As the crimson moonlight suddenly dimmed, corresponding thoughts suddenly popped up in Klein's mind:
The red moon was covered by the fog again!
As soon as his thoughts emerged, all the figures coming and going outside the dark curtain disappeared, as if they were evaporated, and the sounds of the beasts roared abruptly.
The environment here has returned to its previous state... The Desperate Witch Panatia can act normally again... Mr. A no longer has to worry about the danger outside, he can attack wildly and prey on prey... Klein made a judgment instantly, raised his right index finger and lit the leaves of a tree dozens of meters away with a snap.
He wanted to distance himself from Mr. A to avoid further infection of the disease, and at the same time decide whether to venture into the ancient church depending on the situation.
For the current situation, Klein already has a preliminary plan, which is to try to divert Panatia's attention with Mr. A, who has diverse abilities and great strength. For the latter, there is no essential difference between the Shepherd and the Secret Master in terms of flesh, and they can fill their stomachs. It is certain that whoever is easier to capture will be dealt with first.
At that time, a battle between the two will inevitably break out, and Klein will look for opportunities to snipe Panatia!
Just as the red fire surged up and enveloped Klein's figure, he saw Mr. A turn into a shadow again, blending into the surrounding environment, and wondering where he had sneaked away.
Run... Run...Aren't you Mr. A who is crazy about doing things?Shouldn't you continue chasing your prey?Why did he run away... Klein's eyes sterned and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
His figure disappeared into the flame stream and appeared in the firelight dozens of meters away.
Klein just jumped out of the flames, his forehead was hot again, his lungs became heavy, and his breathing was severe and difficult.
plague!
The witch of despair The plague of Panatia spreads!
In Klein's eyes, the bright girl in a pure white robe had floated in the air at some point and walked towards him step by step.
At Panatia's feet are spider webs made of transparent fine lines, which connect with the surrounding houses and trees, covering half of the street.
In the eyes of this demigod-level witch, the strong sense of hunger had faded away, and there was no obvious blood red. The eyes of German Sparrow were a little crazy and joking, as if they wanted to make the other party lose the ability to resist little by little, and experience the deepest, most painful despair.
Klein held back his cough and snapped his fingers again, causing a tree near the spire church to suddenly rise into red flames.
His figure was immediately covered with fire, fading quickly, flashing onto the tree, flashing into the gorgeous and gorgeous fireworks that swirled and swayed.
Immediately afterwards, Klein leaped to the ground and rolled quickly to the side of the ancient church.
At this moment, his body suddenly cooled down, and he saw thick ice on his feet, thighs and waist and abdomen, and the surrounding white frost was deposited and the temperature dropped sharply.
Klein gritted his teeth, controlled the horror in his heart, and according to the predetermined plan, he reached out his hands very calmly and pressed against the wall.
The squirming hunger that he wore on his left palm had become transparent!
Silently, Klein walked through the thick dark walls and entered the interior of the steeplechase.
Where he was originally in, a deep black and deep fireball was a little slower and could only hit the corner of the wall. The water rippled like waves, burning the nearby frost and weeds clean.
At this time, around the spire of the ancient church, flying crows opened their mouths:
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
Panatia stopped and looked at the dark church ahead, showing a little bit of fear.
…………
Inside the church, Klein, who was walking through the wall, was first lost by the darker environment here than outside. Then, as the frost melted, he adapted to the glimmer and could see the scene ahead clearly.
Within the range of his eyes, figures hung after figures hung in the air.
This is all human!
Some of them wore classical black robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore fluffy skirts, and some wore ragged clothes, like beggars.
Some of them have rough faces, some have profound outlines, some have delicate and beautiful facial features, some are young and cute, and there is no similarity.
No, they still have a common place, they are all like being treated with air-dried bacon, hanging from a high place, with their heads lowered, their eyes turned white and shaking.
Klein's scalp was tingling a little, and he no longer doubted Panatia and Mr. A's description of the very dangerous here.
His back was close to the wall, and he planned to open the door immediately to escape danger whenever there was a change. When he was discovered by the desperate witch, he would penetrate the wall again to avoid attacks, and repeat this to ensure safety.
Wow!
A cold wind blew in the church, and the figures and corpses hanging in the air turned at the same time, facing Klein.
