Antigonus narrowed his eyes, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Of course, you can leave at any time."
"So how do I leave?"
Antigonus twisted the stubby hair on his cheek, with a faint smile on his lips:
"Why should I tell you? You've trapped me here for so long."
Huh... Klein took a deep breath, looked down at the town shrouded in fog, and said word by word:
"If I'm not wrong, even if you are trapped here, the 'mystery' can still have an impact on you."
"And you can't take action against that uniqueness and sequence-one characteristic, otherwise why don't you take revenge on her yourself?"
The cunning in Antigonus's eyes dimmed.
She looked at Klein and slowly lowered her hand, a dangerous light flashing in her eyes.
But Klein seemed not to notice the danger and continued to talk to himself.
"So you can only place your hopes on others. I'm in a bad mood right now. Letting me go out to fight 'Secret', even if it doesn't cause any harm to her, will be a comfortable thing for you, isn't it?
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After taking a deep look at Klein, Antigonus suddenly sneered and reached out to touch the air beside him.
"Are all people in your old world so sharp-tongued?"
"But there's one thing you're wrong about. No matter what, I'm still her angel."
The pale palm did not drag out anything this time, but Klein's spiritual warning screamed like crazy. He could feel that something had changed in the son of the ancient god in just that moment.
The whole body of Antigonus became a few degrees darker. The angel whose face was covered by an illusory silver-white mask glanced at Klein, turned and walked towards the church.
"Come on, let me help you go back."
...
Gudong, Gudong...
On the surface of a light green lake, bubbles emerged one after another, breaking the tranquility of the emerald-like lake surface. The boiling spirituality continued to overflow, indicating that something was about to wake up.
As the number of bubbles increased again, endless thin gray mist poured out from the bottom of the lake, quickly evaporated the moment it left the lake surface, and disappeared without a trace.
The huge amount of gray mist steam turned into a pulling force close to the physical level under the spiritual transformation, dragging a dark gray cocoon to the surface of the water.
Wow...the water flow stirred up by the gray cocoon kept surging outward, washing away the green background of the lake. It washed away this magnificent color again and again, and two waves came from different places but strangely followed it.
The sound of heartbeats beating at the same rhythm slowly broke the calm.
The crystal coffin next to the lake began to stir for no reason, and cracks on the surface of the gray cocoon tore apart the restraints, as if it were a precursor to breaking out of the cocoon and rebirth.
The world was overturned by invisible forces, and the picture turned into black and white. In the illusory perspective, several illusory threads connecting the ice coffin and the cocoon moved, pulling the cracks on the surface of the cocoon to be broken by countless squirming insects.
These insects with complicated mysterious patterns on the surface and exuding bright starlight were squirming crazily. They were glued into two thin slices under the combination of external forces, and the cracks that bound him were torn open.
The translucent insect body that condensed a corner of the starry sky melted and turned into bones. The sub-healthy white skin covered the crazy mysterious patterns. The cracks on the surface of the insect cocoon became larger and larger until it was enough for the molded figure to walk out of it.
Finally, the naked man walked out of the shelter where he had been sleeping for three hundred years. The crystal coffin placed next to the lake burst into flames as if cheering, and a long-haired figure wearing an asymmetrical coat slowly stood up.
The wet blond hair hangs down on both sides, and the light blue eyes quickly escape from confusion and look to the side slightly hurriedly.
When he saw that figure standing there, looking at him with her beautiful green eyes, Tristan finally felt the peace he had not seen for a long time.
He stretched out his hand to touch the face that made him miss him so much, but the second before he touched it, he pulled it back as if he wanted to be electrocuted.
The newly born "ancient scholar" quickly adjusted his breathing and glanced at the dim mausoleum. Starlight instantly appeared on his body, and his skin squirmed as he wore a black windbreaker that was in line with the aesthetics of the current era.
Steam engines, telegraphs, trains... Tristan recalled everything he had seen during his high-speed "travel", a smile slowly appeared on his lips, and he looked towards the only faintly illuminated corridor in front of him.
"Let's go, Yin Fulin, we have been out of touch with the times for too long."
