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 Chapter 366: The Will of the Primordial Witch

  The whispering voice of Yalina echoed in Renekton's ears. He was stunned for a moment, his scalp numbed instantly, and a fear he had never experienced before filled his chest and swept through his mind.

  No, it shouldn't be. Primordial Witch

  He felt that his thinking had become difficult. The pupils of his eyes that opened on his body shrank strangely, stained with a gray color, as if they were gradually petrified.

  His thinking and actions were sluggish at the same time, and his spirituality began to slow down, as if he was falling into a slow, inevitable petrification.

  He stretched out his right hand and tried to use the "Emperor's New Clothes" to put himself into a state of non-existence, but he made a little movement after a long time.

  No. My thinking is fast. Slow.

  As his thoughts turned with difficulty, he saw Yalina's eyes petrified one by one, and some of her flesh and blood fell from her body, hitting the reef and sinking into the sea.

  Her eyes gradually became clear, revealing a strange color, with an indescribable charm, as if she had become the most beautiful creature in the world, wrapped in an extremely terrifying oppressive force. As soon as

  the original devil

  thought floated, the picture he saw in his eyes completely darkened. His eyes had completely petrified, and only a few stars were floating slowly, making the last struggle.

  In the sky, a light that could not be seen by the naked eye surged from an unknown place. The entire Rorsted Sea was distorted to a certain extent. The complex, pure knowledge was poured into the minds of every creature that saw this light.

  On the cliff on the coast outside Bayam, Klein used the levitation spell to create a strong wind to carry himself to the top of the cliff.

  Huh~ He breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to find a safe place to go above the gray fog.

  His spirituality was suddenly touched, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky. At the same time, his own spirituality sent a warning. He couldn't look up, the sky was dangerous!

  The majestic aura permeated downward from the sky, carrying a strong sense of oppression and a terrifying aura, as if it was going to drown everything.

  What happened? This kind of pressure seemed to be the arrival of the Hidden Sage. He has arrived? It was not the brief, incomplete arrival that concealed himself in Backlund. His true body has arrived in the Rorsted Islands!

  Klein's mind was surging, and there was a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

  Above the sea, the originally layered and heavy dark clouds were directly dispersed, and the dense silver-white lightning disappeared.

  The figure of Catalina Pellet emerged in a mess, her thick black hair was burnt and twisted, and there were repeated black smoke coming out.

  The pure white robe on her body had long been struck by lightning without a trace, leaving only a tenth of the black shell with a burnt smell. With the silver-white lightning that occasionally sprang up on her body, it turned into debris and fell off, revealing the white skin underneath.

  There was a gleam in her eyes, and frost condensed in front of her, forming a mirror that could reflect a person's figure. The mirror suddenly became dark, as if countless things and layers of space were hidden inside.

  Her body went in without a physical form, and the layers of illusory world inside the mirror converged. The frost that had just condensed instantly shattered, turning into a burst of crystal snowflakes, drifting away with the wind.

  "Hmph!"

  "Sea King" Yann Cotman noticed this scene, but only snorted coldly.

  The swirling wind lifted his body, his expression was extremely solemn, his eyes were closed, and he murmured the honorific name of the Lord of Storms,

  "King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Lord of Natural Disasters, God of Storms."

  Only true gods can fight against an evil god that has descended.

  His recitation did not get a response from the Lord of Storms, but another great being descended here.

  Under the sea, one after another python-like black tentacles sprang out, and each of these tentacles had an eye on its tip, either closed or open.

  These tentacles extended infinitely, and instantly touched the illusory light in the sky.

  The illusory light composed of complex and pure knowledge was distorted for a moment, and a grayish white appeared, but it was quickly assimilated by the surrounding knowledge and quickly recovered.

  The whole sky suddenly became bright the next moment, and a strong electromagnetic storm burst out, destroying all information structures and dispersing the illusory light like a torrent.     Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Silver-white lightning fell down one after another, accurately slashing each black tentacle, carrying a real aura of fury and destruction, slashing all the tentacles to ashes.

  Then there was another strong wind, like a densely packed sharp blade, cutting and wiping out the tentacles.

  As the last silver-white lightning fell to the sea, the sea area returned to calm, the blue sky was no longer clouded, and the sea breeze was still warm and scorched.

  The entire Bayam, no, the entire Rorsted Archipelago was unusually quiet, and everyone was praying, some to the Lord of Storms, and some to

  a reef near the sea god Bayam. The last lightning of the Lord of Storms fell here, and fell on Alina, who was occupied by the original will.

