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Chapter 366 The Will of the Original Witch

The murmuring voice from Alina's mouth echoed in Renekton's ears. He was stunned for a moment, his scalp numbed instantly, and fear he had never experienced before filled his chest and swept through his mind.

No, it shouldn't be. The original witch

He felt that it was becoming difficult for him to think, and the pupils of the open eyes on his body shrank strangely, becoming grayish in color, as if they were gradually turning to stone.

His thinking and movements were sluggish at the same time, and his spirituality began to slow down, as if he was falling into slow, inevitable petrification.

He tried his best to reach forward with his right hand, trying to use the "Emperor's New Clothes" to make himself non-existent, but it took a while before he made any move.

No. My thinking is fast. Slow.

As his thoughts turned with difficulty, he saw that Ya Lina's eyes were petrified one by one, and part of her flesh and blood fell from her body, smashed on the rocks, and submerged into the sea.

Her eyes gradually became clear, revealing strange colors and unspeakable charm, as if she had become the most beautiful creature in the world, carrying an extremely terrifying oppression.

Original.Primary.Demon.

As soon as his thoughts started to wander, the picture he saw in his eyes turned completely black. His eyes were completely petrified, and only a few starlights were left floating slowly, making a final struggle.

In the sky, a light that cannot be seen by the naked eye gushes out from an unknown place. The entire Rossed Sea is distorted to a certain extent. Complex and pure knowledge is poured into everyone who sees this light. in the minds of living beings.

On the outskirts of Bayam, on a cliff by the coast, Klein used the strong wind created by the floating spell to carry himself to the top of the cliff.

Phew~ He breathed a long sigh of relief and prepared to find a safe place to go above the gray fog.

His spirituality was suddenly touched, and he subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky. At the same time, his own spirituality sent an early warning: Don't raise your head, the sky is in danger!

The majestic aura spread downwards in the high air, carrying a strong sense of oppression and a terrifying aura, as if it was going to drown everything.

what happened? This kind of coercion seems to be the hidden sage. Has he arrived? Instead of the short-lived, incomplete arrival that covered Himself in Backlund, He arrived in the Rhoside Islands in his true form!

Klein's mind was racing with thoughts, and there was a strong uneasiness in his heart.

Above the sea, the originally thick dark clouds were directly dispersed, and the dense silvery white lightning also disappeared.

Caterina Pellet's figure emerged in a mess, her thick black hair was burnt and twisted, and black smoke kept coming out.

The pure white robe on her body had been struck by lightning without a trace, leaving only a tenth part of the pitch-black shell with a burnt smell. With the silver-white lightning flashing from time to time on her body, it turned into debris and fell, revealing the white underneath. skin.

The light in her eyes flashed slightly, and ice instantly condensed in front of her, forming a mirror that could reflect people's shadows. The mirror instantly became dark and dark, as if there were countless things and layers of space hidden inside.

Her body slipped in as if it had no real form, and the layers of illusory world inside the mirror converged. The newly condensed frost instantly shattered and turned into a burst of crystal snowflakes, drifting away in the wind.

"Humph!"

"Aquaman" Yan Cotman noticed this scene, but just snorted coldly.

The swirling strong wind lifted his body. His expression was extremely solemn, his eyes were closed tightly, and he murmured the honorable name of the Lord of Storms in his mouth.

"King of the Sky, King of the Sea, Lord of Natural Disasters, God of Storms."

An evil god has descended, and only the true god can fight against it.

His chanting failed to receive a response from the Storm Lord, but another great being came here.

Under the sea, python-like black tentacles sprang out one after another. The tops of these tentacles had an eye, either closed or open.

These tentacles extended infinitely, instantly touching the illusory light high in the sky.

The illusory light composed of complex and pure knowledge was distorted for a moment, and a touch of gray appeared, but it was quickly assimilated by the surrounding knowledge and quickly recovered.

The entire sky suddenly brightened in the next moment, bursting out with a strong electromagnetic storm, destroying all information structures and dispersing the torrent of illusory light. Boom! boom! boom!

Silver-white streaks fell down suddenly, striking each black tentacle with precision. With a substantial aura of rage and destruction, all these tentacles were scorched black and turned into ashes.

Then another strong wind blew up, like densely packed sharp blades, cutting and wiping away these tentacles.

As the last ray of silver fell to the sea, the sea area returned to calm. There was no longer a single cloud in the blue sky, and the sea breeze still carried a warm, scorched smell.