He pulled the dull-looking lady with a slight fear, and his hands finally stopped shaking. The mausoleum in front of him overturned and disappeared, replaced by a bustling street, and he uttered those words that were long overdue.
"Honey, how about we go have a cup of tea?"
...
Inside the church, Klein, who entered through the wall with Antigonus, admired the decoration inside the church, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
As far as he could see, there were figures hanging one after another, covering the ceiling of the entire church.
All human beings, all eras, all kinds of human beings!
Seeing some figures wearing classical robes, some wearing brown jackets, some with gorgeous dresses, and some with tattered clothes that looked like beggars, Klein was greatly shocked - what kind of church was there here? It was like a museum, a A museum dedicated to collecting human specimens!
"Are all our high-sequence fortune tellers this perverted?"
Klein's scalp felt numb when he saw it, and he tried hard to calm the twitching corners of his mouth, but no matter how hard he tried, his body was still faithfully feedbacking the fear that a human being should have, so he could only give up.
Antigonus looked around, his eyes wandering.
"Perhaps, this should be some bad custom left by the earliest one at the top of the sequence."
She coughed lightly, then patted Klein and looked away.
"After 'Mystery' left behind the shell of a mythical creature that contained uniqueness - you can think of her as being out of control, and this is what it looks like here."
"She will instinctively hunt all the extraordinary people of this path who want to get close, and over time it has become like this."
With that said, Antigonus wanted to cover up the situation and decisively threw the blame on Zaratul.
"But I think this is probably also influenced by the little mouse from the Secret Order. After all, the people hanging here are basically members of the Secret Order."
Speaking of Zarathul, Klein instinctively recalled the group of worms with an outline that resembled a lake, and his spine felt cold.
He was not a fool. As soon as he resumed his thinking, he roughly figured out who had attacked him when he fell to the ground, and who had indirectly broken his dream of returning home.
But he still had doubts at the moment.
"Why are you okay with me?"
Ordinarily, a mythical creature that possesses uniqueness should be enough to suppress all lower-level people in this path, even angels.
Antigonus glanced at him.
"The attraction here is not as strong as you think. The real danger is the palace on the main peak of Honazis, which is where accidents occur most. As for this place..."
"As long as you can control your own spiritual body thread, there won't be any big problem."
In other words, this place is connected to Mount Honazis in a sense?
Klein nodded without understanding, and immediately turned on his spiritual vision to observe the church dotted with corpses.
At a glance, he saw that those densely packed figures still exuded normal aura colors, but they were more dull.
"They're not dead yet?"
Hearing Klein's question, Antigonus laughed rather evilly.
"Not dead? It's just that it was fixed at the last moment before death. After all, the biggest meaning of 'secret puppet' is to confuse people. If a secret puppet can be easily seen by people with spiritual vision, then how can they be manipulated?"
What else is there for?"
Immediately afterwards, Antigonus moved his fingers, and the corpses suspended in the air by the spiritual threads split into two groups and scattered to both sides, revealing the dark altar that was blocked by them.
"That's where I usually sleep, and it's also the only exit here."
Angels actually need to stay asleep... Klein irresponsibly guessed whether Antigonus usually slept in human form or as a demon wolf. Soon, this instinctive complaint was replaced by the decadence accumulated in his heart.
My emotions were suppressed, so I had no choice but to keep up the pace, and walked into the altar with the swaying figure above my head looking down.
Beside the dark altar, a stone statue caught his eye.
He looked at the face of this statue that was no different from the "Mother of Heaven", or Fran Amani, and then looked at Antigonus whose vision was briefly blurred, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.
well......
"Did you see the place on the wall behind the statue that was inlaid with obsidian?" Antigonus quickly returned to normal, pointing to a wall painted with short and clumsy symbols, and pursed his lips.
"That's where you left."
"I can send you on your way now."
She looked at Klein jokingly, only to find that the "faceless man" ignored her trash talk and instead looked back at the hanging body in mid-air.
"As the old saying goes, my country is about to leave, so why don't you give me something?"
