Mystery: Paradox Path

The alternation of day and night in the ruins of the battle of gods always seemed extraordinarily abrupt, and the communication between Snow and Bernadette became intermittent. Apart from the fact that Bernadette would come to eat the fresh food offered by Snow’s believers every day, the two Do your own thing tacitly.

Compared with Bernadette's observation of Klein, he is more interested in studying Anderson, who is entangled by bad luck.

However, as far as the current conclusion is concerned, Anderson is only polluted by the residual power of the breath on the murals. If he wants to rely on this pollution to trace Ouroreus, it is still possible to replace Klein, but for himself, unless Find the real thing directly.

But if you ask Zhenzao, you don't need the help of bad luck.

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Noon and night alternated again, Klein quickly regained his sobriety and reason in the dream, and opened his eyes to look around.

His field of vision was pitch black and nothing.

"I'm not going to be blind, right?" Klein appeared so many years in a conditioned reflex, and then put his hand into his pocket and took out a box of matches.

The firelight ignited the scene in front of Klein's eyes, and Mohu reflected, and he gradually realized that he had appeared in a cell.

While thinking about the reason why he appeared here, Klein threw off the match in his hand. With the feature of being able to use extraordinary items at will in the dream, he showed a creeping hunger and activated the ability of the Priest of Light.

Klein looked at the traces around him, trying to get more information, but he didn't mean to explore, because he clearly remembered Will Auceptin's advice to him.

However, the sky didn't go as expected. Although he planned to wait here for noon, the sound of empty and distant footsteps was vaguely heard outside the cell, and accompanied by the sound of footsteps, there was a melody humming with a nasal voice.

This melody, he knows!

"Damn it! Why do I hear Katyusha singers in my dreams? Could it be that this was copied by the Great Emperor?" , I don't have time to study the music at all, and naturally I don't know who wrote this piece.

But no matter who sings, he doesn't plan to show his face.

After all, this is a dangerous dream world.

Strongly suppressing the urge to take a breath, Klein, who had gone through all kinds of big scenes, was no longer a young night watchman, and quickly made a decision. On the premise, he slowly moved to the gate of the iron fence, and quietly and calmly looked towards the direction of the footsteps.

The two miniature suns in his eyes dimmed slightly. Klein waited quietly for dozens of seconds, and heard the footsteps become clearer, and heard that his humming had begun to loop, and an iron door was pushed open and slammed. The thud to the wall almost startled him.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure appeared in his field of vision. He was nearly 2.5 meters tall and wore a black armor that covered his entire body. The cold feeling was like reality, and he seemed to be a giant knight.

His breath was introverted, the position of his eyes flashed with two groups of crimson light, and he was holding a long and wide black straight sword in his hand.

And what completely did not match his aura like a Gothic game boss was the Katyusha he hummed.

"Why do I think he doesn't sing for fun, but very serious..." Klein listened to the other party's third cycle, and finally found a problem—

There is no change in a single syllable of the passage hummed by the other party!

Does the average person humming so much on the accuracy of each key?

"Could this guy be an obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Although Klein felt that the obsessive-compulsive disorder was such an exaggeration that he had to ensure absolute pitch when he hummed a song in his dreams, but thinking of the precedent of Mr. Devil's choice that was so difficult that it would get out of control, he felt that it was not so unusual. .

But before he could continue to think deeply, the figure suddenly moved his arm with force—

Boom!

With a rude sound, he slammed open the iron door of a cell, stepped in, and turned around, as if searching for something.

"He's searching for a prisoner? This will definitely find me!" Klein hesitated for a moment, and the options of escape and fight quickly appeared in his mind.

After estimating the opponent's travel speed, he quickly took the citrine pendant from the cuff of his left wrist, and used a voice that almost only he could hear to make a divination:

"That knight was very powerful just now."

The result of the divination is affirmative, and the speed is very fast and the magnitude is large. The danger of the target is already obvious at this moment.

Klein no longer hesitated, opened the door without making any noise as much as possible, and then sneaked out while the black armored knight was searching for a cell.

The rich darkness provided him with considerable protection, and the humming sound of the black armored knight spread through the iron armor made Klein clearly control the opponent's position.

He maintained a secret and swift movement all the way, and soon came to an iron gate, which was opened with the help of the key he had picked up earlier, and he successfully entered unexpectedly.

It's a pity that behind the door is not the exit he hoped for, but a hall full of debris.

But Klein didn't have time to be disappointed. He quickly locked the door, and then quickly searched. Soon, he noticed an inconspicuous black wooden door in the corner, and the clown potion was also holding the door handle. In an instant, the figure in the room was revealed to him.

"Anyone? The prisoner being hunted down?"

Klein made a quick decision, twisted the handle and got into the room. Then, he heard a sound that made his scalp tingle—

This figure wearing a short linen robe is humming a rhythm that is indistinguishable from that of the black armored knight.

Katyusha!

"Damn it!"

For a moment, Klein only felt that the soul was terrified, and the azure rose appeared in his left hand almost instantly, but to his surprise, the man in the short linen robe humming the song shrank back, and then used a In a tone full of despair and pain, he spit out a word:

"Who?"

"An adventurer." Klein forcibly suppressed the thought of attacking and answered simply. At this time, he had already seen the appearance of the other party—

This is a man with a weathered face, with deep incantations on his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and around his mouth, but his hair is black and shiny, without a single silver thread.

His short linen robe is simple and simple, but his expression is distorted by pain. In his rare pure black eyes, there is an unconcealed surprise and doubt:

"adventurer?"

"How did you get here?"

Klein slightly kept the distance at a level that was convenient for him to play, leaned his back against the door and looked at the other party and said:

"It is necessary courtesy to introduce yourself before asking others."

The man was stunned, glanced worriedly at the open wooden door behind Klein, and then said:

"You'd better close the door first, we can't be caught by that demon, otherwise..."

His face muscles twitched obviously, as if he recalled something bad.

"Devil?" Klein whispered, but he stretched out his hand slowly and closed the black wooden door. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!