The entire Bayam, no, the entire Rhosid Islands were extremely quiet. Everyone was praying, some to the Lord of Storms, and some to the God of the Sea.

On a reef offshore Bayam, the Storm Lord's last bolt of lightning struck here, landing on Yarina, who was possessed by the original will.

Her body was instantly charred and cracked, and her red hair, which was fluttering like a poisonous snake, was instantly blackened and cracked, and was blown into ashes by the sea breeze.

The surrounding reefs were cleared away by the silvery-white lightning, and the gray-white stone statue transformed from Renektonite was blown away by the huge impact and fell into the sea not far away, sinking slowly.

The stars floating in the gray-white stone statue's eyes quickly dimmed and almost disappeared.

The gray stone statue gradually sank until it reached the bottom of the sea. A broken lens stuck between the rocks suddenly flashed with a dark light, as if connected with countless things and layers of space, becoming a destination. The passage to the mirror world.

A white arm stretched out from it, followed by a body. She passed through the mirror easily as if she had no entity.

The extremely glossy black hair on her head is simply pulled up, and she has a pair of blue eyes that seem mature and innocent, and deep and innocent. She is clear and beautiful. She is the "White Saint" who has returned to this sea area. Caterina Pellet.

She put on a pure white holy robe again, turned her head to look at the gray and white stone statue that had fallen to the bottom of the sea, her eyes moved slightly, her simply pulled up black hair was slightly scattered, connected with a Invisible transparent threads.

Following her thoughts, these transparent threads surged rapidly, binding the gray-white stone statue and pulling it to her side.

He tried to send this gray-and-white stone statue into the mirror world, but he never succeeded.

Her eyes dimmed, and she turned her head to look at the sea. The "Sea King" was still watching the sea, so she could only return to the Black Death from under the sea.

In a library deep in the spiritual world.

Bugs Bunny and two Knowledge Rabbits sat side by side under a bookshelf, each flipping through a book.

"Little Rabbit, it's time for you to go find him."

Mr. Huang was stroking his withered beard with one hand, and holding a golden book in the other. The cover was made of gold, and even the paper inside was light gold. There were many strange symbols engraved on it, but there was no title.

Bugs Bunny raised his head in confusion and looked at the gentle old man. He was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head thoughtfully and said:

"The boss said he would come to pick me up. If he doesn't come, I will ask you to take me to him."

"I am the administrator of this library. I can't just leave. You have to find him yourself."

Mr. Huang shook his head with a gentle tone and handed over the gold-covered book he was holding.

"But."

Bugs Bunny jumped up from the ground hesitantly. He picked up the cane that lay aside like a fresh branch, then took the gold-covered book and held it in his arms.

It raised its neck and looked at Mr. Huang. Just when it was about to open its mouth, before it could speak, the surrounding environment turned into a mass of richly colored lines and flew away.

The intense discomfort made him feel dizzy and his stomach was churning, as if all the fruits he had eaten in the morning were about to be vomited out.

In just a moment, the surrounding environment returned to normal, and it had returned to the outskirts of Bayam from the depths of the spiritual world.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 367 Seeking help

"Ugh," Bugs Bunny whimpered and fell to the ground.

Klein looked in surprise as he looked at Bugs Bunny who suddenly appeared in front of him and threw himself to the ground. He glanced around solemnly, not noticing any danger, and then he took a few steps forward.

Klein squatted down and turned Bugs Bunny over on the ground. He turned on his spiritual vision and carefully examined Bugs Bunny for a moment, and felt a little relieved after confirming that it was just a simple physical discomfort and not injured.

Immediately, he reached out and patted Bugs Bunny's face. After he woke up a little, he asked in the voice of Gehrman Sparrow:

"Why are you here? Where's Al?"

Bugs Bunny lay quietly for a while, and after regaining some energy, he looked at Klein, who was still disguised as Elaine and wearing a gold-red dress. Although his tone was a little weak, he said in surprise:

"Well, why are you still wearing women's clothing?"

Is my women's clothing more important than your boss? Klein slandered expressionlessly, then emphasized his tone and said:

"Why did you suddenly fall out of the spirit world? Where is your boss?"

Bugs Bunny was suddenly enlightened and immediately jumped up from the ground. The sequelae caused by the spirit world travel had not completely faded away yet. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground again.

"Ouch~" it muttered and got up again:

"Before I even asked where to find the boss, I was thrown out of the spirit world by the charred old man."