  Her body was instantly scorched and cracked, and her red hair, which was flaunting like a venomous snake, was instantly black and cracked, and was blown into ashes by the sea breeze.

  The surrounding reefs were cleared by the silver-white lightning, and the gray-white stone statue that Renekton had petrified was blown away by the huge impact force, fell into the sea not far away, and slowly sank.

  The floating stars in the gray-white stone statue's eyes quickly dimmed and almost disappeared.

  The gray-white stone statue gradually sank, and when it reached the bottom of the sea, a broken lens stuck between the reefs suddenly flashed a dark light, as if it was connected to countless things and layers of space, becoming a passage to the mirror world.

  A white arm stretched out from it, followed by a body, and she passed through the mirror easily as if she had no entity.

  Her extremely shiny black hair was simply tied up, and she had a pair of blue eyes that seemed mature and innocent, deep and childish. She was clear and beautiful, and it was the "White Saint" Catalina Pele who returned to this sea area.

  She put on a pure white holy robe again, and looked sideways at the gray-white stone statue that fell to the bottom of the sea. As her eyes moved slightly, her black hair that was simply tied up fell apart, connected by invisible transparent threads.

  Following her thoughts, these transparent threads surged rapidly, binding the gray-white stone statue and pulling it to her side.

  She tried to send the gray-white stone statue into the mirror world, but she never succeeded.

  Her eyes darkened and she looked sideways at the sea. The "Sea King" was still watching this sea area, so she could only return to the Black Death from under the sea.

  In the library deep in the spirit world.

  Bugs Bunny and the two rabbits of knowledge sat side by side under a bookshelf, each flipping through a book.

  "Little rabbit, you should go find him."

  Mr. Huang stroked his withered beard with one hand and held a golden book in the other. The cover was made of gold, and even the paper inside was light gold. There were many strange symbols engraved on it, but there was no title.

  Bugs Bunny looked up in confusion, looking at the gentle old man. He was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head thoughtfully and said:

  "The boss said he would come to pick me up. If he doesn't come, I'll ask you to take me to find him."

  "I'm the administrator of this library. I can't just leave. You have to find him yourself."

  Mr. Huang shook his head gently and handed over the gold-covered book in his hand.

  "But."

  Bugs Bunny jumped up from the ground hesitantly. It picked up the cane that looked like a fresh branch on the side, took the gold-covered book, and held it in its arms.

  It tilted its neck to look at Mr. Huang, and just as it was about to open its mouth, before it could speak, the surrounding environment turned into a group of colorful lines that flew away quickly.

  The strong discomfort made it dizzy and its stomach churned, as if all the fruits it had eaten in the morning were about to be vomited out.

  In just a moment, the surrounding environment returned to normal, and it had returned from the depths of the spirit world to the outskirts of Bayam.  Chapter 367 Seeking Help

  "Woo" Bugs Bunny whimpered and fell to the ground.

  Klein looked at Bugs Bunny who suddenly appeared in front of him and fell to the ground with a surprised look on his face. He scanned the area with a serious look in his eyes. He did not notice any danger, so he took a few steps forward.

  Klein half squatted down and turned Bugs Bunny over. He used his psychic vision to carefully examine Bugs Bunny for a moment. He was relieved after confirming that it was just a simple physical discomfort and was not injured.

  Then, he reached out and patted Bugs Bunny's face. After it woke up a little, he asked in the voice of Gehrman Sparrow:

  "Why are you here? Where's Al?"

  Bugs Bunny lay quietly for a while. After regaining some energy, it looked at Klein who was still disguised as Elaine and wearing a golden red dress. Although his tone was a little weak, he said in surprise:

  "Well, why are you still wearing women's clothes?"

  Is my women's clothes more important than your boss? Klein muttered inwardly with an expressionless face, and then said in a more serious tone:

  "How did you suddenly fall out of the spirit world? Where is your boss?"

  Bugs Bunny suddenly realized and immediately jumped up from the ground. The sequelae of the spirit world shuttle just now had not completely faded. Its legs softened and it fell to the ground again.

  "Ouch~" It muttered and climbed up again and said:

  "I haven't asked where to find the boss yet, and I was thrown out of the spirit world by that burnt old man."

  While speaking, it pulled out the cane that was pressed by the golden-covered book, and then poked the golden cover with the cane and said:

  "Speak quickly, where can I find the boss?"

