Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Klein, who was running wildly through the streets with his marionette Gilgeous, was also divided by a chessboard composed of fine silver lights.

He looked around in confusion, and manipulated the secret puppet Gilcias to lift the dark copper lantern in his hand, trying to distort the surrounding space so that he could get rid of this strange influence.

In the dim lantern, the dim flame swayed for a few times and then stopped, without any change in the surrounding environment.

"No way? This should be a powerful sealed object controlled by the Church of Storms, and its effect is somewhat restraining the ability of the 'Black Emperor' path."

After muttering a few words to himself, Klein walked slowly to the shadows on the side. The secret puppet Gilcias followed behind him, and the dim light of the lantern quickly illuminated the shadows.

This magical item is a little too high-profile, and there is no way I can hide myself with Gilsea. After hesitating for a moment, Klein decided to give up the plan of hiding himself.

With the two magical items carried by Secret Puppet Gilcias, as long as my spirituality is not exhausted or I do not encounter a demigod head-on, my safety can still be guaranteed.

When he was struggling, a team of punishers suddenly appeared in the divided chessboard space where he was, and there were also a few extraordinary people with obviously blank eyes and wearing only a simple inner lining. Two of them were hugging each other naked, as if they were sleeping in a warm bed just a second ago. They were Extraordinary people who had been staying nearby and had just been affected by the Sealed Artifact of the Church of Storms.

All eyes in the audience were subconsciously focused on the two naked people. Feeling the gazes from around them, the two people who had not recovered yet stared blankly at the people around them for a while, and then hurriedly stretched out their hands. key parts.

Everyone is an adult, and it's late at night. It's understandable that Klein nodded inwardly while looking sideways.

Wait, there doesn’t seem to be a place like the Red Theater nearby. Moreover, the way they appeared just now seemed to be hugging each other. So, they are not companions who went to the Red Theater together, but bed companions on the same bed as pirates on the sea. It was fun to have fun with the sailors!

The other involved Extraordinaries and the members of the Punisher Team of the Church of Storms had obviously also thought about this issue, and their eyes that had originally moved away looked back again.

As if he couldn't bear to be looked at with ridicule and curiosity by a group of strangers, the stronger of the two naked men, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties, glared at the people around him and shouted loudly:

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a man as strong as me?"

His dark green hair was spread like seaweed on his head, his wheat-colored skin was tinged with red, and his muscles were extremely tense due to anger and shame, like a wild beast that could break out and hurt people at any time.

His physical strength seems to increase to a certain extent when he is angry. Is this the "Rageful People" of the "Sailor" path?

Krahn looked at the other person a little more uncertainly.

Next to this middle-aged man, another man who looked much younger suddenly moved his body, blocking Klein's sight, and glared at him.

Um, did he misunderstand me? Do I need to explain that I'm not interested in his bed partner? Forget it, this may appear more provocative. As thoughts floated, Klein set his sights on the Punisher team across the street. .

If he could, he was not very willing to conflict with the punishers of the Church of Storms. It didn't matter that Gehrman Sparrow was wanted, but it would be troublesome if his true identity was revealed.

In his eyes, the leading punisher in the distance took out something dark in color, like a heart, and a bagpipe-like sound suddenly sounded around him.

This voice had a peaceful and calm meaning, echoing in his ears. Klein instantly felt that the emotions in his heart became indifferent, and his whole body began to move closer to a calm state of no desire and no pursuit.

Before everyone present could fully react, a layer of quiet darkness enveloped them, with pure light shining in the darkness, like a night dotted with stars.

Klein was dazed for a moment, but soon woke up. He looked at the unchanged streets around him, but he was consciously aware that he was dreaming.

Fortunately, I could stay awake in the dream, otherwise when I woke up, I would have been in the basement of the Church of the Waves. As his thoughts floated, he snapped his fingers, and the clothes on his body were instantly ignited, and the flames engulfed his body.

On the other side, Reinette Tinichole and Jax, who were unable to hide in the spiritual world, moved around in the lightning storm, chasing each other.

The complicated and gorgeous black palace dress on Miss Messenger's body showed many signs of damage. All four heads she was holding in her hands were missing. She spread her hands upwards, and layers of thick ice crystals emerged around her, which were constantly struck by lightning. Split into pieces, and continue to condense.

Above her head, four heads with blond hair and red eyes clung to Jacks' limbs, imprisoning him there, like a human shield, resisting the falling lightning storm.

In the chessboard space where the prophet's clone and "Singer of God" Ace Snake were, strong winds roared and swirled, rubbing the air and making explosive noises, like air cannons that could overturn a ship.

The pale blue glow flows in the eyes of the prophet's clone, reflecting a symbol composed of countless illusory doors.

In the space where only the silver light brought by the lightning was left, a galaxy seemed to be reflected. The prophet's clone kept "flashing" in this galaxy, easily dodging every falling silver lightning and air cannon.

"Hmph!" Ace Snake snorted coldly. The howling wind around him weakened a bit, and a heavy rain fell without warning. As the swirling wind continued to roll, it obscured the sight and also conducted electric current.

The rainwater continued to gather around it with the strong wind, swelling into water balls that were constantly shaking, with silver lightning passing through them.

Compressing my living space On the frontal battlefield, the "Disaster Priest" of the Storm Path is much more powerful than the "Prophet". I basically can only rely on my strong intuition to predict and avoid his attacks in advance. The Oracle's clone stared at Ace. ·In Snake's position, the figure "flashed" and disappeared again.

The next moment his figure disappeared, a thick silver-white electric light struck his original position, splashing mud and rocks on the ground, and fine silver-white electric snakes continued to spread around along with the rain.

boom! boom!

The frequency of lightning falling in the sky became faster and faster, and it became more and more dense. Tiny silver-white electric snakes almost covered the entire ground.

These arcs had a strong paralyzing effect. During the "flash" process, the body of the prophet's clone was inevitably contaminated with some electric current, and the body became heavier and heavier as a result.

In the violent storm, a deep and deep singing voice echoed in his ears. This singing voice directly touches people's soul, and every beat seems to strike on the heart.

boom! boom! boom!

The beating speed of the heart increased unnaturally, the blood in the body surged wildly, and the brain became dizzy due to excessive congestion.

The light blue glow flowing in the eyes of the prophet's clone became no longer smooth, his head gradually became heavier, his body gradually became numb due to the current mixed in the rain, and the frequency of his "flashes" became lower and lower.