How come I haven't heard of it... Antigonus frowned, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the corners of Klein's mouth rising slightly.
"Of course," she answered Klein's nonsense without any instruction, pointing to her chest, "If you promise me to spread the ashes of 'Secret' when I go out, I will give myself another share right now.
Sequence 2 characteristics are given to you."
"What do you think? Think about it."
"Change it to another one. In a sense, it is also my ashes." Klein did not jump into the trap and settled for the next best thing.
"I lost most of my equipment in the East District smog, uh... before I met your sister. Although I won't be able to cause some trouble for 'Secret' immediately after I go out, I will always go there.
made."
Klein raised an eyebrow and gave up his face.
"But if I really want to cause him some trouble, I have to be promoted to a higher rank."
He said this from the bottom of his heart. Although he couldn't go home and the original motivation to support his promotion was greatly reduced, considering the dangers that may arise everywhere, he must be responsible for his own safety.
And at least half of them are serious about promotion.
"Hahahahaha..." Antigonus was amused by Klein's serious look and couldn't stop clapping his hands.
"Very good! You have already experienced the best part of 'Soothsayer'."
She moved her fingers slightly, searched around in a playful way, and slightly hooked her finger. A figure mixed in the corpse flew over, and the thread of the spirit body broke. The man with torn clothes fell to the ground just before he landed. It was shattered by the huge power into its most original pure characteristics.
The jet-black gelatin "gem" belonging to the "Apostle of Desire" was entangled with the mist that appeared out of thin air. Antigonus glanced at Klein and dragged out a familiar long thing.
She looked up and down a few times and said to herself:
"This is your previous weapon? It's too uninnovative."
The mist began to squirm, and after a while, the elongated and twisted gelatin mixed with the mist into a brand new black cane. From a distance, the outer layer seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, sticky but illusory.
"You should know how to use it." Antigonus handed the gift to Crane with a smile in his eyes.
Klein tentatively took the cane, digesting the information that rushed into his mind, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
He gently shook his cane, and the chain blade attached with flames rose up, but then, driven by spirituality, it turned into an exquisitely constructed meat saw, followed by a straight-edged long knife, a round shield, and a sickle. ...
The shadow on the surface of the "cane" floats rapidly, constantly changing the most basic form of the weapon.
Antigonus looked with satisfaction at the weapons he had made based on the references of multiple games in Zhou Mingrui's memory, with uncontrollable pride in his tone.
"Its negative effect is to amplify the original impulses and negative emotions in your heart, and it will also be my eyes. If you betray what you just said one day, you must be careful whether you will be eaten by it in the battle. "
"Believe me, I will do what I say."
Klein nodded slightly, admiring his new weapon, and suddenly said something.
"So you can contact the outside world, can I also recite your honorable name at the appropriate time?"
The complacency on Antigonus's face froze. She looked at the "faceless man" in front of her with some surprise at the "faceless man" who had "made rapid progress" in the traditional art of "divineer", and said with a strange expression:
"No, this is the limit of what I can do."
Immediately afterwards, she quickly turned on the obsidian on the wall, quickly outlined the "dark night" logo, instilled spirituality and opened the passage.
"Okay, you can leave, remember the agreement I made with you."
"Okay..." I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a bit of disappointment in Klein's tone.
He restored the weapon to the shape of a cane, turned around and walked towards the passage. The moment he turned his back and Antigonus couldn't see him, his eyes, which had been so full of interest just now, suddenly turned cold and turned gray.
"Thank you for your gift."
The next moment, the figure of the "faceless man" finally disappeared into the church, and there was only one living creature left in the town.
The embarrassment on Antigonus's face slowly disappeared. She stared at the place where Klein disappeared, tentatively stretched out her hand, pressed against the invisible barrier between herself and the passage, and raised the corners of her mouth. A self-deprecating smile.
Before walking back to the altar, she wiped away her previous disrespect and knelt down on one knee. The "Dark Night" symbol on the altar was distorted and restored to the "Fool" composed of the Childless Eye and twisted threads.
"Lord, the great 'God of Mysteries', I have completed your order and let Zhou Mingrui understand part of the truth..."