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"Ahh "Ahh "Ahh

In the dark world where the crows echoed, the sight of the corpses hanging in the black-roofed church was locked on to Klein.

At the same time, a slow footstep sounded from the depths of the church, as if an elderly person was slowly walking from the church.

Crane didn't have to use his brain to figure out who the approaching person was, and he snapped his fingers quickly while maintaining the special state of the "Spirit Line".

Syllable!

A blazing white flame poured out of his wallet, a collective blessing from the "Red of War" that covered him in an instant. But the white flames flickered in the black church and then quickly extinguished, and Crane remained in place, unable to jump out.

The "Angel of War" is too far away from me! With this occult connection alone, I couldn't have jumped outside, and if he was nearby, or if there were members of the Red of War nearby, I should be able to rely on this flame jump to move a little farther away......

He didn't show the slightest frustration, and immediately drove the "wriggling hunger" and tried to "teleport".

Klein's body suddenly became transparent, and he resurfaced, unable to take a step.

His beginning and end seem strangely connected.

"Grafting"? The "grafting" of the "thief" path? Or is it the extraordinary ability of the soothsayer to pass the high sequence? Klein's mind was racing, he already knew that he would never be able to escape without some blood in front of Zarathu, so without hesitation, he immediately reached out and grabbed the charm that could be used again in the inner pocket of his shirt.

The charm was exuding a warm power, making Crane feel his mood gradually calm.

But at this moment, the footsteps in the deepest part had come to the front less than ten meters away from Klein, and a beam of light came out of nowhere, illuminating the interior of the black-spired church a little, and Zarathu's figure was displayed in front of Crane's eyes.

The ancient angel of Sequence One, who had always feared and vigilant Klein, was old and mysterious, wearing a classical black robe that was not good-looking, but it seemed to be embroidered with a star map as a dark pattern, and his gray beard seemed to be groomed, swaying slightly with his movements and breathing.

Klein treated others with himself, and felt that the Zarathu in front of him must also be a historical projection.

For him, whether it is the historical projection or the presence of himself, it is enough for him to die twice, and Klein is just about to use the charm to grab someone's historical projection to help, when he suddenly sees Zarathu raise a hand and make a "pause" motion.

Zarathu's beard trembled, and there was a smile in his voice:

"Talk to me, old man, young man."

"Don't want to? At that time, in the small town on the top of the mountain, you not only talked to me a lot, but also played with the old man several times. ”

Of course, Crane will not believe Zarathu's nonsense, he pretends to use the power of the spell to grab the historical projection in the air, but in fact he is ready to ignite the thousand paper cranes that Will gave him, let good fortune come first, and then try to capture the historical projection of Medici!

Unfazed by Crane's vigilance and distrust, Zarathu smiled and waved his raised hand in the air.

In an instant, the black-roofed church changed its appearance and became a spacious and bright apartment. Wooden chairs were covered with soft cushions and blankets, and the casserole in the kitchen smelled like a casserole, and Zarathu and Klein suddenly changed their orientation, and the two of them sat facing each other at the table, where the warm tea had been poured.

Crane found himself sitting in the chair and immediately struggled as if he had been burned, and Zaratul happily sat down and stretched out his hand to make a "please" motion:

"You can make your own tea."

“……”

Crane didn't answer, didn't act, and scanned his new surroundings warily.

He didn't think what Zarathu had presented to him without purpose, and he frowned as he scrutinized the details of the apartment he was in—one with its new gas lamps and hardcover books on its shelves, none of which were from history.

Moreover, the furnishings and ornaments are tasteful, and they are popular styles that have been selected, at least in the last two decades.

It is likely that the interior of the house is modeled after a real house, but it is unlikely that it was a place for Zarathu, as it contains all kinds of small items needed for living, such as sewing kits and spice bottles, which are full of life.

The location of the Charatut is in the dining room, where the table in the dining area is set up with food for two people, and the cutlery is also served for two people.

