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Did time just restart?

Who is it?

Is the other party helping me?

Will he strike again?

Klein's remaining consciousness could only think of these. +小`税^C?M·S- ^首`發^

Suddenly, the man with the broad forehead retracted his fingers, frowned slightly and looked away.

I saw a figure appear at the door of the room.

The figure was wearing a classical hooded robe and had a beautiful face, but no expression. His black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality.

The broad-foreheaded man, Amon, immediately shook his head and sighed, "Oh, I'm so sorry to have bothered you to come out."

The eyes on the beautiful face now had a hint of brilliance.

"Okay, I'll go. I'll go now."

Amon raised his hands and took two steps back, then his figure suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, Klein regained control of his body, but he did not relax at all, because the woman standing there in front of him actually gave him more pressure than when she was just replaced.

His heart was pounding as he looked at the woman in the classical robe, not knowing whether he should thank her.

At this moment, the corners of the woman's mouth slowly twitched and curled upwards, revealing a smile.

Klein was stunned.

Before he could come to his senses, the figure faded away and disappeared from the spot.

"Saved?"

His feet went weak and he staggered back a few steps.

Who is that man with a broad forehead? What did he mean by "I found you" when he just appeared? Is he really coming for me... no, is he coming from above the gray fog? What is above the gray fog, and why does it attract the attention of such a scary guy?

Who was the woman who came later? She scared off the man with the broad forehead just by showing up... Why would such a person help me? And... who was the one who restarted time?

Questions came to his mind one after another, and Klein's mind was in a mess. But he was sure that all the questions he couldn't answer were only because he was too weak and knew too little.

He absolutely did not believe that the actions of this man and woman just now were aimless.

"Never mind, retreat quickly!"

Klein put away his whistle and turned around hastily.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest, his pupils constricted, and his whole body froze in place.

He lowered his head and saw a slightly pale hand piercing through his left chest, covered with blood.

Then, the owner of the hand pulled back forcefully, bringing Klein and the hand into the spirit world.

"Damage transfer..."

As soon as Klein had this thought, he suddenly felt his vitality disappearing rapidly, and the damage transfer failed - his heart had been crushed by the opponent.

His breathing gradually stopped, and he felt the hand suddenly pulled back, causing his body to flip and fall powerlessly into the depths of the spirit world. In the last moment before he lost consciousness, he saw the man's face:

He was a sinister man wearing a double-breasted black robe and a soft hat, and one eye was blind. He looked down at Klein and said coldly, "The first one."

Next second.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and Klein lost all consciousness.

His body was floating in the spirit world, swaying and falling deeper and deeper...

Until it fell into a floating castle that was completely black, with towering pointed roofs and covered with vines, in a very Gothic style. On the top of the castle stood a translucent woman. She was almost as tall as the castle but had no head. Her drooping hands supported four bright heads with blonde hair, red eyes and beautiful looks.

Chapter 342 No Loss

Backlund, at Dr. Allen's home.

Mercury Snake Will suddenly sat up from the rocking chair, looking annoyed: "Oh, that person didn't come earlier or later, but now he comes, why should I make such a fuss? -d^a￠n!g`k_a′n~sh\u^.`c￠o?m`"

Originally, although Klein lost his life, he was able to escape Amon's hunting. But... due to that person's intervention, it seemed as if I had designed to kill Klein specifically.

Will pounded his chair in annoyance, "Ahhh, saving people also causes problems!"

On purpose!

He must have done it on purpose!!

You just think I'm easy to bully, right?

"There's Edward over there, there's Klein over here, there's Ouroboros hiding in the dark, and there's a god in the sky plotting against me. Why am I so miserable?!"

"Aaaaaaah!!"

...

Queens, Sodrak Palace.

George III, wearing a crown, with a resolute face and a small moustache, sat on the throne, looking at the Earl of the Palace in front of him, without saying a word for a long time.

Anger flashed in the depths of his eyes:

It's a mess, everything is messed up!

First, the mausoleum photo was exposed. Although this was unexpected to him, he knew that the Seven Gods needed a Black Emperor right now, so he directly let the people of the Witch Church take action in advance.

