Chapter 490: A sneak attack on the old man Zaratul (long chapter)
In the misty town, Klein had overcome his initial suspicion and began to carefully explore the town. Apart from him, no other normal people were found here.
But judging from the traces of life left here, there were people living here intermittently, and the architectural style here was very similar to the ancient ruins of the main peak of the Honachis Mountains.
Ancient, mysterious, weird, and with a breath that made him excited.
This place definitely has a deep connection with the path of fortune-tellers.
What is the relationship between the Honachis Mountains and the goddess?
According to historical records, there was once a kingdom of night here, and the one who dominated this place was honored as the Mother of Heaven.
Could it be that the Mother of Heaven was the incarnation of the goddess of night walking on earth?
Is this the old site of the kingdom of God abandoned by the goddess of night?
Klein continued to explore everything here with many questions in mind. Although he encountered some dangers in the process, he overcame them one by one.
During this period, he gradually understood the role of this misty town. This should be a prison built by the goddess of night.
Some enemies of the Church of the Night, or those who angered the Goddess of the Night, were imprisoned in this town by the figure with dull eyes, using the power similar to the power of an eraser, just like himself.
The only way to survive here is to "eat people", whether it is due to the need for spiritual exhaustion or the madness accumulated from being imprisoned for a long time.
The people who are still alive here are, in a sense, alienated monsters.
Until he came to the center of the foggy town, in front of the old church.
The faint call came from here.
Klein understood a little why the Goddess of the Night teleported him here, probably to let him explore this church.
But from the reactions of the survivors around him, this is obviously the most dangerous place in the entire foggy town.
Klein did not enter the church immediately. He first took out Will's paper crane and the time spell that Hastur gave him from his jacket pocket.
Will's paper crane has lost its effect here. He cannot communicate with Will through the paper crane, nor can he borrow the power of the mercury snake.
On the other hand, the time spell with a starry sky on the back that Hastur had given him was still flashing with a thin layer of starlight.
It only needed to be gently stimulated with spiritual power to bring out its original function.
This made Klein feel a little more at ease. He put Will's paper crane back into his pocket and stuck the time spell on the palm of his right hand so that he could activate it at any time.
He looked up at the ancient and dilapidated church. According to Hastur's previous reminder, Zaratul should be inside.
Could it be that Zaratul was really imprisoned here by the Goddess of Night?
If this was the case, wouldn't the Goddess of Night have firmly controlled the entire path of fortune-tellers?
No matter which extraordinary person on the path of fortune-tellers, as long as they wanted to be promoted to a higher sequence, they had to obtain the permission of the Goddess of Night.
A fortune-teller raised by the night.
"Why does it feel like raising a cat?"
Klein muttered a few words, and his fear of the Goddess of Night deepened.
At this time, around the spire of the ancient church, the flying crows opened their mouths and made a sound of wow wow wow.
It sounded like a group of babies crying, which made people feel creepy deep in their hearts.
The crimson moon in the sky became very dark, and the surrounding buildings, including the shadows they cast, seemed to come alive.
The terrifying and strange atmosphere instantly filled the entire foggy town. Klein had the illusion that he was in the mouth of some monster, and only the church in front of him was a safe house.
The door of the church was closed. He gently pushed the door of the church with both hands, and walked in as if his footsteps were out of control.
The light of the crimson moon was blocked by the church. Everything here seemed to have returned to normal, but it was not normal.
In the air above the church, in the area where you can see, there are figures hanging one after another.
All of them are human!
Some of them are wearing black classical robes, some are wearing brown jackets, and some are wearing very fluffy skirts. Among them, there are men and women, old people and young people.
If there was anything in common, they all looked like bacon being dried, hanging from a height, their heads drooping, their eyes rolling back, their shrunken bodies swaying with the breeze.
This scene made Klein's scalp numb, his back pressed against the wall, his eyes full of vigilance.
When a cold wind blew inside the church, those swaying, hanging bodies turned at the same time, their faces all facing Klein, their mouths opened, and they made sounds that were almost like mumbling.