  "This is just a..." Klein didn't finish his words, and saw that the cover that seemed to be cast in gold suddenly cracked into three cracks, as if it had grown a mouth and eyes, and there was a pale yellow light flowing in the eyes formed by the cracks.

  The golden book seemed to come alive suddenly, floating in the air. It instinctively began to sing praises to the God of Knowledge.

  Bang!

  Bugs Bunny quickly swung the cane in his hand and slapped the messenger book back to the ground.

  Klein looked at Bugs Bunny in confusion, not knowing what it was doing.

  Bugs Bunny arrogantly pressed the book messenger with his cane, not giving it a chance to float up again. He said in a very serious tone:

  "Answer my question quickly, or I won't let you get up. I'll also stuff a stone in your mouth so you can't sing praises to the God of Knowledge!"

  The book messenger's cracked mouth and eyes twisted. He struggled hard for a while, but found that he couldn't float up at all. Moreover, the human, who was not sure whether he was a man or a woman, was already picking up stones on the ground.

  It then opened and closed its mouth, and said in a hoarse and sharp voice:

  "You are a dark, ugly, fat, twisted rabbit!"

  "You are a heretic who does not believe in the God of Knowledge!"

  "Ouch! Stinky rabbit, stop using force. My cover is pure gold. You can't treat my face so roughly!"

  Bugs Bunny simply sat on the book and waved his cane, hitting the cover of the Book Messenger again and again.

  "Ouch!"

  "My eyes! My mouth!"

  "You are a dark, dirty, bad-habited rabbit."

  "Woo"

  "Stop hitting. I. Can't. Speak."

  Bugs Bunny stood up from the Book Messenger. It stared at the book that no longer spoke and nodded with satisfaction.

  Klein maintained his expressionless image, standing quietly aside, playing with the stone in his hand casually, as if as long as the golden book moved, the stone in her hand would hit the cover of the book.

  There were many pits and dents on the golden cover of the Book Messenger, and with its cracked eyes and mouth, it looked like a completely distorted face.

  It floated up from the ground a little shakily, glared at Bugs Bunny who had just hit it and said:

  "Stinky bunny. Ahem~, I can locate him through the contract. He is still in this sea area, but he is moving away."

  "He seems to be in a bad state. The connection we established through the contract is a little elusive."     As soon as the words fell, it shook the book, and a piece of light yellow paper fell out. The paper floated directly towards Bugs Bunny, and the Book Messenger continued:

  "Okay, you can use this paper to track it, and you can also use it to contact me. I want..."

  Bang!

  Before he finished speaking, Bugs Bunny threw out the cane in his hand and knocked the Book Messenger to the ground again. He kicked his legs hard and jumped into the air to catch the Book Messenger.

  "You have to stay until you find the boss."

  "Damn rabbit"

  Bugs Bunny skillfully slapped the Book Messenger's mouth with his claws, and the cursing Book Messenger shut up instantly.

  Klein's mouth twitched at the side. He saw that the cracked mouth of the golden book was directly sunken by Bugs Bunny.

  I have to say that the physical fitness of the cultivator's path is really good. In terms of strength alone, even if I am now one sequence higher than it, I am still far inferior.

  With a sigh, Klein quickly gathered his thoughts and asked,

  "Do you have gold coins or crystals that can be used for divination?"

  "Hmm." Bugs Bunny looked at his two paws, one holding a cane and the other holding the Book Messenger. He tilted his head and looked at the pocket on the left side of his tuxedo and said,

  "There is a gold coin in this pocket."

  Klein took two steps closer, reached out and fumbled around Bugs Bunny for a while, and took out the gold coin.

  Feynaporte's Grim Reed swept over the gold coin. He quickly stood up, gathered his thoughts, and silently recited the divination sentence in his heart:

  "Al is in danger!"

  He silently recited the divination sentence three times in his heart, and casually took out the Grim Reed. When he was about to reach out to catch the gold coin, a whistling sea breeze blew over, and the gold coin was blown off its trajectory and fell into the woods in the distance.

  Bugs Bunny stared blankly at his gold coin sliding in a parabola in the air. He turned to look at Klein and asked in confusion:

  "How do you interpret this?"

  ". Divination failed."

  Sometimes, no result is also a result. Klein pondered in his heart. He looked down at Bugs Bunny and said in a deep voice:

  "Let's return to Bayam first and make some preparations. Your boss should be safe for the time being, at least not in danger of life. We need to ask for help."

