Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

"Are you in?"

"Come in."

"Huh? Why don't I feel anything."

"..."

"say."

"It won't do any good to stop your silly little tricks and continue to take advantage of me with words."

Hearing this, Klein shrugged and finally calmed down a bit.

Swipe around.

As far as the eye can see, the environment is almost unchanged from before.

He couldn't help but wonder.

Is this really a 'hidden realm'?

Don't make any trouble.

The fun would be great.

Amon seemed to see through Klein's mind, and said with disdain: "The inside and outside are all one, and 'secret' doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it just requires special rituals to interact with reality. Don't think about it, it's important to do business. "

Klein pondered for a moment, and made a 'please' gesture, "Mongo, lead the way,"

Amon laughed angrily.

What a dog.

Row.

Anyway, it’s just a historical projection, and it’s gone when it’s gone.

At that time, the real opportunity was lost, and it was not his fault.

Thinking of this, Amon squeezed his monocle, and led Klein to climb the mountain in a leisurely manner.

The main peak of Hornages is huge.

At least much bigger than imagined.

With a good brother like Amon beside him, Klein asked if he didn't understand.

Amon patiently explained one by one.

The path is completely uninhabited.

Seeing Klein frowned slightly.

always feel...

It was different from what I dreamed about that night.

Ake is used to self-knowledge.

The 'Fool' pathway has some authority to predict the future;
As one who is favored by the night, the dream also has the meaning of enlightenment and warning.

and so--

'A flock of crows', 'a deserted town', 'a looming palace'.

These are extremely important clues.

"What's the matter?" Amon stopped and turned his head suddenly.

Klein shook his head, "The direction is wrong."

The direction is wrong?

Amon was a little puzzled, and said, "Hey, I'm taking you to climb the mountain honestly, and I didn't play any tricks."

He pretended to be disappointed, "I thought our relationship was close enough that we could trust each other."

Klein laughed dryly, "Brother Meng, you are overthinking, I didn't mean that."

After the words fell, he stretched out his hand to gather a wisp of gray-white mist.

"I'm trying to say that Antigonus may not be on the summit in the literal sense."

Amon is not stupid.

After a brief reminder, he understood, and tentatively said: "A set in a set?"

The so-called 'set in a set' means two seals.

The first floor is the 'secret' of the goddess of the night. Those who are not favored by the goddess are not allowed to enter the real main peak of Honakis.

On the second floor, the main peak of Hornacis is so special that outsiders will always get lost in it and cannot climb to the top.

Klein didn't speak, but just lowered the citrine on his wrist and started divination.

Although Amon said things like 'a mere demigod' and 'divination is invalid' before.

But at this time, he still chose to wait and see.

Spirituality diverged a little.

Klein closed his eyes, and the ravings of 'Honakis...Freguera...' could be heard intermittently in his ears.

At the same time, the citrine spins wildly counterclockwise.

On the side, Amon watched with relish.

In his eyes, Klein seemed to be unable to restrain the influence of high-level existence on himself, and transparent and wriggling bugs fell from his face, which looked very terrifying.

Amon even wanted to pick up one to play with.

But at this moment, Klein suddenly opened his eyes with a flash of light.

"found it!"

Accompanied by his words, the surrounding fog seemed to find an outlet, sweeping towards Klein.

Klein didn't resist and let the fog surround him.

Amon squeezed the monocle, and the figure also disappeared into the mist.

I do not know how long it has been.

The two appeared again.

The place is still the same place.

The location has not changed.

But the atmosphere is completely different from before.

Klein sniffled, and said in a rather magical manner: "The Lost Kingdom has opened its gates to Allah."

"Let's use these words when you fool the believers." Amon twitched the corner of his mouth.

Then nodded slightly: "That devil wolf really has two tricks."

Ake pretended to be shy, "I can only enter here because of the source castle."

Amon: ...

I'm not praising you. Hey.

Speaking of which, your mentality is really good. You were obviously afraid of me to death not long ago.

Simply ignoring Klein, Amon squeezed his monocle and felt it a little bit.

He raised his finger and pointed in a direction: "Over there."

Coincidentally, Klein did the same thing as him.

The two looked at each other.

