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Klein was breathing heavily, with cold sweat streaming down his temples. After just a few rounds of fighting, he was already on the verge of death several times.
The Sequence 5 Shepherd's combat power is truly terrifying. With his ever-changing extraordinary abilities, and coupled with Bishop Rose's control over flesh and blood, his attacks cannot really harm Mr. A at all.
Unless, Mr. A goes crazy and loses control and kills himself.
It is naturally impossible under normal circumstances, but if there are external incentives, there may be a chance, because the people of the Aurora Society are inherently crazy and are walking on the edge of losing control at any time.
Sure enough, the contamination in the cigarette box caused Mr. A to make a painful sound, his body began to swell, and black viscous liquid flowed down his ears and eyes.
"Haha, the method is good, but if you want to kill me just like this, don't you think it's too naive?"
Mr. A took it upon himself to cut off the part of flesh and blood contaminated by the eyeball in the cigarette box. His sinister tone made Klein's heart sink.
There was nothing in his hand that could threaten Mr. A.
The gap between a Sequence 7 magician and a Sequence 5 shepherd is really too big. It is not easy for him to survive until now.
But he would not stay and wait for death. He took steps and ran towards the center of the island.
Even though the place was destroyed by Ourolius just now, there might be something that could change his fate of death.
At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, the space began to freeze, and time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.
The expression of surprise and panic on Klein's face gradually expanded.
When he felt himself regaining consciousness and regaining control of his body, a tall figure appeared in the air in front of him and he didn't know when it would arrive.
He has bare feet, a handsome face, and a pair of eyes like abyss that can swallow people's sight mercilessly. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, as if he has encountered something interesting.
Klein's breathing was rapid, and his heart was completely cold.
A Mr. A can already suppress him and beat him.
The arrival of a terrible enemy made him give up the idea of continuing to escape.
The succession of hope and despair really echoed the words Will sent to him before leaving, "This is a bumpy and rugged journey."
The originally fierce-looking Mr. A next to him now lowered his eyebrows and looked at the mysterious visitor with admiration.
Could it be another angel?
Klein's heart was full of bitterness, how long had it been?
The Port of Bansi encountered the arrival of the Storm Lord, and now met two angels one after another. Such a fate is not only rough and bumpy.
Sure enough, he should stay in Backlund and not go out at will.
Hastur looked at Klein, who had the word despair written all over his face, and slowly said: "A traveler who is stranded on a deserted island, your experience is really wonderful."
"..."
In response, Klein could only respond with silence.
"Lord, he is a member of the Nighthawks of the Church of the Night. He somehow ended up on this island from Backlund." Mr. A gave a brief introduction.
host?
A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Klein's mind, followed by the roar of thunder, which made the hair on his body stand on end and he stood stiffly on the spot.
The only existence that can be called Lord by Mr. A of the Aurora Society is the true Creator!
The mysterious person in front of me turned out to be the evil god known as the True Creator!
No wonder the angels of fate, Ourolius and Mr. A, are both on this ship.
I have broken into the Aurora Society's lair!
Klein's mouth was dry and he couldn't say a word for a while.
The already despairing mood fell completely into a bottomless abyss.
But the death he was waiting for did not come as expected. Instead, he heard a sentence, "Take him with you."
“Do the will of the Lord.”
"??"
Klein's mind was filled with questions. Did the other party let him go so easily?
"The gift of fate needs to be repaid in the future."
The mysterious man who was suspected of being the true creator left here with his last words.
A gift from destiny?
Klein's heart sank. Did he say these words to himself?
Or are you talking about it for your future self?
He always felt that when the other person looked at him, it was as if he was looking through the self in front of him at another self that had not yet appeared.
Although I don't understand it, it is always a good thing to leave this uninhabited island.
“There is no second gift from the Lord.”
Mr. A’s voice was cold and stern, and he urged Klein to board the boat with a straight face, and set rules for him. Before leaving the boat, he could only stay in the stern area of the boat, and was not allowed to set foot in other places.
