The crimson light on both sides of the long table dissipated, and the majestic and vast gray fog regained its tranquility once again.

Klein, whose mist disappeared from his body, looked around and tentatively said:

"You should still be here, right?"

With the echoes of the sound, the bottom of the long bronze table gradually expanded, twisted and rotated into a human shape.

"exist."

The soft facial features of the elf were blurred by the distance, the pure black hood was stacked on the neck, and the skin was pale, like finely carved marble.

"Although it's your home court now, shouldn't you be more polite?"

"Polite?" Klein pretended to be surprised and said in a long voice, "What are you talking about, isn't this your territory?"

Heh... The "mystery" of sitting upright no longer suppresses the **** of one's own spirituality, and the invisible waves instantly infected every stone high-back chair touched by the gray fog, carving out a pattern on their backs. The strange symbols that symbolize the gray fog.

21 identical dark figures turned their heads at the same time, or smiled, or indifferent, or confused, or felt sad, and put on their hoods to face Klein, who was on top of them. The deep starry sky and silver replaced the soft face. , icy inorganic.

Grass!

What is this?

Klein, who originally planned to use "secret" words, suddenly wet his back with cold sweat, his nerves were tense to the extreme, and his spiritual warning was abnormally silent.

"Why is this, because I want to kill me myself, so my spiritual warning won't respond?" Klein, who had been frightened, made a decision in an instant, prepared to spread his spirituality, wrapped himself, and left the gray fog. .

when!

At this moment, it seemed as if the bells that traveled through the ages rang for no reason, coming from nowhere, and seemed to come from everywhere, stopping the passage of time on the gray fog.

"Why are you afraid, haven't you always been curious about my authority?"

"This is one of them, the application of time, and the creation of avatars." The only remaining "secret" voice was ethereal, he took off his hood at will, and his eyes were smart.

The bell that symbolized authority faded away, and Klein, who was sluggish, gradually found himself, rolled his eyes, and regained his ability to think.

"You stopped time just now?"

He made no secret of the shock in his voice, the spirituality on his body stopped spreading, and he seemed to have forgotten his decision to leave the gray fog just now.

"Actually, it was just a moment of stillness. There are people who are better at this than me. I can only go back to the first few seconds when the authority was used at most."

Klein, who had known the history of the Fourth Epoch, did not find a **** with a similar description, shook his head, and then asked:

"Can you see the Roselle diary I read just now?"

"You mean Huang Tao's social death record?" "Secret" raised his left eyebrow slightly, and a stack of neatly arranged papers appeared on his raised right hand, "I can reproduce everything you have seen before. share."

"It's kind of nostalgic, huh, actually, I was there when he wrote part of his diary."

Suddenly, the entire gray fog fell silent, until the muffled sound of fingertips hitting the long bronze table broke the embarrassment.

"Have you met Huang Tao before?"

Although when he read Roselle's diary just now, Klein guessed that the "mystery" possessing the power of time and space is probably very sensitive to the traveler, and it is very likely that he understands the arrival of every traveler, and even the details.

But he never thought that Huang Tao, the Great Emperor Roselle might really know his so-called half body!

Klein, who kept tapping on the edge of the long table with his fingers, was a little confused, bared his teeth and said:

"When you introduced yourself to Huang Tao, you didn't directly say Zhou Mingrui, did you?"

"Mystery" on the opposite side of the long table did not answer directly, but first scattered the papers of various styles in his hands, and then similarly knocked on the edge of the long table.

"Of course not. He didn't even know that I was Chinese, and he always thought that I was a Japanese middle school uncle."

"At that time, in order to stabilize human nature, I gave myself a pseudonym of 'explosive concentration', Baimon Thoth."

"Although this name was used for a short period of time in the Fourth Epoch, no one knew it, and there were no new traversers at that time. Instead, it was dismantled during the Fifth Epoch."

Bymont Thoth?

Isn't this what Roselle wrote in his diary, the fellow who is suspected to be a fanatic of the Creator?

He can also see Roselle's diary, isn't he trying to make fun of me?

All kinds of speculations filled Klein's brain. The unequal status of the two sides made Klein walk on thin ice in dealing with related affairs, and he was overly cautious everywhere.

