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 Chapter 371 Confession

  Silence After listening to Klein's words, Azik frowned slightly, rubbed his fingers subconsciously and said:

  "What the mysterious queen said is basically right. If you want to save your friend, the sooner the better. They have just experienced a battle and they should not have fully recovered yet."

  "I can enter the mirror world, but I'm not sure I can get your friend out smoothly. Besides, it's not suitable for fighting there."

  Klein nodded thoughtfully and expressed his thoughts:

  "I still have that Conqueror feature. I want to borrow some power from you through it to temporarily elevate myself to the angel level, so that I can try to directly connect that part of the mirror world with the spirit world."

  Azik frowned slightly and said disapprovingly:

  "This should be an ability that only the apprentice has. Are you planning to change the path? I vaguely remember that your path seems to have to wait until Sequence Three to be interchangeable."

  "No, I have other ways." Klein shook his head slightly, weighing his words, thinking about how to explain the matter about Source Castle to Mr. Azik.

  Azik saw Klein's dilemma, slowed down his tone, and chuckled to comfort him:

  "If this involves your secret, you can skip it."

  "But I need to remind you that we are not on the same path. Even if I lend you my power with the help of the Conqueror's extraordinary ability, it will be difficult for you to bear it. You may die in an instant, or turn into an undead."

  Klein nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

  "I understand, it only takes a moment. I should be able to hold on in that place."

  Taking a deep breath, as if making a major decision, Klein looked at Azik, pursed his lips and said:

  "Mr. Azik, do you know the 'Fool'?"

  "The one that the Aurora Society once preached? They have been looking for His followers and believers before." Azik responded with a slight nod.

  Klein nodded slightly, and said in an extremely solemn tone:

  "Yes, his honorific name is: 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."

  "Some things are difficult for me to explain to you directly. Reciting this honorific name will give you the answers to many questions. There will be no danger or hidden dangers. I can guarantee this."

  Azik frowned even deeper. He stared at Klein with a serious look and did not speak for a while.

  Klein felt his heart pounding with nervousness. He took a deep breath, suppressed the nervousness and uneasiness in his heart, and nodded solemnly to Azik.

  "Hehe" Azik suddenly chuckled, stretched out his hand and patted Klein on the shoulder and said:

  "You don't have to be so nervous."

  "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."

  "That's the honorific name, right?"

  Azik directly recited the honorific name of "The Fool", still with a gentle smile on his face, as if this was not something he needed to care too much about.

  Klein nodded slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. He said,

  "Wait a moment, I will respond to you immediately."

  Klein's words made Azik pause for a moment, and then he smiled and said,

  "I will leave first. Since it is a secret, others should not know too much."

  As soon as he finished speaking, his figure quickly became transparent and disappeared in the room.

  Klein nodded slightly in the direction where Azik's figure disappeared. He arranged a layer of spiritual wall around the room again, and then began to walk four steps backwards into the gray fog.

  Above the gray fog, in the magnificent ancient palace.

  Klein looked into the depths of the gray fog, and another new crimson star began to flicker, constantly expanding and contracting, creating circles of ripples like tides.

  Is this the star that represents Mr. Azik? I don't know what kind of symbol will emerge. As his thoughts turned, he had spread his spirituality and touched the newly appeared crimson star.

  A crimson light rose from the gray fog. Unlike the previous time when he pulled members into the gray fog, this time Klein felt a sense of stagnation, as if the other party could refuse his pull as long as they wanted.

  After reaching the angel level, can I refuse the pull of this gray fog? Just as the thought floated in his mind, the stagnation transmitted to him by this space disappeared, and the crimson light instantly flooded a seat on his left hand side.

  As the crimson light faded, Klein saw Mr. Azik's figure appear in front of a high-backed chair.

  "Here." Azik looked around hesitantly, and finally his eyes fell on Klein who was at the top of the mottled long table.

  Azik reached out and gently stroked his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice:

  "Uniqueness. Source. I seem to have remembered something, which is related to the god of death."     "Death God? Did the Death God in the southern continent also master a portion of the source?"

  Klein asked curiously.

  Azik sighed slightly and sat directly on the high-back chair behind him. He said in a deep voice:

  "I don't know either. It's just that when I saw this gray fog just now, that strange feeling made me recall some vague things."

  "It seems to be a river."

  As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes became extremely deep and deep, with a layer of dim fluorescence, like the eyes of a dead person.