While speaking, it pulled out the cane that was pressed by the gold-covered book, then poked the golden cover with the cane and said:

"Speak quickly, where can I find the boss?"

"This is just a book." Before Klein could finish his words, he saw that the cover that looked like it was made of gold suddenly cracked into three slits, as if a mouth and eyes had grown out. The eyes were formed by the cracks. There is still a yellowish light flowing in it.

This golden book seemed to suddenly come to life, floating in the air, and it instinctively began to praise the God of Knowledge.

boom!

Bugs Bunny quickly swung the cane in his hand and knocked the messenger book back to the ground.

Klein looked at Bugs Bunny in confusion, wondering what he was doing.

Bugs Bunny very arrogantly pressed down the book messenger with his cane, not giving it a chance to continue floating, and said in a very serious tone:

"Answer my question quickly, or I won't let you get up, and I'll put a stone in your mouth so that you can't sing praises to the God of Knowledge!"

The book messenger's cracked mouth and eyes were distorted. He struggled hard for a long time and found that he could not float. Moreover, the human who did not know whether he was a man or a woman was already picking up stones on the ground.

Then it opened and closed its mouth and made a hoarse, sharp voice:

"You dark, ugly, fat, twisted rabbit!"

"You heretics who don't believe in the God of Knowledge!"

"Ouch! Stinky Rabbit, don't use any more force. My cover is made of pure gold. You can't treat my face so roughly!"

Bugs Bunny simply sat down on the book, waved his cane, and tapped the cover of the book messenger again and again.

"Ouch!"

"My eyes! My mouth!"

"You're a dark, dirty, bad-habited bunny."

"woo"

"Stop fighting. I'm speechless."

Bugs Bunny then stood up from the book messenger. He stared at the book that no longer spoke and nodded with satisfaction.

Klein maintained her expressionless image and stood quietly aside, playing with the stone in her hand casually. It seemed that as long as the golden book moved, the stone in her hand would hit it. on the cover.

There are many pits on the golden cover of the Book Messenger. Together with its cracked eyes and mouth, it looks like a completely distorted face.

It floated up from the ground somewhat unsteadily, glared at Bugs Bunny who just hit it and said:

"Stinky Rabbit. Ahem~, I can locate him through the contract. Well, he is still in this sea area, but he is moving away."

"His condition doesn't seem to be right. The connection we established through the contract is a little vague." As soon as he finished speaking, it shook the book and dropped a piece of light yellow paper. The paper floated straight towards Bugs Bunny. At the same time the book messenger continued:

"Okay, you can use this piece of paper to track it, and you can also use it to contact me. I want it."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Bugs Bunny threw out the cane in his hand and knocked the Book Messenger to the ground again. With a strong kick of his legs, he jumped into the air and caught the Book Messenger.

"You have to stay until you find the boss."

"Damn bunny"

Bugs Bunny slapped the book messenger's mouth with his paw very skillfully, and the cursing book messenger shut up instantly.

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched at the side. He saw that the cracked mouth of the golden book was dented by Bugs Bunny's photo.

I have to say that the physical fitness of the cultivator path is indeed good. In terms of strength alone, even if I am one level higher than it now, I am still far behind.

After sighing for a moment, Klein quickly gathered his thoughts and asked:

"Do you have any gold coins or crystals that can be used for divination?"

"Well" Bugs Bunny looked at his two paws, one holding a cane and the other holding a book messenger. He turned his head and looked at the left pocket of his tuxedo and said:

"There is a gold coin in this pocket."

Klein took two steps closer, reached out and groped around Bugs Bunny for a while, and took out the gold coin.

Fenebot's Jinriso glanced at the gold coins. He quickly stood up, gathered his thoughts, and silently recited the divination sentence in his heart:

"Al is in danger!"

He recited the divination sentence silently three times in his mind, and casually found out the gold coin. When he was about to reach out to catch the gold coin, a roaring sea wind blew by, and the gold coin was blown off course and fell into the distance. woods.

Bugs Bunny watched blankly as his gold coin slid into a parabola in the air. He turned to look at Klein and asked with confusion:

"How to interpret this?"

".Divination failed."

Sometimes, no result is also a result. Klein pondered in his heart. He looked down at Bugs Bunny and said in a deep voice:

"Let's return to Bayam first and make certain preparations. Your boss should not be in danger for the time being, at least not life-threatening. We need to find someone for help."

This was the conclusion he came to after some analysis. Bugs Bunny appeared in front of him holding this book that looked like a messenger. It was probably the arrangement of the God of Knowledge. If he could still make arrangements, it meant that things could still turn around. room.

