In the silent room, Leon drew the five most important runes from Lorelette Magic Science one by one.
The Sun Wheel, symbolizing the Fla Sun.
The Hexagram, symbolizing the soul.
The Eye of Wisdom, symbolizing the mystery.
The circular three spirals, symbolizing creation.
The Eternal Ring ∞, symbolizing immortality.
Leon’s gaze lingered on the ∞ symbol that signified immortality.
Five Demon Runes, each representing the title of a Pope in their respective domains.
Ecas... the na revealed by the Blood Demon, was precisely one of these Ancient Popes.
Everything was almost clear to Leon.
Valary, that Demon transford from an Ancient Mage falling into the Spirit Realm, was trying to awaken his forr master, to resurrect a Pope.
But this brought Leon a crucial piece of information.
Ecas, is not currently alive or in a state where he can move freely in the conventional sense.
Leon rembered the Mage Tower’s ancient texts had extrely scarce and brief records of the earth-shattering wars of ancient tis.
One of the five great Popes, Helmond of Creation, fell during that war.
But now it seems that in the two against three Pope wars, not only Helmond, who stood on the side of all beings, fell.
Within the Pope faction that chose the Spirit Realm path, at least this Pope nad Ecas was also defeated.
As he pondered, Leon’s gaze slowly moved to the Sun Wheel.
The Holy Prophet Illaril, whom the Holy Sun Church believes in, has a na identical to that of the Ancient Pope.
Leon thought they might just be the sa being.
And according to the Holy Sun Myth, Illaril ascended over a thousand years ago, aning that until a thousand years ago, the Omlos Continent was still protected by the last Ancient Pope.
It’s no wonder the Holy Sun Church regarded Illaril as a manifestation of God walking among mortals.
He was even puzzled why these ancient Spellcasters never claid themselves as gods.
Given the astounding abilities of Mages in ancient magical civilizations he had seen so far.
Even a Mage with the reverence of "Magic Guide" could be considered indistinguishable from immortals in the eyes of ordinary people.
Not in the all-knowing and all-powerful creator concept, but compared to the general divine faith portrayal of gods, they were entirely comparable.
In the earthly past life, a bunch of ordinary people, pulling off a few tricks to fool others, would eagerly package themselves as descended immortals... being executed and resurrected within days would be considered a miracle, yet these ancient mages always regarded themselves as human, truly extraordinary enlightennt.
Compared to Wizard t, who always talks about peers and ants, their discernnt was quite superior.
Putting down this doubt for now, Leon looked at the Fla Sun Wheel, resting his chin in contemplation...
What exactly caused the ancient intelligent projection of the Spirit Realm palace to mistake him for a Pope?
He knew very well that the white fla Sun Wheel vision that appeared behind his head in the Spirit Realm was very similar to the totem of the Lord of the Sun, this series of domain-crossing connections couldn’t be a re coincidence.
There must be sothing on him connected to Fla Sun Illaril, otherwise, why didn’t that intelligent projection mistake him for "Arias" or "Helmond"?
Leon glanced sideways, looking at the Magic Gun Ganggner leaning against the table.
This ancient Magic Wand, reminiscent of a weapon used by Courage Archangel Impris in a past life ga, was probably the only item besides the Netti Card among his possessions directly related to the ancient "Fla Sun Court".
Aside from other possibilities, Leon could only guess that it might be the son of a deceased hunter, possibly a bloodline left by Illaril?
Could the black hair and black eye mutation that happened in exhaustion a few tis in the past be so kind of atavistic phenonon?
Considering the power Olivia possesses, this possibility was not small.
But regrettably, back then he didn’t dare to uncover the Holy Prophet’s coffin lid to glimpse the true form underground at Rolannar.
Now he also couldn’t investigate whether the ancestor of the original host was like his current self with black hair and black eyes.
However, piecing them together and thinking comprehensively now, it’s certain his uniqueness made the Star God’s Soul nad Kleinian willing to drag him into the Kleinian Realm.
Thus, the goal was clear, find the place where Valary extracts the Divine Souls of this world, and personally reach "Kleinian’s" location to explore.
This was not easy, even during this period, accompanied by Sasha, traveling across the existing twenty-plus survivor colonies of various sizes in Kleinian World, saving hundreds of thousands of patients, yet in the now collapsed civilization, to search worldwide in this frawork for Valary’s location trapping the Divine Soul was still like looking for a needle in the ocean.
Even if the target was locked on the Continent where the Alien Cult dwelled, the risk alone made things difficult, considering this star was only a third the size of Earth, for tens of thousands of people, that piece of land was still too vast, let alone that the investigation teams must be cautious not to continue exposing the refuges.
Leon sighed in relief, fortunately, he had an unreliable temporary "ally".
Compared to the Dawn Sect, the Vampire Undead who numbered in the millions now dwelling in the civilized wasteland, possessed even greater search capabilities.
One could only hope Squash still had command over those Bloodline mbers.
Closing and organizing his scattered notes, Leon stood up, took Ganggner, and left the room.
Together with his body, the previously dim Golden Celestial Sphere on the table moved.
Light glimred on the surface of the golden ball the size of a pear, as it slowly floated to Leon’s shoulder, accompanying him.
This Void Compass he dared not let out of sight for even a mont, but this item lacked the elentalized portability feature of a Magic Wand, holding it constantly felt heavy, and if stuffed into a bag, whenever he ran, it would fly off, utterly unable to secure such a heavy object.
After thinking back and forth, he usually activated the floating feature on the surface, using Magic Power to bind it alongside, since currently, he’s constantly traveling between bases absorbing Magic Power for the survivors, he’s not short of this little consumption.
Walking through the tunnel leading out of the fortress, Leon lifted his left hand, summoning the golden ball to his palm.
Truthfully, this thing was extrely solid, weighing even twice as much as Ganggner, weighing hundreds of kilograms, he even thought of using it like a Magic teor Hamr.
Of course, doing so would indeed be a bit wasteful, unsure if Suviel would be angry enough to crawl out of the Dead Sea.
Playfully, Leon shifted his wrist, as he waved his left hand holding the hovering golden ball.
"Azure Dragon Cleansing the World!"
The Void Compass dragged its trail, under the pull of Magic Power suddenly shot forward, spinning spirally like a hamr, wrapping up a frightening air current.
Next, the golden ball circled around Leon like a teor, flew back to his palm, and returned to hover in front of him.
Hmm... that was fun.
Just lacking so Water Dragon effects.
Thinking along these lines, his eyes suddenly caught sight of the surveillance cara at the tunnel corner.
Leon’s face heated up slightly, quickly floating the Void Compass back to his shoulder.
Luckily, here he was the only Earthling, no one could understand that undying childlike heart just now.
Passing through the underground tunnel gate, leaving the concealed mountain cliff, Leon saw Olivia practicing martial arts in the distance.
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