Chapter 109: Trembling
Above the secret fog, on top of the dark spire, the angel of the night continues to play songs that no one listens to.
Under the mysterious fog, in his residence in the Ancient Kingdom of Night, Klein Moretti continued to avoid the witch's madness.
Far away in Backlund, Flora Jacob wandered in her dreams in a daze, holding an ancient feather pen in her hand, writing furiously on a piece of parchment that seemed to never be finished.
"Klein Moretti has come to the territory ruled by the Goddess of Night. Any outsider can only glimpse a small part of the secrets, and is powerless to interfere in the slightest."
"He teamed up with the messenger of the Aurora Society and staged a grand puppet show, successfully deceiving the Witch of Despair and obtaining the key prop for escape. But he still has to face the monstrous wrath of the demigod next..."
"Can he escape the demigod's pursuit?"
Klein snapped his fingers and jumped into another room.
"Bang!!"
Huge hailstones smashed the house above, and dark flames poured down from the cracks like a flood, roaring down.
He leaped sideways and turned over a large table, then kicked the table towards the flood of black flames, knocking the black flames like a flood and scattering them in all directions.
Another hailstone smashed through the sky, forcing Klein to somersault backwards.
"Crack."
The fire flashed past, and Klein flipped to the ground. He landed in the next house. Looking at the wall that was about to be blown apart by the hail, his noble and evil left hand
Countless flying building fragments were twisted in all directions, avoiding Klein's fragile body and smashing through countless ancient walls.
His figure was once again surrounded by flames and disappeared from the spot. Then a huge ice spear shot out and completely blew up the entire house.
Panatia was suspended in the air, holding two huge ice spears in her hands. She glanced over and directly threw the huge ice spears in her hands.
"boom!!"
A house exploded under this ice gun.
Even so, the residual power of the ice spear was still there. After blowing up the house, more explosions exploded behind the house, and exploded in a line along the direction of the ice spear, turning the entire block into ruins and leaving a long ice mark.
"Where are they? Where are they?!" Panatia was still furious. "Two thieves—"
"Get out of here!!"
The air grew colder at her rage, and more hail burst forth and struck the town in all directions.
A natural disaster came, huge hail poured down, and wherever it went, there was only destruction and ruin, only cold and death.
The roofs were shattered by the hail, the ground was riddled with holes under the bombardment, and large areas of potholes were scattered throughout the foggy town, with countless ruins and disasters throughout it.
Klein jumped up and disappeared in the flames. He landed in another house. He jumped up again and disappeared in the flames again.
Huge hailstones fell from the sky, smashing two houses in succession without stopping. Klein, who jumped into the third house, broke out in a cold sweat.
"Drink-drink--" He panted, obviously a little tired.
At this moment, his ears moved, he turned his head to look, and quickly put his hands in front of him to block the dark left hand in front of him, and leaped back.
"slow!!"
The walls of the room exploded, but the strong wind and flying debris caused by the explosion shot in front of Klein, but slowed down under the filthy demon language. Klein took the opportunity to disappear in the flames again.
"boom!!"
The debris began to accelerate, and this deserted
The house was blown apart from the side by the blast, collapsed with a loud bang, and turned into ruins.
The collapse stirred up a large cloud of dust, which was clearly visible even from several houses away. In front of a window where the dust could be seen, Klein
دnewcomer jumped out of the flames again.
"We can't go on like this," Klein looked at the outside world that had turned into a hell. "Even if we don't have to worry about the plague, if we want to get out of this sea of hail and fire, we'll either die or get injured."
"If Mr. A takes the opportunity to attack me, I can only pray to be resurrected above the gray fog.
Just then, he suddenly shuddered.
He looked up and his body began to tremble instinctively.
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable
'Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun...
respect
'Fushengxuanhuangtian
"Who is He? Why do I keep hearing this name?"
A being in the endless darkness asked this question.
No one could answer His questions.
'who I am?"
No one can answer this question.
I don't remember my name or my identity, it's as if I never owned any of those shares.
I don't remember how long I stayed in this darkness, and I don't remember how long I will stay in this darkness.
If I could, I hope I could stay here forever.
Yes, always stay in the darkness, stay in this darkness.
I know clearly that only this darkness can bring me peace for a moment. If this darkness becomes deeper, I will be afraid. If this darkness becomes thinner, I will no longer be myself.
'I am @#%...I am &*
'I am...I am...Fusheng Xuanhuangtian
Your Excellency....I am not Fusheng Xuanhuangtian
I opened my eyes wide and looked at my chair. I felt that I should sit on it, but for some reason, I didn't sit on it.