The living room in the distance has a floor-to-ceiling window with good lighting, and the golden sunlight falls on the bookshelf against the wall of the sofa.

Two bedrooms, no maid's room, no obvious occupant characteristics, the occupants should be two, and if this salaried person does not hire a maid, it means that they have a place to solve the daily three meals, such as the cafeteria......

It was not large, but such a well-furnished house with a high price of furniture, and according to Klein's experience in Bakerland, it would have to be at least a family earning more than four pounds a week to live in.

Crane suddenly saw something, and his pupils narrowed suddenly.

He suddenly knew what this place was, and he became furious.

On the bookshelf is a copy of "Fundamentals of Machinery: An Introductory Theory"!

This is the school textbook he bought for his sister Melissa when he was still in Tingen, using his salary as a night watchman!!

Benson's salary barely sustains them on three meals a day, and he simply can't afford to pay Melissa's tuition. In order to allow his sister Melissa to have a chance to enter the school and be admitted to the University of Beckland, he bought books that were expensive in this era!

The back of his hand holding the charm on his chest suddenly burst into green tendons, and his temples throbbed with throbbing, almost unable to calm down, questioning the old man in front of him!

If Zarathu hadn't seen Melissa with his own eyes, how could he have embodied this scene and put the book on the table?

"Calm down, young man, I haven't done anything yet, I've just met that young lady under the tutelage of fate."

Zarathu poured himself a cup of tea, and the faint fragrance of flowers filled the air. He held the teacup in the palm of his hand and looked like he wanted to take two sips, though it was almost impossible to find the place of his mouth from his thick beard from Crane's angle.

“…… You're plotting to Fort Source, it's a matter between us. ”

Klein's eyebrows were twisted, his mind was in unprecedented confusion, the smiling faces of Benson and Melissa appeared one moment, and the other time he couldn't go home, and the ticket to "The Return of the Earl" that he had bought in time to go to the appointment, his heart was in turmoil, but he insisted on maintaining his sanity:

"If I lose to you, I'll only think it's because I'm not skilled and unlucky...... I'll admit that your threat to me with them to hand over the Source Fort is indeed the quickest way to do it, and I have no choice. ”

After saying that, Klein completely relaxed, leaned directly on the soft cushions of the seat, and waited for the other party's answer.

When he realizes that this is Benson and Melissa's new home in Beckland, Crane loses his fighting spirit for a moment. He knew he had to hold on to Fort Gen to get what he wanted, but if the price of getting those things was the loss of his loved ones—

- Then he has a good chance of choosing to give up.

……

The town square in the Hilston borough.

"Almost...... Heh, still dying, delaying death for dozens of seconds, human beings' desire to survive is really strong. ”

George III was still fighting him for control of potions and rituals.

His mood became a little unpleasant, and the delay would bring about a new change. So he turned his head and took up the wishing lamp from the high platform at hand to fulfill the wishes of the people.

The people's wishes are "restored to the original", and the miracle master can accumulate these wishes and use them for himself.

At this time, there was a sudden thunder in the sky!

At this time, the thunderous sound of musical instruments sounded, and someone played a song in praise of the Lord of the Storm, and the distant organ sacred music was swept by the wind from the direction of the Basilica of the Holy Wind, and exploded in the hearts of everyone who participated in the speech, spreading great fear!

Everyone shuddered collectively at this moment, and fear involuntarily grew, forcibly detached from the state of sincere prayer!

Even he himself subconsciously paused for a second, the "Black Emperor" who had not yet completed his formation had the spirit of the old days, but his container was incomplete, and he would be intimidated by the tyrants on the earth with fear!

In the gap of this second, Pope Gad II appeared by his side in an instant with lightning speed, taking away the magic lamp in his hand!

Holding a scepter in one hand and a wishing lamp made of gold in the other, the Pope looked majestically at the apparition in front of him.

