Although Klein has been in the Godforsaken Land for less than a week, he has already passed through the little "sun" and has already learned enough about this place, knowing that normal humans, even saints, must use flames to create light when walking in the dark, otherwise it is easy to encounter dangerous monsters lurking in the depths of the darkness, or be devoured by the secret, disappear silently, and never be found again.

At this time, the old clergyman, without carrying the animal skin lantern, walked slowly into the interior of the church, where the yellow light of the horse lantern shone through the mist, in the darkness.

If it weren't for the deep and calm eyes of his eyes, without a hint of madness, Crane's first reaction would definitely be to encounter a special monster.

Of course, this normal human-like state and immersion in darkness are so contradictory that any creature with an IQ on the standard line can easily conclude that it is perhaps more terrifying than a special monster.

To be able to walk through the darkness without being affected in this way, and with enough wisdom and spirituality, Klein had only seen one before:

"Blasphemer" Amon!

Feeling the dim light on his face, the tall old man in the dark clerical robe with a slight bow on his back stopped, looked at Klein next to the demon wolf statue, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Where has the master of this city-state gone?"

Crane belonged to the kind of person who could try to solve problems peacefully without fighting strangers, and while raising his vigilance, he calmly replied:

"I just entered the city, and I don't know where its owner has gone. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole church suddenly dimmed, and a thin mist rushed in from the outside like a tide, flooding the inside.

The light of the lantern in Klein's hand could no longer illuminate the windows and doorways, and the outside world was so dark that nothing else could be seen.

In an instant, the church dedicated to the statue of the demon wolf seemed to be isolated from the ancient city of North, and it was unknown where it was located.

Klein's pupils suddenly dilated slightly, and he looked at the clergyman with wrinkled face and white hair, and asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

The hunched clergyman replied with a look down on him:

"I am the attendant of the Lord's throne, Steven, the angel of the Word, and I walk in this place of the past, seeking the blasphemer that lurks in the darkness. ”

As he spoke, the old man's figure swelled to a height of four meters, followed by patches of dark illusory feathers, which intertwined with light and shadow, weaving into four pairs of deep but sacred wings.

"Angel of the Word" Stepever...... The attendant by the throne of the Lord God...... Land of the Past...... Is this a member of the True Creator, a member of the Angel of Destiny, or a member of the Rose of Redemption...... The evil god was still looking for the extraordinary qualities of the "Secret Attendant"? Crane had to raise his head and look at Stever, who was still wearing a black clergyman's robe, but had four pairs of angelic wings—a high position that was still wrinkled, gray, and full of contradictions in his angelic state.

Crane pretended that he had never been an enemy of the Aurora Society, and calmly spoke:

"The blasphemer has long since fled, and I am looking for Him. ”

"Angel of the Word" Steif stared at Klein for two seconds and asked in a low voice:

"Who are you?"

It's hard to say it directly...... Crane sighed and smiled:

"I am a lone traveler. ”

After he made this answer, he suddenly felt an extremely dark self-generation in his body, and it sank down, merging with the shadow created by the light of the horse lamp.

The pitch-black figure then twisted and "came to life", stretching into another Gelman Sparrow, a gloomy in his eyes and a lonely temperament.

This...... Klein's eyes shrank, and without hesitation, he reached out his right hand to the side and grabbed it out of thin air.

At this point, if he hadn't guessed that Steven was using his "answers", then he could join the Aurora Society and believe in the "True Creator".

At this moment, he already knew what an "angel of the word" was.

This is clearly an "angel of evil words"!

Use the other party's answer to intercept some of it or expand the ambiguity to create a spiritual effect!

When Klein says he doesn't know where the owner of the city has gone, Steven intercepts "I don't know where I went", leaving Crane to trap himself and cut himself off from the outside world;

When this angel speaks of Identity, every word elevates His level and power;

When Klein answers who he is, he is separated from the ego of a "lonely traveler".

From the moment he appeared in the ancient city of North, Stefer, dressed in a black clergyman's robe, had a strong malice!

And just as Klein tries to summon an image from the hole in history, the gloomy Gelman Sparrow seems to be in touch with him, and grasps the same projection, and the two cancel each other out like that.

Seeing that the ability of the "ancient scholar" was restrained, Klein's eyes froze, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth and pronounced a word in the language of giants.

But in the next second, the word was stolen.

Nearly four meters tall and with a clumsy body, the "Angel of the Word" Steve somehow grew a bloody head on his left shoulder, which was very close to his own appearance, but much younger, and seemed to be only in his forties.