"Why did you get yourself a setting like the mad believer of the Creator in the Third Epoch, aren't you suitable for his equality in the holy scriptures?" The young "diver" used his good Memory ability, recalled all kinds of "secret"-related information that he had seen before, and detoured to test the truth or falsehood of the other party's words.

Unfortunately, she is too young.

The deity with pure black as the background has an indifferent expression, and his voice is as peaceful as ever:

"That's just a propaganda need, and it's also a remnant of that world, the Creator's tolerance and help for me."

Inclusive and helpful? Klein recalled the description in the holy book, his expression was strange, and hesitation was everywhere in his words.

"You mean your holy book is false propaganda?"

The deity across from the long bronze table nodded slightly without making any refutation.

Seeing such a straightforward admission, Klein was a little confused.

If there are some deviations about this part in the scripture, combined with what "Mystery" said when he first met, he has not really been called "King of Time and Space", and he has not yet grasped all the authority.

"You're not really a god, are you?"

Regarding this issue, Klein only has an attitude of experimentation. After all, whether in terms of expressiveness or the personality of this gray fog, He should have the strength to rival the gods.

However, in the scripture of "Mystery" itself, it is clearly stated that he is the only righteous **** other than the Creator, so Klein had to doubt the possibility of this.

"Heh, you can let those true gods try to challenge me." He was provoked almost blasphemously, but this **** whose mental state has always been very subtle doesn't seem to be angry, but is still indifferent. , "Although my current state is indeed not good, I think that if there is a real fight, one of the existing true gods will be destroyed."

What is this, the edict of all nations declaring war? Klein felt the turbulence hidden in these calm words, and his spiritual intuition was shocked.

Swearing by the professional dignity of a "diver", his intuition told him that "Mystery" didn't seem to be bragging. It seems that He can really kill all the gods!

But this should be a way of perishing together, and it should refer to a one-on-one situation... Klein instinctively did not consider the possibility of slaughtering all the true gods. This is what he did based on the current common sense of the church and belief distribution. judge.

The lack of faith proves on the side that "Mystery" is now standing on the edge of a cliff.

"What you said just now, the exchange of 'sun' and several other pathways, I would like to know which pathways 'divine' can exchange with." After a few seconds of silence, Klein decisively changed the subject.

Above the eternal gray fog, two percussion sounds with different rhythms came one after another, and gradually tended to merge.

"Mystery", who was sitting at the bottom of the original position, suddenly moved for a while, and the whole person's temperament became deeper, and the robe was gradually dyed with blue and black.

"'Apprentice', 'The Thief', this is the adjacent path of the 'Divinator', and it is also the authority that I have not been able to gather together."

Sure enough, Klein, who had seen three pathways appearing together on the Emperor Roselle's Japanese machine, even chose the "divine home" pathway for this reason. Klein nodded slightly, and his posture gradually relaxed.

No!

Suddenly, his thoughts changed, and he suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw Roselle's diary in Tingen.

Why did he happen to meet that page of the diary at that time, and why did he really choose the "diver"? If he didn't choose any of the three paths, what would happen to his so-called half body?

Thinking of this, he instinctively wanted to raise his head and, as usual, cast his gaze to the half of his body opposite him, but only saw a thick grayish white.

"Mystery" suddenly aggravated the gray fog in front of him.

Is his condition bad again?

Thinking of the changes when Mr. Azik recovered his memory, Klein guessed, and the clues in his brain were quickly connected, from point to point.

"Mr. Azik, who was helped by 'Mystery', also appeared in Tingen and returned to the place where he originally lost his memory..." As the pieces of the memory puzzle lit up, Klein's spying on the truth gradually Qingming.

He has now really confirmed the alliance of "Mystery" and "Goddess of the Night"!

At this moment, an invisible vortex rolled up on the long bronze table, interrupting Klein's thoughts and knocking unconsciously.

The hazy door that once appeared during the experiment of the spiritual body summoning ceremony appeared again. It stood on the surface of the long bronze table, combined with the ubiquitous gray fog, emitting a deep red light.

Circles of spiritual waves impacted the scattered gray fog, constantly swaying away, stimulating this mysterious space itself.

