's faith, past obsession...

This complex position weaves a complex "anchor" that firmly imprisons Antigonus on the Rorsted Archipelago.

Small, silent, subtle, powerless to resist, but it really happened...

erosion.

The tunnel was not big, and they had no idea how long they had been walking before they reached the end. Antigonus remained uncomfortably silent, and only the sound of their footsteps echoed in the space.

"Why do you think so clearly that I am the Lord of Mysteries - or, in other words, I am the lost god of confusion?"

Klein finally couldn't help but speak.

"It seems that the information I have is not as much as you know now."

Antigonus spoke without any beginning or end, but his attitude was surprisingly frank.

"The last instruction you gave me was, [God will descend from heaven on December 1325, 12, to bless His faithful servants who have been watching over Him for three hundred years]. As for where you have been in the past three hundred years, and why you only appeared now - how should I know?"

“He” walked forward on his own without stopping for Klein.

"In fact, I don't care who the lost god is. Whether it's the Lord of Mysteries or some other god, it doesn't matter anymore.

"This is not something I should care about, nor is it something I can interfere with or change. Even if the true form of the Lost God is not you, it doesn't matter. For me, it's just a change from working under one god to working under another.

"The essence of my life and destiny will not change whether you are the Lord of Mysteries or not. I will always be just a tool used to manage and control the Rorsted Archipelago under the name of 'Lost God'."

"..."

However, Antigonus's various attitudes before and after made Klein feel a little uneasy.

"Then... in this way, aren't you afraid that one day, when I return to my original form, the true Lord of Mysteries will settle accounts with you?

"In other words, if I come this time to bring destruction to your Rorsted Archipelago, then you will..."

Antigonus finally stopped.

"Do you care about the slap I just gave you?"

This time, He didn't even want to look at Klein again, and just snorted coldly.

This weird attitude made Klein feel uncomfortable and even nauseous from the bottom of his soul.

It was obvious that Antigonus was always talking and moving, and the threads of his spirit were extending and floating in all directions in a healthy way.

His tone of voice rises and falls, His emotions fluctuate, and His hums and eyes all reveal His resentment or helplessness.

This is clearly a living being, with its own thoughts and emotions, and there is no sign of damage either spiritually or physically.

But it was in Antigonus that Klein felt the deep silence of death. The kind of depression that disgusted all living beings. It continuously gushed out from the depths of Antigonus' soul.

It is neither a passionate life nor a peaceful death. Death and life are dancing together on the stage of the extraordinary world.

That is a kind of desolation.

"Ah, this is [humanity]... a spring that has never been soaked in you, an ornament that I don't really need...

"Dissatisfaction, anger, complaints, curiosity, confusion... just a few words, just a physical contact between hands and faces, the so-called [human nature] can splash such colorful water on you...

"It seems interesting to think about it this way, but if you think about it more deeply, it is indeed boring..."

Antigonus muttered something mysterious and answered irrelevant questions.

"After all, you who have returned now have no ill will towards Rorsted."

He walked forward without looking back.

"But what reason do you have to attack me, Lord of Mysteries?

"What have I done wrong in the past three hundred years? Did I fail to take good care of the Rorsted Republic for you?

"Will I commit any crime in the next three hundred years? Do you see me abandoning Rorsted and running away at some point?

"Or... you just hate my disobedience, my resentment, and the fact that I am unwilling to obey you and still selfishly retain my own personal will instead of becoming your secret puppet?

"Then you don't have to worry. I have nothing now - nothing, no fate from the past, and no faith in the future. Those so-called resentments or malice are at most bubbles on the water - in fact, there is nothing.

"Or... do you really care about that slap just now?"

"...No, wait, you misunderstood, that's not what I meant..."

Klein hurriedly explained the misunderstanding, but felt that even his explanation seemed so pale.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care."

"No, you have to care."

"What do you care about? Do you care about the slap in the face? And then run away before you can recover?"

"Antigonus!!"

Some kind of dangerous signal was circling in Klein's mind, and he shouted anxiously.

"I command you in the name of the Lord of Mysteries! Give up those messed up thoughts you just had! Forget them all!! Forget them all!!"

"Okay, okay, okay, yes, yes, yes"

This strong emotion was all hit by the cotton, soft and fluffy, but there was no response.

The fear and anger that are tainted by human nature will ultimately be unable to shake the desolation of the angel.

"I'm so anxious. Look at you. You're so anxious now."

Antigonus muttered as he opened a stone door. The light in the basement was instantly lit up, and the light illuminated the thick glass in the middle of the stone chamber.

Klein followed Antigonus and looked towards the center. Under the transparent glass, the quiet darkness was actually—

Mother of Heaven!!!

"As for, if your coming here is to destroy this Rorsted Archipelago..."

Antigonus slowly lay down, gently pressed his face against the glass, and looked at Klein with empty eyes.

"Then I'll explode with you."