  After looking around for a while, his eyes became clear again. He turned his head to look at Klein at the top, and his tone became serious:

  "Is this your secret?"

  "You have to be careful. The spiritual imprint left by such high-level things is very strong, and it is often used by high-sequence masters to revive themselves." "

  Since you can master this place, it means that this is something from your path. In my impression, whether it is a fortune teller, an apprentice or a thief, they are all quite difficult to deal with and have strong survival abilities." "

  You have to be wary of the previous owner of this thing, and even the high-sequence masters of these adjacent paths."

  Influenced by Azik's words, Klein's face also became serious. He nodded after pondering and said:

  "I understand, I will pay attention."

  After hearing Mr. Azik's warning to him and the implicit concern in his words, Klein's heart finally settled down, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  It feels good to have someone you can trust. Sometimes you always feel too lonely when carrying a heavy secret alone.

  As his thoughts turned, he once again spread his spirituality and touched the crimson star that represented the prophet's clone.

  After waiting for a moment, he pulled the other party above the gray fog.

  The prophet's clone didn't expect Klein to find him again so soon. He was still searching for information related to the mirror world in the library deep in the spiritual world.

  As soon as he appeared in the palace above the gray fog, he noticed that there was also a figure sitting on the chair to his left.

  He immediately turned his head to look over. After seeing who was opposite him, he smiled and nodded to the other party:

  "Mr. Azik, thank you for your willingness to help."

  Azik looked at the figure that had just emerged and hesitated for a moment. After sizing up the other party, he spoke:

  "A clone created by the audience channel?"

  "Yes." The prophet's clone nodded slightly.

  Klein, who was sitting at the top, tapped the table with his fingers, then spoke about his plan. At the end, he looked at the prophet's clone and asked,

  "Do you think this is feasible?"

  The prophet's clone frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he said,

  "It is feasible to a certain extent, but even with the bonus of Sefirah Castle, do you know how to use the power of the gate path?"

  "Um, do you have the relevant knowledge?"

  Klein was silent for a moment, then his eyes fell on the prophet's clone and asked hesitantly.

  The prophet's clone shook his head slightly, leaned back on the chair and said,

  "The knowledge I have can only allow you to open a 'door' in the spirit world, but it is powerless to accurately overlap with a part of the mirror world."Chapter 372 The Action Begins

  When Klein and the prophet's clone fell silent over the question of how to connect the spirit world and the mirror world, Azik, who was sitting next to them, said gently:

  "I have some knowledge in this area."

  "Every gatekeeper can sense the entrance to the underworld and build a gate that overlaps the spirit world and the underworld. As long as I have detailed coordinates, I can also build a gate that overlaps the spirit world and the mirror world."

  The prophet's clone leaned his head against the back of the chair, reached out to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:

  "Then there will be no problem."

  As he said that, he turned his gaze to Klein, who was at the top, and said:

  "Move quickly. Even with the blessing of this gray fog, with your current Sequence Six physical strength, it is difficult to withstand too strong a force."

  Klein nodded slightly, and then asked:

  "Do you need to inform the mysterious queen? She is also in the Rorsted Sea."

  The prophet's clone shook his head slightly and said:

  "No, if she really needs help, she should be able to sense it."

  Klein nodded without comment. He spread his spirituality and touched the crimson star representing Angerwede, and directly transmitted the coordinates of the ruins where Kalvetuwa had hidden before in the spiritual world.

  After doing all this, he leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to meditate, adjusting his state to the best.

  After a moment, he opened his eyes again, looked around, took a deep breath and said:

  "Let's get started."

  While speaking, he had already stretched out his left hand to hold the strange crown covered with blood and rust, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, and then poured his spirituality into it.

  "Mind communication" unfolded between them, and the three of them instantly connected their minds and became like a whole.

  Klein felt that his power was rapidly expanding, and every minute and every second was a qualitative improvement. He even felt that the air cannon he made casually could now reach the level of sonic boom performed by the "Sea King".

  The illusion brought by the rapid expansion of power, however, a demigod and an angel in poor condition are transmitting power to me at the same time, I should be infinitely close to the level of an angel now.

  While thinking, Klein saw a layer of ripples behind the prophet's clone again, and a ring constructed by countless gears emerged. He heard the other party praying to him:

  "The favored one of knowledge and mystery, the wise man from the unknown, the eyes that peek into the truth, the disaster of the Rorsted Archipelago, the great Al Taines!"

