Villain Boss: Start from the East Undefeated

The second day, Monday.

Klein sat at the desk and began to slowly sort out everything he had experienced during this period.

From meeting Dongfang Qing to the arrival of 2-049, the battle of Riel Bieber.

And the arrival of the senior deacon of the Evernight Goddess Church.

After that, Dongfang Qing became Her Majesty the Goddess, and what happened to her when she took the time to go to the Fortune Teller Club in the past few days.

There are fortune tellers who are terminally ill, survivors of a certain disaster, and even investors who come to seek fortune-telling.

Including letters and papers to the tutor, all flowed in his mind.

Summarize things one by one, and then think about the gains and losses one by one for the places that need attention and caution.

This is a habit of his. Before and after each meeting, he will sort out his income and deepen his memory.

Keep some important things firmly in mind so that they will not be forgotten after a long time.

"Clap!"

After some memory, Klein opened his pocket watch and saw the time.

"Two fifty-five!"

Seeing that it was almost time, Klein got up and went to the window and drew the curtains.

The entire bedroom was instantly darkened.

In the darkness, Klein stood in front of the desk, holding a silver knife, inserted it into a small bowl of coarse salt, and slowly recited a spell.

"I sanctify you, Silver Blade!"

"I cleanse and purify you, and let you serve me in the ceremony!"

"..."

"In the name of the gods!"

"You are sanctified!"

This is the ritual that Old Neil taught him. At this moment, Klein is already proficient in performing it, and he can modify the direction of the spell according to his needs.

Immediately afterwards, Klein held the sterling silver blade with the tip facing outward, and began to take steps.

Every time he takes a step, an invisible force erupts from the sterling silver blade, vigorously spreading around.

This is Klein's spirituality.

Every kind of ritual magic is an indispensable power.

Only the power of spirituality and the peculiar language infused with spirituality can communicate the power of nature and make ritual magic successful.

As Klein walked around the room, forming a big circle, invisible forces gathered to form a circular mask.

Spiritual Wall.

Being able to isolate various fluctuations and sounds is an indispensable part of ritual magic.

It is also a ritual magic that hides and isolates others to prevent being discovered.

"Hmm... It can be called home travel, the necessary hidden magic!"

"I don't know if I'm going on a date here, will anyone hear me?"

After finishing everything, Klein was slightly relieved, and the thoughts in his mind subconsciously spread out, and various strange thoughts appeared.

"Don't think about it!"

Slightly gathering his thoughts, Klein took four counterclockwise steps on the spot.

Every step, the mantra is silently recited.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang God."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

After chanting the spell, Klein felt as if his whole body was rising, and his body was so light that it could be blown up by a gust of wind.

Looking down, you can still see the body standing there, motionless.

"Although I have experienced it, it is still surprising!"

Klein sighed slightly.

After an irritating spell, and through a strange septum.

A vast and boundless gray fog appeared in front of Klein's eyes.

The stone pillars are so huge that it takes several people to surround them, standing up in rows, supporting a magnificent temple.

It has a curved roof, like a rectangular hall like an emperor.

There are ancient and mottled traces, one after another incomprehensible murals, like a strange existence buried in history for countless years.

Inside the palace, there were no lamps, but it was still bright, with a hint of gloom reflected by the gray fog.

A huge long bronze table is placed in the center of the temple.

22 high-backed chairs are placed on both sides of the bronze long table, as well as the upper and lower heads.

At this moment, on the high-back chair above, a figure shrouded in gray mist sat quietly.

With a hint of majesty and mystery, it seems like an ancient god, awakened from the endless years.

His body was leaning against the back of the chair, his head was slightly hanging sideways, and his chin was propped up with one hand, looking like he was thinking.

"My appearance...is really mysterious enough!"

A moment later, Klein whispered, subconsciously stretched out his palm, and gently brushed over the crimson stars.

this moment.

The crimson stars that seemed to be in the sky instantly seemed to lose space and distance, and appeared in front of Klein's palm.

"Om..."

A burst of crimson crimson erupted, and three illusory figures appeared on both sides of the long bronze table and the lower head.

"Three?"

"Oops... I forgot the East!"

Klein's heart skipped a beat.