He wore a triple crown inlaid with sapphires, emeralds and other precious stones, and wore a dark blue and almost black robe, which was embroidered with gold and silver silk threads symbolizing lightning, storms, and oceans.

"Restoration!" Gad II holds aloft the wishing lamp in his hand!

A silver-white lightning bolt tore open the sky, as if the thunder was repeating this sentence!

God came down and robbed me of my wish? He had the idea out of nowhere.

Now that it has been discovered, the next step must be to use the wishes of tens of thousands of people to "restore this phantom to its original state", and the gods will intervene to forcibly terminate this godhood ritual - heh, how can you just let you get it! All it takes is a strong convergence for my "Inquisitor" uniqueness to storm the underground sealing chamber of the God of War Church, and I will also immediately twist the seals of all seals, either the seals or the dead, you just wait to die - between the lightning and the flint, he was confidently prepared, but suddenly noticed one thing:

Gad II did not even light the wick.

Just as he thought about it, a huge lightning bolt as thick as ten people hugged him together fell straight from the sky, striking him with precision and the will to tear everything apart!

Immediately after, brass-colored eyes appeared everywhere, and the layers of pages formed a barrier, cutting off the communication between the spirit realm and the astral realm.

With the thunder as the center, countless lightning bolts pulsed to form a cage, intending to seal the already shattered phantom in it!

The people in the audience looked at the stage in a daze, their eyes lost.

With the tacit cooperation of the Pope of the Church of the Night, the moment Gad II transferred, he had already woven a huge dream covering the whole of Baekland, transferring everyone's consciousness to the world of dreams.

In that world, the speech continues, and Queens is being restored at a rapid pace.

Suddenly, the Pope's eyes widened in the darkness.

The distinction between dreams and reality that He had constructed to protect the people was suddenly distorted, the speech in the dream was abruptly interrupted, and the figure of George Augustus was no longer under His control. The Pope immediately erased George III from his dream, but his extraordinary abilities suddenly lost control for a moment, and he began to complete the ritual of the Black Emperor in his dream!

Then His body was erased like an eraser.

He was hidden. The dream came to an abrupt end.

With the help of the God of Thunder, the distorted dream was forcibly interrupted, and above the nine mausoleums, clouds began to converge at the same time.

The people, who didn't know what was happening, were still looking left and right in confusion and panic, and then, seeing that there was no one on the high platform, but a huge hole appeared on the marble countertop, the person screamed in horror:

"His Majesty the Emperor has been assassinated!"

With this sentence as the fuse, the crowd suddenly boiled like boiling water, and they walked around in a panic after losing their backbone. The extraordinary members of the church rushed to the occasion, using all sorts of extraordinary abilities to calm the mood and maintain law and order.

The speaker of the Psychological Alchemy Society also joined the team to maintain law and order.

In the crowd, Medici's eyeliner lowered her hat and silently retreated from the crowd, leaving the chaotic square.

"It's really boring to make you die like this."

In a mausoleum, a lawyer turned his head and looked at the gloomy sky above, and his tone was frivolous, and he couldn't tell that he was in a hurry:

"I can't stop my godhood ceremony once it starts, that's what I said, so you can't stop me now, at most delay my return to the godhood, which will make you lose your subjects, your believers, your anchor, but you can't kill me, ha."

In Beckland, an MI9 arbiter shrugged:

"I'm already out."

"I am the best lawyer, the best lawmaker. I only act according to interests, and I will not necessarily become your enemy. ”

The next moment, lightning fell from the sky, and without alarming the others, the two speaking Extraordinary Beings were foaming at the mouth, lying on the ground and swinging, frightening the people and animals around them.

A little plant scorched by lightning turned to ashes, and a line of words fell beside them:

"Shut up, Outer God."