  In the state of "mind communication", Klein and Azik simultaneously sensed a strange connection emerging, and following the automatic response of the honorific name, they directly located the location of Renekton in the state of a stone statue.

  Azik turned his head to look at Klein, and after seeing the other party nod, he transmitted all his power and status to him.

  Klein felt his own strength expand a little more, as if he had broken through a certain limit. His spirit suddenly rose infinitely, and the space above the gray fog seemed to become a part of him. He saw the deepest part of the gray fog, at the top, there was a light gate, and inside it was...

  Hiss~ A stinging burning sensation came from his hand, and he instantly came back to his senses and looked at the strange crown in his left hand.

  The rust on it had disappeared, and the mottled bloodstains turned into red flames that kept leaping, as if cheering, shouting, and clamoring.

  Klein's emotions were uncontrollably excited, and he became passionate and excited. A boiling desire to fight surged in his heart.

  In just a moment, a death-like coldness and absolute rationality occupied the heights of his mind, allowing his emotions to return to calm.

  "Begin, your body has already shown a tendency to become a dead spirit. If you delay any longer, it will be irreversible."

  Azik's voice sounded gently in his ears, and Klein only then noticed that his arm was too pale, and even faint corpse spots began to emerge.

  Or am I too weak? It's so difficult for me to even bear this power. As the thought floated in his mind, he casually summoned a paper figure from the pile of debris and threw it out.

  The paper figure twisted and expanded in mid-air, and white feathers with mysterious patterns appeared behind it, quickly clustering to form pairs of wings covered with pale flames, a total of twelve pairs.     The paper angel, wrapped in pale flames, sank into the gray fog and fell into the depths of the spirit world, where the ancient elf ruins where Kalvetuwa once hid were located.

  Klein lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the boundless gray fog in front of him, as if he was confirming something.

  After a moment, he stretched out his palms and pushed forward, as if he was pushing open a door that did not exist.

  The paper angel that fell into the spirit world made this movement at the same time. In front of it, there was an invisible force surging and gathering.

  In a flash, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns and indescribable appeared in front of him, shaking, creaking, and slowly opening backwards.

  Behind this door, a dark, illusory, and unreal road seemed to be connected to countless things and layers of space, which together intertwined a deep and strange world that was different from reality.

  As this door was opened, the mirror world and the spirit world were overlapped here, without causing any waves, and it was calm as if nothing had happened.

  It was clearly a very strange door with a strong sense of death, but at this moment it seemed quite harmonious, as if it should appear here. As long as you see it, you will subconsciously want to step into it.

  In the ancient palace above the gray fog, after connecting the mirror world with the spirit world and seeing the hidden figure of Angerwede, Klein directly threw away the crown burning with red flames in his hand.

  He leaned weakly on the high-back chair, breathing heavily. After a long while, he spoke:

  "The ups and downs of power are really uncomfortable. I suddenly find it difficult to accept such a weak self now."

  "This is the real you. Don't be confused by the power we pass on to you. This will affect your mental state. For the extraordinary people who are always accompanied by madness, this is very dangerous."

  Azik said as a warning.

  Klein chuckled and nodded, saying,

  "I know. It's just that the sudden loss of strength brought a feeling of weakness. Now I feel much better."

  As he spoke, he raised his left hand in front of his eyes. The arm that was originally pale and somewhat transparent, with some edema and corpse spots, has returned to its original state.

  In this gray fog, even if I die, I can be resurrected in the next moment, but I will still feel uncomfortable. It would be better if I could be immune to pain.

  After resting for a while, Klein felt that he had almost recovered. He gently raised his hand and pried the power of the gray fog. Through the remaining breath and influence of the paper angel just now, he directly cast his eyes over.

  Suddenly, a deep red light rose from the surrounding gray fog, and quickly condensed into the picture that Klein saw.

  In the dark and illusory mirror world, a gray-white stone statue was tied by invisible silk threads and pulled forward.

  In front of the gray-white stone statue, there were two figures, one black and one white. They were both extremely beautiful women, and their appearance and temperament were absolutely perfect.

  The lady on the left was wearing a simple and holy white robe, with her extremely shiny black hair scattered randomly, fluttering in the windless mirror world.

  Each of her hair was connected to an invisible transparent thread, which almost wrapped the gray stone statue into a transparent silkworm chrysalis.

  Next to her, there was a beautiful woman in a black court dress. Her black hair was neatly coiled, but a few strands were left out. They hung down naturally, creating a bit of charm in the seriousness, and her red lips were slightly curled, which made people feel pity.

