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Could it be that He taught me because of my letter of complaint?

When Klein closed his eyes and was protected by Azker, this ridiculous idea appeared in his mind.

"No, no, Klein, of course not."

The devil's words rang out directly in his mind, joking and leisurely: "But your thoughts made me know something interesting, it turned out that you reported me."

...Fuck... Klein began to circulate endlessly in his brain the first few sequences of the divination pathway.

Azk fell into a daze when he heard the other party's name "Consul of Death". He stood there calmly, his eyes gradually showing a distant in his heart that was enough to freeze the soul. The pale flames became colder. Klein, who stood behind him, dared not open his eyes, felt his hair stand up and couldn't help but gasp.

Suddenly, Azk pinched his arm hard and pulled out of the divine nature that almost looked down on everything. In an instant, many fragmented pictures appeared in his mind, and the memory that was too messy needed to be sorted out. This made him involuntarily turn the sound cold:

“Get out of here.”

The devil laughed, and looked amused by Azk's words, and now he was in a great mood.

He opened the arms on both sides of the spiritual passage and suddenly exerted force outward, tearing the brightly colored world apart, and the crack was suddenly expanded and the darkness of the abyss. Azke suddenly realized that at this moment he deeply realized the difference in the power between the two sides.

Under tremendous pressure, he actually used the power that should have penetrated deep into his bones, but at this time he was completely dependent on his instinct to act.

Azke Eggs raised his head, opened his mouth, his poisonous fangs were sharp, and his head and face showed the characteristics of snakes and humans.

The always gentle black eyes suddenly burned to a dead pale by the flames. He made an action like a snake prey or intimidation. A phantom of a golden object appeared faintly on his forehead. The moment before the passage was torn apart, Azke Eggs made a low hissing from his throat with unprecedented tyrannical and angry posture, and hideous blue veins suddenly appeared at the corners of his eyes. The golden forehead was decorated with light, and countless living organisms in the spiritual world responded to the call of the dead. They came from all directions, blocked the crack regardless of their own life, turned into pure spirituality and disappeared and swallowed!

The spirits that followed one after another bought less than a second for Azk. Klein's spirituality naturally outlined a picture - thick white wings wrapped around him and took him to fall into the deep river water, with vines growing on the ground.

There were skeletons lying on the ground, and the huge shadow in the distance was like a head.

As soon as he entered this world, Klein immediately remembered the Arctic documentary he watched in his previous life, because now he seemed to have fallen into the sea of ​​ice, and every inch of his bones and spirit body was washed by the cold breath. Fortunately, the gray mist still permeated around, slowing down the erosion.

The existence closest to the God of the Dead returned here and went home. Klein did not dare to open his eyes without opening his eyes. He "saw" the wings covered with yellow oily feathers protecting behind him and above him, giving people a great sense of peace of mind. He felt that the hand holding his arm was cold and hard. With the accurate sensing of the flesh and blood of the faceless man, he felt that there seemed to be something sharp and hard in Mr. Azke's palm, which cut through his sleeves and cut blood marks on his skin.

It seemed like a scale... Klein didn't dare to think about it.

Azk was very fast, but his mood did not improve at all.

The world after the Gate of Underworld is the exclusive area of ​​the extraordinary person of the "God of Death". Other ways cannot be observed and cannot be entered rashly, but it does not mean that it cannot be tracked. Azk changed several directions in the Underworld and moved more than twenty kilometers in the real world. But he still felt that the vague sense of crisis on his body had not disappeared!

The demon is likely to be able to track him all the time!

"Kline."

Azke suddenly spoke, shocking Klein, who was highly nervous.

As soon as he said that, Azk himself was also surprised. His tone of speaking was extremely cold, like a cold and gloomy snake hissing in the darkness, which was very similar to the end of every memory he remembered!

He forced himself to suppress his chaotic thoughts and messy memories, and tried to recall his son named Ramd, his daughter with the soft hair and his wife with Hua Guan, his last time he was with him in his life, and recalled the parents of ordinary people he had in his life... These "human"-like memories touched his emotions, his feelings, the smiles of his son and daughter gradually covered Han Bing's heart slightly moved.

