Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The favored person of the evil god cannot receive the oracle here, and this foggy town is definitely not something that angels can do.

"Have you ever entered that church to take a look?" Klein changed the topic back.

Although Mr. A had strong mood swings, he seemed to be trapped in his own world and completely unresponsive to other things.

The shadow twisted resentfully for a while, and a suppressed and painful voice came out: "What is the content of the oracle?"

Before Klein could organize his words, Mr. A murmured desperately and crazily again: "I'm guilty! I repent! I'm guilty..."

It seems that the act of asking the pagans about the oracle itself is a denial of the meaning of their own existence and a blasphemy of their lifelong beliefs.

It's totally impossible to communicate.

Klein made no further attempts to talk to Mr. A.

There was another creaking sound in the shadows, which seemed to be the sound of teeth rubbing against finger joints.

Do you go crazy if you eat your fingers, or do you love to eat your fingers?

The crimson that penetrated into the room suddenly dimmed. Klein immediately looked into the shadows, thinking about what he could say about the Aurora Society. He wants to lure Mr. A to chase him, so that he can collide with Panatia, this is the battlefield he is best at.

But I can't hold up my middle finger and shout, come here!

However, maybe Pannadia praised my fingers must be delicious.

But wouldn't it be impolite to shout "The True Creator doesn't want you anymore"? Perhaps it would be polite to say "You are forsaken by your Lord."

Before he could speak, the shadow in the corner of the wall suddenly sunken inward, and in a blink of an eye, the shadow returned to normal, and Mr. A disappeared.

Klein instinctively stretched out his left hand in front of him, and he raised his hand to press Gehrman's silk top hat. Then he remembered that he was currently dressed as a guardian of the Church of the Goddess, without a top hat.

Without staying any longer, Klein let his figure be engulfed in flames, and at the same time lit the leaves in the direction of the church.

As soon as he jumped out of the flame, Klein heard Panatia's crazy and playful voice:

"The way you struggle in pain and despair is really a joy to the body and mind."

She raised the corners of her mouth and laughed a few times, then lowered her face again, and said in a gloomy voice:

"Food must look like food!"

Klein quickly snapped his fingers again, but this violent cough affected his balance, and he fell to the ground with a snap, on a piece of spreading ice.

Panatia stepped on the transparent silk thread, looking down at the prey that was about to be frozen into amber, showing a sweet and sinister smile.

"Caught you..."

The glove on his left palm turned pale and became transparent. The moment Klein got rid of the restraints, he slammed into the wall in front of him with force. His palm touched the wall, and Klein stepped into the church.

Klein gasped violently with his back against the wall, feeling hot headed and itchy throat. If he didn't know that there was a huge unknown danger hidden in the church, Klein really wanted to run to the window immediately and mocked Panatia: " Hahaha, if you can’t catch up with me, I’m not afraid at all.”

Of course, this is just a daydream that the brain flickers around in order to relieve tension and fear of the unknown. But if it was Anderson, he would definitely act out of his heart.

Sighing silently, Klein focused his attention on the dark church, barely seeing the figures hanging in midair.

Klein had expected this, but he didn't know who hung them here. He secretly slandered in his heart, thinking that they should be monsters in the illustrated book of magical creatures presented by Arrods.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew up in the church, and everyone turned to Klein, rolled their eyes at the newcomer, and said "Honakis...Freguera..." in a casual welcome.

Klein's scalp was numb from being stared at, and guesses were quickly formed in his mind. He began to feel that all of this was arranged by the lamp god or someone else. Even if he didn't steal the book, he would be sent to climb the mountain in other ways.

Could this be my final destination?

Ever since he entered the church, Klein felt that some danger was approaching little by little. Seeing these figures swaying in the wind, he quickly opened his vision of the spiritual body thread, and was horrified to find that his spiritual body thread was being attracted to float upwards. go.

He finally knew what made the demigod witch feel the great danger and what had been triggering his spirituality to call the police.

He pulled back the thread of his spirit body and explored deeper into the church.

Then, he saw the statue of the eraser angel that sent him in, and an old NPC sitting diagonally behind the statue.

No way... This dungeon really has a job-changing NPC?

The old man opened his eyes at once, and said his lines as if a mission had been triggered: "Finally, another fortune-teller has come here."

Klein was stunned for a moment. He remembered playing online games before, and most of the tutor NPCs hiding in the corners said the same thing: "Finally XX came here..."

He adjusted his mood and couldn't help but say, "Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, feeling that the people who came this time might be unusual, and he said in a vague voice, "I need you to bring my ashes back to my hometown of Trier."

Klein looked suspiciously at the person in front of him. The old man is not in the state of a soul. Could it be that another sealed item like a lamp god has become a spirit? Ashes?

Seeing people neither asking about his status nor how to get out of here, the old man could only explain himself.

He spoke a long passage in a hoarse voice, and Klein always felt that it was full of lies, especially when he told himself such important information, but only wanted the ashes to be thrown in the river in his hometown, which was unreasonable after thinking about it.

After hearing so many mission backgrounds and not seeing the other party introduce his identity, Klein finally couldn't help but ask, "Please forgive my impoliteness, what should I call you?"

The old man sighed for a long time, and seemed reluctant to say his name, he responded vaguely: "You can call me... Zaratul."

Fuck!

Klein thought about it all at once.

Reminiscent of the out-of-control monster, and the battle for Origin Castle that the lamp god said, this Zaratul must not be dead, not to mention that he has already experienced the miracle master, but he is trying to persuade everyone on the main peak of Hornakis. If someone came to open the door, He must have a big plan.

No, as soon as I open the door, the history and destiny here will be connected to the outside world. He will be able to get rid of this strange state, return to the out-of-control body, awaken reason, and become a Sequence One Angel who is no longer crazy.

Am I going to personally break the seal of one of the final bosses?

But if I don't open the door and go out, what future do I have?

Looking at it this way, did the eraser angel send him here just to let me release Zaratul? Isn't that... the goddess is also willing to see this kind of development?

No more hesitation, in line with the attitude of not picking up the enemy's wool for nothing, Klein asked for the secret puppet and fish, ability buff, magic potion formula of the crafty mage, and also asked about the name of Sequence Three and many questions.

Of course, he also tried to request the ancient scholar's potion formula, but the other party seemed to have seen through his progress and just laughed without saying a word.

If you look like this, you will be beaten by the lamp god.

During the waiting time, Klein kept thinking about his next action plan.

Suddenly, crimson brilliance shone into the dark church, and Klein, who was already standing by the wall, immediately pressed against the wall and walked out of the church.