  This was the conclusion he came to after some analysis. Bugs Bunny appeared in front of him holding this messenger-like book. It was probably arranged by the God of Knowledge. If he could still make arrangements, it meant that there was still room for things to turn around.

  Bayam, in a hotel in the dock area.

  Klein, who had resumed his Gehrman Sparrow costume, sat expressionlessly at the desk, holding a round-bellied fountain pen in his hand, and wrote carefully:

  Dear Mr. Azik:

  I am still in Bayam. A battle between high-sequences just happened here, involving the Witch Cult, the Storm Church, and a friend of mine, which also put him in danger.

  The matter is complicated, and it is difficult for me to fully describe it in the letter. I hope you can forgive me.

  I have done some divination, and I cannot successfully rescue him by my own ability. I think I need your help.

  Klein Moretti.

  With a sigh, Klein folded the letter, then took out an exquisite and old copper whistle from the inner pocket of his clothes, put it to his mouth, and blew the copper whistle hard with his cheeks slightly puffed, but no sound came out.

  Klein stopped until his breath was exhausted. He put the copper whistle back into the inner pocket of his clothes.

  His inspiration was suddenly touched, and he turned his head to look at the corner on the side. Countless bones were pouring out like a fountain.

  These bones quickly gathered and formed into a tall skeleton messenger with a faint fire in his eyes. The messenger shrank his tall body in the corner, looking like he didn't want to see Klein, nor did he want to be seen by him.  Chapter 368 The Prophet

  Seeing that the Skeleton Messenger was still somewhat wary and alert of him, Klein shook his head helplessly, and then said:

  "I have found my own messenger, and I don't need Mr. Azik to give his messenger to me."

  Hearing this, the tall Skeleton Messenger took a step forward as if relieved, bent down, and stretched out his broad palm in front of him.

  Klein casually took the folded letter on the table and handed it to the Skeleton Messenger's palm.

  After taking the letter, the Skeleton Messenger nodded slightly to Klein, which was rare, and then his body quickly disintegrated, turning into bones and falling to the ground, entering the spirit world.

  Klein watched the Skeleton Messenger leave, and helplessly said to himself:

  "I am really afraid of being given to me by Mr. Azik."

  Squeak!

  The door behind him was suddenly pushed open. As soon as Klein turned around, he saw Bugs Bunny turn around and close the door.

  Outside the door was Danitz, who had only half a foot in. Seeing the door being shut, he quickly pulled out his right foot to avoid being pinched by the door. He had a clear understanding of Bugs Bunny's strength.

  This shitty rabbit! . Danitz, who was locked outside the door, snorted twice, resigned himself to his fate and returned to the easy chair by the fireplace to lie down, covering his ears with both hands to resist the harassment of the noise.

  Not far away from him, the golden book messenger was singing the praises of the God of Knowledge in ecstasy, its voice was shrill and hoarse.

  In the room, Klein silently watched Bugs Bunny's series of actions, and when it came closer, he asked softly:

  "What's wrong?"

  "I just picked this up."

  As he said that, Bugs Bunny showed Klein the palm-sized gray-white scale covered by his claws.

  Is it true that Angerweed's scale was picked up? Klein looked strange for a moment. He maintained his current persona and asked calmly,

  "Where did you pick it up?"

  "Well, it was on the sofa outside. I had just informed the boss's prophet clone when this scale suddenly fell on my head."

  Bugs Bunny pointed to his left forehead and said.

  Klein nodded slightly and fell into a deep thought. Is this a hint from the God of Knowledge? He wants me to ask the former Dragon of Imagination for help. Is the development of things in his plan? Or is he just going with the flow?

  Frowning and thinking for a moment, Klein gathered his thoughts again and looked at Bugs Bunny beside him and asked,

  "How long will it take for him to get here?"

  "The clone boss said that he is outside the safe channel of the violent sea. It will take some time to get here, but he can use the secret technique with your help to locate the boss above the gray fog."

  "Well, where is above the gray fog?"

  Bugs Bunny said ramblingly, as if the clone boss was unreliable. He raised his hand and handed the gray-white scale to Klein.

  Klein took it and carefully examined it, confirming that it was the scale he had used for divination above the gray fog.

  He nodded solemnly, looked at Bugs Bunny and said,

  "Do you know how to contact the mysterious queen? If we find more people, the chances of success will be higher. The Witch Cult must have made preparations and is waiting for us to find them."

  "I'll go right away!"

  Bugs Bunny's eyes lit up, and then he nodded. As he spoke, he turned around and quickly jumped to the door.