Bayam, inside a hotel in the dock area.

Klein, who had resumed his Gehrman Sparrow attire, sat expressionlessly at his desk, holding a round-belly pen in his hand and carefully choosing his words to write:

Dear Mr. Azik:

I am still staying in Bayam, where a high-sequence battle just occurred, involving the Witch Cult, the Church of Storms and a friend of mine, which also put him in danger.

The matter is rather complicated and I cannot fully describe it in a letter at the moment. I hope you can forgive me.

I have done some divination, but I cannot successfully rescue him by relying on my own abilities. I think I need your help.

Klein Moretti.

With a sigh, Klein folded the letter, and then took out a delicate and ancient copper whistle from the inner pocket of his clothes. He handed it to his mouth, his cheeks slightly bulging, and he blew the whistle vigorously. But not a single sound came out.

Klein didn't stop until he ran out of breath. He put the copper whistle back into the inner pocket of his clothes.

His inspiration was suddenly touched, and he turned his head to look at the corner to the side, where countless bones were pouring out like a fountain.

These bones quickly gathered and took shape, turning into a tall white-bone messenger with faint flames in his eyes. The messenger huddled his tall body in the corner, looking like he didn't want to see Klein or be seen by him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 368 Prophet

Seeing that the Bone Messenger was still wary of him, Klein helplessly shook his head and then said:

"I have found my own messenger. I don't need Mr. Azik to transfer his messenger to me."

Hearing this, the tall bone messenger took a step forward as if he was relieved, bent down, and stretched out his generous palm in front of him.

Klein casually took the folded letter on the table and handed it into the palm of the Bone Messenger.

After receiving the letter, the Bone Messenger gave a rare nod to Klein, and then his body quickly disintegrated, turning into bones that fell to the ground and entered the spirit world.

Klein watched the Bone Messenger leave and helplessly laughed at himself:

"I'm really afraid that Mr. Azik will give it to me."

Squeak!

The door behind him was suddenly pushed open. As soon as Klein turned around, he saw Bugs Bunny turn around and close the door.

Outside the door, Danitz had only time to get half of his foot in. When he saw the door being forcefully closed, he quickly pulled out his right foot to avoid being pinched by the door. He was very aware of Bugs Bunny's strength. cognition.

This shitty rabbit! Daniz, who was locked out of the door, let out an angry cry, turned around and lay down on the easy chair by the fireplace as if resigned to his fate. He covered his ears with both hands to resist the harassment of the noise.

Not far away from him, the golden book messenger was selflessly singing praises to the God of Knowledge, its voice was high-pitched and hoarse.

In the room, Klein silently watched Bugs Bunny's series of actions. After he came closer, he asked softly:

"what happened?"

"I just picked this up."

As he spoke, Bugs Bunny showed Klein the palm-sized gray-white scales covered by his paws.

Are you sure you picked up Angelweed's scales? Klein looked weird for a moment. He maintained his current personality and asked calmly:

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Well, it was just outside on the sofa. I just informed the boss's prophet clone, and this scale suddenly hit me on the head."

Bugs Bunny said, pointing to the left side of his forehead.

Klein nodded slightly and fell into deep thought. Is this a hint from the God of Knowledge? He wants me to seek help from the former dragon of fantasy. Is everything developing in His plan? Or is He just going along with the flow?

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Klein regained control of his thoughts, looked at Bugs Bunny aside and asked:

"How long does it take for him to get here?"

"The clone boss said that he is outside the safe channel of the Raging Sea, and it will take some time to get here. However, he can use secret techniques to locate the boss above the gray fog with your help."

"Where is it above the gray fog?"

After Bugs Bunny rambled on, looking like the doppelgänger was very unreliable, he raised his hand and handed the gray-white scale he was holding to Klein.

Klein stretched out his hand to take it and looked at the scale carefully, confirming that it was the scale he had used for divination above the gray mist.

He nodded with a solemn expression, looked at Bugs Bunny and said:

"Do you know how to contact the mysterious queen? If we find more people, the probability of success will be higher. The Witch Sect must be ready and waiting for us to find her."

"I'm going right now!"

Bugs Bunny's eyes lit up, and then he nodded. As he spoke, he turned around and quickly jumped towards the door.

Klein tossed the gray-white scales in his hand, quickly rummaged through the room to find the ritual materials, and arranged a spiritual wall around the surrounding walls.