  They didn't look the same, but they had one thing in common. From them, we can see the charm of women at every age. No matter what kind of creatures they like, they will recognize their beauty from the bottom of their hearts. Chapter 373: Breath of the Soul

  The lady in the black palace dress looked back slowly and charmingly. Her dark grey eyes were bright but sad, which made people want to pity her. However, she said without any emotion:

  "Why hasn't Yalina caught up yet?"

  "Bearing the original will will make her already bad state decline again. What's more, there was the divine punishment of the storm at that time."

  Catalina Pellet, who was dressed in a holy white robe, said calmly.

  "It's really miserable. I hope that the next time I hear her name, it won't be for us to recycle her characteristics."

  The lady in the black palace dress sighed with undisguised gloating, and seemed to be very happy to see the miserable experience of her companion.

  Catalina did not agree or oppose her words, but just walked slowly in this dark and unreal mirror world.

  After a while, they walked out of this illusory road and stepped into another area of ​​the mirror world. The surrounding environment suddenly became bright, and layers of rich colors replaced the deep darkness around them.

  "Spirit world! When?"

  A trace of astonishment flashed across Catalina's eyes. As she looked around, her eyes fell on the place behind her where she had just walked out.

  There stood a bronze door that was fading and disappearing quickly. It was covered with mysterious patterns and filled with indescribable smells. On the inside of the door was a dark, illusory, and unreal mirror world.

  With the disappearance of this bronze door, the mirror world and the spirit world were disconnected again.

  The hair that was casually scattered behind Catalina twisted and expanded, and they were entangled together like little snakes dancing in the air.

  Around the beautiful woman in a black court dress, there were dark and illusory flames rising up, floating gently with her skirt, like an extension of the black court dress she was wearing.

  As soon as she moved, a sound of "Woo~Woo!" exploded in their ears, and an inexplicable, violent wind sound surged around them, as if it came from reality, but also seemed to come from illusion.

  The wind blew from all directions, carrying all kinds of strong or depressed wills. Catalina and the lady in the black court dress trembled uncontrollably, as if something extremely terrifying had befallen them. Their bodies, minds, and spirits were all in an uncontrollable state.

  An invisible transparent breath suddenly penetrated the spirit world and fell on them, directly stimulating and hurting their mental and spiritual bodies.

  Their bodies instantly stiffened as if struck by lightning, their spirits were torn apart, and their spiritual bodies seemed to be pierced, and they could not even make a scream of pain.

  The black illusory flames swayed and suddenly went out. The black snakes dancing in the air twisted, as if they had a consciousness that did not belong to them, and began to entangle and attack each other.

  Various thoughts were launched in their minds, sometimes impulsive, sometimes retreating, sometimes brave, and sometimes fearful.

  These complicated thoughts made it impossible for them to make correct judgments and actions. At the same time, their spirits were stained with various thoughts that seemed to come from the heart, and they had a strong tendency to self-destruct, and they wanted to tear or destroy themselves right now.

  In the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness that could not be observed by the naked eye, a terrifying storm wrapped in fear and panic took shape instantly.

  The nearby "sea surface" continued to surge with huge waves, with layers of light and shadow, and the complicated and chaotic consciousnesses repeatedly hit the consciousness islands of the two immortal witches, effectively destroying their mental barriers and forcibly stuffing the emotions of fear and panic into their hearts.

  Catalina only felt that every organ in her body seemed to have its own ideas, and they each responded differently, even mutually repelling and hostile to each other.

  ".Audience." She murmured with her mouth slightly open, her eyes slightly absent-minded, and layers of illusions seemed to appear in front of her.

  It was a magnificent and strange building, suspended in the sky, with gray-white stone pillars full of strange patterns standing, like a temple, like a palace, surrounded by white clouds and mist.

  In the mist, from time to time, a huge figure passed by, they had huge wings shaped like bat wings, like a giant dragon in mythology and legend.

  "Is this a dream?"

  Catalina murmured, and illusory black flames quickly sprang up around her, expanding outward along invisible transparent silk threads, forming an exaggerated "spider web" with black flames.

  These "spider webs" were not stable, constantly shaking and trembling, just like her emotions, extremely unstable, and could collapse at any time.

  Her island of consciousness and spiritual world were suffering from severe erosion and infection. This was the beginning of the spread of the plague hidden in the storm of the mind.

