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Chapter 371 Confession

After listening to Klein's words in silence, Azik frowned slightly, subconsciously rubbed his fingers 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 probably haven't fully recovered yet."

"I can enter the mirror world, but I'm not sure I can successfully bring out your friends. Besides, it's not suitable for fighting there."

Klein nodded thoughtfully and expressed his thoughts:

"That conqueror characteristic is still with me. I want to borrow some power from you through it to temporarily elevate me to the angel level, so that I can try to directly connect that part of the mirror world with the spiritual world."

Azik frowned slightly and said in disapproval:

"This should be an ability that is only available in the apprentice path. Are you planning to switch paths? I vaguely remember that your path seems to have to wait until Sequence Three before it can be interchanged."

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

Azik noticed Klein's confusion, slowed down his tone, chuckled and explained:

"If this involves your secrets, you can just 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, and you will probably die in an instant, or be transformed into an undead. "

Klein nodded gently and said in a deep voice:

"I understand, it only takes a moment, and I should be able to hold on at 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 the Aurora Society once preached about? They had searched for His favored ones and believers before." Azik responded with a slight nod.

Klein nodded slightly and said in a particularly solemn tone:

"Yes, his honorary name is: The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"There are some things that are difficult for me to explain to you directly. By chanting this honorable name, you will be able to know the answers to many questions. There will be no dangers or hidden dangers. I can guarantee this."

Azik's frown deepened. He stared at Klein intently and said nothing for a moment.

Klein felt his heart pounding nervously. He took a deep breath, suppressed the nervousness and anxiety in his heart, and nodded solemnly towards Azik.

"Ha" Azik suddenly chuckled, reached out and patted Klein's 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 King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"That's the honorable name, right?"

Azik directly recited the honorable name belonging to "The Fool", still with a gentle smile on his face, as if this was not something he needed to pay too much attention to.

Klein nodded slightly, with a smile on his face and said:

"Wait a moment, I will respond to you right away."

Klein's words made Azik pause for a moment, then he said with a smile:

"I'll leave first. Since it's a secret, you shouldn't let others know too much."

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

Klein nodded gently in the direction where Azik's figure disappeared. He re-arranged a layer of spiritual walls around the room, and then began to walk four steps backwards into the gray mist.

Above the gray mist, inside the magnificent ancient palace.

Klein looked into the depths of the gray mist, and a new crimson star began to twinkle. It continued to expand and contract, creating ripples like a tidal wave.

Is this the star that represents Mr. Azik? He didn't know what kind of symbols would emerge. As his thoughts turned, his spirituality spread and touched the newly appeared crimson star.

A burst of crimson light rose from the gray mist. Unlike before when he pulled members into the gray mist, Klein felt a sense of sluggishness this time. It seemed that as long as the other party was willing, he could refuse his pull.

After reaching the angel level, can I refuse the pull of this gray fog? As soon as his thoughts floated, the sluggishness conveyed to him by this space disappeared, and the crimson light instantly flooded a seat on his left.

As the crimson light faded, Klein saw Mr. Azik's figure appearing 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 stretched out his hand to touch his forehead and said in a hoarse voice:

"Uniqueness. I seem to have recalled something about the Sefirot, related to the God of Death." "God of Death? The God of Death in the Southern Continent also had a copy of the Sesame?"

Klein asked curiously.

Azik sighed slightly, sat directly on the high-backed chair behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't know, but when I saw this gray fog just now, the strange feeling reminded me of some vague things."

"It seemed like a river."

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

After looking around for a while, his eyes became clear again. He turned 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 extremely strong, and it is often used by high-sequence powerhouses to resurrect themselves."

"Since you can master this place, it means that this is something that belongs to your path. In my impression, whether they are diviners, apprentices or thieves, they are all quite difficult to deal with and have extremely strong survivability."

"You have to be wary of the previous owner of this thing, even the high-sequencers from these adjacent pathways."

Infected by Azik's words, Klein's expression also became serious. He nodded thoughtfully and said:

"I understand, I'll pay attention."

