Chapter 490: A sneak attack on the old man Zaratul

In the foggy town, Klein had overcome his initial suspicion and began to carefully explore the town. Apart from himself, no other normal people were found here.

But judging from some remaining traces of life here, this place was once inhabited intermittently, and the architectural style here is very similar to the ancient ruins on the main peak of the Honachis Mountains.

Ancient, mysterious, strange, and yet it carries an aura that makes him excited.

This place definitely has a deep connection with the path of fortune tellers.

What is the relationship between the Hornachis Mountains and the goddess?

According to historical records, there used to be a kingdom of night here, and the one who dominated this place was honored as the Mother of Heaven.

Could it be that the Mother of Heaven was once the incarnation of the Goddess of Night who walked the earth?

Is this the site of the kingdom of God abandoned by the Goddess of Night?

Klein continued to explore everything here with many questions in mind. Although he encountered some dangers in the process, he overcame them one by one.

During this period, he gradually understood the purpose of this foggy town. This should be a prison built by the Goddess of Night.

Some enemies of the Church of Evernight, or people who angered the Goddess of Evernight, were imprisoned in this small town like himself by the figure with dull eyes using an eraser-like power.

The only way to survive in there is to resort to cannibalism, whether it is due to the impending exhaustion of spiritual power or the madness accumulated from being imprisoned for so long.

The people who still exist here have, in a sense, become alienated monsters.

Until he came to the center of the foggy town, in front of the old church.

The faint calling comes from this.

Klein finally understood why the Goddess of Night teleported him here. It must be so that he could explore the church.

But judging from the reactions of the remaining survivors around, this place is obviously the most dangerous place in the entire foggy town.

Klein did not enter the church immediately. He first took out Will's paper crane and the time spell that Hastur gave him from his jacket pocket.

Will's paper cranes have lost their effect here. He can't communicate with Will through the paper cranes, nor can he borrow the power of the mercury snake.

However, the time spell with a starry sky drawn on the back that Hastur gave was still flashing with a thin layer of starlight.

It only needs a little spiritual stimulation to bring out its original effect.

This made Klein feel a little more at ease. He put Will's paper cranes back into his pocket and placed the time spell on the palm of his right hand so that he could activate it at any time.

He looked up at the old, dilapidated church. According to Hastur's previous reminder, Zaratul should be inside.

Could it be that Zaratul was really imprisoned here by the Goddess of Night?

If so, wouldn't the Goddess of Night have firmly controlled the entire path of fortune-tellers?

No matter which Beyonder on the Path of Diviner, if they want to be promoted to a higher sequence, they must obtain the permission of the Goddess of Night.

A fortune teller raised by the night.

"Why does it feel like raising a cat?"

Klein muttered a few words, and his fear of the Goddess of Night deepened.

At this time, the crows flying around the spire of the ancient church opened their mouths and made "wa wah wah" sounds.

It sounds like a group of babies crying, which makes people feel creepy deep in their hearts.

The crimson moon in the sky took on a very darker color, and the surrounding buildings, including the shadows they cast, seemed to come alive.

A terrifying and eerie atmosphere instantly filled the entire foggy town. Klein had the illusion that he was in the mouth of some monster and that the only safe house was the church in front of him.

The church door was closed. He gently pushed it open with his hands and walked in as if his steps were out of control.

The light of the Crimson Moon was blocked by the church. Everything here seemed to have returned to normal, but not quite normal.

In the air above the church, within the visible area, there were figures hanging one after another.

All are human!

Some of them were wearing black classical robes, some were wearing brown jackets, and some were wearing fluffy skirts. Among them were men and women, old and young.

If there is anything they have in common, they are all like bacon being dried, hung from a high place, with their heads drooping, their eyes rolled back, and their shriveled bodies swaying in the breeze.

This scene made Klein's scalp tingle. He pressed his back against the wall, his eyes full of vigilance.

When a cold wind blew inside the church, the swaying and hanging bodies turned at the same time, all facing Klein, with their mouths open, making sounds that were almost like mumbling.

"Honakis...Fregera..."

These whispers echoed and overlapped back and forth in the not-so-large interior of the church, like waves crashing on the sea.

Gradually, a touching melody was added, causing Klein's heart to tremble slightly.