Then, by sacrificing himself to himself and responding to himself, he sent this gray-white scale above the gray mist.

After doing all this, he immediately stood up, walked four steps backwards, and recited aloud at the same time.

Above the gray fog, Klein leaned against the high-backed chair and looked at the dim crimson star representing Renekton, feeling a little silent for a moment.

At this time, the connection I established through the crimson stars pulled Al above this gray mist. Was it his body consciousness or his clone? Or, simply fail?

After thinking for a moment, he tried to spread his spirituality and touch the crimson star that represented Renekton. The crimson light spot expanded and contracted slightly, but no ripple-like light emitted, nor did it receive any response. Sure enough, it failed.

He spread his spirituality around himself, preparing to ask Bugs Bunny to contact Al's clone and ask him to take the initiative to recite his honorary name.

As soon as he made a move, a new crimson star suddenly lit up in the boundless gray mist. It was constantly expanding and contracting, often causing ripples in circles.

A calm male voice echoed layer by layer above the gray fog:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"I finally started to pray that at least it was me who was in trouble. Why do I feel like you are not as anxious as me?"

Klein sighed and groaned. He intuitively believed that this was Al's clone.

He then raised his right hand, spreading out his spirituality, and quickly touched the newly appeared crimson star.

A burst of crimson light rose in this magnificent ancient palace, and a familiar figure appeared on the seat belonging to the White Tower.

He wore a pair of brass-colored glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a faint smile on his lips. He looked at the surroundings casually, seeming to be in a good mood.

Seeing the other party's calm posture, Klein felt that his original anxiety had disappeared instantly. He leaned back against the back of the chair and said in a leisurely tone:

"You don't seem to be in a hurry."

The prophet clone shrugged helplessly and said:

"I'm just a Sequence 4 prophet. Since the Witch Sect is obviously well prepared, what I can do is very limited."

"Moreover, their target was the conqueror trait that was taken away. The main body would definitely not be killed directly. They would die accidentally. Isn't there still a clone like me?"

Why do I feel that you are really looking forward to something happening to your body? Klein silently cursed in his heart, and then changed the subject:

"What do you call it? It's a little confusing."

"Just call me 'Prophet'." The clone responded with a chuckle.

Klein nodded slightly, and then took out the gray-white scale from Angelweed.

Gray scales float quietly on Klein's palm, with mysterious and three-dimensional patterns engraved on them, like incomplete and strange symbols.

These symbols try to extend outward and establish some kind of connection with the spiritual world formed by the intersection of living creatures' consciousness, but they are still unable to break through the shackles of this layer of gray fog.

The prophet's clone was stunned for a moment when he saw this scale appearing on Klein's hand. His thoughts kept diverging in his mind, and a guess quickly took shape:

"The God of Knowledge wants to take advantage of the opportunity to drag Angelweed into this muddy water and let him choose a camp."

"And with your support, there is a high probability that He can recycle the part of Levishdri's seal and add Alsuhod's pen, and He will start to compete with Adam for the position of Visionary."

Conspiracy, no, conspiracy, this is on the surface, it depends on what Angelweed will choose, whether he can withstand the temptation of Sequence 0. The wisest dragon is really a god with deep thoughts, Whether it is his beloved or his former boss, there is no hesitation in using it.

Klein leaned on the back of his chair, pondered for a moment without any expression, and then said:

"Locate your body first, and then try to contact Angelweed."

"Okay, this needs your help, as well as it."

The prophet clone nodded slightly and pointed to the strange crown covered with blood and rust that was placed on the long mottled table.

Klein only hesitated slightly before he understood what the other party meant. He then stretched out his left hand to take the strange crown in his hand, and began to pour spiritual energy into it.

With the help of this gray mist, he easily used the "spiritual communication" ability belonging to the War Bishop, and a flaming red instantly appeared in his eyes.

The moment the prophet clone saw the red light floating in Klein's eyes, he felt more connected with the gray fog.

My personality seems to have been directly raised to the angel level, but it is only a personality and does not have practical power. The ability of the prophet has been greatly improved, because Source Castle already has the authority in this regard, so it brings me Is there a certain bonus?

While thinking, the eyes of the prophet's clone were filled with light blue light, appearing wise and indifferent.

Relying on the blessing that Klein brought to him through "spiritual communication", he began to follow the connection between himself and his body to try to find the other party.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 369 Communication through the gray fog

After a moment, the prophet's clone nodded slightly and incomprehensibly, then closed his eyes and quickly entered a meditative state, and his own spirituality began to vibrate with a strange rhythm.