After hearing Mr. Azik's warning to him and the concern implicit in his words, Klein finally felt relieved, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It feels so good to have someone I can trust. Carrying a heavy secret on my own sometimes feels too lonely.

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

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

The prophet clone did not expect that Klein would look for 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 mist, he noticed a figure on the seat to his left.

He immediately turned his head and looked over. After seeing clearly who was opposite him, he chuckled and nodded in greeting:

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

Azik looked at the newly emerged figure and hesitated for a moment. After sizing him up, he said:

"A clone created by the audience channel?"

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

Klein, who was sitting at the top, tapped the table with his fingers, and then spoke out his plan. Finally, he looked at the prophet clone and asked:

"Do you think this is feasible?"

The prophet's clone frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. After a while, he spoke in a deep voice:

"It is feasible to a certain extent, but even with the bonus of Source Castle, do you know how to use the door pathway ability?"

"Um, do you have any relevant knowledge?"

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

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

"The knowledge I possess can at most allow you to open a 'door' in the spiritual world, but there is nothing you can do if it accurately overlaps with a certain part of the mirror world."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 372 The action begins

When Klein and the prophet clone fell into silence over the question of how to connect the spiritual world and the mirror world, Azik, who was sitting beside him, said softly:

"I have some knowledge in this area."

"Every gatekeeper can sense the entrance to the underworld and build a gate where the spiritual world overlaps with the underworld. As long as there are detailed coordinates, I can also build a gate where the spiritual world overlaps with the mirror world."

The prophet's clone rested his head on the back of the chair, stretched out his hand to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:

"Then there will be no problem."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Klein at the top and said:

"You have to move quickly. Even with the blessing of this gray mist, with your current Sequence Six body strength, it is difficult to withstand too much force."

Klein nodded slightly and then asked:

"Do I need to inform the Queen of Mystery? She is also in the Rossed Sea."

The prophet clone shook his head slightly and said:

"No, if it's time to really need help, she should be able to sense it."

Klein nodded noncommittally. He spread his spirituality, touched the crimson star representing Angelweed, and directly transferred the coordinates in the spiritual world of the ruins where Kavituwa had previously hidden.

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

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

"let us start."

While speaking, he had already stretched out his left hand to hold the strange crown that was covered in blood and rust. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it for a while before pouring his spirituality into it.

"Soul communication" unfolded between them, and the three of them instantly connected with each other and formed a whole body.

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

The illusion brought about by the rapid expansion of power. However, a demigod and an angel in bad condition transmitted power to me at the same time. I should be infinitely close to the angel level now.

While thinking about it, Klein saw another layer of ripples rippling behind the prophet's clone, and a ring made of countless gears emerged. He heard the other party's voice praying to him:

"The favored one of knowledge and mysteries, the wise man from the unknown, the eyes that peer into the truth, the scourge of the Rhoside Islands, the great Al Taines!"

In the state of "spiritual communication", Klein and Azik noticed the emergence of a strange connection at the same time. Following the automatic response of the honorable name, they directly located the location of Renekton in the stone statue state.

Azik glanced sideways at Klein, and after seeing the other person nod, he passed on all his strength and personality.

Klein felt that his power had expanded a little more, and it seemed that it had exceeded a certain limit. His spirit suddenly rose infinitely, and the space above the gray fog seemed to have become a part of him. He saw this gray fog. In the deepest part, at the top, there is a light door, inside.

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

The rust on it has disappeared, and the mottled blood has turned into red flames that are constantly beating, as if cheering, shouting, and clamoring.

Klein's emotions became uncontrollably aroused, becoming passionate and exciting, and a boiling fighting spirit surged in his heart.

In just an instant, a coldness as cold as death and absolute reason occupied the high ground of his thinking, making his emotions calm again.

"Let's get started. Your body has already shown a tendency to become undead. If you delay it any longer, this will be irreversible."

Azik's voice sounded gently in his ears, and Klein noticed that his arms were extremely pale, and even faint body spots began to appear.

I'm still too weak to bear this power. As his thoughts floated around, he casually picked up a paper figure from the pile of debris and shook it out.