  Klein casually tossed the gray-white scale in his hand. He quickly searched for ritual materials in the room and arranged a layer of spiritual wall around the walls.

  Then, in a way of offering sacrifice to himself and responding to himself, he sent the gray-white scale to the gray fog. After

  doing all this, he immediately stood up, walked four steps in reverse, and recited aloud at the same time.

  Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back in a high-backed chair, looking at the dim crimson star representing Renekton, and was silent for a while.

  At this time, I established a connection through the crimson star and pulled Al above the gray fog. Was it his original consciousness or his clone? Or did it fail directly?

  After thinking for a moment, he tried to spread his spirituality to touch the crimson star that represented Renekton.     The crimson light spot expanded and contracted slightly, but no ripples of light emanated, nor did it receive any response. As expected, it failed.

  He spread his spirituality to wrap himself, preparing to let Bugs Bunny contact Al's clone and let him recite his honorific name.

  As soon as he made a move, a new crimson star suddenly lit up in the boundless gray fog. It continued to expand and contract, often causing circles of ripples.

  A calm male voice echoed over the gray fog:

  "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

  "Finally you started praying. After all, it was you who got into trouble. Why do you feel less anxious than me?"

  Klein sighed and groaned. He intuitively thought that this was Al's clone.

  He then raised his right hand, spread his spirituality outward, and quickly touched the newly appeared crimson star.

  A crimson light rose in this magnificent ancient palace, and a familiar figure appeared in the seat belonging to the White Tower.

  He wore a pair of brass glasses on his nose, and a faint smile on his lips. He casually looked around, and seemed to be in a good mood.

  Looking at the other person's calm attitude, Klein felt that his original anxiety was gone in an instant. He leaned back against the back of the chair and said leisurely:

  "You don't seem to be in a hurry."

  The prophet's clone shrugged helplessly and said:

  "I am just a Sequence 4 prophet. With the witch sect obviously prepared, there is only so much I can do."

  "Besides, their target is the conqueror characteristic that was stolen. The original body will definitely not be killed directly, but will die accidentally. Don't you still have me, the clone?"

  Why do I feel like you are looking forward to your original body getting into trouble? Klein silently complained in his heart, and then changed the subject and said:

  "What should I call you? It's a bit easy to confuse."

  "Just call me 'prophet'." The clone responded with a chuckle.

  Klein nodded slightly, and then took out the gray-white scale from Angerwede.

  The gray-white scales quietly floated on Klein's palm, with mysterious and three-dimensional patterns engraved on them, like incomplete strange symbols.

  These symbols tried to extend outward and establish some kind of connection with the spiritual world formed by the intersection of living consciousness, but they could never break through the shackles of this layer of gray fog.

  The prophet's clone was stunned when he saw the scale appear in Klein's hand. His thoughts kept diverging in his mind, and a guess quickly took shape:

  "The God of Knowledge wants to take the opportunity to drag Angerwede into this muddy water and let Him choose a camp." "

  And with your support, He will most likely be able to recover the part of the seal of Levishidri. With the addition of Alesuhod's pen, He will begin to compete with Adam for the position of visionary."

  Conspiracy or not, open conspiracy, this is out in the open, it depends on what Angerwede will choose, whether he can withstand the temptation of Sequence 0. The most intelligent dragon. He is really a deep-minded god. Whether it is his own followers or his former boss, he has no hesitation in using them.

  Klein leaned against the back of his chair, and after a moment of silence, he said,

  "First locate your original body, and then try to contact Angerwede."

  "Okay, this requires your help, and this."

  The prophet's clone nodded gently, and pointed to the strange crown covered with blood and rust on the mottled long table.

  Klein only hesitated for a moment, and then understood what the other party meant. Then he stretched out his left hand to take the strange crown and began to infuse it with spirituality.

  With the help of this gray fog, he easily used the "mind communication" ability belonging to the war bishop, and a flame-like red suddenly appeared in his eyes.

  The moment the prophet's clone saw the red light floating in Klein's eyes, he felt that he had more connection with this gray fog.

  My status seems to have been directly raised to the level of angels, but only status, not real power. The ability of the prophet has been greatly improved, because Sefirah Castle already has authority in this area, so it has brought me a certain bonus?

  As he pondered, the eyes of the prophet's clone glowed with a pale blue glow, appearing wise and indifferent.

  Relying on the blessing that Klein brought him through "psychic communication", he began to follow the connection between himself and the original body to try to find the other party. Chapter 369 Communication through the gray fog

  After a moment, the prophet's clone nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and quickly entered a meditative state. His spirituality began to vibrate with a strange rhythm.