"You have a good heart, Kedi."

"Young man and beautiful girl, Brother Meng."

Amon: Speechless.jpg
Klein: potion digestion progress +1%
The fog remains.

The visible range is extremely small.

Klein and Amon almost groped forward.

Fortunately, there is no danger along the way.

The two stepped into a small town one after the other.

"here!"

Klein was almost certain at a glance that the town in front of him was exactly the one he had dreamed about before.

Amon inadvertently looked at a certain roof.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "There is no mistake, the one who believes here is Antigonus."

Following Amon's line of sight, Klein saw the wolf sculpture on the roof.

as well as……

"Bird feathers?" Klein thought to himself, but kept his expression on.

Amon turned to look at Klein, "What's next? Should we continue climbing, or explore here?"

"Of course it's exploration, and Antigonus can't run away." Klein said without thinking.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Amon to reply, he walked into the small town on his own, and was submerged in the mist in a blink of an eye.

The town's architecture is outdated.

It is very different from the real world.

One of the most conspicuous buildings is an ancient steeple church.

It is black in color, without a bell tower, and there are one crow after another hovering around the top.

Klein walked towards the church uncontrollably as if possessed.

There are many buildings scattered around the church, including ordinary two-story houses and simple wooden houses.

He looked at the bakery with its hanging sign, at the mill powered by a waterwheel.

After thinking for a moment, he opened a door and walked in.

The firewood in the house was burning quietly, and there was even food emitting heat on the dining table.

However, there is no living person, as if time is frozen, and everything has fallen asleep in a quiet and peaceful night.

"The power of darkness, the realm of tranquility... So, what happened here?"

Klein frowned for an unknown number of times.

Too many questions made him restless.

Could it be Antigonus who caused all this?

Or, Evernight?

Or someone else?

Klein narrowed his eyes, staring at the crows above the steeple church.

He felt that there was an inexplicable force silently dominating him...

"Have you heard of the Law of Extraordinary Convergence?" Suddenly, Amon appeared behind Klein like a ghost, holding his monocle, and deliberately reminded: "There must be something there."

"It might be a person, anyway, it has a lot of background." Klein said very calmly.

There is no point in guessing.

If you want to find out the truth, you have to go deep.

Even if you know there is danger ahead, you have to do it.

Klein was fully prepared and stepped into the steeple church with Amon.

As soon as he walked through the iron gate, the crow squatting on the top of the church suddenly lowered his head.

His eyes were fixed on the two of them.

Amon pondered: "Crow? I seem to know something."

But when Klein asked him carefully, he began to act like a riddle again, refusing to say a word.

Klein had no choice but to bravely push open the door of the church.

squeak-

The door is open, and the steeple of the church is like a monster with its mouth open.

With the help of the dim light, Klein finally saw the scene inside clearly: the man in overalls, the gentleman putting on a top hat, the girl with ruffles on her cuffs, the lady whose lace formed flowers on her skirt...all of them were suspended in the air ,like a statue.

what!what!what!
As if adding a soundtrack to this eerie and frightening scene, the crows neighed heart-poundingly.

At this moment, the figures shook like wind chimes.

They opened their mouths, making almost raving sounds.

"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

These sounds overlapped layer upon layer like ocean waves, piercing into Klein's ears.

Klein's scalp suddenly went numb, and his whole body trembled slightly.

However, he still pulled himself together, forced himself to look at the densely packed figures hanging in mid-air, and said softly: "The spirit is restrained, the color of the aura is normal, but it gives people an extremely dull feeling? Like a secret puppet? It's not a Secret Puppet..."

Immediately afterwards, he quietly pinched the first joint of the index finger with his left thumb, and began to observe the 'spiritual body thread' of those people.

While Klein was doing these things, Amon played the role of a bystander extremely seriously, without saying a word.

After Klein was sure that all the 'spiritual body threads' had gathered and headed to one place, Amon said, "It's really funny, good people, why are you hanging them up?"

what?
Is this what you, a person who takes over the whole family, men, women, children, and even cats, dogs, and bugs, can say?
Klein couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a picture: at some point, his own "spiritual body thread" was also floating upwards by itself, extending to the highest point of the church, to the source of those hanging figures.