"Honachis...Fregela..."
"Honachis...Fregela..."
"Honachis...Fregela..."
These mumblings echoed back and forth in the not-so-large interior of the church, like waves hitting the sea.
Gradually, a touching music was added, causing Klein's heart to tremble slightly.
Every time he took a potion to advance, he would vaguely hear this muttering. He originally thought that this might be a piece of broken knowledge left in the potion, or the influence of a high-sequence extraordinary person on a low-sequence extraordinary person.
It was like Mr. Men's full moon mumbling.
Now he understood that the source of all these mumblings was the corpses in this ancient church!
This was not only tingling, but also trembling all over.
Klein took a few deep breaths to stabilize his mind and prevent himself from losing control because of these mumblings.
He first used the gold coin to do a simple divination, then tapped his teeth lightly, opened his spiritual vision, and looked at the corpses in the air.
I saw a series of illusory black lines extending behind them, constantly extending to the highest point of the ancient church.
They were like puppets hanging by the spiritual body line.
The spiritual body line belonging to him was also floating in that direction, as if that was the destination of all spiritual body lines, a black hole that swallowed everything.
Are these people all extraordinary people on the path of fortune tellers?
If I can't get out of here, will my fate be to become another string of air-dried bacon?
Klein was shocked and bit his tongue. The slight pain made him regain his consciousness and he quickly began to control his spiritual line to prevent himself from becoming the next piece of dried bacon hung up.
After controlling his spiritual line, Klein continued to walk deeper into the church.
He saw the god worshipped by this church.
It was a dark altar, and on the altar stood a stone statue.
It was a human female figure, but two animal legs grew from its ribs and waist, covered with short, thick and hard black hair.
The stone statue was surrounded by black thin bands, and there were sleeping souls under its feet, guarding the stone statue like they were surrounding their mother.
When Klein's eyes swept over the face of the stone statue, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
Because the face of the stone statue was exactly the same as the eraser angel who had sent him to this place before.
Honachis, the Kingdom of Night, Mother of Heaven, Eraser Angel, Goddess of Night...
Klein suddenly felt that the Goddess of Night was the big boss behind all the coincidences he had experienced!
No way?
During his growth, the Goddess of Night had always provided him with help, even treating him as a follower of Night, and asked Ms. Arianna to help him.
But excessive attention and help often meant some kind of plan that he could not yet understand.
You can't believe in the kindness of the gods.
After a long silence, Klein found that there was a figure that was not suspended in the air behind the stone statue.
It was an old man in a black robe, wearing a hood, with his head lowered, his eyes closed, and the white beard on his face and mouth was long and dense, as if it had not been trimmed for decades.
At a glance, this old man looked a bit like the legendary wizard Gandalf.
Klein also found that the reason why the other party was not hung up and turned into dried bacon was because his spiritual body line was outside his body, wrapped around a circle, connected from beginning to end.
What a good way to fight the danger here.
Klein also tried to control his spirit line to circle outside his body. When the two ends were connected, he deliberately tied a knot. Sure enough, his spirit line no longer floated up.
Suddenly, he saw a pair of dark eyes slowly opening in front of him. This old man who looked like Gandalf was still alive!
Klein subconsciously took a step back and clenched the time spell in his hand. He had a hunch that the old man in front of him was Zaratul, who Hastur reminded him to be careful of!
"Finally, another fortune teller came here." The old man wearing a black hood said in a vague and low voice.
He was like a living fossil, and at this moment, the stone surface outside his body was dispersing and began to revive.
At the same time, Klein felt that the palm of his right hand was getting hot.
Then his right hand seemed to be out of control and slapped forward.
Although he was still quite far away from the old man, at least three body lengths away, his slap actually landed on the old man's cheek, making a very crisp sound, and even the old man's head tilted to the other side.
Klein was stunned.
Zaratul, who was preparing his words, was also stunned.
Looking at the bright red slap marks gradually creeping up on Zaratul's face, and the still trembling cheek flesh, Klein swallowed his saliva with a trembling heart, subconsciously hid his right palm behind his back, and stepped back a few steps.