The paper man twisted and expanded in mid-air, and white feathers with mysterious patterns emerged from behind, quickly clustering together to form pairs of wings covered with pale flames, a total of twelve pairs. The paper angel carried the pale flame and disappeared into the gray mist, falling into the depths of the spiritual world, where the ancient elf ruins where Kavituwa once hid.

Klein lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the endless gray fog ahead, as if confirming something.

After a moment, he stretched out his palms and pushed forward, as if pushing open a door that didn't exist.

The paper angel that fell into the spiritual world made this action simultaneously, and in front of it, invisible forces were surging and gathering.

In an instant, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns that could not be described in detail appeared in front, shaking and creaking, and slowly opened back.

Behind this door, a dark and unreal road seems to be connected to countless things and layers of space. Together, they interweave a deep and strange world that is different from reality.

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

It is obviously a very strange door with a strong symbol of death, but it seems quite harmonious at this moment, as if it should appear here. As long as you see it, you subconsciously want to step into it.

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

He leaned weakly on the high-backed chair, panting heavily. After a long while, he finally said:

"The ups and downs in strength are really uncomfortable. Now I suddenly find it difficult to accept such a weak self."

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

Azik said admonishingly.

Klein chuckled and nodded:

"I know, it was just the sudden loss of strength that brought a feeling of weakness. It's much better now."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand to his eyes. The arm that was originally pale and somewhat transparent, with some edema and spots on it, had returned to its original shape.

Above this gray mist, even if I die, I can still be resurrected the next moment, but I still have to feel uncomfortable if I should. It would be great if I could be immune to pain.

After resting for a moment and feeling that he had almost recovered, Klein gently raised his hand to leverage the power of the gray mist. Through the remaining aura and influence of the paper angel, he directly cast his gaze over it.

A deep red light suddenly rose from the surrounding gray fog, quickly condensing the scene that Klein saw.

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

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

The lady on the left is wearing a simple and holy white robe, with extremely glossy black hair scattered freely, fluttering freely in the windless mirror.

Each strand of her hair is connected to an invisible transparent thread, and these threads almost wrap the gray-white stone statue into a transparent silkworm chrysalis.

Next to her, there is a beautiful woman wearing a black palace dress. Her black hair is neatly tied up, but a few strands are missing. They hang down naturally, creating a bit of charm in her seriousness. Her red lips are slightly raised, making her People pity.

They have different looks, but they have one thing in common. From them, we can see the charm of women at every age. No matter what their preferences are, they will recognize their beauty from the bottom of their hearts.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 373 Spiritual Breath

The lady wearing a black palace dress looked back slowly and charmingly. Her dark gray eyes were bright and hidden with sadness, which made people want to pity her. However, her words did not contain any emotion:

"Why hasn't Ya Lina followed?"

"Withstanding the original will, her already bad state will decline again. What's more, there was a divine punishment coming from the storm at that time."

Caterina Pellet, who was wearing a holy white robe, said in a calm tone.

"It's really miserable. I hope the next time I hear her name, we won't be asked to recycle her characteristics."

The lady in a black palace dress' sighing words were mixed with unabashed schadenfreude, and she seemed to be happy to see the miserable experience of her companion.

Catalina neither agreed nor objected to her words, she just walked slowly forward in this dark and unreal mirror world.

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

".Spirit world!.When?"

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

There stands a bronze door that fades away quickly, is covered with mysterious patterns, and is filled with an indescribable smell. On the inside of the door is a dark and unreal mirror world.

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

The roots of Katarina's hair that was scattered freely behind her were twisted, swollen and fluttering, and they were intertwined like little snakes dancing in the air.

There were jet-black illusory flames flying around the beautiful woman wearing a black palace dress, floating gently with the hem of her skirt, like an extension of the black palace dress on her body.

Just as soon as there was movement, woo~woo! The sound exploded in their ears, and an inexplicable, violent wind surged around them, which seemed to come from reality, but also seemed to come from illusion.