I can't help thinking, "Why can't I sleep well? Why can't I sleep forever?
"Wait a minute, there seems to be something on my chair?"
I looked carefully, at my chair, and at the things on the chair.
I don't remember when I left my seat, but I remember clearly that there was nothing on my seat when I left it.
"Did the servants forget to clean my chair?" I thought. "Servants? Do I have servants?"
'I think I have servants.
They are ordinary humans, extraordinary humans, my own humans, and my sister's humans.
kind.
[Sister]? Do I have a sister?
What do you mean? Why can't I remember it? This seems to be something quite important, why can't I remember it?"
"Why do I remember what [servant] is?
But I don't remember what "sister" means? Is it because "servant" is more important than "sister"? It seems not... but I just can't remember it.
"Forget it, I'd better look at my chair."
I looked at the chair, there was a foreign object there, only one foreign object, it looked ordinary, but also seemed extraordinary.
It was a flat, rectangular object, made of what seemed to be an odd material, but that apparently didn't matter.
This object depicts a human figure.
I have never seen this human being, or maybe I have but I have forgotten?
This human being wears a gorgeous headdress, colorful clothes, and carries a cane with luggage hanging on it, and seems to be about to go on a long journey.
His expression was full of longing, and there was a
Puppy, with words outlined by bright stars in the upper corner.
I've given up on you. I've given up on you.remember, I remember, I
I remembered who I am!!'
:
'I am--'
The words outlined on the rectangular object
A ray of light flashed across the sky.
"Sequence 0: The FoolmenusChapter 110: The Fool Arrives
On the church steeple in the foggy town, a person sitting on a platform with his eyes covered with a gorgeous eye mask raised his head.
"That [Desperate Witch] alarmed Him." He lowered his head again and looked at where Panatia was. "It's always like this."
"Whenever someone makes a big mess in this town
bad, He will temporarily come out of [Fool]
sober
Come here," He sighed, "Every time at this time, I have to strengthen the secrecy effect and isolate this place from the world."
"What a hassle," He sighed, "Luckily I don't have to be responsible for fixing this town."
"Honakis... Frege
"Honakis .... Frege
Inside the church, countless hanging secret dolls
He raised his head and kept repeating these two names.
Zaratul looked at these secret dolls and closed his eyes.
"Honakis... Frege
"He is coming," He repeated in a low voice. "He always comes."
"He walks on flowing waters, and the rivers forget that they should flow downwards."
"He walks on land whose forgetfulness should breed hope."
"He walked through the world, and his foolish deeds have been spread all over the world ever since."
"He is the faceless wise man," Pales said in the maze.
Somewhere in the foggy town, looking at the sky, "You are a masked fool."
"All miracles are due to Him, and all follies come from Him."
"The Fool has arrived."
"Honakis... Frege
"Honakis... Frege
Distant whispers came from the sky, omnipresent and omnipresent. They seemed far away in the horizon, yet seemed to be right in front of us.
In a room.
Klein's body was shaking, his face pale.
Bai, tried his best to cover his ears, at this moment he hated
You shall not tear off your ears.
He had never heard the sound of whispering so clearly.
In another room.
Mr. A knelt in front of an inverted cross and kowtowed madly until his head was broken and bleeding.
Even so, he convulsed under the muttering, as if he was in torture.
Above the sky.
Panatia's movements were completely frozen.
A terrible chill seeped into her marrow, so terrible that even as a demigod, she trembled constantly.
Her hands and feet were cold, her eyes were swollen, and she couldn't suppress her trembling. She could only continue to swell in silence.
swell.
Her anger had long since died out, even the slightest trace of
Not even a spark could be ignited, and even the root pain brought about by the conflict of extraordinary characteristics disappeared in this chill and fear.
She felt an emotion, an ancient emotion, so ancient and primitive, so primitive and barbaric.
Desolation, perhaps it is the oldest emotion of mankind.
Fear]. The oldest emotion of mankind is fear.
Fear of the [huge] due to being small, fear of the [unknown] due to being ignorant, fear of the [madness] due to being rational.
Sweat dripped down her forehead,
It slowly slid down the pure white cheek, across the rosy and lovely mouth, and across the perfectly curved chin.
Sweat drips down, dripping onto the broken ground
A tiny amount of water with a slight salty taste splashed on the
flower.
She knelt on the ground, and her knees made aprofusely, she covered her head and looked around in fear.