"Damn it!" In desperation, Klein threw out a sentence in Chinese.

Before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly mobilized the power of Origin Castle, affecting his own 'spiritual body thread' with a high level.

"It's a pity." Amon saw it and couldn't help but say something.

Three big question marks suddenly appeared above Klein's head.

Do you dare to tell me again what you are regretting in front of me?
But now is not the time to ignore this guy.

Klein sank his mind,
The figures hanging above his head swayed, as if they were looking down at him.

Fortunately, these people have not shown any aggressive intentions.

That is, temporarily safe

When the weird scenes around him did not exist, Klein and Amon continued to go deeper.

After walking 30 meters, Klein saw the dark altar belonging to this church.

Above the altar stands a stone statue.

It has the image of a human female as a whole, but two beast legs grow out of its ribs and waist respectively, covered with short, thick and hard black hair.

In addition, the stone statue is surrounded by thin black bands, like pillars extending out.

At the foot of the stone statue, countless souls are sleeping, as if they are surrounded by the stars surrounding it.

Klein's eyes moved bit by bit, looking at the head of the stone statue.

The goal is a beautiful face.

"This……"

Klein was startled.

Immediately, the feeling of "as expected" came out.

This face was no stranger to him.

Because he had had face-to-face communication with this face.

Although he was wearing a veil, Klein believed that he couldn't make a mistake.

'Mother of the Sky', the sister of the magic wolf Antigonus, one of the builders of the Kingdom of the Night.

At the same time, it is also the container of the "Goddess of the Night" descended from God!

If nothing unexpected happens, Klein actually wants to study the statue of 'Mother of Heaven' for a while.

But the old man wearing a black robe and a hood, with his head down and his eyes closed behind the statue obliquely made him have to cheer up 12.

In Klein's eyes, this bearded old man was weirder than those people hanging in mid-air.

The other party's 'spiritual body string' extended backwards from the body, but it did not float high into the sky and converge to the top of the church. Instead, it wound around the whole body and returned to its original position.

Like a knot, the source and the destination become one.

"Perhaps, this is the reason why he was not hung up." Klein thought to himself.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes.

The pupils are pitch black, eyes like the surface of dull water!

The old man sitting obliquely behind the statue woke up at some point, and looked at Klein calmly.

Klein felt cold all over his body.

The old man stared at Klein, with his mouth half-closed, and said vaguely: "Finally... Finally, another 'Seer' came here..."

Amon let out a 'ha', and before Klein could react, he walked forward on his own.Then he looked at the old man with interest, and said with a smile: "It really is you, Zaratul."

Zaratul?
Which Zaratul?
It is the legendary Zaratul who fell under the siege of Antigonus and Mr. Men;
Or was it the Zaratul who later founded the Secret Society and helped fellow Huang Tao many times?

Klein remained calm and silently retreated to a place farther behind Amon, quite a bit of Han Tianzun's essence.

Hearing this, little Zaratul realized that besides the strange 'Seer', there were other people who came before him.

Black curly hair, broad forehead, peaked hat and monocle...

Amon? !
Little Zaratul's 'drowsiness' disappeared all of a sudden, and he stood up with strong support.

"Hey, hey, don't be so excited, I won't eat you." Amon squeezed his monocle, "I've learned it now, and I'm a good citizen."

After looking at the other party for a while, he suddenly changed the topic, "No, you are not Zaratul."

Turning to look at Klein, "Like me, this guy is just a historical projection."

Historical projection?

Hearing this, Klein's hanging heart relaxed a little.

But he still didn't lose his vigilance.

Nowadays, the chance of Amon killing him is very small, but it is by no means zero.

He stared at Amon, and said lightly: "Explain, explain, what is historical projection."

"Historical projection still needs to be explained? Isn't this your old profession?"

Klein: "I'll let you explain what is called historical projection."

"The projection of history is the projection of history."

Klein: "Explain, explain, what is fucking, historical projection..."

"Historical projection is historical projection, how can this be explained?"

Little Zaratul looked at Klein and Amon's double reed, and finally couldn't help it, coughed lightly: "I think I can explain this question." (End of this chapter)