The wind blew from all directions with various strong or depressed wills. Catalina and the lady in the black palace dress trembled uncontrollably, as if something extremely terrifying had befallen them, and their bodies , mind and spirit are all in a state of uncontrollability.

An invisible transparent breath suddenly penetrated the spiritual 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, their spiritual bodies seemed to be pierced, and they were unable to even scream in pain.

The black illusory flames were constantly swaying, then suddenly extinguished, and the dark snake shapes dancing in the air also twisted, as if consciousness that was not their own was born, and began to entangle and attack each other.

There are all kinds of thoughts in their minds, sometimes they are impulsive, sometimes they retreat, sometimes they are brave, sometimes they are afraid.

These complicated thoughts prevent them from making correct judgments and actions. At the same time, their souls are contaminated with various thoughts that seem to come from the heart, creating a strong self-destructive tendency and wanting to tear or destroy them right now. itself.

In the sea of ​​collective subconscious that cannot be observed by the naked eye, a terrifying storm of fear and panic takes shape in an instant.

The nearby "sea surface" is constantly surging with huge waves, filled with layers of light and shadow, carrying various complex and chaotic consciousnesses that hit the islands of consciousness of the two immortal witches again and again, effectively destroying their spiritual barriers and combining fear and Panic filled their hearts forcefully.

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

"...Audience." She opened her mouth slightly and murmured. Her eyes were slightly absent-minded, and there seemed to be layers of illusions in front of her eyes.

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

In the mist, a huge figure would streak across from time to time. They had huge wings shaped like bat wings, like giant dragons in myths and legends.

"Is this a dream?"

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

These "cobwebs" were not stable, they were constantly shaking and trembling, just like her emotions, which were 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 spiritual storm.

The strong self-destructive tendency made her tremble uncontrollably. The transparent threads around her broke one after another, and the dark flames flickered out and then sprang up again and again. Catalina collapsed and fell to the ground. She squeezed her head hard with both hands. It seemed that only the severe pain could make her feel at ease.

At the moment when her spirit was about to collapse, a huge, warm, and indescribable consciousness came over her.

The plagues that were raging on the island of consciousness and the spiritual world seemed to have met their true master, surrendered instantly, and tried to reversely infect the ancient dragon who created them.

"Plagues and viruses are within my authority."

A voice that sounded like charm, like whispering, like mocking echoed in this dreamland.

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

She recalled the fight between herself and her attempt to break through the limitations of the dream. It was clearly an attack between the two of her.

What a terrifying audience. From the very beginning, before we knew it or even entered the spiritual world, we had already entered His trap. This must be an angel, the angel of the audience!

As her thoughts swirled around her, she saw the surrounding clouds dissipate, and a majestic figure came into view.

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

The dragon king who once ruled the sky is a myth from ancient times, the "Dragon of Fantasy" Angelweed.

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

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

Just by looking at it, their minds became confused, their thoughts became uncontrollably distorted, and all kinds of thoughts that had just been suppressed began to grow in their hearts again, and a strong, destructive impulse swept through their minds.

"Don't look, don't listen."

"This is all false and does not need to be believed."

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

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

This consciousness seems to come from themselves and is higher than themselves. It skillfully and forcefully directly crushes and crushes the consciousness and emotions that are caused by pollution.

"Gu Long. Why do you want to intervene?"

This coming consciousness seemed to want to negotiate, but what responded to him was the emergence of another figure.

This is another giant dragon. Different from the gray one seen by the audience, it has brass-colored scales with many complicated and strange lines on them, like solidified mercury.

Compared to the spiritual dragon, his figure is slender and lighter. His pupils were filled with light blue light, appearing cold and rational, full of wisdom.

As the figure of the giant dragon emerged, a little bit of brassy light emerged around it, moving quickly, outlining one mysterious symbol after another.

"Dragon of Wisdom?"

The consciousness that descended on this dreamland, on Catalina and Clarisse, hesitated, and His voice was filled with doubts and questions.