  The strong tendency of self-destruction made her tremble uncontrollably. The transparent silk threads around her broke one by one, and the dark flames flickered, extinguished, and then rose again, over and over again.     Catalina fell to the ground in a state of emotional collapse. She squeezed her head with both hands, as if only the severe pain could make her feel a little relieved.

  At the moment when her spirit was about to collapse, a grand, warm, and indescribable consciousness descended.

  The plague that was originally raging in the island of consciousness and the spiritual world seemed to have met their true master, and instantly surrendered, and tried to reversely infect the ancient dragon that created them.

  "The plague and the virus are all within my authority."

  A voice that seemed to be charming, low, and mocking echoed in this dream.

  This voice made Catalina regain some calmness. She finally saw the environment she was in and Clarisse who had been standing next to her.

  She recalled the self-struggle just now and the attempt to break through the limitations of the dream. It was clearly an attack between the two of them.

  What a terrifying audience. From the beginning, before we even stepped into the spiritual world without knowing it, we had already fallen into His trap. This must be an angel, the angel of the audience's path!

  As her thoughts were flowing, she saw the surrounding clouds dissipate, and a magnificent figure came into her sight.

  It was a gray-white dragon, with pale golden eyes and vertical pupils, extremely majestic. The moment it appeared, it seemed that the entire sky was crawling at its feet.

  The dragon king who once ruled the sky came from the myth of ancient times, "The Dragon of Imagination" Angerwede.

  This thought emerged in the minds of Catalina and Clarisse uncontrollably, and they subconsciously wanted to look at this figure that only existed in myths and legends.

  His surface was covered with a thick layer of gray-white scales, and on the scales were engraved complex and three-dimensional mysterious symbols one after another. They extended into the flesh and blood and extended to the surrounding void, as if intertwined into something that did not belong to the real world.

  Just seeing it, their minds became confused, their thoughts were uncontrollably distorted, and the various thoughts that had just been suppressed grew again in their hearts, and a strong impulse to destroy everything swept through their minds.

  "Don't look, don't listen."

  "All this is false, don't believe it."

  A soft voice echoed in their ears, like a loving mother's advice to her child.

  The various thoughts that kept growing in their hearts were suppressed by an extremely grand and indescribable will.

  This consciousness seemed to come from themselves, but it was higher than themselves. It skillfully and tyrannically crushed and shattered the consciousness and emotions that grew due to pollution.

  "Ancient Dragon, why do you want to intervene?"

  The descending consciousness seemed to want to negotiate, but in response to Him, another figure emerged.

  This was another giant dragon. Unlike the gray and white seen by the audience, He had brass-colored scales with many complicated and strange patterns on them, like solidified mercury.

  Compared with the spiritual dragon, His figure was more slender and lighter. His pupils were surrounded by a light blue glow, appearing cold and rational, full of wisdom.

  As the figure of this giant dragon emerged, a little bit of brass-colored light emerged around it, quickly wandering around, outlining one mysterious symbol after another.

  "Dragon of Wisdom?"

  The consciousness that descended upon this dream, upon Catalina and Clarisse, hesitated, and its voice was filled with doubt and questioning.

  After a moment, the eyes of the bronze dragon moved slightly, and it seemed to become more agile. The aura of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster spread along its body, instantly filling the entire dream, as if it wanted to encircle the entire dream world within itself.  Chapter 374 Ending and Communication (Additional chapter for Wui Mingzu)

  As the brass-colored light diffused, pairs of illusory eyes formed. They could see the weak points of all structures and could also directly create weak points.

  As the light diffused, pairs of eyes emerged, and part of the consciousness of the original witch who descended into this dream was directly expelled.

  As the original witch's consciousness dissipated, the layers of dreams around her, like a maze, quickly shattered as if it had reached the limit of what it could bear.

  In the spirit world, a gray figure stretched out from the spiritual world. It was a huge dragon claw covered with thick gray scales. The mysterious symbols engraved on the scales directly made Katarina and Clarisse who saw it fall into a trance.

  Their thoughts once again fell into complicated and crazy thoughts, and it was difficult to control their bodies to react, and even thinking seemed difficult.

  The dragon claw grabbed the gray stone statue tied by invisible transparent silk threads. Under the power of the dragon, those silk threads were as fragile as cotton candy and were easily torn apart.

  The gray-white stone statue was dragged directly into the spiritual world, leaving only the two witches who were in a state of mental disorder. In the spiritual world, they were in a fierce battle with the consciousness that invaded them.