  A series of pale blue ripples like water waves spread out, and a slowly rotating ring composed of countless gears appeared behind him.

  In the center of the ring, there was an illusory book that was constantly flipping.

  As the ring appeared behind him, the prophet's clone felt that the connection between himself and the original body became clearer. Fortunately, the witches did not throw the original body into the secret world, otherwise it would really be lost. It was almost impossible to judge the current state of the original body.

  While thinking, the prophet's clone whispered:

  "The one who loves knowledge and mystery, the wise man from the unknown, the eyes that pry into the truth, the disaster of the Rorsted Islands, the great Al Tynes!"

  With the help of Klein, he transmitted his prayer to Renekton through the spiritual world. Although the petrified original body could not respond actively, it would still automatically respond to the prayer.

  Because he had not spread his Sequence 3 Honorable Name, Renekton was not worried that someone would use it to reversely target him, or be disturbed by his frequent prayers, so he had not blocked the automatic response to his prayers.

  As the name he recited was responded to, the prophet's clone almost immediately reversed the position of the original body and sensed his current situation:

  it was a dark area, as if on a dark, illusory, and unreal road, and there were many such roads around, which were layered and intertwined, forming a complex and mysterious "spider web".

  A blurry gray-white stone statue seemed to be lifted by an invisible thing, constantly moving forward on this dark, illusory, and unreal road. In the position of the stone statue's eyes, there was a faint starlight strangely diffused, like a living thing.

  ".Mirror world."

  The prophet's clone sighed slightly, and the picture in his mind quickly fell silent. Observing for too long might make the witches around notice something unusual.

  In the "mind communication" state, both parties can share senses. The picture that just appeared in the prophet's clone's mind and his thoughts were all clearly accepted by Klein.

  Klein nodded solemnly and sighed slightly. He didn't know much about the mirror world.

  The fortune teller's path didn't seem to have this ability. I can enter the mirror world in the spirit state, but if I rush into the mirror world to save people, I guess I can only be expelled by the witch who is waiting for me.

  While thinking, his eyes fell on the strange crown in his hand. He tried to borrow power from the prophet's clone and raise his own strength to the level of demigod.

  The boundless gray fog around him suddenly surged violently, as if responding to Klein and cheering the appearance of the master above this gray fog.

  Sequence Four is not only a qualitative change in one's own strength, but also the key to gradually controlling this gray fog.

  Just as Klein had this thought in his mind, he heard the words of the prophet's clone:

  ​​"When you reach Sequence 4, you should be able to borrow some of the abilities of Sefirah Castle more easily, and no longer be limited to the special status brought by this gray fog."

  Klein nodded gently and said leisurely:

  "It's time to contact the former fantasy dragon."

  As his voice fell, he pried the power of the gray fog and infused his spirituality into the gray scale.

  On the gray scale, strange patterns began to extend outward, gradually outlining a complete mystical symbol.

  Just looking at it makes people feel mentally confused, their thoughts are distorted, and their spirits are stained with all kinds of thoughts that seem to come from the heart, generating a strong impulse of self-destruction.

  Is this really just a scale? It feels like the drop of blood of the mythical creature that Al analyzed before. While thinking, Klein relied on his control over the gray fog to release the restrictions of this space, allowing this scale to smoothly establish a connection with the spiritual world.

  As the connection was established, another crimson star emerged above the boundless gray fog. It continued to expand, emitting circles of crimson ripples.

  Klein then extended his spirituality and touched the crimson star that had just appeared.

  The crimson light instantly surged out, covering most of the palace, and then quickly retracted, condensing into a somewhat blurry picture.

  In the picture, a gray-white giant dragon was living in a deep and dark sea. It was looking up at the sky, at the spiritual sky that covered everything. It was the reflection of the spiritual world at the spiritual level.     ".Fool." A whisper came from His mouth.

  Klein turned his head slightly and glanced at the prophet's clone sitting beside him. A self-talking voice echoed directly in his mind:

  "Let's communicate like this. The demigod power brought by 'psychic communication' can only support the scene after all. Once face to face, He will easily detect the problem."

  Klein nodded solemnly. He still thought so.

  After making a decision, Klein directly threw the picture that the prophet's clone had detected through the connection between the honorable name and the original body, as well as his own words, into this deep red star.

  "Bring him back. The reward is Grossel's Travels, and a promise from me."

