No, I'm not going anywhere...... Trouble long legs, come over by yourself?Crane almost gasped with a bared tooth expression that didn't fit Gelman Sparrow's set.

The only reason to stop him from doing so is that there will be a lot of movement that will allow the "Trouble" to discover his hiding place!

No longer a young nightwatchman, he quickly made a decision, held his breath, stood up slowly, and moved to the iron fence gate almost without a sound, and looked stealthily and calmly at the place where the footsteps came.

He believes that since hiding and avoiding is no longer effective, it is necessary to identify the situation related to the danger in order to make the most appropriate choice!

With two miniature rounds of the sun in his eyes, Crane waited for dozens of seconds, and heard the footsteps grow heavier and clearer, accompanied by the clatter of the iron door being pushed open and hitting the wall.

Immediately afterward, he saw a tall figure appear on the right side of the hallway.

This figure is close to two meters five, wearing a piece of black armor that covers the whole body, and the cold feeling is like substance, it seems to be a giant knight.

His aura was restrained, his silence was like the deep sea, his eyes flashed with two crimson lights, and he held a long and wide black straight sword in his hand.

Bang dang!

He pushed open the iron door of a cell, stepped inside, and spun around, as if searching for something.

Hiss...... Is this looking for some prisoner? I'm sure I'm going to find out...... Klein hesitated, thinking about whether he should leave the cell and find another way out while the other party was still close, or attack and simply finish off the target, and then continue to shrink here, waiting for the dream to end.

Judging how much time he had to think, Crane quickly untied the citrine pendant from the cuff of his left wrist and began divination with a voice that he could almost only hear:

"That knight was very powerful. ”

After reciting it seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw that the citrine pendant was spinning clockwise, with a large amplitude and a very fast speed.

This means that the target is a very dangerous being!

No longer hesitating, and without time to hesitate, Crane used the extraordinary ability of "Joker" to control his muscles and pull open the iron fence gate without any extra movement.

Then, taking advantage of the black-armored knight's entry into another cell, he stepped lightly into the corridor and shrunk to the left.

In the thick darkness, he listened to the movement behind him, and while maintaining a stealthy and swift movement, he soon made a detour and arrived at a seemingly open iron door.

Trying to push and pull, Crane found that the iron door was not heavy, but someone had locked it.

After thinking for two seconds, he took out the key he had picked up in his cell, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it without much hope.

There was a slight click, and the locks on the iron door were lifted.

It's a dream, but you can't just pick up a key and it's an important prop...... I was going to draw paper into a soldier, stick it in the crack of the door, and cut it continuously, one after the other...... Crane slowly pushed open the iron door, half confused, half in disgust.

To his disappointment, behind the iron door was not an exit, but a hall piled up with a lot of clutter.

Closing the door and locking it again, Crane walked around the messy piles of items and looked for possible doors or paths.

After a few seconds, he noticed an inconspicuous black wooden door in the corner, so he cautiously leaned over and reached for the handle.

The scene inside naturally came to his mind, it was a storage room, with a full-length mirror on the right and a figure in a linen robe on the right.

Someone -- the escaped prisoner -- was forced out of his comfort zone and Crane decided to take the initiative with a limited grasp, so he slowly twisted the handle and pushed open the black wooden door.

He had to get a rough idea of what was going on in order to decide whether to flee or fight at a critical moment.

"Who?" asked the linen-robed figure quickly but quietly, his tone full of despair and pain.

"An adventurer. Klein replied simply.

He had relied on his night vision to see the figure clearly:

This is a weathered man with a weathered face, deep wrinkles on his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and the sides of his mouth, but his hair is black and shiny, without a single silver thread.

His short linen robe was simple and simple, his expression was distorted by pain, and his rare pure black eyes were filled with surprise and confusion that could not be concealed:

"Adventurer?

"How did you get here?"

Crane kept a certain distance from the man who didn't know whether he was young or old, stood at the door, looked at each other and said:

"It is necessary to introduce yourself before asking someone to do so. ”

As a "Faceling", he had already grasped the characteristics of the other party just by looking at it for a short time—in addition to the contradictory hair color and wrinkles, there were also hideous old scars on his cheeks.

The man was stunned, and glanced at the hall worriedly:

"You'd better close the door, we can't get caught by that demon, or ......"

The muscles in his face twitched visibly twice, as if he remembered something bad.

"Demons?" Crane whispered, reaching back, closing the black wooden door.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly:

"Sorry, I was not polite enough.

"My name is Leo Master, an ascetic of a religious organization. ”

"A religious organization? It seems that it is not a believer in one of the seven gods. Klein spotted a problem with the other party's diction.

If it was an ascetic who believed in one of the seven gods, he could obviously say it bluntly, and even the priests of the Church of the Sun and the bishop of the Storm Church would not fight as soon as they met in such a dangerous place.

Leo Master laughed at himself:

"Yes, I worship the original Creator, who is omniscient and omnipotent, the root of all greatness, who is the beginning and the end, who is the god of gods!"