  In the depths of their consciousness island, a somewhat illusory figure quietly emerged. It was their own appearance, but their eyes were dark gold, their pupils were vertical, and there were layers of gray-white scales faintly emerging on their bodies.

  As time passed, their mental state gradually improved, and the figure hidden in the depths of their consciousness island also completely shed its inconsistent characteristics and completely disguised itself as a part of their self-consciousness.

  Above the gray fog, in the magnificent ancient palace.

  Klein retracted his gaze towards the spiritual world, turned his head to look at the prophet's clone and Mr. Azik sitting on the left side of the mottled long table, and said with a sense of loss:

  "Is it over?"

  He thought he would see an exaggerated battle between high-sequences. At least, it would be more spectacular than the previous battles with Bayam.

  Azik cast his gaze towards Klein, who was at the top, and explained in a gentle voice:

  "The place where they fought was in the mind and dream, beyond our observation."

  "Although I couldn't directly observe the battle just now, I could sense that the will of the original witch had descended. It gave me a familiar feeling, perhaps because the original witch and the god of death were once allies."

  "At the same time, there was another being of the same level who descended with his will. I don't know who it is, and I can't observe who it is."

  "It is most likely the God of Knowledge. Angerwede can easily weave the former Dragon of Wisdom in dreams, and that person can use this to descend part of his consciousness."

  The prophet's clone leaned back in a high-back chair and pondered and said his guess.

  The cooperation between the Dragon of Imagination and the Dragon of Wisdom always feels precarious, as if they will stab each other in the next moment.

  Klein silently complained in his heart.

  The next moment, the crimson light suddenly expanded, and layers of crimson ripples appeared on the gray fog.

  Klein followed his intuition and saw that the crimson star representing Angerwede was expanding and contracting. There was no prayer, so how did He contact me?

  As his thoughts drifted, Klein turned his head to look at Azik and said thoughtfully:

  "The 'Imagination Dragon'."

  "Don't worry, here, even angels can't tell your true or false. And I'm here too."

  Azik smiled and nodded at Klein.

  After receiving Azik's affirmative answer, Klein was relieved. This time he didn't plan to communicate with the 'Imagination Dragon' across the gray fog.

  While making a decision in his heart, he spread his spirituality and touched the crimson star representing Angerwede, intending to directly pull him into the gray fog.

  Just like when he pulled Azik before, he felt a resistance, as if the other party could directly refuse his pulling behavior as long as he wanted.

  Angerwede responded to Klein's pull almost without hesitation. A crimson light rose, and His figure instantly appeared above the gray fog.

  He still maintained the form of a huge dragon, and did not appear too large in this magnificent ancient palace. Instead, he seemed just right, as if this palace was originally prepared for such a huge creature.     Angerwede's pale golden pupils looked around. After seeing that the figures sitting here were all in human form, He shook his head gently, and his figure instantly became transparent, shrinking and deforming rapidly.

  A gray light flashed across, and He had turned into an old man with gray beard and hair, pale golden eyes, wearing a gray robe, with sharp angular features and a rather majestic figure. He was tall, about 1.9 meters tall, close to 2 meters tall. He

  glanced at everyone without leaving a trace, and then found an empty high-backed chair on the left side of Azik and sat down.

  After sitting down, he turned his body to face Klein, who was at the top and whose figure was shrouded in gray mist. He spoke in a gentle voice, not like the former Dragon King, but more like a kind old man next door:

  "'Fool'? I am the ancient dragon Erihog, and also the former 'Dragon King' Angerwede."

  As expected of an angel of the audience's path, all his words and actions were just right, without any unnecessary emotions due to the gap in his identity. However, he seemed to prefer others to call him Erihog. Was this the influence of his identity?

  While thinking, Klein leaned back in his chair and said in a calm tone, as if he was putting the other person on the same level as himself:

  "Yes."

  "The Journey of Groselle will be handed over to you later. As for my promise, I can fulfill it at any time."

  Angerwede nodded gently and said,

  "I am not in a hurry to take back Levished. There is pollution from the Chaos Sea that I sealed in it. I can't solve this part of the pollution now."

  So you hope to have my promise in exchange for helping you solve the pollution problem of the Chaos Sea? It should not only be pollution, but also part of His former power.

  While thinking, Klein tapped the edge of the mottled long table twice, as if thinking about how to answer this question. After a moment, he said:

  "I can solve the pollution problem from the Chaos Sea, but I need to take back some authority."