Light blue ripples spread out like water waves, and a slowly rotating ring composed of countless gears emerged behind him.

In the center of the ring, there is an illusory book that is constantly turning.

As the ring emerged behind him, the prophet's clone felt that the connection between himself and the original body became clearer. Fortunately, those witches did not throw the original body into the hidden world, otherwise it would be impossible to find it and it would be a little bit difficult to judge. Show the current state of the body.

As his thoughts floated, the prophet's clone recited in a low voice:

"The favored one of knowledge and mysteries, the wise man from the unknown, the eyes that peer into the truth, the scourge of the Rhoside Islands, the great Al Taines!"

With the help of Klein, he passed his prayers to Renekton through the spirit world. Although the petrified body could not actively respond, it would still automatically respond to the prayers.

Because he did not spread his Sequence Three honorable name, Renekton was not worried that someone would use this to target him, or that he would be disturbed by frequent prayers, so he never blocked the automatic responses to prayers.

As the recited name received a response, the prophet's clone almost immediately used this to lock the position of the main body and sensed his current situation:

It was a dark area, like a dark, illusory and unreal road. There were many such roads around it. They were layered and intertwined, forming a complex and mysterious "spider web".

A blurry gray-white stone statue seemed to be held up by something invisible, constantly moving forward on this dark, illusory and unreal road. In the position of the stone statue's eyes, there was a dim starlight that filled the air strangely, as if it were a living thing.

".The Mirror World."

The prophet clone sighed slightly, and the picture in his mind quickly fell silent. If he observed it for too long, the witches around him might notice something unusual.

In the "spiritual communication" state, both parties can share their senses. The images that appeared in the mind of the prophet's clone just now and the thoughts in his heart were all clearly accepted by Klein.

Klein nodded solemnly and sighed slightly. He didn't understand the world in the mirror.

The fortune teller path doesn't seem to have this ability, but I can enter the mirror world in my spiritual state. However, if I rush directly into the mirror world to save people, I probably can only be equipped by the witch who is waiting for help.

While thinking, his eyes fell on the strange crown he held in his hand. He tried to borrow power from the prophet's clone to raise his strength to the demigod level.

The boundless gray fog around him suddenly surged violently, seeming to be responding to Klein and cheering for the appearance of the master above this gray fog.

Sequence Four is not only a qualitative change in one's own strength, but also the key to gradually controlling this gray fog.

As soon as the thought came to Klein's mind, he heard the words of the prophet's clone:

"When you reach Sequence Four, you should be able to borrow some of Source Castle's abilities more easily, and you will no longer be limited to the special status brought by this gray mist."

Klein nodded slightly and said in a leisurely tone:

"It's time to contact the former dragon of fantasy."

As his words fell, he leveraged the power of the gray mist and poured his spirituality into the gray scales.

On the gray scales, strange lines began to extend outwards, gradually outlining a complete occult symbol.

Just staring at it makes people feel insane, their thoughts distorted, and their spiritual bodies are contaminated with all kinds of thoughts that seem to come from the heart, resulting in strong self-destructive impulses.

Is this really just a scale? It felt like the drop of blood of the mythical creature that Al had analyzed before. While thinking about it, Klein relied on his control of the gray mist to release the restrictions of this space, allowing this scale to smoothly establish a connection with the spiritual world.

As the connection was established, another crimson star emerged above this boundless gray mist. It continued to expand, sending out crimson ripples in circles.

Klein immediately spread his spirituality and touched the newly appeared crimson star.

The crimson light surged out instantly, covering most of the palace, and then quickly shrank, condensing into a somewhat blurry picture.

In the picture, a gray-white giant dragon is perched in a deep and dark sea. He is looking up to the sky, looking at the spiritual sky that covers everything. It is the reflection of the spiritual world at the spiritual level. "The Fool." A murmur came from His mouth.

Klein turned his head slightly and glanced at the prophet's clone sitting beside him. A voice that sounded like he was talking to himself directly echoed in his mind:

"Let's communicate like this. The demigod power brought by 'spiritual communication' can only last for a while. Once face to face, he can easily detect problems."

Klein nodded solemnly, he still thought so.

After making a decision, Klein directly threw the picture that the prophet's clone had just detected through the connection between the name and the body, as well as his own words, into the crimson star.

"The reward for bringing him back is "Grossell's Travels" and a promise from me."