……

"Medici is looking for you? Then it looks like the outside is starting. ”

Edward, who was reading a book in the library of Silver City, raised his head, closed the creation myth of Silver City in his hand, and pushed it in front of Ulorius: "Then I should go too, it's boring to chat with you, you are much more boring than the real creator." ”

With that, He stood up and suddenly sneezed.

……

Zarathu nodded and took a sip of his tea.

"Didn't you get angry on the spot, and then break through the limit and fly automatically, or think of some ancient ritual magic counterattack, or directly summon the gods to kill me? You should have a direct way to connect with the Creator, who is His most important person at the moment. ”

Klein was stunned for a moment, not realizing for a moment that it was Zarathu teasing. Coupled with the fact that the real Creator specifically told him not to recite His name and prayers anymore, Crane only thought that the other party was playing with how many hole cards he still had in his hand.

So he shook his head directly:

"You've spotted Benson and Melissa, and I don't believe there's no secret couple lurking around you. It only takes an instant for you to turn them into your secret puppets, and I can't do anything about it. ”

He gradually let go of the hand that was holding the spell from his chest, as if he had completely lost his fighting spirit in front of Zarathu.

Although he put on a state of giving up thinking and letting others slaughter, Crane's spirit did not relax at all.

Zarathu didn't take Crane's image to heart either, he didn't think the protagonist would be cornered.

"You're not afraid that after I get the Source Fort, I'll turn you and your brothers and sisters into secret puppets?"

Zarathu found Klein's answer very interesting, not like the protagonist of the stories he remembered: "You should know that you who own the Source Fort are a deterrent to me, and once the Source Fort is in my hands, you can't guarantee your life." You should not choose your life on the mercy of the strong. ”

He pointed to his head, "You threw a bullet at here before. In this world, the more things you value, you have one more weakness. Actually, you can threaten me like that, but I don't have any family anymore. ”

Crane took a deep breath, and he grabbed it in the historical projection, grabbing his citrine pendulum.

Then he poured a pot of hot tea, lowered his head, and dipped his fingers in the tea to write a line on the tablecloth.

Zarathu watched his actions and asked curiously:

"You've changed back to entity from the historical projection state, what are you going to divination?"

"The source castle has given me a strong divination ability, and I want to divinate the lifespan of my brother and sister." Crane lowered his head, did not look at the soothsayer opposite, and said calmly, "I will use this divination to learn your true intentions, if you want to stop me, take advantage of it now." ”

Zarathu paused as he brought the teacup to his lips. He thought that the feud between himself and Crane was only an extraordinary characteristic of Fort Source and Sequence, and it was not to the blood feud, and it was a big deal to add the time he had been harmed in the town on the top of the mountain before—but that time Zarathu felt that it had nothing to do with him, because he didn't know what the correct symbol was to go out, and the symbol he gave could only connect the inside and outside for a moment, and he was still curious about how Crane used the real key to open the door—he took a sip of light flower tea and looked at Klein with a little curiosity:

"Are you really willing to give up Source Fort like that?"

Klein finished writing the sentence in his hand, and wrote the words "60", "70", "80", "90" and other words below, and the citrine spirit pendulum hung straight in the air, and whispered: "Of course I am not reconciled, but I also have no ability to escape from your hands again." ”

"I need the Source Fort to gain the power to protect others, but if the person I want to protect has to be exchanged for the Source Fort, I will give up."

Zarathu nodded slightly with feeling, and fell silent for a moment.

"I-didn't try to protect anything." The old man said calmly, "I start to miss the old when I get older, but I have nothing to remember, I have nothing, and the last of my bloodlines are eaten by me when I go crazy, and there is no other way but to go up." ”

"Aren't you trying to connect with people?"

