In the small town of Ramde near Tingen, Klein watched Frye leave, then he found a relatively clean stone to wipe it with and sat down.
He sat there boredly for a few minutes. After much hesitation, he couldn't help but take off the sealed object 3-0782 and stroke its surface with his fingers.
"Perhaps I can divine its origin?"
Klein thought for a while, took out the absorbent pen and paper from his chest, and carefully wrote down the divination sentence.
"The origin of this Holy Emblem of the Sun!"
Klein skillfully closed his eyes and used meditation to pull himself into a dream.
He felt like he was floating in a radiance, with endless mist ahead of him, and nothing changed after a long time.
"Yes, there must have been other diviners in the church who divined this holy symbol before, and they probably found nothing like me."
Klein thought for a moment, and then wanted to exit the dream, but just when his spirituality touched his body, the seemingly eternal light and mist suddenly boiled.
What's going on?
Klein was startled by the sudden change, and subconsciously activated his spirituality, preparing to forcefully escape from the dream.
The boiling mist seemed to be inspired by an unknown force. Its concentration gradually increased, its color deepened, and tentacles made of light extended out.
The newly formed gray mist was swallowing up the surrounding light!
Klein's spirit body returned to his body, but the tentacles made of light had already climbed up his body and were gradually swimming inward.
It actually entered reality through dreams!
Klein's thoughts seemed to be filled with lead, and he felt that he was gradually losing control of his spirit body.
"No, I have to... pray to the goddess... No, Fusheng... Xuanhuang..."
He took a difficult step backwards, and then his body froze there, his limbs twisted strangely, like a puppet suspended by strings that came out of nowhere.
Klein felt as if he was sinking in water, and it was difficult to concentrate his thoughts. He could only stare blankly at the "water surface" in front of him.
The "water surface" composed of gray mist mixed with shimmering light seemed to be ripples, and the twisted "water waves" gradually turned into a moving picture.
The painting shows a hooded man in black, wandering the desolate land like a lone wild wolf.
A half-lion, half-dragon monster in the distance seemed to be staring at him, lowering its body and making gurgling sounds in its throat.
Suddenly, the monster froze for a moment, like a big cat, lowered its body again and then raised it suddenly, its bones making a crackling sound.
It was as if everything just happened was just for stretching.
The picture composed of "water waves" suddenly distorted and re-formed a completely new picture.
The man had taken off his hood and was floating in the air, with his tattered and torn clothes floating casually.
He was covered by a huge shadow, and the space around him was twisted strangely, and clusters of pale flames squeezed out of thin air, surrounding the being in the center.
It was a giant bird-shaped beast with bronze eyeballs covered in feathers made of pale flames and mysterious patterns!
The giant bird seemed to be aware of the prying eyes, and a huge light suddenly burst out from its bronze eyeballs.
"ah!"
Klein felt pain for the first time in the water. He tried to regain some consciousness, but was blinded by the powerful light.
"Grass, it hurts!"
"Wait, it seems I can move?"
Holding back the pain, Klein tentatively opened his eyes. He saw a priest standing opposite, bathed in golden light. He asked in a calm tone:
"You are not in good condition. Is it the anchor's problem?"
anchor?
Klein was about to ask what it was, but found that he had already opened his mouth, and the sound he made was gentle and pure.
"No, it's just that He has become active again recently. Since sheltering the elves, my anchor has become sufficient, but you..."
"This is not my voice!"
Klein was horrified and at the same time wanted to hear what "him" was saying clearly, but the priest in front of him, bathed in golden light, seemed to have spied on his thoughts and lowered his hand slightly.
The gibbering he heard when he was promoted to a fortune teller appeared again. It was like a huge steel nail had been inserted into his head, which was constantly stirring his brain.
Klein couldn't help lowering his body, trying to hold his head in his hands to relieve the pain, but found that nearly half of his body had collapsed into countless wriggling maggots.
He stared blankly ahead, with no imaginary fear in his mind. Instead, he calmly thought about the current situation.