After a moment, the giant brass dragon's eyes moved slightly and seemed to become more agile. The aura of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster spread along his body, instantly filling the entire dream, as if it was about to engulf the entire dream. The dream world is enclosed within oneself.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 374 Ending and Communication (Additional update for Wui Xiaoping)

The brassy shimmer fills the air, forming a pair of illusory eyes. They can see the weaknesses of all structures, and can also directly create weaknesses.

As the dim light spread, pairs of eyes appeared, and part of the consciousness of the original witch who came to this dreamland was directly expelled.

As the consciousness of the original witch dissipated, the layers of dreams surrounding her, like a maze, quickly shattered as if they had reached the limit they could bear.

In the spiritual world, a gray figure poked out from the spiritual world. It was a huge dragon claw covered with thick gray scales. The mysterious symbols engraved on the scales directly plunged Catalina and Clarisse who saw it. Absence.

Their thoughts once again fell into complex and crazy thoughts, and it was difficult to control their bodies to react, and it was even difficult to even think.

The dragon's claws directly grabbed the gray-white stone statue bound by invisible transparent silk threads. Under the power of the dragon, those silk threads were as fragile as marshmallows and were easily torn apart.

The gray-and-white stone statue was dragged directly into the spiritual world, leaving only the two witches who had fallen into insanity. In the spiritual world, they were locked in an anxious battle with the consciousness invading themselves.

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

As time went by, their mental state gradually improved, and the figure hidden deep in the island of their consciousness completely lost its characteristics that were inconsistent with their own, completely disguised as a part of their self-awareness.

Above the gray mist, inside the magnificent ancient palace.

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

"Is this the end?"

He originally expected to see an exaggerated battle between high sequences. At least, it would be more spectacular than the previous battles in Bayam.

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

"The place where they fight is in the mind and dreams, beyond our observation."

"Although I couldn't directly observe the battle just now, I could sense that the original witch's will had arrived, and it gave me a familiar feeling. Perhaps it was because the original witch and the God of Death had been allies."

"At the same time, there was another existence of the same level that came to the will. I don't know who it is, and I can't observe who it is."

"There is a high probability that he is the God of Knowledge. Angelweed can easily weave the former Dragon of Wisdom in his dreams, and that person can use this to descend into part of his consciousness."

The prophet clone leaned on the high-backed chair and spoke his guess in a deep voice.

The cooperation between the Dragon of Fantasy and the Dragon of Wisdom always has a precarious feeling, as if they will stab each other at the next moment.

Klein complained silently in his mind.

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

Klein followed his intuition and saw that the crimson star representing Angelweed was constantly expanding and contracting. How did he contact me when there was no prayer sound?

While his thoughts were floating around, Klein turned his head to look at Azik and said in a deep voice:

"The 'Dragon of Utopia'."

"Don't worry, here, even the angels can't see your true and false. And, I'm here too."

Azik chuckled and nodded at Klein.

After receiving Azik's affirmative reply, Klein felt relieved. This time he did not plan to communicate with the 'Dragon of Fantasy' through the gray fog again.

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

Just like when he pulled Azik before, he felt a resistance. It seemed that as long as the other party was willing, he could directly refuse his pulling behavior.

Angelweed responded to Klein's pull with almost no hesitation. A burst of crimson light rose, and his figure instantly appeared above the gray fog.

He still maintains the form of a huge dragon. He does not appear too huge in this magnificent ancient palace, but is just right. It seems that this palace was originally prepared for such a huge creature. Angelweed looked around with his pale golden vertical pupils. After seeing that the several figures sitting here were all in human form, he shook his head slightly. The figures were instantly transparent and quickly shrank and deformed.

A burst of gray light flashed across, and He had transformed into an old man with a gray beard and hair, and pale gold eyes. He was wearing a gray robe, and his angular features were more majestic. He was tall, about 1.9 meters tall and close to 2 meters tall. height.

He glanced at everyone without trace, and then found an empty high-backed chair on Azik's left side and sat down.

After sitting down, he turned sideways and faced Klein who was at the top, his figure already shrouded in gray mist. His voice was gentle, not like the former dragon king, but more like a kind old man next door and said:

"'The Fool'? I am the ancient dragon Arihog, and I am also the former 'Dragon King' Angelweed."