In the corner of his vision, he was wearing a gorgeous and heavy holy robe and expressionless face, and he took a step back and retreated back to the shadow, but Azk still felt that He was still there, looking at himself quietly.

Once again, Azk, freed himself from the shackles of his innate divinity, slowed down his tone and asked in a soft but slightly impatient voice as usual:

"Crane, who is the demon chasing you?"

"By the way, you can open your eyes now."

Klein heard Azke's tone return to normal, and his hanging heart was lowered a few centimeters. If Mr. Azke had another problem at this time, he would have no place to cry!

He opened his eyes and found that there were actually no yellow oily wings, and Azk did not grow any unnecessary parts that were not human. He just had the hat missing, but his sleeves seemed to be really torn.

He put aside this idea and immediately revealed all the information he knew. Azk listened carefully, and his steps did not stop.

"Krane, He will not be Sequence Two..." Azke frowned slightly, "I can feel that He is stronger than me, and I am just relying on my authority to deal with Him."

"If I return to the material world, I am not His opponent. And after we start a war, it will be difficult for you to survive."

This... Mr. Azker is Sequence 2, and Edward Vaughn is stronger than him, wouldn't that mean Edward Vaughn is Sequence 1... Sequence 1! When did He be promoted? I don't know what the demon's promotion ceremony is... No! Wait! There is only the true god above Sequence 1! And the demon's path is obviously without the true god. Fabouti, the most powerful demon king, only occupied the position of "Demon God" in the field of mysticism, and it seems that he is not a complete god. So, is his goal...

Klein's face became ugly with the naked eye. At this moment, Azk suddenly stopped, turned around, and walked towards a place full of huge shadows of residual limbs in the distance.

"Can't go any further."

Azke told him seriously, "There is a very dangerous place ahead, and even my father... I don't want to step on foot easily."

Warned by an angel's father, Klein immediately said seriously: "I understand, Mr. Azke." But after turning around, Klein still listened to the sound behind him slightly, as if a vague sound of water came.

After saying that, he tried hard to say something: "...sorry, Mr. Azke, if it weren't for me, you and Him actually..."

There is actually no reason to be hostile.

His guilty and sad look made Azke soften a little again. The university teacher smiled a little and comforted his students: "You are enough to be the reason for my hostility to Him. Klein, don't feel guilty for provoking the demon."

Klein was shocked. He blinked hard, trying to say something, but suddenly his eyes turned black and his feet slipped.

Azk quickly reached out to hold him, and the relaxed atmosphere just now swept away.

"Thank you, huh, thank you, Mr. Azke..." Klein stood up again, his face turned pale, "I'm a little dizzy."

"You can no longer stay in the underworld. I can see something protecting you, but your body and spirit are still fragile. If you stay, you will become a dead person wandering here."

He frowned again, showing a somewhat anxious expression: "But before He left, I can feel that He is waiting for me outside."

"Do you have any other strong people you can trust? For example, the one who protects you."

The one who protects me? Klein was puzzled for a moment before he realized what Azke was saying, and he immediately had the urge to cover his face. If he wanted to praise the fool in front of such an angel and his predecessor, would he be embarrassed to sprout all over his body because he was so ashamed that he could not control the ability of the faceless man...

"I have received your letter before, asking how to complete the sacrificial ritual, and asking about a lot of knowledge about the mysticism. Although you don't seem to have been absorbed by evil beings, I still do not recommend that you communicate with the secret beings."

"I didn't expect that now, I would feel lucky because you still have the opportunity to survive."

Ah? Klein didn't understand what he was talking about for a moment.

Azke's eyes showed a deep worry: "At this point, you may have to pray for the help of that existence. At least when I hold the demon, that existence can help you leave smoothly."

After saying that, he looked at Klein expectantly, as if asking: Pray? Why not pray?

...The smile on Klein's face was almost unstoppable. His mental preparations and the lines he had just made up to praise the fool were all shattered by Azker's words. He suddenly felt regretful, very regretful, regretting why he pretended to be a god, but in the end he shot himself in the foot!