However, the more important thing about launching the Great Smog at this time was to gain cooperation with the Witch Cult... or more precisely, with Chick. George III knew that he would face accountability from the church, so he had already prepared for the relevant exchange of interests:

Such as broadening the channels for obtaining seats in the House of Lords, agreeing to the requirements of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, passing laws to guarantee minimum protection and working hours for workers, allowing the three major churches to send personnel into the military, etc.

This exchange of interests not only did not cause him any substantial loss, but it also helped him in the ceremony of being promoted to the Black Emperor, "making his own name associated with the title of emperor and becoming common knowledge among the people."

What he didn't expect was that a series of breaking news would disrupt his plans all of a sudden. At the same time as the smog incident occurred, more than half of the powerful officials and parliamentarians in the upper echelons of Loen were assassinated by their sons or brothers, regardless of whether they were from the new party or the conservative party.

Although this did not mean that the political situation in Loen would be paralyzed, it would definitely cause a big mess. After all, those officials and councillors were not easy to replace. If one of them died, they would be replaced by a new one at random - not to mention that most of them were killed by their own descendants and brothers, and many of them were even the successors they had originally chosen.

More importantly, would this allow the Feysac Empire to take the opportunity to declare war on Loen in advance? ——George III is not ready to be promoted to Sequence 0 yet.

"Damn it!"

George III's mustache trembled slightly, "Psychological Alchemy..."

The people from MI9 have already found out that it was the people from the Psychological Alchemy Society who were behind this, but what George III couldn't understand was that they had been cooperating with him all along - and this time they even lost a demigod in the audience.

Why did he silently dig his own grave?

The key point is that when the people from MI9 found the members of the Psychological Alchemy Society who had been contacted by the noble children before, they discovered that they were all dead - some even committed suicide in front of MI9.

"Who is behind this..."

George III waved his hand tiredly at the Earl of the Palace, "It is convenient for the church. Do as they wish. Go ahead and implement the policies and plans they want. Also, let them rest assured... I can guarantee that I will never pursue anyone involved in the incident in the suburbs."

At this point, he paused for a moment.

"As for those assassinations..."

After a period of silence, he said calmly: "Let them decide on a new successor as soon as possible. I don't care about their division of interests. All I want now is stability, stability, and stability!"

Wait a little longer, just wait a little longer.

...

With the help of Phoenix, Edward headed towards the city of Calderon deep in the spiritual world. Everything around him seemed to be stained with thick ink and was rapidly retreating. From time to time, some spiritual creatures with terrifying auras could be seen.

A few minutes later, the dilapidated and silent ruins of the city came into view in the distance, and huge and pale stone pillars could be seen everywhere in the ruins.

"Where are you going?"

As Calderon City was getting closer, Edward suddenly heard a questioning voice in his ears.

He was about to respond subconsciously, but then he immediately realized that the voice did not belong to Phoenix, nor to anyone he knew.

His heart trembled, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the voice: it was a man with a beautiful face and soft features, long silver hair, wearing a simple linen robe, and layers of wings on his back.

To be precise, He cannot be called a "human". After all, He is notoriously lacking in humanity among the mysteries.

Yes, Ouroboros is here.

"Huh?"

Phoenix was puzzled: "Why are you still in the same place after flying for so long?"

It seemed not to see Ouroboros and continued flapping its wings vigorously.

Damn, your reaction is even slower than mine.

"Where are you going?"

Ouroboros asked again, and there was actually some curiosity in his eyes. Based on Edward's understanding of him, this was quite unusual.

Edward confessed: "Calderon City."

"Oh, the kingdom of God that was once Graygari."

Ouroboros nodded and continued, "That place is polluted by the Everdark River. Why do you want to go there?"

Can I say... hiding from you?

"I just... strolled."

There was a hint of confusion on his face.

But soon, he said, "Then you can't continue to wander around. I will take you back to see the Lord."

Edward asked cautiously, "May I know what the Lord wants me to do?"

He shook his head: "I don't know, He just said he wanted to see you."

"…Is it because of the uniqueness of the gate path?"

"have no idea."

"Do you think I am well-intentioned or..."

"have no idea."

"Can I not go?"