  "Oh, otherwise, it will only erase that part of your power along with the pollution."

  Angelweed nodded at Klein without any change in expression, and said in a gentle tone:

  "Thank you for your help. I will pay attention to the news of the high-sequence characteristics of the wrong path. However, when most of the characteristics are aggregated by Amon, it is not easy to find an angel-level characteristic."

  "Even if you find it, it may be a trap left by Amon."

  Amon is really unavoidable. Klein sighed silently in his heart, and then said without any change in tone:

  "No need to worry about the trap."

  If you really get the characteristics, you just need to crush the characteristics and then re-aggregate them. No traps will be useful. Anyway, Amon can't directly invade this gray fog.

  Klein's calm response took on another meaning in Angerwede's eyes. He was very confident that Amon could not snatch Sefirah Castle from him because he was Sefirah Castle?

  The sequence one characteristics and uniqueness of the three paths of Error, Gate, and Fool were all held by Amon and Bethel. His true strength was probably not as good as Amon's, but his status was higher than Amon's. In addition, he had the home advantage here, so he was not afraid of Amon.

  He called himself "The Fool" because he wanted to start with the Fool path and first recover a complete set of authority. The third mysterious servant characteristic that Fregola had not been able to find had always been in Sefirah Castle and was controlled by the activated Sefirah Castle?

  While thinking, his eyes fell on Azik on his right. The former Death Archon Antigonus of the Balam Empire was just sealed by the Goddess of Night. He wanted to reach a certain tacit understanding with the Goddess of Night and exchange Antigonus with the remains of the God of Death he found?

  Seeing Angerweed's eyes on him, Azik looked back with a little doubt, and asked with a curious tone:

  "You seem to know me?"

  Angerweed's eyes stayed for a moment before he nodded slightly and said:

  "Former Archon of Death of the Balam Empire, managing the secular empire for the God of Death."

  "You don't seem to be in a good condition? Have you lost your memory?"  Chapter 375 "Death" Card

  "Do you know the reason?" Azik's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the human form of Angerwede in surprise.

  Angerwede shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand to stroke his gray beard and said:

  "I don't know, I just made some guesses based on your reaction, which is something every audience is good at." "

  However, I have some guesses about your condition. This may be related to the arrangement left by the Death God. You are his direct descendant, and you are also the angel of this path. You are the best carrier for His resurrection."

  "Moreover, since the death of the Death God, the uniqueness of this path has been lost. Whether it is the night or Badhair, they have not been able to find this uniqueness."

  "Uniqueness." Azik lowered his head, his brows gradually frowned, his head was a little swollen, but he couldn't think of more.

  Seeing Azik lost in thought, Angerweed turned his gaze back to Klein, who was at the top of the mottled long table. He asked with a little doubt:

  "The follower of knowledge has not really died yet. Where should I put his stone statue?"

  Klein resisted the urge to turn his head to look at the prophet's clone, and said leisurely:

  "Sacrifice it directly to me."

  He was worried that the gray-white stone statue might contain some means of the witch sect or the dragon king, so it would be safer to take it to the gray fog to purify it first.

  "Okay." Angerweed nodded slightly, and responded with a flat tone, as if he had guessed that the other party would say this.

  His eyes stayed on the prophet's clone for a moment with a little meaning, smiled and nodded at him, and then retracted his gaze.

  Klein tapped the edge of the table twice again and said calmly,

  "Let's stop here. If you need to, you can just recite my name."

  Angerweed then stood up from the high-backed chair and looked around. Seeing that the other two figures had also stood up like him, he said calmly to the figure at the top shrouded in gray mist,

  "Happy cooperation!"

  "Happy cooperation!" Klein responded leisurely.

  As his thoughts floated, a crimson light suddenly rose and quickly dissipated. Angerweed's figure disappeared into the gray mist along with the crimson light.

  As Angerweed left, the prophet's clone and Azik sat down again. They looked at each other, with a smile on their lips.

  Klein dispersed the gray fog that enveloped him, looked at Azik and asked with concern:

  "Mr. Azik, do you know the whereabouts of the uniqueness of the Death Path? Perhaps this is related to the reason why you repeatedly lose your memory?"

  Azik shook his head slightly, and said with some confusion:

  "I don't know, maybe I will know the reason after I regain all my memories."

  "I have a hunch that the Dragon King's guess is likely to be true."