After doing all this, Klein and the prophet clone looked at each other, and the two relied on "spiritual communication" to communicate silently:

"How can I fulfill my promise? What if He wants me to help Him return to Sequence 0?"

"He will not directly make such a request. This does not mean that there is a greater probability that you will provide certain help when recovering Levished, where some pollution from the Sea of ​​Chaos is sealed."

"Are you sure this is something I can solve?"

"It's not difficult to solve the pollution. Just throw it at the gray mist. The difficult thing is how to take out the pollution. It would be easier if there are diviners or thieves who pass through the angel-level items. I can find some angel-level items. Let me try the Worm of Time on you."

".Amon!" When the Worm of Time was mentioned, the image of Amon automatically appeared in Klein's mind, and a chill surged through his mind. He quickly erased the image of Amon from his mind.

In the deep and dark sea of ​​collective subconscious, Angelweed quietly resides on a spiritual island, his pale golden vertical eyes staring at the sky in a daze.

In his field of vision, there was boundless gray mist surging around him. In the deepest part of the gray mist, there was a vague figure sitting leisurely on a high-backed chair. He was tall and majestic, as if he was looking down at the gods in the world.

Even if he is a Sequence Two clairvoyant, he cannot see the other party through the gray mist.

Is this Source Castle? A completely different feeling from the sea of ​​chaos, even weirder and more elusive

Just as his thoughts started to turn, a deep red light suddenly rose from the surrounding gray fog, surging like a tide, and quickly condensed into a slightly blurry picture.

At the same time, there was a leisurely voice with no obvious emotion echoing:

"The reward for bringing him back is "Grossell's Travels" and a promise from me."

Promise, this Fool hopes that I can get back part of my former power. He did not meet me directly, indicating that his condition may not be very good. There seems to be no trace of the characteristics of the mysterious waiter. Is he activated? Or maybe, Origin Castle has been activated?

After a moment of silence, Angelweed said cheerfully:

"Yes, but the mirror world is not an area I know well. If I want to bring him back from there, I need some help so that I can locate him."

"Okay." As the Fool's response fell, a paragraph of honorable names appeared in his field of vision.

After a while, the thick gray fog around him receded, and his vision quickly returned to clarity. He was still surrounded by the deep and dark sea, and the islands of consciousness standing in the sea.

"The favored one of knowledge and mystery? It's not the Fool or the favored one of Origin Castle."

"Have the activated Sefirot also started to join forces? After my former slave god betrayed him twice, he chose Sephiroth as his ally?"

Angelweed murmured softly, as if talking to himself or mocking something.

Immediately, he waved the two gray wings behind him, causing a wave of waves on the surrounding deep and dark sea, splashing drops of crystal water, and flowing out layers of light and shadow.

A certain degree of restlessness appears in the subconscious mind gathered around, which is reflected in the living beings, that is, sudden instability of mood, and inexplicable sadness or joy permeating the heart.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 370 Continuous Visits

In the hotel in Bayam Dockside, Klein leaned on the bed and opened his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly stood up from the bed and looked around the room to confirm that no one or rabbit had entered the room just now, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he took steps towards the door, suddenly there were green and thick vines hanging down around him. These vines were cascading and intertwined, quickly forming a forest.

An illusory light then appeared in front of him. This light seemed to be composed of pure and complex knowledge. They gathered in mid-air and quickly reconstructed Bernadette's body.

The sudden change made Klein nervous. After seeing familiar scenes and figures, he relaxed.

He saluted to the other party, and just when he was about to open his mouth to speak, Bernadette's voice sounded faster than him:

"What did he do? Even the original witch came to partially realize this place in person, and even attracted divine punishment from the Lord of Storms."

"." Klein opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment. He didn't know much about the process of the previous battle.

After a moment of silence, he thought thoughtfully and said:

"When he was in Backlund, he snatched a conqueror trait from the Witch Sect. It seemed to be the reward given by the Loen royal family for their cooperation with the Witch Sect."

Bernadette nodded gently and asked with doubts hidden in her words:

"Conqueror characteristics? He wasn't even Sequence Four at that time?"

"It should be Saslier's help." Klein said his guess after careful consideration.

Bernadette nodded noncommittally, skipped the topic, and said instead:

"He is very important to the Hidden Sage. When something happened to him, the Hidden Sage came directly, although he quickly retreated under the dual pressure of the Storm Lord and the Original Witch."

"However, I suspect that He retreated on purpose."

While speaking, she kept looking at Klein, seemingly observing his reaction.