"I've seen a man in a high position who has an invincible enemy, but he doesn't go to extremes or cynicism because of this, and still talks to his kind juniors and guides them further," Klein said casually. ”

Zarathu's beard began to flutter again: "Then he must be weak to be trapped by these emotions." ”

"Young man, you were not born in the Quaternary, otherwise you would know that it is the expression of human emotions that is the embodiment of weakness. Just like you, you've made Sequence 3, but there's still a lot you can't let go, and your enemies can easily make you lose everything. ”

Klein asks rhetorically:

"But if I give up everything, give up what I value, what I love, and move forward only for power, then am I still me?"

"But that's what makes it a sign of strength and growth."

Once again, Zarathu felt that the man in front of him was a little naïve.

"So, you should abandon everything and move forward only for the sake of strength?"

"Gaining power is a sacrifice in itself, throwing your things on the altar, and you can reap as much as you give. Reasoning knows that there is no harvest without labor, how can you not understand when you drink potions? ”

The citrine spirit pendulum swirled on a few numbers, and Crane lowered his head, and his tone became a little strange:

"To become a true god is to face spiritual erosion, gradually becoming less like yourself, and the anchor cannot completely improve the state...... Don't you have anything you don't want to forget, even if you die like that? ”

"Young man, you still don't understand anything." Zarathu laughed, "If I don't rise, others who rise will come and kill me, don't put your life in the mercy of others." ”

Seeing the citrine pendulum stop on a certain number, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and his body movements relaxed slightly:

"I now believe that you have no killing intent towards Benson and Melissa, you just want to get Fort Source, so be it."

Zarathu nodded:

"Tell me how you control Source Castle, don't lie to me, or I'll turn you into a secret puppet."

Klein looked down and wiped his fingers, "I can tell the difference. ”

"The first sentence is, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun-"

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...... Zarathu heard the term in the ancient Hermetic language. I only felt that there seemed to be some connection with the "Lord of Mysteries", and there were infinite mysteries in it, and he couldn't help but listen and wait for the following.

"The second sentence is ......"

Crane wiped his fingers clean and looked up, revealing an illusory transparent figure of Fursak's blood in his brown eyes.

A transparent hand suddenly reached out from Klein's brow and pressed it against Zarathu's face.

In an instant, Zaratul's body twisted, and in the blink of an eye, he became a puppet with a white beard like Santa Claus.

"Transfiguration Curse!"

The puppet's eyes widened, and he struggled twice, sinking into the fog of history.

The back of Klein's neck was cold, as if he was about to be hoisted. But the next moment he was also cursed, the connection between the spirit and the flesh became extremely close, and the spirit thread was wrapped around Klein's body like a rice dumpling, and if he wanted to take the thread, he would pull Klein's whole person away!

And in this way, Zarathu's location was revealed.

The surrounding arrangement disappeared and was transformed back into a dark and gloomy steeple church.

Pop, the angel in the state of "resentment" turned fiction into reality, and Richard fell to the ground lightly:

"Looks like I'm here by coincidence?"

"yes, I didn't expect you to be the first to find me."

Klein nodded, looked at the secret puppets swaying above, and took the initiative to say:

"Don't do anything to my loved ones."

"If you don't do anything to them, I can swear by Fort Source that even if I defeat you, I won't kill you."

The mystical couples who rolled their eyes turned to Klein, and for a moment, the whispers in their throats converged into one sentence:

"I'll ......"

"All the time...... Look at them ......"

It seems that Benson and Melissa will have to endure a period of harassment by crows...... Crane breathed a sigh of relief, and then, a smile rose on his face that had been tense: "I think you have a saying that is very true, to gain power is to sacrifice, to sacrifice what you have, to throw what you get, to get something. But the flame burns more and more, until at last it throws itself into it and becomes its fuel. ”

"Still, I hope that when I fall into the flames, I can smile and think I've got what I wanted."

"Instead of feeling that it was the end I was looking for after I was cornered, had no choice, and had no nostalgia for life."

TBC

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Richard patted Klein on the shoulder and exclaimed:

"You kid has a lot of ideas, aren't you from the Esoteric Order? Would you be interested in learning about the New Rose School? ”