Although there was no concept of temperature in the "Hall of Honesty", Crane listened to it with a cold and hot sound, and wanted to defend himself, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say

After a few seconds of silent staring into Adam's eyes, clear enough to reflect his figure, Crane spoke with a little difficulty:

"I accept......

"But I'm going to try to reduce the damage of the war as long as I'm alive. ”

He paused for a moment, then asked in a deep voice:

"That's the price you put on your gift?

"When a certain ascetic here said your real name, you noticed this travelogue and secretly arranged it?"

Adam, dressed in a simple white robe, did not respond, but walked to the mural on the left, stopped in front of one of them, and tilted his head slightly, quietly admiring.

On that mural, a parchment-bound book flew up into the clouds, into the stars, and fell into a giant claw.

After looking at it for a while, Adam said in a warm voice:

"You can go. ”

Crane suddenly felt that he was being ostracized by the Hall of Honesty, the "City of Miracles", and the collective subconscious ocean of the world in the book, and he involuntarily floated up and flew out.

In the process, he saw Adam return to the front of the row of black seats, holding the silver cross pendant, closing his eyes, and praying reverently to the large, vague figure.

Outside the ocean of the collective subconscious, an illusory door appeared silently, standing in mid-air, leading to the outside.

In the book, the world also begins to ostracize Klein, "squeezing" him out of the open door.

Suddenly, Crane returned to the real world, back to the gray mist, in a state where he was about to enter the hole of history.

Unlike just now, he was no longer locked by the vortex formed by countless transparent worms, and the "Grossell's Travels" wrapped in almost invisible slippery tentacles shook lightly and disappeared into thin air.

Unable to worry about being distressed, Crane made a choice almost instinctively in the midst of his thoughts.

He leapt into the gray mist from the other direction, hiding in a shattered speck of light, the so-called historical porture.

In the next second, Klein began to regret it, because Zaratul's slippery and terrifying tentacles extended in the gray mist, and the countless transparent worms no longer formed a rotating vortex, disintegrating into a tide, surging towards him.

Zarathu can actually fight in the pores of history!

This is the same way that the high ones suppress the low ones.

The demigods who are best at dealing with the "soothsayer" path are always the demigods of the same path whose sequence is higher than his.

Klein did not hesitate, just like when he was promoted, "rushing" in patches of light, fleeing towards the depths of the fog of history.

The collapse of the secret mausoleum, the air raid on Beckland, and the Great Smog tragedy flew backwards one after another, but the premonition of danger in Klein's heart not only did not weaken, but also strengthened a lot.

He had even "seen" the rich shadows getting closer and closer, beginning to cover himself.

It's the tide of transparent worms and slippery tentacles!

Crane ran desperately, chanting the name of the "Goddess of the Night" in the Giant language in his heart, hoping to be rescued, which was the only thing he had left to do, and it was the only existence that could save him at the moment.

Of course, if he knew Amun's honorific name, he would definitely try to provoke this "blasphemer" on his own initiative.

Muddy the situation, and he has a chance of surviving.

As Russell's claim to the Emperor, the improvement of the steam engine, the War of the Oath, the War of the White Roses, and the Twenty Years' War flashed one by one, Klein found that his body was "covered" by shadows more and more, and his consciousness gradually slowed down, and he had a feeling that he was being manipulated in the "spirit thread".

At this moment, out of the various spots of light in the gray mist, a series of Fugen's dogs rushed out.

They are covered in jet-black short hair, dark red flames burn in their eye sockets, and the corners of their mouths extend to the back of their heads.

The group of monster-like "Source Fort Keepers" crossed Klein and rushed behind him.

Klein's consciousness suddenly regained consciousness.

He scolded himself, his eyes were slightly red, his vision was blurred, and he continued to "run" from the "Fifth Age" to the "Fourth Age" and from the "Fourth Age" to the "Third Age."

The huge tidal shadow behind him paused for a few seconds, then continued to swarm toward Crane as if nothing had happened, drowning the holes in history he had passed.

Klein was not stingy with spirituality at all, and desperately "ran" in the fog of history with the help of his own light spots, running from the "Third Age" to the "Second Age", running into a lone fragment of light, surrounded by withered and decaying forests and normal-sized tombs.

This is the history of the giant king Ormir who buried his parents.

And the "tide" of Zarathu's ontology does not seem to know enough about these pasts, and I don't know which era I stayed in, and I couldn't catch up.

At this time, Klein's spirituality was close to exhaustion, and in the fog of history, he could only borrow strength from the gap where he was now, and it was clear that there was no past for him.