Their collars seemed to be connected to ropes, and their heads were still hanging down.
Klein almost sucked in a cold air and pressed his left palm against the wall.
At this moment, the figures shaking like wind chimes, their mouths opened, making almost whispering sounds:
Hornachis…Fregra…
Hornachis…Fregra…
Hornachis…Fregra…
These sounds echoed and overlapped, forming a thread that penetrated Klein's ears, giving him an unusual sense of familiarity!
This is what he heard after the promotions several times!
It actually comes from here, from the Mist Town, and from the corpses hanging in the air in the ancient church!
At this moment, Klein not only had his scalp numb, but his whole body was trembling.
Is the roots of this misty town really at the main peak of the Hornatches Mountains...that evaporated Night Country?
I won't really go up the mountain, right?
But why does the same whisper in this church not bring about a tingling sensation on the head and a tendency to get out of control… Klein hissed, his hands spread and clenched, holding on to the urge to go out through the wall.
Since he has come here and has seen the source of the whisper, he believes that escaping may not be the solution.
No matter what, simple investigation is necessary, otherwise you won’t know what’s going on if you really have any abnormalities in your body!
After a quick divination with gold coins, Klein tapped his teeth, opened his spiritual vision, and looked at the dense figures hanging in the air. He saw that their spirituality was very restrained, and their aura seemed normal, but it gave people a dull feeling.
Have aura color... not dead yet?Klein frowned slightly and closed his spiritual vision.
Immediately afterwards, he pinched the first joint of his index finger with his left thumb twice, preparing to observe the line of the spirit body.
At first glance, Klein's pupils suddenly dilated, because the shaking figures hanging from a high place were extremely special.
Their respective illusory black lines extend out from each other's bodies, but gather in the same direction, which is the highest point of the ancient church, without exception!
In Klein's vision, they are like corpses hanging up by the thread of spirits!
Before Klein could think about what this meant, he suddenly scanned a picture from the corner of his eyes:
His own spiritual thread drifted upwards, extending to the highest point of the church, to the source where those figures were suspended!
This is the first time Klein has seen the line of spirits without anyone controlling it, he acted on his own!
They were like encountering metal from magnets, floating upwards uncontrollably, and the fastest one was about to reach their destination!
Klein dared not imagine what happened after all the lines of spirit bodies gathered, and suspected that he would become a bacon to be dried, hanging into the air, and emitted Hornages...Fregra... this murmur.
If it were most extraordinary people, they could only consider leaving the church at this moment to see if they could interrupt the process of the spiritual thread being absorbed. But Klein was different. He was a master of Secret Ode. With a thought, he directly manipulated his spiritual thread and pulled them back one by one.
After nearly thirty seconds, Klein finally completed this matter, but his spiritual body line still tends to float upwards, and he must pay attention and fight at all times.
Is this one of the hidden dangers in this ancient church?Klein took a slow breath, stopped pressing against the wall, and walked step by step into the depths of the church.
The figures above his head were shaking, as if they were looking down at him.
Walking twenty or thirty meters forward, Klein finally saw something else, which was the dark altar belonging to this church.
On the altar, there is a stone-carved statue.
After walking a few steps over there, Klein saw clearly what the statue looked like:
It is a female human image as a whole, but two animal legs grow on the ribs and waist, covered with short, thick and hard black hair.
In addition, there are black thin strips surrounding the stone statue, which are like tentacles extending out.
At the feet of this stone statue, souls were sleeping, as if surrounding its star cluster.
Klein's eyes moved, and he looked at the head of the stone statue and saw a beautiful face.
This... Klein's eyes froze.
He is not unfamiliar with that face, because he was sent here by the other party!
The face of this stone statue is exactly the same as the eraser angel underground in St. Samuel's Church!
He is actually related to this place... Yes, His erasure is to send people here, but it is not normal... What does He have to do with the Kingdom of Night in the Hornaches Mountains in the Quaternary?
That Mother of Heaven?
But if this is the case, why would He serve the church?
Moreover, such an image has certain similarities with the demon wolf described by Xiao Sun... Many doubts flashed through Klein's mind.
During this process, his gaze slowly moved away and turned to other places, looking for other possible clues.