Is this the sacrifice ceremony of Mr. Hanged Man? Klein's inspiration moved slightly, and his own spirituality immediately spread out, aggravating the shock and excitement.

Bang! In the mixed voice of reality and illusion, the hazy door slowly opened, revealing the world behind it.

On the Blue Avenger, he wore a fossil pendant given by Edmund Jason on his chest. Alger, who was acting reverently, suddenly saw the illusory door in front of him expand, and the door frame constructed by wind and light almost touched the top. Behind the opened door, the deep darkness hides countless indescribable invisible shadows, containing the bright and pure brilliance at the top of the darkness that contains vast knowledge, vaguely revealing the thick gray fog supported by the bright and pure brilliance, and more. Above, as if looking down at the real ancient palace,

The kingdom of God of Mr. Fool... In such a scene, Alger couldn't control himself, trembled uncontrollably, and the most primitive fear, as well as the impulse and yearning engraved in his bones, surged in his heart.

Woo!

A gust of wind erupted, and the pituitary gland of the dragon that had been placed neatly on the altar suddenly flew up and was swept into the deep darkness behind the door, disappearing without a trace.

Alger, who kept his head down, didn't dare to peep, his dark blue eyes stared straight at the floor, until the deep voice of "The Fool" rang out in his ears.

"Good job."

"It's my honor." He beat his chest with his hands subconsciously, and then hurriedly changed his movements, becoming more humble.

Above the gray fog, Klein looked at Mr. Hanged Man's complete reverence for him. He didn't feel complacent. He just waved his hand very calmly, dissipating the seemingly solid and hazy door in front of him.

He raised his left hand to attract the pituitary gland of the colorful dragon lizard that had been placed on the long table by the strong wind, and firmly grasped it in his palm.

Feeling the slight tingling and numbness that kept coming from his palm, he raised his head and looked at the opposite half of his body with consideration.

"Is this how the gods feel?"

"You can understand it this way, but in fact, sacrifice is a skill that can be mastered by Sequence Three." "Mystery" with a more indifferent and mellow voice, leaning his head on the back of the stone chair, sounded a little tired.

"Sequence Three, isn't it the Sequence Four who just obtained the divine nature?" Klein asked his own question at the right time, recalling the church's definition of a saint.

Even in popular terms, Sequence Four and above are also called demigods. Why wasn't this god-like skill learned at this time?

The feeling of exhaustion on "Mystery", who was surrounded by more dense gray fog, became more and more obvious. His reaction was half a beat, and he spoke slowly:

"Are all the demigods in Greek mythology Hercules?"

This metaphor is really vivid... Klein could see the exhaustion of his half body~www.wuxiamtl.com~ At the same time, his spirituality was almost exhausted, so he no longer supported it, and put the dragon brain of the colorful lizard in his hand. After the pituitary was handed over to Miss Justice, it immediately spread spirituality to wrap itself and returned to reality.

Above the gray fog, the empty high-backed chair on the long bronze table was reflected in his eyes. "Mysterious" sighed silently. He did not move, and was still leaning on the seat at the bottom of the long table.

The gray fog around him dissipated, and patches of blue and black appeared on his pale skin, all filled with a rotten breath.

The old hoarse voice sounded out of nowhere, layer upon layer, and its lethality far surpassed the ravings that Klein had heard when he was promoted.

"Why are you still forbearing? As long as you cooperate with me, you can completely recover now and be directly promoted to the real 'The Fool'."

"Are you worried about your friend, or are you not worried about your nephew?"

"If it's Bethel, I can help you save him. The Fallen Goddess is not my opponent."

Very seductive words continue to intrude on the "secret" reason, trying to lure the heir of authority to make irrational actions.

"Zhou Mingrui, don't be so resistant, you know, after I'm resurrected, I won't do anything except completely seal the possibility of 'God' resurrecting, I'll even protect my territory, even with those little things on the ground. ."

"I......"

"Okay, shut up." Zhou Mingrui's face was sluggish, and Zhou Mingrui, who had been surrounded by exhaustion just now, half-smiled and half-sighed, and stopped his fingers on the long bronze table, "The same thing is bound to the 'Origin Castle',' Tianzun', how about we be considerate of each other?"

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