And when his spirituality is exhausted, he will have to break out of the fog of history and return to the real world, when the time comes, he will face Zarathu again.

Call...... Crane let out a sigh and pulled out another paper crane, snapping his fingers and setting it on fire.

However, he waited a few seconds before Will Unsetin, the "Serpent of Fate", appeared.

In the pores of history, you can't use the ordinary paper crane to connect with Will...... Why hasn't Amon shown up yet...... In a flash of thought, Klein could only chant again in the language of giants:

"Exalted above the stars, older than eternity, the goddess of the night, thou art the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets, the Empress of Doom and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence......"

After a few more seconds, Klein suddenly got an inspiration, and without hesitation, he broke out of the fog of history and returned to the real world.

As soon as his figure was sketched, the "Spirit Thread" floated into the air, being grasped by a slippery and transparent tentacle.

On the opposite side of him, another figure stood out at the same time.

It was Arianna, the barefoot ascetic leader in linen robes.

According to Crane's ability, the angelic historical projection he summoned must have disappeared by now, so there is no doubt that the one who came is the essence.

The abbot of the Dark Night Monastery glanced at Crane and instantly made him disappear under Zarathu's tentacles.

Crane entered the hidden world of Arianna, a monastery of ancient buildings in the dark of night, with a large, holy red moon hanging high in the air.

Based on the experience of previous cooperation, Crane immediately used "teleportation" to flash into the red moon and escape from this hidden world from another place.

After returning to reality, Klein had already distanced himself from Zarathu, so he did not hesitate to leave directly with the help of "travel", and Arianna, who briefly blocked Zarathu, followed into a state of secrecy and escaped from the battle.

Thundered!

A terrifying thunder rang out, and the transparent tentacles that tried to reach for Crane's vanishing position retracted violently, disappearing with the main body.

Crane, who had "teleported" to the sea, didn't care about borrowing power from his past self, so he preemptively summoned a paper figure from the hole in history and shook his wrist.

- Most of his belongings were destroyed when they were turned into "bookmarks", and the puppet Chunas and the puppet Enyuni don't know where they were lost, although they may have evaporated in the light of the Angel of Light.

Syllable!

The paper figure ignited a crimson flame and sprang into an illusory angel with layers of wings on its back, enveloping Crane and erasing its traces.

Then, Crane turned on Teleport again and left the place.

............

At that secret mausoleum in East Chestershire, William Augustus I and Bernadette, the "Queen of Mysteries", sensed the fall of George III either through a change of order or through their own prophecies.

The latter didn't stay any longer, and his body suddenly separated like a bunch of soap bubbles that refracted light, scattered in all directions, and shattered one after another.

William Augustus I was not in the mood to stop or catch up, but it was not so painful.

............

Klein made a big circle, and after erasing the traces with the "Angel's Embrace" three times, he quietly returned to Beckland, which was probably the safest place at the moment.

He didn't go back to the house he had rented before, but went straight to a hotel in the Beckland Bridge area and opened a room.

Of course, he did not forget to make certain changes to his appearance, height, temperament and characteristics.

He became more and more ordinary, ordinary, and unnoticed.

After entering the room, Klein endured mental exhaustion and physical trauma, began to recite the honorific name of the sea god Kavituwa, and prepared to take four steps backwards to the gray mist, using the "true vision" and the real "angel embrace" to confirm the environment and eliminate hidden dangers.

Fortunately, Zarathu should have signed a pact with George III and could not leave the guard's mausoleum at will, otherwise I would have probably become his secret mate in that scuffle...... The appearance of Him and the "iniquity" of S'ea exceeded my expectations...... Crane breathed a sigh of relief, took a counterclockwise step, opened his mouth, and read in Chinese:

"Fusheng ......"

Suddenly, Crane's body trembled, his voice stopped abruptly, and his whole body froze in place.

In his sight, there was a figure on the chair on the side of the full-length mirror in the room, of medium stature, male, younger, wearing a dark jacket and tweed trousers, a mixed race of Rune and Byron.

This is Klein's previous lost secret mate, "Winner" Nyuni.

Facing Klein's eyes, which could no longer be turned, Enyuni smiled and said:

"Don't litter the puppet, they'll be tracked. ”

As he spoke, he slowly stood up, took out a monocle made of crystal from his coat pocket, and slowly slipped it into his right eye.

(End of Part 5)

PS: The fifth part is summarized in the early morning, by the way, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass, and also, don't waste the monthly pass on the last day of November~