Mr. "Follower" hesitated for a while, and Azke was particularly puzzled.

"Are you worried that the secret existence will cause disaster to you?" He patted Klein's shoulder considerately and encouraged, "It's okay, I'm here. If He attacks you, I can help you block it."

This is not the problem, Mr. Azke...!

Klein let out a silent cry in his heart. He finally couldn't hold back, barely maintaining his calmness, and summarized the causes and consequences of all these things in as simple words as possible:

"There is no secret existence, Mr. Azke, I did not join the cult... I got it by chance... a special magical object, and then somehow made connections with some people, so that I was regarded as a god by them, so I followed the flow and set up a party..." The more Klein said, the more he felt that his face was burning, but he specifically said the mist as a magical object to prevent Azke from realizing anything like Edward Vaughn, "As for those mystical knowledge, it is, uh, what I need to play the god..."

Azk was stunned.

Klein was so guilty that he seemed to have become a student who had not done his homework in high school but was caught on the spot because he lied that he had not brought him home. He took a bold look at Azke and felt that he saw a sentence from the other party's complicated and dull eyes:

"Good boy, I thought you believed in an evil god, but I didn't expect you to become an evil god!"

Mr. Fool sweated so hard that his toes were about to create another mysterious gray fog space in this underworld.

Azk looked at his embarrassing and guilty look, but suddenly burst out laughing: "This is better than I thought, Klein, after all, there is no less danger than a demon."

After saying that, he turned his head, closed his eyes and recalled: "I know what the party you mentioned looks like. However, the extraordinary item you obtained may also be dangerous. If you still want to continue your party, you must work hard to improve the sequence."

This sentence and Azke's expression caught Klein's attention. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his nonsense would really correspond to something. It was probably because he just said "coincidence" and it came true again? - But this way, I couldn't ask. I don't know what the magical object with the above-mentioned effects in Mr. Azke's memory looked like...

The problem of the gods and fools has been solved, and the problem has returned to the initial difficulty.

"Apart from that, do you have no other strong man to know?"

"No more." Klein shook his head. Apart from you, Mr. Azker, the strongest person I know may be Miss Sharon.

"I remember you were a believer of the goddess of the night," Azk recalled. "The existence of the demon must be extraordinary, and may attract the attention of the church. You can try to pray to the gods, report His name to the gods, and pray for the attention of the strong people of the church."

A demon of Sequence One, what level of power do you need to drive away... Having said that, Edward Vaughn had been forced out of Beckland because of my letter of complaint, why did he suddenly come back? Or did he actually not leave at all?

"What about you, Mr. Azke?" Klein hesitated. As an angel who wanders outside the church, Azke must be a huge hidden danger to the church. If the church's strong people are really attracted, it is very likely to involve the other party.

And he clearly remembered the information given to him by Old Kohler, someone in the East was looking for Azke Eggs, and there was a conflict in recent days.

Azk shook his head:

"You can keep yourself safe."

"Even if I attract strong church members, I may not lose to them, and I have multiple means to run away."

Klein thought for a second and nodded in agreement.

"Give me your copper whistle."

The consul of Death took the bronze whistle, and his expression suddenly became solemn and majestic. He placed the bronze whistle in his palm and slowly declared:

“Increase the use of Klein Moretti.”

"I allow Klein Moretti to summon pale generals of the demigod level, and it will take effect immediately!"

The copper whistle ignited a black flame, spreading out like ripples, and Azke signaled Klein to reach out for it.

The moment he bought it, the black flames burned his palms and the harsh cold rushed straight into his mind. Crane's ears seemed to have roars of countless undead spirits, and the sound of skeletons colliding and friction, as if the ones grasped in his hand were no longer a harmless summoning letter using a copper whistle. Some of its seals were broken, showing more fangs and power. Crane felt that he was holding the flag that commanded the army of the dead!

Demigod-level...Bone Messenger? Klein boldly imagined it.

Azk looked at him and looked at the bronze whistle in Klein's hand. Klein instantly understood what the other party meant and understood the next plan.

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To be continued...