It was as if the whole world was talking to her, as if the whole world was rejecting her. She was like a stranger, walking into a foreign country, into endless cold stares and pointing fingers.
And she could distinguish the content of every instruction and the words in every speech————————
"Honakis...Honakis...Honakis
"Frege...Frege
She covered her ears with all her might, raised her head with difficulty, and looked at the foggy sky.
She saw nothing and felt nothing, but she could hear, and she knew clearly that a terrifying presence was looking at her.
More powerful than any saint of the Witch Sect, more powerful than any angel of the Witch Sect, and even more powerful than Judith, the daughter of God of the Original Witch.
In a trance, she remembered a concept once mentioned by [Son of Ink] Bora Kash, that is, the concept of being more powerful than any angel and closer to the true God than anyone else.
[King of Angels].
She wanted to speak, but no words came out, as if her throat and tongue betrayed her. She wanted to summon ice and spider silk for defense, but her body had no strength to do so.
In a trance, she saw her entire body, but she didn't have eyes with such a full view.
She looked out of the corner of her eye and found that she was no longer in the foggy town, at least not in the conventional sense.
This is the mirror world of that small town.
She became the [person in the mirror]. No, she did not become the [person in the mirror], but her [person in the mirror] was looking at her.
Because her own eyes no longer belong to her, her last vision and last light in this world is only the "man in the mirror" who is about to die with her.
"You have come to this day, Panatia?" The male [Man in the Mirror] smiled and shook his head. "It's a pity that I have to be buried with you. If possible, I hope to kill you with my own hands."
"But it doesn't matter. At least, I can watch you die in front of me. That's enough, isn't it?"
"No!!!!!"
She screamed silently, but her mouth didn't open at all, and the person in her mirror didn't move at all.
No, there is. Her body in the foggy town opened her lifeless eyes and opened her mouth that did not open against Panatia's will.
"My wish is that everything in this town be completely restored."
The fog shook.
Gold and wood, earth and stone, floating in the air
In the middle, they all returned to where they were supposed to be.
square.
The earth, which was smashed into pieces, was wriggling to repair itself; the fragments of the broken houses were seamlessly pieced back to their original places.
Ten seconds passed, and the town returned to peace and tranquility.
The mill was still grinding flour without anyone pushing or pulling it, and the fireplace was burning warmly without firewood.
It was as if there had never been a witch named Panatia in the world, and there had never been a Sequence 4 Demi-Saint.
Panatia's body also walked towards the dark church in a daze, one step, two steps
Klein and Mr. A walked out of their hiding place carefully and followed Panatia silently, approaching the dark church step by step.
They saw Panatia enter the church
The hall floated into the air and joined the countless hanging dried corpses, as if she had never left.
"Honakis... Frege
Panatia's confused voice came out, and the countless hanging mummies beside him seemed to be
As if welcoming a new companion, they began to eat like a chorus.
دHonakis.....
Frege
"Honakis... Frege
"Honakis...Frege"
Chapter 111 Death Fight
Mr. A remained silent in front of Panatia's body, then he turned his head to Klein.
"It's our turn, blasphemers." Mr. A, "It's time for our battle to come to an end."
"I thought we were allies now," Klein turned to look at Mr. A, "Don't you want to leave here and serve Ouroboros?"
"Yes, very much," Mr. A nodded, "but I suddenly realized something, so I have no choice but to end things with you first."
"Oh?" Klein looked at Mr. A. "What's the matter?"
"I recognized you. You are the one who broke into the Lord's Advent Ceremony, right?" Mr. A looked at Klein. "Twice. You have disrupted the Lord's Ceremony twice."
"The ceremony I prepared for the Lord was interrupted by you twice," he said seriously, "and now, I meet you again."
"This is the fate that the Lord has arranged for me." His eyes flashed with enthusiasm, "Between you and me, there is bound to be a winner and a loser, and there is bound to be an ending."
"Since this is the fate that the Lord has arranged for me, let's have a fair fight," Mr. A stared at Klein, "like the knights of ancient times."
At this point, Mr. A couldn't help but smile.
"It just so happens that our Sequence 4 of the Secret Prayer is called the Black Knight."
"We are both weakened by the attack of Lady Despair," Klein reminded, "If you want a duel, this duel is not fair."
"Can't Zaratul pull things out of history? Let him help us solve this problem," Mr. A said without hesitation, "Whatever His purpose is, He will soon achieve it."
"Anyway, He only needs one of us. It won't hurt Him to watch one more show."
"I believe in the true God who created everything, the supreme and great [True Creator]," Mr. A looked at Klein, "Tell me, who do you believe in?"