  After doing all this, Klein and the prophet's clone looked at each other, and the two communicated silently through "mental communication":

  "How can I fulfill my promise? What if He wants me to help Him return to Sequence 0?"

  "He won't make such a request directly. This is not equivalent to a greater probability that you will provide some help when reclaiming Levished. There is some pollution from the Chaos Sea sealed there."

  "Are you sure I can solve this?"

  "It is not difficult to solve the pollution. Just throw it into this gray fog. The difficulty is how to remove the pollution. If a fortune teller or thief gets access to angel-level items, it will be easy. I can find some time worms with angel status for you to try."

  ".Amon!" When mentioning the time worm, Klein's mind automatically emerged with the image of Amon. A chill surged, and he quickly erased the image of Amon from his mind.

  In the deep and dark sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, Angerwede quietly perched on an island of the mind, his pale golden eyes staring at the sky in a trance.

  In his vision, there was an endless gray fog rolling around, and in the deepest part of the gray fog, there was a vague figure sitting leisurely on a high-backed chair, tall and majestic, as if looking down at the gods of the world.

  Even though he was a Sequence 2 Insighter, he could not peek at the other party through the gray fog.

  Is this the Sefirah Castle? The feeling is completely different from the Chaos Sea, more strange and more difficult to understand .

  As soon as the thought turned, a deep red light suddenly rose from the surrounding gray fog, surging like a tide, quickly condensing into a slightly blurred picture.

  At the same time, a leisurely voice without any obvious emotions echoed:

  "Bring him back, the reward is "Groselle's Travels" and a promise from me."

  Promise, this fool hopes that I can get back some of my former power. He didn't meet me directly, which means that His condition may not be very good. There seems to be no trace of the characteristics of a mysterious servant. Has He activated? Or, has the source castle activated?

  After a short silence, Angerwede said happily:

  "Okay, but the world in the mirror is not a field I know. If I want to bring him back from there, I need some help so that I can locate him."

  "Okay." As the fool's response fell, a honorific name appeared in His vision.

  After a while, the thick gray fog around him receded, and his vision quickly became clear. He was still surrounded by the deep and dark sea, and the islands of consciousness standing in the sea.

  "The Blessed One of Knowledge and Mystery? It turns out that he is not the Blessed One of the Fool or Sefirah Castle."

  "Have the revived Sefirah also started to join forces? After betraying me twice, my former subordinate god chose Sefirah as an ally?"

  Angerwede murmured softly, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was mocking something.

  Then, he waved the two gray wings behind him, which set off a wave on the dark and dark sea surface around him, splashing drops of crystal water, and flowing out layers of light and shadow.

  The subconscious gathered around him became a little restless, which was reflected in the living beings, that is, the emotions suddenly became unstable, and inexplicable sadness or joy filled the heart.  Chapter 370: Successive Visits

  In the hotel in the Bayam Wharf area, Klein leaned on the bed and opened his eyes.

  He took a deep breath and quickly stood up from the bed. He looked around the room and confirmed that no one or rabbit had entered the room just now. Then

  he breathed a sigh of relief. As he walked towards the door, thick green vines suddenly fell around him. These vines overlapped and intertwined, quickly forming a forest.

  An illusory light appeared in front of him. This light seemed to be composed of pure and complex knowledge. They gathered in mid-air and quickly reconstructed Bernadette's body.

  The sudden change made Klein's spirit tense. After seeing the familiar scene and figure, he relaxed.

  He bowed to her and was about to speak when Bernadette's voice sounded faster than his:

  "What did he do? Even the original witch came here in person and brought down the divine punishment of the Lord of Storms."

  "." Klein opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment. He didn't know much about the process of the previous battle.

  After a moment of silence, he thought and said:

  "When he was in Backlund before, he snatched a Conqueror attribute from the Witch Cult. It seemed that it was a reward given by the Loen Royal Family for their cooperation with the Witch Cult."

  Bernadette nodded slightly, and asked with doubt in her words:

  "Conqueror attribute? He was not even Sequence 4 at that time?"

  "It should be the help of Sasriel." Klein carefully expressed his guess.

  Bernadette nodded without comment, skipping the topic and saying,

  "He is very important to the Hidden Sage. When he was in trouble, the Hidden Sage came directly, although he quickly retreated under the dual pressure of the Storm Lord and the Primordial Witch."

  "However, I suspect that He retreated on purpose at that time."

  While speaking, she kept looking at Klein, as if observing his reaction.