Klein had no objection to this. He was still thinking about what the mysterious man said just now.
From the first moment He saw Him, it was as if He had seen through His origins and future destiny. The feeling was like lying naked on the bed and being looked down upon by others, with not even a single hair able to be hidden.
Klein shook his head, getting rid of these thoughts, and turned to worry about Will's situation.
The strength of Ouroleus, the Angel of Destiny, is absolutely terrifying, and I don’t know if Will can avoid this disaster.
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Backlund.
It's been a long time since Will entered Hastur's dream through the paper crane.
"You started sleeping during the day. Did you encounter something urgent?"
Will was wearing Intis-style casual clothes and looked slightly taller than when Hastur left Backlund.
"You're going to be in trouble."
"Oh, as long as you don't bother me, I won't have any trouble."
Hasta raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yes, then I won't bother you anymore. I wish you good luck in the future."
"Wait a minute." Will hurriedly stopped in front of Hastur, with a flattering smile on his face, "We haven't contacted him for a long time, so I'll just stay and chat more."
"Then let's talk about what new ice cream products Backlund has in the near future."
"..."
Will sighed and said, "I'm still a kid, do you want to compete with me?"
"Tsk, they are all old people who have lived for who knows how many years."
Hastur joked, and told Will what happened that Ourolius was on his way to Backlund, and specifically told him that Ourolius was already sure that he was hiding in Backlund.
Will frowned and complained: "Could it be you who sold me to that stupid snake?"
"Besides me, don't you have contact with other people?"
Hastur did not speak too clearly.
"Oh, he was the one who caused the rough fate, but why did he turn to be implicated in me?" Will's young face sighed like an eighty-year-old man, "I have to play hide-and-seek with that stupid snake again, how annoying it is. .”
Seeing that Will didn't care much, Hastur ended his dream.
In the Palace of Stars, Hastur began to think about how to deal with Klein's matter.
Now that Ourolius is heading to Backlund, it is a good opportunity to let Klein go.
Just before letting him go, you can chat with him for a while and give him a beating to make him act more cautiously in the future.
Had he not happened to meet him this time, Klein would have either died in the hands of Ouroleus or Mr. A.
If this is the case, I don’t know whether the Lord of Mysteries will awaken directly from Klein’s body, or whether he will re-inject a new test object from the Source Castle.
……
At night, the stars are shining brightly in the sky.
The waves that surged during the day have gradually subsided, becoming quiet and gentle.
Klein sat at the stern of the boat, holding back his hunger, holding a fishing rod and looking at the buoy on the sea surface.
I don’t know if it’s a problem with the bait, but this fish just refuses to take the bait.
If no fish takes the bait, he will have to starve for another day.
Since boarding the ship, Mr. A has been guarding the cabin door every day to prevent him from sneaking in, and he is not allowed to leave the stern of the ship and out of sight.
At first he thought this was a good thing, at least his life was somewhat protected.
But Mr. A ignored him, let alone helped him prepare food.
He didn't dare to go above the gray mist in front of Mr. A and let Miss Justice deliver delicious food.
I can only carefully pick up the fishing rod next to me, trying to meet my basic food needs through fishing.
But this fish just refused to take the bait.
In his previous life, he often saw the fisherman's empty talk on some social networks.
I hope that one day I will become a qualified air force officer.
Mr. A, who was guarding the cabin door, opened his eyes and glanced at Klein, with a hint of ridicule on his lips.
Those who cannot survive deserve to be hungry.
During his time on the boat, he basically ate once every few days. He only needed some fish blood, which was enough to sustain his daily consumption.
His fishing is very simple. He uses his own meat as bait and can easily catch a fish weighing more than ten kilograms.
They eat their own flesh and drink their own blood, which is fair enough.
thump!
The sound of falling into the water came suddenly, and Mr. A glanced at the stern of the boat again. Klein, who was still fishing, was nowhere to be seen.
He didn't get up to look for it, and he didn't care if Klein escaped at this time.