"After Lanevus died, didn't you offer a large reward to find his followers?" Klein hinted. This was mainly to prevent Zaratul from knowing his secrets. "It is far away, but it is right before our eyes."
"I see." Mr. A immediately understood what Klein meant. "What a perfect fate."
"I never thought that one day I would have a fair face-to-face duel with the crazy followers of the True Creator, just like those ancient martial artists in my previous life."
"In the files of the Night Watchers, the followers of the True Creator are the embodiment of fanaticism and madness. Each of them is an unforgivable sinner. I also call that god the Fallen Creator in the Tarot Club."
"But I never thought that the crazy and fanatical Mr. A would also pursue a fair fight, as if he were really a knight."
"Is he acting in advance? Acting as the [Black Knight] in advance so that he can better digest the potion after being promoted?"
"No, it shouldn't be. Maybe there is a certain element of pre-acting involved, but this is definitely not the main purpose of his proposing a duel." Klein clenched his dark left hand.
"He simply believed that the god he believed in had arranged a fateful duel for him."
Mr. A's face became as beautiful as a woman's, and a long sword of ice appeared in his hand.
gun.
"He walked towards his own destiny."
The icy spear slashed at the magma sword, white steam burst out, and the sword flashed, sweeping away the ice spear and the red sword.
He took a step back due to the collision, and swept his sword backwards in response to the collision. Klein raised his sword again, slashing at the spear that was swinging at him, and at the white mist created by the collision.
The white mist flew apart, cut in all directions by the swinging of the spear and sword. The sword and the spear collided, and with each collision, white mist rushed out again and again.
Horizontal chopping, vertical chopping, diagonal chopping, and straight stabbingpierced a corner of the magma sword, but failed to hit Klein's head as he dodged to the left in time.
He exerted force suddenly, swung the sword upward in a semicircle, pressed it to the ground on the right side, spun his body, and swept away with his left foot.
"bump!!"
A dull sound of flesh collision came from Mr. A's blocked left forearm. He was forced to slide to the right due to the blow, and took advantage of the opportunity to grab Klein's left foot, waved his hand and lifted it up, and suddenly fell down!
The imagined heavy smashing sound did not occur, and the light paper man slowly floated down. Mr. A raised his head and looked around, his pupils looking around.
He saw something emitting dense threads.
Then, the thing disappeared.
"The real body? No, it's a puppet. He scanned the surroundings with the eyes of the [Puppet Master]. "There is no fire, only a mirror."
"It's the [Ghost] secret doll." His eyes looked to the other side, and a dark shadow was wrapped around the ice spear.
"Here!!"
The shadow shot out with a slash and hit the building nearby. The materialized shadow stabbed into it, piercing through the walls and buildings, and hit Klein directly in the face.
Klein dodged to the side, letting the shadow pass by. The wall broke open, and several more shadows shot out.
Klein dodged left and right, repeatedly dodging the shadow spears that burst out. Another shadow burst came, and he suddenly raised his noble and evil left hand.
With a wave of his left hand, the shadow that was shooting towards him was [distorted] and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The outline of the bleeding admiral suddenly appeared in Mr. A's eyes, quickly drawn on his left eye.
Seeing this, his muscles suddenly swelled up and expanded into a huge demon. Even if Senior's figure was completed, it was difficult to suppress the demon's strange power with the power of [Possession].
He forcibly broke through the possession of the evil spirit, exerted force with both feet, and suddenly jumped up. The huge demon rushed over, and the huge right fist suddenly attacked - "Bang!!!"
The room exploded under the giant fist, and the huge fist shattered the entire house, but there was no one in the house, only embers floating on it.
Klein's figure appeared in front of Mr. A.
Next to him, there was a piece of bread in his hand.
"Bang."
The air bullet carrying the bread was shot at Mr. A and exploded on his back.
"Bang bang bang bang------"
Air bullets shot out like raindrops and exploded on Mr. A's body. Then, a big hand swept over and cleared away all the remaining air bullets.
Mr. A turned around and glared at Klein, roaring in filthy demonic language———— "Degenerate!!"
The dark mud spread like a tide, covering a large area of land in an instant.
The abyss mud covered an apple, and the apple exploded quickly, as if a bomb was installed inside. The black abyss spread and rushed to Klein's feet at an unstoppable speed.
The white paper figure was quickly stained black by the abyss and exploded. Klein, who appeared not far away, also spat out a mouthful of blood, obviously feeling very uncomfortable.