  Madam, you don't have to be so probing. I don't know more than you do. Klein sighed in his heart, but his face didn't show it at all.

  Relying on the ability of the Faceless Man, he maintained the persona of Gehrman Sparrow in front of Bernadette.

  Wait, the tone of her talking to me is as if we already know each other. Klein looked at Bernadette with a slightly puzzled look.

  She chuckled, as if she was not surprised by Klein's reaction, and said in a tone without much fluctuation:

  "The identity of Gehrman Sparrow was entrusted to me by Sharon at a party in Backlund, and you were accompanied by that rabbit."

  "I see." Although his identity had been exposed, Klein still maintained his personality and responded in a calm tone.

  Bernadette glanced at Klein and continued her previous words in a calm voice:

  "I happened to be in the Rorsted Sea recently and paid attention to the battle."

  "The Hidden Sage left too decisively, as if someone just passed a message to Him at that time, asking Him not to interfere in this matter."

  Asking the Hidden Sage not to interfere. The one who can do this must be a true god or an evil god. The most likely god of knowledge. Thoughts floated in Klein's mind one by one. He vaguely felt that the other party's plan in this matter was not just because of Angerwede. The most intelligent

  dragon, I don't know what He is thinking, it seems that everything is in His plan.

  "You seem to have some guesses?"

  Bernadette's voice interrupted Klein's thoughts. Relying on the Faceless Man's ability, he controlled his expression very well and shook his head slightly, saying,

  "No, just some guesses."

  "Al was taken to the mirror world. Do you have any better way to rescue him?"     Bernadette didn't seem to want to ask more questions. She followed Klein's words and answered,

  "You can use the Conqueror's characteristic to exchange with the Witch Cult. This is what they want most."

  "If you don't want to give up the Conqueror's characteristic, you have to rescue him before he is taken to the headquarters of the Witch Cult. This period of time won't be too long."

  "As for the mirror world, strictly speaking, it is not the real world. It is closer to a collection of doors, connecting different mirrors and different mysterious kingdoms. If you get lost in it, you may appear directly in the abyss or even the starry sky. You can start from this aspect."

  Closer to a collection of doors? There is an apprentice path in the path corresponding to Sefirah Castle. If you start from this aspect, can you directly connect the mirror world with the spirit world, or even directly connect it to the gray fog.

  Klein had a general idea in his mind, but he would have to go to the space above the gray fog to try it out before he could know. Being a demigod might not be enough. He would ask Mr. Azik for his opinion after he arrived.

  While thinking, Klein saw Bernadette suddenly turn her head to the side. There was a deep blue and purple light in her eyes, as if she was staring at something.

  After a slight hesitation, he heard the other party's slightly pondering voice:

  "An angel has come over. He doesn't seem to be in a good state. He feels a little missing."

  "He is here to see you." Bernadette retracted her gaze and turned to look at Klein. She said this with certainty.

  Mr. Azik, he came so quickly! . While thinking, Klein looked at Bernadette in front of him and nodded gently:

  "It should be. I wrote a letter to ask for help."

  Bernadette nodded gently and said:

  "If you need help, you can find me. The rabbit knows how to contact me."

  As her voice fell, the surrounding forest composed of layers of vines quickly faded in color and turned into countless pure and complex information torrents surging towards the distance.

  Klein only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he returned to his room and returned to the place where he had just stood.

  His inspiration suddenly touched him, and he turned his head to look to his right. A familiar figure quickly appeared there. It was Mr. Azik, who was wearing a black suit and a silk hat.

  Klein's lips curled up slightly. Azik's appearance made him feel much more at ease.

  "Was there someone else here just now? I felt some danger from him. His gaze made me feel uncomfortable. It seemed that under such a gaze, all secrets could not be hidden."

  Azik glanced around the room, and then focused his attention on Klein.

  Klein nodded slightly and said,

  "It was the mysterious queen. She has been promoted to Sequence 2. I tried to seek help from her and consulted her on some issues."

  At this point, he thought of what the mysterious queen had just said, and looked at Azik without hiding his eyes for a while and said,

  "The mysterious queen mentioned to me just now that you feel a sense of loss. I feel that this should not only be a loss of memory, but there should be other aspects."

  Azik nodded slightly and said in a tone that was not too unexpected,

  "I have guessed about this. When things are over with you, I will go find her and ask her."

  "I can help you contact her. She should not leave the Rorsted Sea for the time being."

  Klein nodded slightly in response, and then explained to Azik the general course of events and the current situation.