After making this decision, he made a lot of preparations, including monitoring the previously specially marked Poseidon cultists for a long time above the gray fog, observing his physical appearance, guiding him to manifest the architectural plan and layout of the Doge's Palace, and purchasing powerful anesthetic gas from Emrin.

His plan was to take on the form of that believer, infiltrate the dungeon, numb all the ordinary people and low-order guards first, and then point the physical anesthesia that might or may not have one or two mid-sequence leaders.

Crane jumped silently into the Doge's Mansion like a passing wild cat, walked around and around to the utility room, found some cleaning tools such as brooms, carried these props, and craned his back to the entrance of the dungeon.

When I entered, I saw four guards playing cards.

"One-on-three." One person pulled the long note quite proudly.

"I can't afford it." His homemaker pouted disapprenantly.

"Hahahaha!"

The convivial atmosphere makes it not look like a dungeon that is supposed to be dark, oppressive, unscrupulous, and terrifying.

"You old man, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The four guards spotted him at once, and one of them put the cards in his hand on the table, and stood up with some irritation, he frowned, and his tone was very unhappy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to clean up those special prisons. I've taken a leave of absence from the steward, and I'm going home in the morning. I'm thinking about cleaning in advance. ”

Crane bowed his head and replied cautiously.

At this time, a fat-bellied jar in the bucket he was carrying was emitting colorless and odorless gas. This is Klein's custom premium smoke, the kind with an antidote.

"Go, go, go, don't disturb us playing cards."

One of the guards who sat motionless waved his hand to chase away.

Crane was about to immediately go deep into the dungeon with his stuff when another guard suddenly grabbed the high-pressure rifle he had in hand and pointed the muzzle at the old man.

Klein broke out in a cold sweat and was discovered?

"Bang!"

Crane let out an "ah" and collapsed to the ground pretending to be scared, followed by the sound of the four guards laughing.

It turned out that the guard with the gun had just simulated the sound of a gunshot with his mouth, making fun of the native servant in front of him.

The gunfire doesn't look like it at all.

Klein's disdain rose in his heart, and a suppressed sense of anger and sorrow rose more clearly, and he understood more clearly why a brutal and bloody "pseudo" god like Kavituwa still had so many fanatical believers for so many years.

When human beings are beyond their reach, they can only pin their hopes on the gods, and the more desperate life becomes, the more crazy their faith becomes.

The guard laughed for a short time and began to draw again.

Crane got up, picked up his tools, and walked inside, in a hidden corner, and put down the bucket.

He slowly approached the heart of the dungeon, and not long after he turned a right-angled corner, he suddenly felt that his extraordinary abilities were being rapidly weakened, and his intuition told him that all other abilities except for the agility and spiritual intuition provided by the Joker would come to an end.

Seals?

Crane froze, losing his extraordinary abilities, and he could barely save anyone from the dungeon, and he might even become one behind bars.

Unable to move on any further, the soothsayer should trust his instincts.

Crane stopped, hesitated, and turned back.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three shots were fired in a row, and a man in an army uniform came head-on, and he trotted all the way while firing continuously without hesitation.

He is the boss of today's level, and he takes turns with the other bosses in charge of a seal placed in the dungeon area where the Extraordinary is held.

This seal weakens the extraordinary and mystical powers in the area in all aspects, and can tell if the creature that intrudes into the range has extraordinary factors, and gives a hint.

Crane turned and ran, using his body's agility and spiritual instincts to dodge the bullets.

The passage to the core of the dungeon is not a straight line, which allows Crane to dodge and escape.

It's not a way to run like this, it's really uncomfortable to lose extraordinary abilities all of a sudden, and Klein regrets a little that he didn't bring a gun.

Because of the ability to air bullets, when he doesn't need to play Gelman, he carries a gun less and less, mainly because he often has to hang a lamp when he goes out, and it is a little inconvenient to carry a gun.

Klein took out the magic lamp, shook it twice, and whispered:

"Can you handle the strength of this seal?"

His subtext was, take me away if you can.

After waiting for a while, the magic lamp did not answer, and the lamp god, who had always been on call, was dumb at this time.

Wouldn't it, this seal is so stakes, the lamp god can't come out?

Klein ran wildly all the way, and the big B behind him chased after him, if Crane could still throw skills, it would be a kite bureau.

Another turn, Klein stopped running, looked around, found a hidden corner and hid in.

The man took a gun, made a cautious turn, and then quickly turned to Klein's hidden corner.

"Bang!"

Crane was forced out, and he rolled on the ground, and then his body quickly bounced up at an exaggerated bend angle, nimbly pounced on the man.

The distance was narrowed to the point of a broadside battle in the blink of an eye, and the barbarian and the clown fought with fists and kicks.

This reminded Klein of the battle with Meursault.

With a muffled thud, Crane was slammed on the shoulder with the butt of his iron gun, and he hissed in pain, feeling his shoulder blades crack.

Fortunately, the dodge was timely, but if it was smashed right in the back of the neck, he might be unconscious on the spot.

Klein also rounded the lamp in his hand and slammed it into the man's head, and the man raised the hard butt of his rifle to fend off the attack.

"Bang dang!"

The butt of the gun cracked.

I saw a simple and ordinary oil lamp, the speed did not decrease, and it smashed heavily on the arm of the man protecting his head with the momentum of splitting mountains and rocks.

"Click!"

The sound of bones shattering.

The man staggered and took a few steps back, the pain making him shiver physiologically.

Crane seized the opportunity and stepped forward, ready to continue the physical strike with the magic lamp.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two of them saw at the same time that the colors around them became extremely vivid, the black walls became even darker, and the red blood stains became more vivid......

The air rippled like water, and a top hat tuxedo, a gentlemanly gentleman stepped out of it.

The scene quickly caught Azik's eyes.

An old man dressed as a servant of the Roth Aborigines held a golden oil lamp aloft and made a gesture to fight.

A man in a military uniform, one arm hanging at his side at an eerie angle, his upper body twisted slightly, as if trying to dodge.

Azik looked at the native's unfamiliar face, was silent for three seconds, and then spoke

"You're doing, what?"

The embarrassment started from the toes, and the road was like a bamboo, straight to Baihui.

Klein opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

When the man saw that someone had ignored the effect of the seal and teleported, his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

He turned and ran, hoping that the person who came was not the helper of the previous intruder, and that for whatever reason, he might delay the person for a little while, so that he could stay away from death.

However, Azik only glanced at him, and the illusory black sea overwhelmed him, and he lost consciousness.

"I, I took a commission to save people, that, this is the Governor's Mansion of Byam."

Klein organized the language, but was unable to answer Mr. Azik's questions fluently.