Although he dodged the fatal move, he was unable to completely avoid the range-based [Degradation] even with his Stand's ability.
Fortunately, the bread [bribed] Mr. A, so the power of this trick was not that great.
A dark shadow pressed forward, and a terrifying heavy punch accompanied by wind pressure came straight at him, smashing Klein's head and turning him into a flat paper man.
"slow!!"
Klein also uttered filthy demonic language. Mr. A's body suddenly froze. A faint blue light lit up, and three sulfur fireballs rushed towards him.
Door.
"boom!!!"
The explosion raised a large cloud of dust, which enveloped Mr. A's body. The dust spread and obscured Klein's vision.
"Bang!"The air bullet blasted through the smoke and dust, creating a huge hole.
"Bang bang bang bang bang——"
Countless holes exploded in the smoke and dust, and invisible bullets blasted into the smoke and dust one after another.
A mere fireball obviously couldn't kill Mr. A. Klein wouldn't make such a mistake.
Suddenly, a vertical hole appeared in the smoke. Klein widened his eyes and dodged it.
"Rip, snap, snap..."
A cut was made on the hard stone ground, a strong wind blew, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Mr. A appeared again.
He pressed down hard with his left hand, and countless wind blades flew out, heading straight for Klein.
Klein dodged left and right, and wind blades kept flashing past his side, making it increasingly difficult to dodge.
"Crack."
There was a flash of fire, and Klein disappeared in the fire. The wind blades whistled, and the flames were shattered by the strong wind and suddenly extinguished.
Mr. A raised his head and looked around. Suddenly, his right hand shot up and twisted his neck.
The blue light of the sulfur fireball flashed and blew him into the house in front of him. Countless air bullets followed one after another, and more sulfur fireballs exploded throughout the house.
The blast rushed out, shattering every piece of glass in the entire house, temporarily stopping the attack, and the left hand glove was stained with a dark green color.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Countless bats exploded out of the room, along with countless streams of shadows on the ground.
The shadow shot out countless sharp spikes, and the bat flapped its wings, swooped down, and bit straight at it.
A cold wind blew.
The sharp thorns of shadow were stained with white frost and gradually became rigid. The bats were frozen in ice and snow and lost their ferocity.
"H---" Klein couldn't help but sneeze in the cold wind.
This is not caused by freezing, but a plague from the witch!!Chapter 112: The Sinner
"It was at the very beginning!!" Klein recalled Mr. A's initial witch appearance, "The plague that was spread at that time!!!
"Fortunately, I already had... sneeze
"No?! How could my condition be more serious than expected? Could it be that… it's a [distortion]!!"
Just as Klein was about to switch his herding target and [distort] his condition again, a huge column of light descended from the sky.
"boom!!!"
The beam of light blasted a deep pit in the ground, and smoke and dust scattered in all directions, covering everything along the way.
This is not the sacred light of the [Priest of Light], but the pillar of starlight from the [Astrologer], which is exactly Cattleya's specialty.
Klein used up another paper figure and appeared to the side.
"Another stand-in! Let's see how many stand-ins you have!!" Mr. A turned another page, raised his hand, and turned his wrist————
He immediately grabbed a handful of paper figures.
Klein's face changed, and then he straightened up again.
"That's a lot," Mr. A tore them all off casually, "You should have some more, right?"
"Come again!!"
He twisted his wrist again and grabbed out a pile of papers again.
But this time, the piece of paper he pulled out was not a paper man, but a pile of tarot cards.
The tarot cards suddenly burst into flames, leaving only the last card intact.
That's a Temperance card.
An illusory arm stretched out from the ground and grabbed Mr. A.
A terrifying scream came from that mirror-like face.
It burst out from the Tarot cards and blasted Mr. A away like a cannon.
With blood flowing from all his seven orifices and his spirit in turmoil, Mr. A's figure smashed through the walls.
His pupils shrank and his body turned in mid-air.
He fell forward, landed on the ground with both feet, and stopped himself from flying backwards.
The figure of Senior appeared in his eyes again. He stretched out his right hand, wiped his cheek, and flicked it casually.
Senior's figure was immediately [distorted]
To the mirror beside.
Put your hands together and pull left and right. Mr. A pulls
He took out an ice spear, grasped it, and casually threw out a few stick flowers, with materialized shadows entwined around them.
The flying stick flowers swung open invisible
Bullets were shot out one by one, hitting everywhere indiscriminately.
Walls, tables, chairs, food...one by one
Objects were knocked to the ground by the air bullets, and holes were made in each object by the air bullets.