"Have I lost control?"
"I wonder if Captain and the others can kill me before I completely turn into a monster?"
"No, I might still be able to rescue him, but Captain and Frye are both at the hotel..."
Klein propped up his head on a neck made of maggots and looked blankly at the gap in the woods. He only saw several illusory huge pillars appearing out of thin air around him, and the man in the painting just now floating in front of him.
He saw the man's face clearly for the first time.
It was a soft and delicate face with the characteristics of an elf. His eyes were dark and dull, as if all emotions had been drained away, and he was looking down at him indifferently.
Klein's head also gradually collapsed, and his whole body turned into a
The maggots, composed of swarming worms, are beating everything around them crazily.
Unknown gazes were cast from the stars, and the entire "dense forest" seemed to be wrapped in thick "black velvet", completely blocking contact with the outside world, and even the roaring became silent.
............
"Depend on!"
Klein suddenly fell to the ground. Regardless of the pain, he immediately got up and kept beating the dust on his windbreaker.
"Did I just fall asleep?" Klein turned around and looked at the relatively flat stone in confusion.
He only remembered that he divined the origin of the Holy Emblem of the Sun, and then seemed to vaguely see an endless light and thin mist.
"There seems to be a man's hand at the end?"
"Not necessarily. The hands are white and thin. She might be a lady..."
Klein looked around guiltily, and after realizing that the captain and Frye were not here, he sat back on the stone.
The time has not come yet, the captain probably won’t come to me in advance...
What happened just now? This was an item given by a certain being? That’s why there is interference?
What if interference is eliminated?
As soon as this idea appeared, it quickly occupied his brain.
This is very reasonable.
After several hesitations, Klein still looked around, and after confirming that no one was around, he picked up 3-0782, passed through the layers of roars again, and entered above the gray fog.
In the majestic palace, Klein sat at the top of the ancient long table, manifesting the mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun.
He weighed the thin gold piece in his hand as skillfully as if he had done it countless times before.
As if he hadn't noticed anything, he took a pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement. After reciting it silently seven times, he leaned back on the chair and entered the dreamland.
The gray mist cut off the sky, and a drop of golden, bright, warm illusory liquid floated on the altar.
A man in a white robe beside the altar was holding the Holy Emblem of the Sun feverishly, and his life force was extracted bit by bit, turning into a bridge connecting the mysterious liquid and the Holy Emblem.
Finally, he lost all the breath of life and fell down on the altar. The drop of bright golden liquid slowly merged into the holy symbol, outlining an incomplete and fuzzy symbol.
"A ritual of self-sacrifice?"
This question just popped up in Klein's mind, and the scene in the dream quickly changed as if to answer it.
The broken brilliance once again formed the drop of illusory liquid, but this time it became huge, hanging in the fragmented sky covered by gray mist and the deep starry sky behind it, like a sun disk.
Suddenly, the power from nowhere filled the drop of liquid, and the false sun instantly became full, bright and hot.
Accompanied by a humming sound that spread across the boundless void, the pure and clear flames instantly ignited everything, and the hot golden waves swept outward crazily.
boom!
Klein was suddenly thrown out of the dreamland, losing his normal perception, leaving only the endless burning pain in his body.
The immeasurable flames stirred up drastic changes in the gray fog. The fog around Klein instantly enveloped the golden sun disk, and the long-collapsed dream reappeared again.
The golden sun was filled again, and the flames that had been scattered before escaped from his control, and actively flowed back under the influence of time.
The sun was firmly nailed into the false starry sky, and this time it actually showed fear!
It strives to expand, and the sun that has broken through the limitations of its shape is now more like a human-shaped shadow made of light.
His body twisted uncontrollably, and he raised his hands heavily, struggling to put on a blue-black cloak on himself.
Suddenly, His movements became easy.
He pulled up his hood and seemed to be in a happy mood. He bowed forward slightly, and then disappeared directly into the gray mist, leaving only the still-burning Klein and a ruined palace.