Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

When Klein and the prophet clone fell into silence over the question of how to connect the spiritual world and the mirror world, Azik, who was sitting beside him, said softly:

"I have some knowledge in this area."

"Every gatekeeper can sense the entrance to the underworld and build a gate where the spiritual world overlaps with the underworld. As long as there are detailed coordinates, I can also build a gate where the spiritual world overlaps with the mirror world."

The prophet's clone rested his head on the back of the chair, stretched out his hand to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:

"Then there will be no problem."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Klein at the top and said:

"You have to move quickly. Even with the blessing of this gray mist, with your current Sequence Six body strength, it is difficult to withstand too much force."

Klein nodded slightly and then asked:

"Do I need to inform the Queen of Mystery? She is also in the Rossed Sea."

The prophet clone shook his head slightly and said:

"No, if it's time to really need help, she should be able to sense it."

Klein nodded noncommittally. He spread his spirituality, touched the crimson star representing Angelweed, and directly transferred the coordinates in the spiritual world of the ruins where Kavituwa had previously hidden.

After doing all this, he leaned directly against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to meditate, adjusting his state to the best.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, looked around, took a deep breath and said:

"let us start."

While speaking, he had already stretched out his left hand to hold the strange crown that was covered in blood and rust. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it for a while before pouring his spirituality into it.

"Soul communication" unfolded between them, and the three of them instantly connected with each other and formed a whole body.

Klein felt that his power was expanding rapidly, and every minute and every second was a qualitative improvement. He even felt that the air cannon he created at will could now reach the level of the sonic boom used by the "Sea King".

The illusion brought about by the rapid expansion of power. However, a demigod and an angel in bad condition transmitted power to me at the same time. I should be infinitely close to the angel level now.

While thinking about it, Klein saw another layer of ripples rippling behind the prophet's clone, and a ring made of countless gears emerged. He heard the other party's voice praying to him:

"The favored one of knowledge and mysteries, the wise man from the unknown, the eyes that peer into the truth, the scourge of the Rhoside Islands, the great Al Taines!"

In the state of "spiritual communication", Klein and Azik noticed the emergence of a strange connection at the same time. Following the automatic response of the honorable name, they directly located the location of Renekton in the stone statue state.

Azik glanced sideways at Klein, and after seeing the other person nod, he passed on all his strength and personality.

Klein felt that his power had expanded a little more, and it seemed that it had exceeded a certain limit. His spirit suddenly rose infinitely, and the space above the gray fog seemed to have become a part of him. He saw this gray fog. In the deepest part, at the top, there is a light door, inside.

Hiss~ A stinging burning sensation came from his hand. He came back to his senses instantly and looked at the strange crown he held in his left hand.

The rust on it has disappeared, and the mottled blood has turned into red flames that are constantly beating, as if cheering, shouting, and clamoring.

Klein's emotions became uncontrollably aroused, becoming passionate and exciting, and a boiling fighting spirit surged in his heart.

In just an instant, a coldness as cold as death and absolute reason occupied the high ground of his thinking, making his emotions calm again.

"Let's get started. Your body has already shown a tendency to become undead. If you delay it any longer, this will be irreversible."

Azik's voice sounded gently in his ears, and Klein noticed that his arms were extremely pale, and even faint body spots began to appear.

I'm still too weak to bear this power. As his thoughts floated around, he casually picked up a paper figure from the pile of debris and shook it out.

The paper man twisted and expanded in mid-air, and white feathers with mysterious patterns emerged from behind, quickly clustering together to form pairs of wings covered with pale flames, a total of twelve pairs.

The paper angel wrapped itself in pale flames and sank into the gray mist, falling deep into the spiritual world where the ancient elf ruins where Kavituwa once hid.

Klein lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the endless gray fog ahead, as if confirming something.

After a moment, he stretched out his palms and pushed forward, as if pushing open a door that didn't exist.

The paper angel that fell into the spiritual world made this action simultaneously, and in front of it, invisible forces were surging and gathering.

In an instant, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns that could not be described in detail appeared in front, shaking and creaking, and slowly opened back.

Behind this door, a dark and unreal road seems to be connected to countless things and layers of space. Together, they interweave a deep and strange world that is different from reality.

As the door was opened, the mirror world and the spiritual world were overlapped here, without causing any waves, and it was as calm as if nothing had happened.

It is obviously a very strange door with a strong symbol of death, but it seems quite harmonious at this moment, as if it should appear here. As long as you see it, you subconsciously want to step into it.

In the ancient palace above the gray fog, after connecting the mirror world to the spirit world and seeing Angelweed's hidden figure, Klein directly threw away the crown burning with red flames in his hand.

He leaned weakly on the high-backed chair, panting heavily. After a long while, he finally said:

"The ups and downs in strength are really uncomfortable. Now I suddenly find it difficult to accept such a weak self."

"This is the real you. Don't be fooled by the power we pass on to you. This will affect your mental state. For extraordinary people who are always accompanied by madness, this is very dangerous."

Azik said admonishingly.

Klein chuckled and nodded:

"I know, it was just the sudden loss of strength that brought a feeling of weakness. It's much better now."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand to his eyes. The arm that was originally pale and somewhat transparent, with some edema and spots on it, had returned to its original shape.

Above this gray mist, even if I die, I can still be resurrected the next moment, but I still have to feel uncomfortable if I should. It would be great if I could be immune to pain.

After resting for a moment and feeling that he had almost recovered, Klein gently raised his hand to leverage the power of the gray mist. Through the remaining aura and influence of the paper angel, he directly cast his gaze over it.

A deep red light suddenly rose from the surrounding gray fog, quickly condensing the scene that Klein saw.

In the dark and illusory mirror world, a gray-white stone statue was bound by invisible threads and pulled forward.

In front of the gray and white stone statue, there are two figures, one black and one white. They are both extremely beautiful women, absolutely perfect in appearance and temperament.

The lady on the left is wearing a simple and holy white robe, with extremely glossy black hair scattered freely, fluttering freely in the windless mirror.

Each strand of her hair is connected to an invisible transparent thread, and these threads almost wrap the gray-white stone statue into a transparent silkworm chrysalis.

Next to her, there is a beautiful woman wearing a black palace dress. Her black hair is neatly tied up, but a few strands are missing. They hang down naturally, creating a bit of charm in her seriousness. Her red lips are slightly raised, making her People pity.

They have different looks, but they have one thing in common. From them, we can see the charm of women at every age. No matter what their preferences are, they will recognize their beauty from the bottom of their hearts.