The cold air spread, and the figure of [Admiral of Blood] flashed in it. A huge ice spike broke through the ground and pierced Mr. A directly.
In response, Mr. A tensed his muscles and slashed upwards suddenly, sending a dark shadow flying out.
The shadow hit the ice spike, instantly causing ice chips to explode all over the sky. Ice mist floated, and the broken ice spike broke through the shadow and continued to fly out.
Blood and flesh surged, and Mr. A's body turned into
A pool of wriggling flesh and blood swirled around the ice spikes.
It struck, and instantly crossed a long distance and arrived in front of Klein, as if the distance was [disrupted].
The flesh and blood turned into a giant membrane and rushed towards Klein, wrapping him tightly in an instant.
A large piece of bone instantly grew between the giant membrane of flesh and blood.
The thorn pierced the creature inside the membrane, and in an instant, blood and flesh surged again, turning back into Mr. A.
appearance.
He casually threw away the pierced paper man, and several flesh bombs condensed in his hand, staring in one direction.
"If you can dodge it, then try it!!" He swung his hand violently and threw out a flesh-and-blood bomb, "Let me see how you can dodge this!!"
The scarlet bomb flew towards Klein and exploded with a loud bang.
The paper man fell, and Klein appeared in front of another bomb, his eyes wide open——————————
"boom!!!"
Yuegong Ancient Flower Oil Sichuan estimated timely
Even though Klein raised his hand to block it in time, his internal organs still ached. He flew backwards and hit the wall.
"After fighting for so long, I have already seen through the displacement limit of your Stand!!" An illusory book appeared in Mr. A's hand, "I have already calculated where you will move to!!"
"Disappear!" He suddenly raised the book.
A huge scream erupted, cracking the surrounding houses. The destructive scream mixed with dust poured directly into Klein's mind.
Klein once again turned into a paper figure and appeared to the side. Even with a substitute to block him, he still spat out a mouthful of blood.
The shadow came to life, stood up from the ground, and turned into countless sharp spears, stabbing fiercely.
"Crack."
With a flash of fire, Klein disappeared from the spot and appeared next to Mr. A.
It was as if the landing point of his [Flame Jump] was [distorted].
Mr. A suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Klein's throat, and lifted him up. The shadow came alive and tightly wrapped around his left glove, preventing him from using the magical item.
"I won, [Master of Secret Dolls]," his empty left hand turned into a bone knife, "I will escape from here!!"
"No, you're wrong." Klein smiled faintly, "I won."
The man he was strangling with his right hand raised his hand and grasped his right hand tightly. His figure floated and no longer looked like German Sparrow, but that of another person.
[Blood Admiral]Senior!!
"slow!!"
The real Klein appeared beside Mr. A. Before Mr. A could react, his body was frozen by the filthy demon language and he could not move.
A terrifying scream erupted at zero distance, spreading out with Mr. A as the center.
This was Senior's full-strength attack, and it was exactly the same as the one he used to block Panatia. The force was so great that it directly shattered the small building behind Mr. A.
Mr. A vomited blood, screamed, and fell down weakly.
"This is impossible..." He still hadn't lost consciousness. "How could this be possible?
In fact, if it was just the screams of the resentful spirits, he could use the seven souls in his body as a shield to protect his spiritual body, but [Filthy Words-Slow] directly stopped his attempt.
"You cheated, you desecrated the sacred duel... Zaratul did not take back your ability to switch places with the marionette...
"No, He has taken back that power," Klein said.
He took the [Creeping Hunger] from the puppet and put it on his left hand. "I didn't cheat either."
Ahhh the protagonist died because he talked too much
"I just took advantage of your mindset." [Creeping Hunger] turned dark, "Didn't you notice? Ahem... I haven't used the ability of this glove since you were knocked away by the Wrathful Scream for the first time."
Mr. A's eyes widened.
"I did use frost, but the power came from the [Wrathful Soul] puppet, not the [Zombies] I herded. Ahem... Klein pulled out a lava sword, "From the moment you were knocked away, I gave the magical item to the puppet to use."
"I used [Illusion] to disguise the secret doll as myself, and even used illusion to wrap the [Spirit Thread]."
"Then I continued to fight you with my real body.
You...cough cough cough...suppressed me until the very end, when I used [Flame Leap], and I finally found my chance."
"Actually, I didn't use [Flame] at that time.
[Jump]," Klein raised his greatsword, "I actually used the paper man as a substitute. I just lit two flames, one of which was used to burn the paper man."