A few seconds later, Klein discovered a figure, not hanging in the air but sitting diagonally behind the statue.
The red moon was covered by the fog again!
As soon as his thoughts emerged, all the figures coming and going outside the dark curtain disappeared, as if they were evaporated, and the sounds of the beasts roared abruptly.
The environment here has returned to its previous state... The Desperate Witch Panatia can act normally again... Mr. A no longer has to worry about the danger outside, he can attack wildly and prey on prey... Klein made a judgment instantly, raised his right index finger and lit the leaves of a tree dozens of meters away with a snap.
He wanted to distance himself from Mr. A to avoid further infection of the disease, and at the same time decide whether to venture into the ancient church depending on the situation.
For the current situation, Klein already has a preliminary plan, which is to try to divert Panatia's attention with Mr. A, who has diverse abilities and great strength. For the latter, there is no essential difference between the Shepherd and the Secret Master in terms of flesh, and they can fill their stomachs. It is certain that whoever is easier to capture will be dealt with first.
At that time, a battle between the two will inevitably break out, and Klein will look for opportunities to snipe Panatia!
Just as the red fire surged up and enveloped Klein's figure, he saw Mr. A turn into a shadow again, blending into the surrounding environment, and wondering where he had sneaked away.
Run... Run...Aren't you Mr. A who is crazy about doing things?Shouldn't you continue chasing your prey?Why did he run away... Klein's eyes sterned and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
His figure disappeared into the flame stream and appeared in the firelight dozens of meters away.
Klein just jumped out of the flames, his forehead was hot again, his lungs became heavy, and his breathing was severe and difficult.
plague!
The witch of despair The plague of Panatia spreads!
In Klein's eyes, the bright girl in a pure white robe had floated in the air at some point and walked towards him step by step.
At Panatia's feet are spider webs made of transparent fine lines, which connect with the surrounding houses and trees, covering half of the street.
In the eyes of this demigod-level witch, the strong sense of hunger had faded away, and there was no obvious blood red. The eyes of German Sparrow were a little crazy and joking, as if they wanted to make the other party lose the ability to resist little by little, and experience the deepest, most painful despair.
Klein held back his cough and snapped his fingers again, causing a tree near the spire church to suddenly rise into red flames.
His figure was immediately covered with fire, fading quickly, flashing onto the tree, flashing into the gorgeous and gorgeous fireworks that swirled and swayed.
Immediately afterwards, Klein leaped to the ground and rolled quickly to the side of the ancient church.
At this moment, his body suddenly cooled down, and he saw thick ice on his feet, thighs and waist and abdomen, and the surrounding white frost was deposited and the temperature dropped sharply.
Klein gritted his teeth, controlled the horror in his heart, and according to the predetermined plan, he reached out his hands very calmly and pressed against the wall.
The squirming hunger that he wore on his left palm had become transparent!
Silently, Klein walked through the thick dark walls and entered the interior of the steeplechase.
Where he was originally in, a deep black and deep fireball was a little slower and could only hit the corner of the wall. The water rippled like waves, burning the nearby frost and weeds clean.
At this time, around the spire of the ancient church, flying crows opened their mouths:
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
Panatia stopped and looked at the dark church ahead, showing a little bit of fear.
…………
Inside the church, Klein, who was walking through the wall, was first lost by the darker environment here than outside. Then, as the frost melted, he adapted to the glimmer and could see the scene ahead clearly.
Within the range of his eyes, figures hung after figures hung in the air.
This is all human!
Some of them wore classical black robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore fluffy skirts, and some wore ragged clothes, like beggars.
Some of them have rough faces, some have profound outlines, some have delicate and beautiful facial features, some are young and cute, and there is no similarity.
No, they still have a common place, they are all like being treated with air-dried bacon, hanging from a high place, with their heads lowered, their eyes turned white and shaking.
Klein's scalp was tingling a little, and he no longer doubted Panatia and Mr. A's description of the very dangerous here.
His back was close to the wall, and he planned to open the door immediately to escape danger whenever there was a change. When he was discovered by the desperate witch, he would penetrate the wall again to avoid attacks, and repeat this to ensure safety.
Wow!
A cold wind blew in the church, and the figures and corpses hanging in the air turned at the same time, facing Klein.
Their collars seemed to be connected to ropes, and their heads were still hanging down.