Every time he took a potion to advance, he would vaguely hear this muttering. He originally thought that this might be a piece of broken knowledge left in the potion, or the influence of a high-sequence extraordinary person on a low-sequence extraordinary person.

Just like Mr. Men's full moon mumbling.

Now he understood that the source of all these mumblings was the corpses in this ancient church!

Not only was my scalp tingling, my whole body was shaking.

Klein took a few deep breaths to steady himself and avoid losing control due to his mumbling.

He first did a simple divination with the gold coins, then tapped his teeth lightly, opened his spiritual vision, and looked at the corpses in the air.

All I saw were illusory black lines extending from behind them, continuously extending towards the highest point of the ancient church.

They are like puppets suspended by spiritual strings.

The spiritual thread belonging to one's own body is also floating in that direction, as if that is the destination of all spiritual threads and a black hole that swallows everything.

Are these people all extraordinary people on the path of fortune tellers?

If I can't get out of here, will I end up becoming another piece of dried bacon?

Klein was shocked and bit his tongue. The slight pain made him regain his consciousness and he quickly began to control his spirit thread to prevent himself from becoming the next piece of dried bacon to be hung up.

After controlling his spiritual thread, Klein continued to walk deeper into the church.

He saw the god that this church worshipped.

It was a dark altar, and on the altar stood a stone statue.

Its overall appearance is that of a human female, but two animal legs grow from its ribs and waist, covered with short, thick, and hard black hair.

The stone statue is surrounded by a thin black band, and there are sleeping souls under its feet. They are guarding the stone statue as if they are surrounding their mother.

When Klein's eyes swept across the face of the stone statue, his heart couldn't help but tremble again.

Because the face of the stone statue was exactly the same as the eraser angel who had previously sent him to this place.

Honakis, the kingdom of night, the mother of heaven, the eraser angel, the goddess of night...

Klein suddenly felt that the Goddess of Night was the boss behind all the coincidences he had experienced!

No way?

During my growth, the Goddess of Night has always helped me, even treating me as a follower of Night, and asked Ms. Arianna to help me.

But excessive attention and help often mean some kind of plan that you cannot understand.

I can't believe in the kindness of the gods.

After a long silence, Klein discovered that there was a figure that was not suspended in the air diagonally behind the stone statue.

He was an old man wearing a black robe and a hood, with his head lowered and his eyes closed. The white beard around his face was long and thick, as if it had not been trimmed for decades.

At first glance, the old man looks a bit like the legendary wizard Gandalf.

Klein also discovered that the reason why the other party was not hung up and turned into dried bacon was because the thread of his spiritual body was outside his body, wrapped around in a circle, connected from beginning to end.

What a great way to combat the dangers of this place.

Klein also tried to control his spiritual thread to form a circle outside his body. When the end was connected, he deliberately tied a knot. Sure enough, his spiritual thread no longer floated upwards.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of dark eyes slowly opening in front of him. This old man who looked like Gandalf was actually still alive!

Klein subconsciously took a step back and clenched the time spell in his hand. He had a hunch that the old man in front of him was Zaratul, whom Hastur had reminded him to be careful of!

"Finally, another fortune teller has come here." The old man wearing a black hood said in a vague and low voice.

He was like a living fossil, and at this moment, the stone surface outside his body was dispersing and he began to revive.

At the same time, Klein felt the palm of his right hand getting hot.

Then his right hand seemed to be out of control and slapped forward suddenly.

Obviously, he was still quite a distance away from the old man, at least three body lengths, but his slap actually landed on the old man's cheek with a very crisp sound, and even the old man's head tilted to the other side.

Klein was stunned.

Zaratul, who was preparing his speech, was also stunned.

Seeing the bright red slap mark gradually creeping onto Zaratul's face, and the cheek flesh still trembling, Klein swallowed with a trembling heart, subconsciously hid his right palm behind his back, and took a few steps back.

Silence, silence is the stillness after a slap.

The heat in Klein's right palm had dissipated. It was the time spell that Hastur had given him.

This is not a time spell at all, it is a space spell. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to hit Zaratul's face.

Zaratul, leader of the Secret Order, descendant of the great nobles of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch, the previous owner of the Antigonus family notebook, the navigator of Emperor Roselle's extraordinary path, a true high-sequence diviner, and a secret existence as a Sequence 2 Miracle Master one or two hundred years ago...