He is worthy of being an angel in the audience's path. All his words and deeds are just right, and there is no unnecessary emotion due to the gap in his identity. However, he seems to prefer others to call him Eric Hogg. This is the identity of him. Will the impact come?

While thinking about it, Kleinyou then leaned back on the chair and spoke in a calm tone that put the other person on the same level as himself:

"Yes."

"Grossell's Travels will be handed over to you later. As for my promise, it can be fulfilled at any time."

Angelweed nodded slightly and said:

"I'm not in a hurry to take back Levished. It contains the pollution from the Sea of ​​Chaos that I sealed. I can't solve this part of the pollution now."

So I hope you can have my promise in exchange for helping you solve the pollution problem of the Sea of ​​Chaos? It should not only be pollution, but also contain some 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 Sea of ​​Chaos, but I still need to reclaim some authority."

"Otherwise, it will only destroy that part of your power along with the pollution."

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

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

"Even if you find it, it's probably a trap left by Amon."

There is really no way around Amon. Klein sighed silently in his heart, and then said without any change in his tone:

"No need to worry about traps."

If you really get the characteristics, you only need to smash the characteristics and then reassemble them. No traps will be used. Anyway, Amon can't directly invade the gray fog.

Klein's calm response took on another meaning in Angelweed's eyes. He was very confident and thought that Amon could not snatch the Source Castle from him because he himself was the Source Castle?

The sequence, characteristics and uniqueness of the three paths of Error, Door and Fool are all recognized by Amon and Bethel. Their true power is probably inferior to Amon, but their status is higher than Amon. Coupled with the home field advantage here, he is not afraid of Amon.

Calling himself "The Fool", he wants to start from the path of the Fool and first recover a complete set of authority. The third secret servant trait that Fregra has never been able to find has been on the Source Castle and is controlled by the activated Source Castle. With?

While thinking, his eyes fell on Azik on the right. Antigonus, the death consul of the former Balam Empire, happened to be sealed by the goddess of the night. He wanted to reach a certain tacit understanding with the goddess of the night and use the found Relics of Death in exchange for Antigonus?

Seeing Angelweed's eyes falling on him, Azik looked back with confusion and asked in a curious tone:

"You seem to know me?"

Angelweed's gaze stayed for a moment before he nodded gently and said:

"The former Death Archon of the Balam Empire managed the earthly empire for the God of Death."

"You don't seem to be in good condition? Have you lost your memory?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 375 "Death" Card

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

Angelweed shook his head slightly, reached out and stroked his gray beard and said:

"I don't know, it's just a guess based on your reaction, which is something every viewer is good at."

"However, I have some guesses about your state. This may be related to the arrangements left by the God of Death. Are you his direct descendant or an angel of this path? You are the best carrier for his resurrection and return."

"Moreover, since the death of the God of Death, the uniqueness of this path has been lost. No matter the night or Badheir, they have not been able to find this uniqueness."

".Uniqueness." Azik lowered his head, his brows gradually furrowed. His head felt a little swollen and painful, but he couldn't think of anything more.

Seeing that Azik was deep in thought, Angelweed again focused his attention on Klein at the top of the mottled long table. He asked with slight confusion:

"The Beloved One of Knowledge has not really died yet. Where do I need to put his stone statue?"

Klein resisted his subconscious impulse to turn his head to look at the prophet's clone, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Sacrifice directly to me."

He was worried that the witch sect or some of the dragon king's tricks might remain on the gray-white stone statue, so it would be safer to take it above the gray mist and purify it first.

"Okay." Angelweed nodded slightly and responded with a smooth tone, as if he had already guessed what the other party would say.

His eyes lingered on the prophet's clone for a moment, and he nodded to him with a smile, then withdrew his gaze.

Klein tapped the edge of the table twice with his fingers again, and said in a calm voice:

"Just stop here. If you need to, you can just recite my name."