Song "The Secret Doll used [Mirror Flash] and [Twist] to jump to the location where I lit the second flame. Although the location was [distorted] by you for the second time, fortunately,
The secret doll finally got there."
"I see... Mr. A closed his eyes, "I finally...
"Still can't finish it, my Lord arranged for me
دchopped down and pierced deeply into Mr. A's body.
Flames burst out from his seven orifices, burning his flesh and blood.
Bishop Rose's instincts kept activating [Flesh and Blood Magic], trying to regenerate Mr. A's body, but the dark blue sulfur fireball immediately interrupted the process.
The huge explosion shattered his body, and the violent flames continued to burn, exceeding the upper limit of flesh and blood magic.
His vision gradually blurred, then darkened red, and his consciousness gradually faded.
"Saint, there is something I don't understand." On a rainy night long ago, Mr. A, who had just become the [Rose Bishop], knelt on one knee in front of the Dark Saint.
"The Holy Scriptures clearly say that the Lord stands on the glorious cross and created all living beings and everything with infinite and great blessed light."
"But why when I listened to the divine revelation, the Lord I saw was hanging upside down on a dull bronze cross? And why was the light around Him dark red?"
"The reason is very simple," the Dark Saint said gently to the man who was about to become a divine messenger, "Do you still remember the Lord's full name?"
"Of course I remember," the Rose Bishop who was about to bear the name of [A] nodded, "The Lord who created everything, the master behind the veil of shadows, the fallen self of all living beings, the king of ravings and contamination, the almighty [True Creator]."
"Wrong," the Dark Saint smiled and shook his head, "In fact, from a certain perspective, this name is still incomplete."
"It should be complete with a few more sentences," the Dark Saint said slowly in Loenese, "The master of the spiritual world, weaving the void of all things.
".........The Emperor of the sea and sky, the tyrant of storms and natural disasters, the embodiment of justice and order, the eternal sun, the White Tower of wisdom and knowledge, the great king who knows everything!"
"Only with these names is the Lord complete."
"But aren't those the honorable names of [Lord of Storms], [Eternal Blazing Sun], and [God of Knowledge and Wisdom]?" Mr. A asked doubtfully, "Could it be that those false gods have stolen the Lord's authority?"
"That's right," the Dark Saint nodded with satisfaction, "That's why we, the Secret Prayers, can exchange our paths with the Light Prayers, Sailors, Readers, and Audiences."
"The Lord's incompleteness is due to the unprecedented betrayal. Because of this, the Lord is no longer complete, but incomplete. However, even so, the Lord still forgives the sins of all living beings. Therefore, He hangs upside down on the cross to forgive the sins of all living beings."
"Since you are about to bear the name of [A], you must remember...
Mr. A opened his heavy eyes, and no one could hear the holy words he repeated.
Those were the holy words he heard from the Dark Saint when he had just become a messenger of God.
"We are believers of the Lord, carrying the Lord's sins," his vision gradually blurred, "we pray devoutly and kneel before the inverted cross."
"We pray, we hope, we repent... we weep beneath the inverted cross."
"We are guilty, we are deeply guilty, we repent...we know that no one can forgive our grave sins."
"We are innocent, we have no regrets, we confess
Repent...We share the deep sins of gods and all living beings."
"Lord........Mr. A closed his eyes completely, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I couldn't fulfill the destiny you arranged for me..."Chapter 113 Destiny
'In my previous life, I sometimes fancied myself as a favored one by fate.'
Klein raised his left hand and [herded] Mr. A's soul.
Infinite grazing is a bug.
'I dreamed that I was walking in a foreign land, traveling through the golden fields on that foreign continent.'
'I dreamed that I was walking through the jagged mountains and seeing a giant dragon flying in the misty mountains.'
"My fantasy became reality at the cost of all the reality I knew; my dream became reality at the cost of all the reality in my life."
I have never forgotten that day——————
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun, Fusheng Xuanhuang God, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
That was the day when I chanted the name of the great being for the first time, and it was also the day when I left my previous life. At that time, I just regarded it as entertainment and superstition, and chanted the name of a great being lightly.
I never knew that the words would have such a heavy weight...
Klein walked towards the dark church, his body shaking due to his injuries.
"There are many special people in this world who can always do things that others can't do, like me and you."
When Leonard Mitchell said that, I thought he was so arrogant and so narcissistic.
But I was not as calm as I thought I was, nor as brave as I appeared to be. Now when I think back to that day, I was so scared and trembling inside.