Dongfang once recited his honorable name, which naturally lit up a crimson star, but that was only used when he was asked to deliver food.

At other times, he had little contact with Dongfang, and he also knew that Dongfang liked to be quiet, so he never said that he wanted to attend a party.

There doesn't seem to be any demand either.

What's even more outrageous is that Dongfang knows everything about him.

"Okay... I'm going to pretend to be aggressive in front of my fellow villagers again, I hope I won't be exposed!"

Klein complained silently.

At this time, he has not tried to pull people up and then push them down, will it be successful.

Simply sit on the throne above the head and pay attention silently.

Narcissus Street, single-family villa area.

Holding a paintbrush in his hand, Dongfang was unusually focused, bit by bit outlining the various negative emotions in the sky above Iron Cross Street.

It's like drawing a bunch of dark clouds.

It also seems to outline distorted souls.

Although the time is short, Dongfang has already entered the right track of comprehending the law of life.

Negative emotions such as despair, numbness, pain, hatred, complaints, anxiety, etc., are like a part of the soul.

It was gradually penetrated by the East a little bit.

At this moment, a burst of crimson energy erupted from the drawing board in front of him, flooding Dongfang in the blink of an eye.

When the crimson energy dissipated, Dongfang's figure had already disappeared from the room.

In the magnificent temple, there are two sides and the lower head of the ancient mottled bronze long table.

The three figures gradually became clear.

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool!"

Audrey, who was also shrouded in a thin layer of gray mist with a hazy effect, bent down and saluted.

With a cheerful smile, he said, "It's a pity that there is no good wine here, otherwise I can toast to the success of your attempt."

"You are stronger than we imagined!" Alger Wilson also praised.

Be able to respond to them in ritual magic.

And it was the kind of honorable name comparable to that of a true god, so that they all understood that the fool in front of them was definitely a waking ancient existence.

Powerful comparable to a true god.

Awe-inspiring.

But the two found that the Mister Fool in front of him only nodded slightly.

His gaze was vacant, and he looked in the direction of the next head from afar.

Miss Justice Audrey and Mr. Hanged Man Alger subconsciously turned their heads and looked in the downward direction.

Then both of them were startled.

Because on the main seat at the lower head, there is also a figure sitting upright.

And that figure is not illusory, but incomparably solid, like real flesh and blood.

There is no gray mist covering the whole body, and the stunning face and figure are displayed in their eyes without any concealment.

It is like two worlds with their current state.

"Is she... suspected Mister Fool's spouse?"

"Or is it another awakened god?"

"Good guy... There are two gods participating in such a party!"

Audrey and Alger were startled, and hurriedly bowed slightly to the lower head.

Since they didn't know Dongfang's name, the two didn't know how to speak.

Dongfang was in a daze, as if he hadn't recovered yet, holding the paintbrush in his hand, but he couldn't find the familiar drawing board.

And there is a familiar gray mist around him.

A trace of the power of the fool on his body seems to be unusually agile
"This is Origin Castle... Klein pulled me up?"

"What does he want?"

A thought flashed through Dongfang's mind, and then he turned his head and stared straight at Klein, who was disguised as a god.

His eyes widened, seeming to be a little annoyed.

He had no idea at all about this party.

After all, the number of people in the party at this moment is too small, and Alger and Audrey are not strong.

Especially since I know everything about Klein.

He also never expected that Klein would directly drag him to the gray mist to attend the party.

Playing the role of a god in front of people who know their roots and bottoms?

Isn't this making yourself uncomfortable?
"Don't get angry!"

"Don't get angry!"

"Do you want to save face? We are so familiar, we are still fellow villagers!"

"It's a big deal. After the party, I'll send you more delicious food!"

Klein kept praying in his heart, if he wasn't here, he wouldn't have lost the style of a fool.

He probably put his hands together and bowed down to plead for mercy.

But after seeing Dongfang's slightly revealed anger, Klein's heart skipped a beat.

"It's over... Why didn't I pay attention and pulled her up!"

"The Fool's vest... is it going to be dropped?"

"If I let them know, the god in front of them...is actually just a Sequence Nine!"

"I don't know what will happen?"

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