Angelweed then stood up from the high-backed chair, looked around, and saw two other figures standing up like him. He said in a calm voice to the figure at the top shrouded in gray mist:

"Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!" Klein responded with a leisurely attitude.

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

As Angelweed left, the prophet clone and Azik sat down again. They looked at each other, with more or less smiles on their lips.

Klein took the lead in dispersing the gray fog that shrouded his body, looked at Azik and asked with concern:

"Mr. Azik, do you know the whereabouts of the uniqueness of the Death Path? This may be related to the reason why you have repeatedly lost your memory?"

Azik shook his head slightly, and said with a little confusion in his words:

"I don't know. Maybe I can know the reason after I have recovered all my memories."

"I have an intuition that this Dragon King's guess is most likely true."

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

"The uniqueness of the God of Death is left in the violent sea, but I don't know where exactly. Maybe you can sense it after retrieving your memory and getting related items."

"Related items?" Azik frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

The prophet clone nodded slightly and said:

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

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

Klein leaned on the back of his chair and crossed his hands naturally. Information about the "Hell Admiral" came to mind:

"Admiral of Hell" Ludwell, whose flagship is the "Black Tulip" and has a bounty of 55000 pounds. He was once a subordinate of the King of the Five Seas and later became independent. He is associated with the "Spiritual Order" and has the highest bounty among the seven generals. , the strongest, cruel and bloodthirsty.

I definitely can't beat him, at least I need to be promoted to Secret Puppet Master... Or, directly call Klein. He glanced at Azik's good prophet clone beside him, and calmly restrained his thoughts.

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

"I have a hunch that I need to wait until I am in a better condition to do this."

Klein stared at Azik curiously and asked:

"why?"

"That 'Admiral of Hell' is probably just a Sequence Five Beyonder. Even if he has the ring left behind by the 'God of Death', he shouldn't pose a danger to you, right?"

Azik shook his head slightly and said without much emotion in his voice:

"I'm not very sure. It's just an intuition. Maybe there are other things involved that are accompanied by dangers."

Other things? Does it mean the uniqueness of the God of Death? Did the God of Death make some leftover arrangements? Klein muttered to himself in a deep voice for a while, then he set his sights on the vacant seats around the mottled long table, chuckled and said:

"Mr. Azik, I established a party with the help of the specialness here. The members come from different places and have different identities. They are all people who came here by chance and established a connection with me. Although most of them are only middle- and low-ranking people, , but it's very broad."

"If you are interested, you can join, and you can also post some tasks at the party to collect things that will help you restore your memory."

Azik nodded slightly, with a rather interested look on his face and said:

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

Klein suddenly felt confident after finding a backer. He restrained himself from raising the corners of his mouth and said with a smile:

"The meeting time is every Monday at 3 p.m. Backlund time. I will inform you before each meeting 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 long mottled table. However, the cards such as "The Fool", "The World", and "White Tower" that had been selected were not among them.

"Just this one." Azik pointed casually.

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

The prophet's clone turned his head and looked sideways. On the card was a god of death riding a white horse and wearing armor. He held high a black flag with roses in his hand, looking down at the creatures on the ground. It was the "god of death" among the twenty-two main cards. "Card.

"This card implies great change and constant renewal of self-awareness. No matter what form it ends in, welcoming the result is the beginning of a new journey."

The prophet's avatar felt something and started to analyze it.

To a certain extent, this corresponds to what happened to Mr. Azik. Therefore, when faced with the rebirth of losing memories, should Mr. Azik face the future and embrace a new life? .While thinking, Klein turned his attention to Azik.

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

"The source of essence corresponding to the path of the soothsayer, coupled with the interpretation of a prophet, this may be the revelation given by fate."

The prophet's clone leaned slightly sideways, leaning on the armrest next to the high-backed chair, and gave his opinion:

"This card also symbolizes drastic changes, saying goodbye to the past and starting a new life."

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

"You two, that's it for today. My spirit can't hold on any longer."

"Yeah." "No problem."

Azik and the prophet clones nodded at the same time, facing a burst of crimson light, and their figures suddenly disappeared above the gray mist.

(End of this chapter)