That day, Leonard Mitchell's dark green pupils were so deep and mysterious. An unknown and powerful existence lived in the depths of those dark green pupils and peeked into my biggest secret.
If he considers me a threat and the Parasite considers me a delicacy, can I continue to rely on the power of the unknown gray fog?
Maybe not? Amon's eyes can see
Through the crimson star, he saw the Fool within the gray fog. Even if Pales Zoroast couldn't see through the crimson star, he would definitely be able to detect a corner of the gray fog.
Perhaps at that time, I was only one step away from death, but I knew nothing about it and was ignorant of it.
Perhaps, this is also a kind of luck? I knew nothing about Leonard Mitchell's secret, and because of this, I was protected by ignorance and survived the trap.
Ignorance is the bliss of the ignorant, erudition is the original sin of the learned, and the extraordinary and mysterious are destined to disobey the hymn of the explorer.
"We are the guardians, but also a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness."
Dunn Smith in front of Old Neil's corpse
As I said before, I just felt my blood was so cold.
Old Neil is a Nightwatchman, a
A senior Nightwatchman, he has seen so many evil people, so much horror and madness,
Why did he succumb to the whispers of the Sage?
Why couldn't he see through the lies and sneers behind those whispers?
Human eyes cannot peek into God; human personality cannot peek into God; therefore, humans cannot believe in an unknown God.
He must know all this, Old Neil must be clear about all this, just as he has never forgotten the motto of the secret peeper————
Do whatever you want, but don't hurt.
Why is he still obsessed with that whisper?
No, he knew, he always knew,
Perhaps the will of the Hidden Sage blinded his eyes, but compared to the lies of the Hidden Sage, the thing called love is even darker and more opaque.
The emotion called "missing" drove him to
crazy.
Will I do the same?
I asked in my mind.
I stood in front of Old Neil's body for a long time.
Can't look away for a long time.Will I also go crazy and die because of [missing] the past?
"Everyone will die, including me."
The handwriting of Klein Moretti has been indelible in my mind ever since.
"This is a symbol of escape," Zaratul said with a smile as he looked at the seriously injured Klein, "Don't forget my urn."
"We saved Tingen."
Dunn Smith's figure fell backwards, and his hot red heart stopped beating in the urn.
My mind was blank. When the guardian fell to the ground, a thought flashed through my blank mind.
"What kind of greatness am I? What kind of fool am I?"
"I couldn't even protect the captain who was the best to us."
I am the mysterious master in front of [Justice] and [The Hanged Man], and I am the king of yellow and black in the eyes of [The Sun].
I am the Fool who does not belong to this era. I am the one who took away Klein Moretti's life.
I am the older brother of Melissa Moretti and the younger brother of Benson Moretti.
I am not the mysterious master above the gray fog. I just sit on a throne that does not belong to me.
I am not the Yellow and Black King who holds good luck. I can only chant the name of Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tian Zun.
I am not a patient who does not belong to this era, I am just a poor wretch who does not belong to this era.
I am not Melissa Moretti's brother,
I am not Benson Moretti's brother, I just stole Klein Moretti's identity and name.
My vision gradually blurred, and Ince Zangwill's hand pierced through my chest. The last thought I remembered was...
"If someone else travels through time and space into this body, I hope that this time, it will be Klein Moretti who replaces Zhou Mingrui...
The symbol was drawn, and Zaratul's ashes disappeared.
Instinct made him close his eyes, and in the last scene that his vision captured, a tarot card was lying quietly at the bottom of the old chair.
"Fool." The fortune teller read out the card softly.
cards, his gray-blue eyes looked at Zhou Mingrui steadily.
At that time, I only thought that before me, there was another being who came through and brought
It is not a feature of this era.
I never thought that I would use that
The name of the tarot card gave me a name.
Will Ausigny, you saw this coming.
Is that right? As one of the two people at the top of the [Destiny] path, have you ever seen how my destiny has changed?
[Fate Snake]Oh, tell me, [Fate
What exactly is luck?
Is it my luck that I am not hunted by Pales Zoroast?
This is the last thing Klein Moretti wrote.
[last words]?
It was what Dunn Smith died for.
Responsible]?
Is this the "Cause and Effect" written by 0-08?
It was the amateur fortune teller who chose for me
of
[Fool]?
The tarot card also has Russell
Gustav, the great emperor, wearing a gorgeous headdress, colorful clothes, and carrying a cane with luggage hanging on it, seems to be going on a long journey.
His expression was full of longing, and there was a
Puppy, with words outlined by bright stars in the upper corner.
"Sequence 0: [Fool]."