Such a person, without any warning, was suddenly slapped hard by himself...

Even now, Klein still felt the pain in his palm. That slap was really too heavy.

Mr. Hastur really has a bad taste!

Zaratul, who was sitting behind the stone statue, was silent for a while, but his eyes gradually became sharper and he looked at Klein's right hand hidden behind his back.

Just now when Klein suddenly rushed over, he suddenly felt that time and space were imprisoned by some force, and the slap seemed to have crossed the distance of space and hit his old face hard. Although he did not feel any pain, he felt very uncomfortable.

The main reason was that I was caught off guard and was ambushed, otherwise that slap would not have been able to successfully land on my old face.

Could it be Him?

Blasphemer Amon?

Among the people he knew, only Amon, who was the head of a family, liked such pranks the most.

Maybe Amon deliberately hid a trick on this young man, and then took advantage of him not paying attention to slap him in the face.

Oh, this is extremely bad behavior.

"Please forgive my offensive behavior just now. It was beyond my control, and it was not my intention." Klein took the initiative to apologize, breaking the silence here.

"Young man, I believe you are not that kind of person, but should you tell me about this?"

"Before I came here, I met a black-haired young man wearing a monocle. He said that my fate would be very up and down recently. When I asked him for a solution, he handed me a talisman, saying that it could protect my safety at a critical moment."

Klein naturally put the blame on Amon. Otherwise, he couldn't just betray Hastur like that, right?

Ha, it is indeed Him, the Blasphemer Amon!

Zaratul smiled amiably after hearing this, "It seems that this is really just a misunderstanding. Can you let me help you look at the spell? An old man like me who has experienced the baptism of time may be able to see the true use of the spell, so that you won't lose control again next time and cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

Klein wanted to find a reason to refuse, but the talisman in his palm suddenly became hot again, as if signaling him to hand the talisman to Zaratul in front of him.

Such behavior made Klein reasonably suspect that Hastur was watching every move happening here through a screen.

"All right."

Klein reluctantly agreed, stretched out his right hand hidden behind his back, and removed the time charm on his palm.

Zaratul did not let Klein hand the talisman to him immediately. Instead, he looked at the talisman that suddenly slapped him from a certain distance.

"A hidden power, no wonder it can be concealed."

Zaratul murmured, and then carefully observed the twisted lines on the talisman.

"Let me see the back of this talisman."

He couldn't see much just from these distorted lines on the front.

Klein obediently turned the talisman over, and the starry sky was glowing slightly.

"Starry sky...the goddess of night?" Zaratul seemed to be in some kind of confusion.

When Klein heard this murmur, he had a general understanding of the state of Zaratul in front of him.

The old man in front of him should be an incarnation of Zaratul, and this incarnation has been here for a long time. Under the authority of the Goddess of Night, he cannot get in touch with the outside world at all.

Therefore, when it comes to interpreting the starry sky, He could only guess the goddess of night, and could not associate it with the stars that had just appeared recently.

Did Hastur anticipate this and therefore feel comfortable showing the talisman to Zaratul?

"Your generosity and honesty make me believe that you are not someone who would do such a rude thing as you just did."

Chara figure had an answer and withdrew his gaze.

Klein also pasted the talisman back on the palm of his right hand.

"This spell does contain some kind of magical power, including secrecy, time, order, and the starry sky... It should be able to separate a piece of starry sky and protect the holder."

Zaratul first affirmed the effect of the spell, and then raised his low voice slightly, "But this spell also contains the effects of tracking and positioning. It can be seen that the person who gave you this spell is not so kind. He wants to achieve a certain purpose through you."

At this point, Zaratul's eyes lit up and his expression was slightly moved.

Positioning, tracking, was this specifically aimed at his true self?

But was such an obvious trick really the work of Amon?

Moreover, Amon probably hasn't found Pales yet, and he's still some distance away from becoming a god, let alone dealing with himself first.

Marked prey?

Zaratul thought of a possibility. With Amon's mischievous mentality, he might want to scare and disgust him in this way.

Seeing that Zaratul hadn't responded for a long time, Klein took the initiative to ask, "After talking for so long, I still don't know how to address you?"

Zaratul paused, then smiled vaguely and said, "You can call me, um..."

"Zaratul."

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