  The prophet's clone tapped the armrest on the right side of his seat twice, with a smile on his lips, and said calmly:

  "The uniqueness of the Death God is left in the Violent Sea, but I don't know where it is exactly. Perhaps, if you regain your memory and get the relevant items, you can sense it there."

  "Related items?" Azik asked with a slight frown.

  The prophet's clone nodded gently and said,

  "'Admiral of Hell' Ludwell, he has a ring that is said to be left by the 'God of Death'."

  "He is a member of the Spiritual Cult, and the item is most likely left by the real 'God of Death'."

  Klein leaned against the back of his chair, crossed his hands naturally, and the information about the "Admiral of Hell" emerged in his mind:

  "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell, his flagship is the "Black Tulip", the bounty is 55,000 pounds, he was once a subordinate of the King of the Five Seas, and later became independent. He has connections with the "Spiritual Cult". Among the seven generals, he has the highest bounty and the strongest strength, and is cruel and bloodthirsty.

  I definitely can't beat him, at least I need to be promoted to the Master of Secret Dolls. Or, just call for help. Klein glanced at Azik, the prophet's clone beside him, and calmly restrained his thoughts.

  Azik stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose twice to relieve the discomfort caused by constantly recalling the past, and then spoke softly:     "After I recover most of my memories, I will go to the 'Admiral of Hell' to get the ring left by the 'God of Death'."

  "I have a feeling that I need to wait until I am in better condition before doing this."

  Klein stared at Azik curiously and asked:

  "Why?"

  "The 'Admiral of Hell' should only be a Sequence 5 Beyonder. Even if he has the ring left by the 'God of Death', it should not be dangerous to you, right?"

  Azik shook his head slightly and said without much emotion:

  "I am not sure either. This is just an intuition. Perhaps, other things involved are accompanied by danger."

  Other things? Does it refer to the uniqueness of the God of Death? Did the God of Death make some arrangements left behind? Klein muttered to himself for a while, then he turned his gaze to the empty space around the mottled long table and chuckled,

  "Mr. Azik, I took advantage of the specialness of this place to set up a party. The members come from different places and have different identities. They are all people who came here by chance and established connections with me. Although most of them are only low- to medium-sequence, they cover a wide range of people."

  "If you are interested, you can participate. You can also post some tasks at the party to collect things that can help you recover your memory."

  Azik nodded slightly, revealing some interest on his face, and said,

  "It's a very interesting party. If I have time, I will participate."

  Klein suddenly felt full of confidence after finding a backer. He restrained the corners of his mouth that could not help but rise and smiled,

  "The party time is every Monday at 3 pm Backlund time. I will notify you before each party starts."

  "By the way, they use tarot cards as code names. These are the ones that have not been chosen yet."

  As he spoke, Klein waved his hand gently, and a deck of tarot cards appeared above the mottled long table. However, the cards that had been chosen, such as "The Fool", "The World", and "The White Tower", were not among them.

  "This one." Azik pointed casually.

  Klein nodded gently and made the other tarot cards disappear, leaving only this one floating in front of Azik.

  The prophet's clone turned his head to look at it. The card was a death god wearing armor riding on a white horse. He held a black flag with roses painted on it in his hand and looked down at the creatures on the ground. It was the "Death God" card among the twenty-two main cards.

  "This card implies huge changes and the continuous renewal of self-consciousness. No matter what form it ends in, welcoming the result is the beginning of a new journey."

  The prophet's clone was touched and began to analyze it.

  This just corresponds to Mr. Azik's experience to a certain extent. So, when Mr. Azik is faced with the rebirth of constantly losing his memory, should he face the future and welcome a new life? While thinking, Klein cast his eyes on Azik.

  Azik leaned back slightly, resting his head on the back of the chair, and said in a hoarse voice:

  "The source of the path of the fortune teller, coupled with the interpretation of a prophet, this may be the revelation given by fate."

  The prophet's clone slightly tilted his body, leaning on the armrest next to the high-back chair, and gave his own opinion:

  "This card also symbolizes drastic changes. Say goodbye to the past and start a new life."

  Dong~dong~, Klein rhythmically tapped the edge of the table in front of him. After attracting the attention of the prophet's clone and Azik, he chuckled and said:

  "You two, let's stop here today. My spirituality can't hold up."

  "Yeah." "No problem."

  Azik and the prophet's clone nodded at the same time, facing a burst of crimson light, and their figures suddenly disappeared above the gray fog. (