Klein almost sucked in a cold air and pressed his left palm against the wall.
At this moment, the figures shaking like wind chimes, their mouths opened, making almost whispering sounds:
Hornachis…Fregra…
Hornachis…Fregra…
Hornachis…Fregra…
These sounds echoed and overlapped, forming a thread that penetrated Klein's ears, giving him an unusual sense of familiarity!
This is what he heard after the promotions several times!
It actually comes from here, from the Mist Town, and from the corpses hanging in the air in the ancient church!
At this moment, Klein not only had his scalp numb, but his whole body was trembling.
Is the roots of this misty town really at the main peak of the Hornatches Mountains...that evaporated Night Country?
I won't really go up the mountain, right?
But why does the same whisper in this church not bring about a tingling sensation on the head and a tendency to get out of control… Klein hissed, his hands spread and clenched, holding on to the urge to go out through the wall.
Since he has come here and has seen the source of the whisper, he believes that escaping may not be the solution.
No matter what, simple investigation is necessary, otherwise you won’t know what’s going on if you really have any abnormalities in your body!
After a quick divination with gold coins, Klein tapped his teeth, opened his spiritual vision, and looked at the dense figures hanging in the air. He saw that their spirituality was very restrained, and their aura seemed normal, but it gave people a dull feeling.
Have aura color... not dead yet?Klein frowned slightly and closed his spiritual vision.
Immediately afterwards, he pinched the first joint of his index finger with his left thumb twice, preparing to observe the line of the spirit body.
At first glance, Klein's pupils suddenly dilated, because the shaking figures hanging from a high place were extremely special.
Their respective illusory black lines extend out from each other's bodies, but gather in the same direction, which is the highest point of the ancient church, without exception!
In Klein's vision, they are like corpses hanging up by the thread of spirits!
Before Klein could think about what this meant, he suddenly scanned a picture from the corner of his eyes:
His own spiritual thread drifted upwards, extending to the highest point of the church, to the source where those figures were suspended!
This is the first time Klein has seen the line of spirits without anyone controlling it, he acted on his own!
They were like encountering metal from magnets, floating upwards uncontrollably, and the fastest one was about to reach their destination!
Klein dared not imagine what happened after all the lines of spirit bodies gathered, and suspected that he would become a bacon to be dried, hanging into the air, and emitted Hornages...Fregra... this murmur.
If it were most extraordinary people, they could only consider leaving the church at this moment to see if they could interrupt the process of the spiritual thread being absorbed. But Klein was different. He was a master of Secret Ode. With a thought, he directly manipulated his spiritual thread and pulled them back one by one.
After nearly thirty seconds, Klein finally completed this matter, but his spiritual body line still tends to float upwards, and he must pay attention and fight at all times.
Is this one of the hidden dangers in this ancient church?Klein took a slow breath, stopped pressing against the wall, and walked step by step into the depths of the church.
The figures above his head were shaking, as if they were looking down at him.
Walking twenty or thirty meters forward, Klein finally saw something else, which was the dark altar belonging to this church.
On the altar, there is a stone-carved statue.
After walking a few steps over there, Klein saw clearly what the statue looked like:
It is a female human image as a whole, but two animal legs grow on the ribs and waist, covered with short, thick and hard black hair.
In addition, there are black thin strips surrounding the stone statue, which are like tentacles extending out.
At the feet of this stone statue, souls were sleeping, as if surrounding its star cluster.
Klein's eyes moved, and he looked at the head of the stone statue and saw a beautiful face.
This... Klein's eyes froze.
He is not unfamiliar with that face, because he was sent here by the other party!
The face of this stone statue is exactly the same as the eraser angel underground in St. Samuel's Church!
He is actually related to this place... Yes, His erasure is to send people here, but it is not normal... What does He have to do with the Kingdom of Night in the Hornaches Mountains in the Quaternary?
That Mother of Heaven?
But if this is the case, why would He serve the church?
Moreover, such an image has certain similarities with the demon wolf described by Xiao Sun... Many doubts flashed through Klein's mind.
During this process, his gaze slowly moved away and turned to other places, looking for other possible clues.
A few seconds later, Klein discovered a figure, not hanging in the air but sitting diagonally behind the statue.
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