Around the head, there are two skinless, fleshy arms that herd different spirits and use their extraordinary ability to steal thoughts and thoughts.

At the same time, Stever's right shoulder also has a bloody head, and he looks like he is only twenty years old.

The three heads, one herding the soul, stealing Klein's thoughts, the other staring indifferently at the target, deepening the self-awareness of the "lonely traveler", one mouth open and closed, said:

"You're lying!

"You are the blasphemer who broke the rites of the Son of God and interfered with the Lord's coming into the world twice!

"You're one of those I'm looking for!"

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and then calmly spat out a giant word:

"Leodro!"

This is the real name of the "Lord of the Storm"!

The reason why Klein's idea wasn't stolen was because he had lined up what he was going to do next, and the queue was full of the same content, and the theft of the first part didn't stop him from following the idea of the rest in the slightest.

This is the valuable experience he gained in his confrontation with Amon.

Of course, if he meets Amon again, Klein suspects that a similar approach may not work, and that the "god of mischief" will definitely be able to come up with new tricks once he is on guard.

As soon as Crane's words fell, Steven, the "Angel of the Word", reflected one silver incandescent lightning bolt after another in his eyes.

They covered the entire ancient city of North, piercing through the darkness that enveloped the church, tearing apart all the depraved, hidden, dark, unclean, and evil.

In this, Crane and the gloomy Gelman Sparrow were at the heart of the thunderstorm, and they disintegrated and dissipated without a snort.

Then, the silver-white twisted and terrifying electric snake engulfed the surrounding area, engulfing the demon wolf statue and the "Angel of the Word" Stever.

With a dull roar, the ancient city of North completely collapsed, becoming a real ruin.

On the other side of the dry riverbed, Crane's historical projection rapidly blurred, and the ontology returned to the real world.

Immediately afterwards, Crane made a "flame jump" and distanced himself from the Norse Ruins, and in the process, he pulled out the paper figure several times and shook it into an "angel" to eliminate the traces.

The barren plain was dead again, and after a while, the ruins of the church shook, and Steper shook off the dust and stones, and slowly rose to his feet.

His all-white hair thinned out a little, and the dark clergyman's robes were in tatters.

The "Angel of the Word" left the ancient city of Norse in silence, discerning the direction and entering the depths of darkness.

Half a day later, a figure approached the ruins of the city-state from the other direction, and it was Klein, who had circled a large circle from a distance.

He hadn't had time to inspect the ancient city of Norse before, and he returned in the hope of finding clues to the true whereabouts of the original being.

Farther away, Klein repeats the process of going into the gray fog to look above, summoning historical projections, hiding in ancient fragments, and using historical projections to summon historical projections.

After completing the preparations, he set foot in North again, and in absolute silence, returned to the church where he had been.

Along the way, the corpses that fell to the ground were either reduced to ashes or left only a piece of charcoal, completely losing the sense of horror and weirdness.

"That guy named Steve isn't dead...... It seems that the remnants of the storm divine power here can also injure an angel......" Crane stopped at the ruins of the opened church and muttered to himself with a little regret.

Of course, he was just a little sorry that he didn't have the luxury of expecting to solve an angel so easily.

With a sweep of his gaze, Crane saw a few fragments of the Demon Wolf statue.

They are dark on the outside and dark red on the inside, unlike the usual stones.

"To be used by that dark demon wolf to carve his own gods, these stones are definitely not simple, and besides, they don't look like products from the neighborhood...... Perhaps by tracing their origins, we can find out where the Dark Demon Wolf hid before coming to the ancient city of North...... As a 'miracle master', or even a 'secret acolyte', the dark wolf must be good at erasing traces, and it is difficult to track his whereabouts directly, but if I can find out most of the places where he was hiding before, I can get a glimpse of his habits and styles......

"By grasping a person's past, you can predict his future!" Crane took two thoughtful steps forward, bending his back and trying to pick up a fragment of the statue.

At this moment, a blackened hand suddenly reached out and blocked his fingers.

Out of the corner of his eye, Crane saw a nearby charred corpse standing up at some point!

The charred corpse held a monocle carved from crystal in his other hand and placed it in his left eye.

Amun!Left Eye...... Klein's heart tightened at first, and then strong doubts and doubts immediately appeared.

In the next second, the scorched corpse smiled and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm wearing it in the wrong place. ”

As he spoke, he removed the monocle and moved it to his right eye.