This...... Hearing that the other party worshiped the original creator, Crane's first reaction was "Twilight Hermit Society".

However, there are indeed some small sects in the North and South Continents that do primitive worship, and there are not many people who believe in the original Creator...... Klein pondered for a moment and asked:

"What's the name of that religious organization of yours?

"How did you get here?"

Leomaster hesitated:

"The easternmost part of the Sunia Sea is the place where my Lord sleeps, and his holy mountain is hidden somewhere here, and I have come here with a pilgrimage to try to witness miracles and redeem myself.

"Perhaps it was an inevitable test, we were caught by that demon and died one after another......

"Later, I seized the opportunity to escape from the cell and hid here until the demon left. ”

Klein thought for a moment and said:

"Do you know what that demon is called, and what are his characteristics?"

"He?" Leomast said, shaking his head, slightly confused, "I don't know his exact name, but many pilgrims seem to know him and call him the 'Black Sage'. ”

The Black Sage?a demigod?Is this Leomaste's dream, or is it the dream of the demigod?Judging from my divination, it should be the latter, otherwise there wouldn't be too much danger...... Klein was about to ask Leommaster which organization he belonged to, and to find out the general extraordinary abilities of the "Black Sage", when the corner of his eye suddenly swept to the full-length mirror opposite the ascetic.

In the occult, mirrors are a gateway to hidden and unknown worlds, and it is easy to bring terrible accidents, so Crane, who was in a dangerous dream, cautiously walked over, intending to use the power of the "Priest of Light" to destroy the item directly.

"No, don't!" Leomast cried out in horror as if sensing Klein's intentions, "If it weren't for it, I would, I'd die instantly!"

Huh?" Klein looked at his glasses again, confused.

Although the environment is unusually dark, two figures are clearly reflected in the mirror, one is Leomaste, with many wrinkles and black hair, and the other is Gelman Sparrow, who has a thin face, black hair and brown eyes, and wears a peaked cap.

At this moment, when Klein didn't make any moves, Gelman Sparrow in the mirror slowly turned his head and showed a gloomy smile at him!

Suddenly there were ripples on the mirror, and a hand stretched out.

Klein just blinked, and Gelman Sparrow, who was exactly like him, crawled out of the mirror, his face visibly darkened by the darkness!

It's scary...... Unfortunately, I don't look like Gelman Sparrow, so you didn't scare me...... If it was Zhou Mingrui who appeared and drilled out of the mirror, I am afraid that I would wake up directly...... Crane looked at the other calmly and raised his left hand, which was already covered by a layer of sunlight.

German Sparrow, who was on the other side, smiled and raised his left hand as well, giving the glove a noble but strange dark color.

This corresponds to the ability of the "Corrupt Baron"!

My clone?Crane thought for a moment, and raised his right hand again with a blank expression.

In his palm he was holding a short, milky white scepter that had come out of nowhere, and the head of the power was inlaid with a circle of blue-blue "gems".

"Poseidon Scepter"!

Although the actions in the dream must be logical to achieve the desired effect, Crane suspected that this illusory world could not affect the gray mist to affect the mysterious space, so he just tried to simplify the ritual process, telling himself that the "Poseidon Scepter" was kept in a place similar to a unique area of the spirit world, and he could take it out when he wanted it.

The result of the attempt made Klein happy, the dream world really couldn't tell the difference between the unique area of the spirit world and the gray mist, and on the premise that the "Seagod Scepter" really belonged to him, this demigod-level seal was "taken out"!

Can it really work...... Otherwise, you'll have to fight the other side...... Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He also believed that the mirror could not replicate the parts associated with the Grey Mist.

The eerie Gelman Sparrow looked at the other side a little sluggishly, and instinctively followed and raised his hand, but the inside of his right palm was empty.

Then, he saw countless silver-white lightning bolts shoot out, wrapping himself in layers, making him consume the "paper man stand-in" one by one but unable to jump out of this area.

Zziz, a huge ball of thunder lit up the room that was too narrow to dodge, and disappeared with Gelman Sparrow in the mirror.

For some reason, Klein felt a lot quieter at this moment, as if he had entered the time of a sage.

He turned his head and looked back at Leomaste:

"What is the name of that religious organization you join?"

Leo Master replied tremblingly:

"Aurora will ......"

Klein was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

At this moment, there was a loud bang outside, and the locked iron door seemed to have been kicked open.

Knock! Knock!

Heavy footsteps like beating drums came straight into the corner, as if they had discovered Klein and Leomaster's hideout.

Klein suspected that it was the movement of the lightning storm just now that made the "Black Sage" aware of it!

There's no way to hide...... With the "Poseidon Scepter" in his hand, Crane kicked the black wooden door of the storage room out and kicked it towards the "Black Sage"!

As the wooden door rolled, he saw his target's appearance clearly:

The knight in the black full-body armor had somehow pushed his face up, revealing a wrinkled face, revealing a few strands of jet-black shiny hair, revealing the old scars on his cheeks.

He looks exactly like Leomaste, and even the subtle features match perfectly!

The only difference is that his eyes glow crimson.

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