Madam, you don't need to be so tempted, I don't know more than you do. Klein sighed in his mind, but it didn't show on his face at all.

Relying on the ability of the Faceless Man, he maintained the persona of Gehrman Sparrow in front of Bernadette.

Wait, she and I spoke as if we already knew each other. Klein looked at Bernadette with a slightly confused look.

She smiled lightly, seemingly not surprised by Klein's reaction, and said without much fluctuation in her tone:

"The identity of Gehrman Sparrow was entrusted to me by Sharon at a party in Backlund. Moreover, you were accompanied by that rabbit."

"I see." Although his identity has been revealed, Klein still maintained his persona and responded in a calm tone.

Bernadette glanced at Klein and continued what she just said in a calm voice:

"I happened to be in the Rossed Sea area recently and paid attention to that battle."

"The Hidden Sage's departure was too decisive, as if someone just sent him a message at that time, asking him not to interfere in this matter."

Ask the Hidden Sage not to interfere. The one who can do this must be a true god or an evil god. Thoughts about the most likely god of knowledge floated in Klein's mind. He vaguely felt that the other party was involved in this matter. The plot was not just because of Angelweed.

The most intelligent dragon, I don't know what he is thinking, it seems that everything is in his plan.

"You seem to have some guesses?"

Bernadette's voice interrupted Klein's contemplation. He relied on the ability of the faceless man to control his expression well, shook his head slightly and said:

"No, just some speculation."

"Al was taken to the mirror world. Do you have any better solution?" Bernadette seemed to have no intention of pursuing the question. She followed Klein's words and replied:

"You can use the characteristics of the conqueror to exchange with the Witch Sect. This is what they hope for most."

"If you don't want to hand over the conqueror characteristics, then you have to rescue him before he is taken to the headquarters of the Witch Church. This period of time will not be too long."

"As for the mirror world, strictly speaking, it is not a real world. It is closer to a collection of doors, connecting different mirrors and different mysterious countries. If you get lost in it, you may appear directly in the abyss, or even Starry Sky, you can start from this aspect."

A collection closer to the door? One of the paths corresponding to the Source Castle happens to be the apprentice path. If we start from this aspect, can we directly connect the mirror world to the spiritual world, or even directly connect it to the gray mist.

Klein had a rough idea in his mind, but he would have to go to the space above the gray mist to try to find out whether he could do it. Being a demigod might not be enough. He would ask Mr. Azik about it after he arrived. Opinion.

While thinking, Klein saw Bernadette suddenly turn her head and look to the side. There was a dark blue and almost purple light floating in her eyes, as if she was staring at something.

After a slight hesitation, he heard the other party's slightly thoughtful voice:

"Someone came over and an angel came over. He seemed to be in a bad state and felt a little missing."

"He is here to find you." Bernadette retracted her gaze and turned to look at Klein, saying this with certainty.

Mr. Azik, he came so quickly! As his thoughts floated, Klein looked at Bernadette in front of him and nodded gently:

"That should be the case. I wrote a letter asking for help."

Bernadette nodded gently and said:

"If you need help, you can come to me, that rabbit knows how to contact me."

As her words fell, the surrounding forest composed of cascading vines quickly faded in color, turning into countless torrents of pure and complex information surging into the distance.

Klein's eyes only felt blurry, and when he came back to his senses, he returned to his room and returned to the position where he was standing just now.

His inspiration flickered, and he turned his head to look to his right, where a familiar figure quickly sketched out, it was Mr. Azik wearing a black dress and a silk top hat.

The corners of Klein's lips raised slightly, and Azik's appearance made him feel relieved.

"Is there anyone else here just now? I sensed some danger from Him. His gaze makes me feel uncomfortable. It seems that under such gaze, all secrets are difficult to hide."

Azik glanced around the room before turning his attention to Klein.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"It's the Queen of Mystery. She has been promoted to Sequence Two. I have tried to seek help from her and ask some questions."

Having said this, he thought of the words of the Mysterious Queen just now, looked at Azik for a while without concealing his gaze and said:

"The Queen of Mystery mentioned to me just now that she said that you feel a little missing. I feel that this is not just a lack of memory, but also other aspects."

Azik nodded slightly and said in a not too surprised tone:

"I have had some speculation in this regard. When your matter is over, I will go find her and ask her."

"I can help you contact her. She shouldn't leave the Rossed Sea for the time being."

Klein nodded slightly in response, and then explained to Azik the general process of the matter and the current situation.

(End of this chapter)