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The night is a place of secrecy.
That town can be regarded as a prison built by the goddess of the night. It is located on the main peak of Honakis, and its hidden power is very strong.
The general method is that you cannot hide from the goddess of the night. If you enter there, even Klein's biggest plug-in, Source Castle, will be cut off by the hidden power.
With his current strength, he is also unable to pass through that hidden layer of shelter and follow Klein to the town.
Fortunately, he also has some of the powers of the Night Goddess, and is also good at keeping things secret.
Therefore, he used a more tricky method.
He cast a layer of the hidden power of the goddess of the night on the surface of the spell to see if he could cross the sea and enter the hidden town.
In addition to helping Klein, his spell can, most importantly, mark Zaratul.
Well, this guy once predicted himself, Audrey and Greco, trying to get the Loen royal family to target him.
This guy needs to improve his memory.
Moreover, Zhan Jian Da is a glorious tradition.
"Meow."
Azshara emerged from the shadows and landed on Hastur's lap.
"You, the little kitten, make me worry-free."
"Meow?"
"No need to understand, you just need to stay like this."
"Meow?"
Azshara glanced very guilty, not daring to raise her head to look at Hastur, and just lay quietly on Hastur's lap.
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Chapter 490: A sneak attack on the old man Zaratul (Long chapter)
In the foggy town, Klein has overcome his suspicion when he first arrived and began to explore the town carefully. Apart from him, no other normal people have been found here so far.
But judging from some traces of life left here, this place has been intermittently active, and the architectural style here is very similar to the ancient ruins on the main peak of the Honakis Mountains.
It was ancient, mysterious, weird and had an aura that made him excited.
Here, there is definitely a deep connection with the diviner path.
What is the relationship between the Honakis Mountains and the goddess?
According to textual historical records, there once was a kingdom of night here, and the being who dominated it was revered as the Mother of Heaven.
Could it be that the Mother of Heaven was once the avatar of the Night Goddess walking on earth?
Is this the former site of the Kingdom of God abandoned by the Night Goddess?
Klein continued to explore everything here with many questions. Although he encountered some dangers in the process, he was able to overcome them one by one.
During this period, he gradually understood the role of this foggy town. It should be a prison built by the goddess of the night.
Some enemies of the Church of the Night, or those who offended the goddess of the night, were imprisoned in this small town by the figure with dull eyes, using an ability similar to the power of an eraser.
If you want to survive here, the only feasible way is to "eat people", whether it is due to the need for spiritual exhaustion or the madness accumulated from being imprisoned for a long time.
The people who are still alive here are already alienated monsters in a sense.
Until he came to the old church in the center of the foggy town.
The vague call comes from this.
Klein finally understood why the goddess of the night teleported him here, probably just to let him explore this church.
But from the reactions of those who survived, it was obvious that this was 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 charm given to him by Hastur from his coat pocket.
Will's Paper Crane has lost its function here. It is impossible to communicate with Will through the Paper Crane, and it is impossible to borrow the power of the Mercury Snake.
On the other hand, the time charm with the starry sky on the back that Hastur gave me was still flashing with a thin layer of starlight.
It only needs to be lightly stimulated with spirituality to exert its original function.
This calmed Klein's mood a little. He put Will's paper crane back into his pocket and stuck the time charm in the palm of his right hand so that he could activate it at any time.
He looked up at this ancient dilapidated church. According to Hastur's previous reminder, Zarath should be inside.
Is Zaratul really imprisoned here by the goddess of the night?
If that were the case, wouldn't the goddess of the night already have firm control over the entire diviner path?
No matter which extraordinary person is on the diviner path, as long as he wants to be promoted to a higher order, he must obtain the permission of the goddess of the night.
A fortune teller fed by the night.
"Why does it feel like raising a cat?"
Klein muttered a few words, and his heart was filled with anxiety about the night.
The goddess' fear deepened.
At this time, around the steeple of the ancient church, flying crows opened their mouths and made a wah-wah-wah sound.
It sounds like a group of babies crying, which makes people feel hairy deep in their hearts.
The crimson moon in the sky became very dark, and the surrounding buildings, including the shadows they cast, seemed to come alive.
A terrifying and weird aura instantly filled the entire foggy town, and Klein had the illusion that he was in the mouth of some kind of monster, and that only the church in front of him was a safe house.
The door of the church was closed. He gently pushed open the door of the church with both hands, and walked in as if his steps were uncontrollable.
The light of the crimson moon was blocked by the church. Everything here seemed to be back to normal, but not quite normal.
In the mid-air of the church, in the area as far as the eye can see, there are 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 they really have anything in common, they are all like dried bacon, hanging from a high place, their heads drooped, their eyes rolled white, and their withered bodies swayed in the breeze.
This scene made Klein's scalp tingle, his back pressed against the wall, and his eyes full of wariness.
When a cold wind blew inside the church, the swaying and hanging bodies turned at the same time, with their faces all facing Klein, their mouths opened, and they made sounds that were almost gibbering.
"Honakis... Fregra..."
"Honakis... Fregra..."
"Honakis... Fregra..."
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 the potion to be promoted, he would vaguely hear this murmur. He originally thought it might be a part of the broken knowledge left in the potion, or a high-sequence extraordinary person vs. a low-sequence extraordinary person. influence exerted.
It's like Mr. Men's full moon rants.
Only now did he understand that the source of all these ravings was the corpses in this ancient church!
This is not just a numb scalp, but also a trembling throughout the body.
Klein took a few deep breaths to stabilize his mind and prevent himself from losing control due to these gibberings.
He first made a simple divination with gold coins, then tapped his teeth, turned on his spiritual vision, and looked at the corpses in the sky.
I saw illusory black lines extending behind them, extending towards the highest point of the ancient church.
They are like puppets suspended by spiritual threads.
The thread of my own spiritual body is also floating in that direction, as if that is the destination of all the threads of the spiritual body, a black hole that swallows everything.
Are these people all extraordinary people in the diviner path?
If I can't get out of here, my fate will be the same as
Air-dried bacon?
Klein was shocked and bit the tip of his tongue. The slight pain brought him back to his senses, and he hurriedly began to control his spiritual body's threads to prevent him from becoming the next dried bacon to be hung up.
After controlling his spiritual body's thread, Klein continued walking deeper into the church.
He saw the deity worshiped in this church.
It was a dark altar, and on the altar stood a statue carved in stone.
It looks like a human female as a whole, but two animal legs grow out of its ribs and waist, which are covered with short, thick, 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 his growth, the Goddess of Night has always provided him with help, and even regarded him as a follower of Night, and asked Ms. Arianna to come and help him.
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 his spiritual thread 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.