Silence, silence is the silence after the slap.
The heat in Klein's right palm had dissipated. It was the time spell that Hastur gave him.
This was not a time spell at all, it was a space spell, otherwise how could it be so easy to slap Zaratul's face.
Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, a descendant of the great nobles of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch, the previous owner of the Antigonus family notes, the navigator of the extraordinary path of Emperor Roselle, a true high-sequence in the path of fortune-tellers, and a secret existence of a Sequence 2 miracle worker one or two hundred years ago...
Such a person was suddenly slapped hard by himself without any preparation...
Until now, Klein still felt that his palm was still hurting. That slap was really too heavy.
Mr. Hastur really has a bad taste!
Zaratul, who was sitting behind the stone statue, was silent for a while, and his eyes gradually became sharper, and his eyes swept towards the right hand hidden behind Klein.
When Klein suddenly rushed over just now, he suddenly felt that time and space were imprisoned by some kind of force, and the slap seemed to span the distance of space and hit his old face hard, although he did not feel any pain from it. But I feel really uncomfortable.
The main reason was that he was unprepared and was attacked by surprise, otherwise the slap would not have been successful on his old face.
Could it be Him?
Amon the Blasphemer?
Among the people he knew, only Amon, who had a family of one, liked such pranks the most.
Maybe Amon deliberately hid his hand on this young man, and then slapped him unexpectedly while he wasn't paying attention.
Oh, what an extremely bad behavior.
"Please forgive me for my offensive behavior just now. It was beyond my control, let alone my original intention." Klein apologized proactively, breaking the silence here.
"Young man, I believe you are not that kind of person, but should you tell the matter to me, an old man?"
"Before I came in here, I met a young man with black hair wearing a monocle. He said that my destiny would have great ups and downs recently. When I asked him about the solution, he handed me a The spell is said to protect me at critical moments.”
It was natural for Klein to throw the blame on Amon, otherwise he couldn't just betray Hastur like this, right?
Oh, it is indeed Him, Amon the Blasphemer!
After hearing this, Zaratul showed a kind smile, "It seems that this is really just a misunderstanding. Can you let me help you look at the spell? An old man like me who has experienced the baptism of time may be able to see it. The true use of that talisman, so as to prevent you from losing control again and causing unnecessary misunderstandings. "
Klein originally wanted to find a reason to refuse, but the talisman in his palm suddenly heated up again, as if to indicate that he would hand the talisman to Zarath in front of him.
Such a performance made Klein reasonably doubt whether Hastur was watching every move happening here through a screen.
"All right."
Klein reluctantly agreed, stretched out his right hand hidden behind his back, and took off the time charm attached to his palm.
Zaratul did not ask Klein to hand the talisman to him immediately. Instead, he looked at the talisman that suddenly slapped him from a certain distance.
"With hidden power, no wonder it can be hidden."
Zaratul murmured and carefully observed the twisted lines on this spell.
"Let me see the back of this charm."
He couldn't tell much just from the twisted lines on the front.
Klein was very obedient and turned the spell over, and the starry sky was glowing slightly.
"The starry sky...the goddess of the night?" Zaratul seemed to be caught in some doubt.
When Klein heard this murmur, he had a general understanding of the state of Zaratul in front of him.
The old man in front of him should be a clone of Zaratul, and this clone has been here for a long time. Under the authority of the goddess of the night, he cannot contact the outside world at all.
Therefore, when it came to interpreting the starry sky, he could only guess at the goddess of night and could not think of the stars that had just appeared recently.
Had Hastur anticipated this and allowed himself to show the talisman in front of Zaratul with confidence?
"Your generosity and honesty make me believe that you are not the type to do the rude thing you just did."
Chara Image had a certain answer and looked back.
Klein also reattached this charm to the palm of his right hand.
"This spell does contain some magical power, secrets, time, order, starry sky... It should be able to separate a starry sky and protect the holder."
Zaratul first affirmed the function of this talisman, then slightly raised his low tone, "But this talisman also contains tracking and positioning effects. It can be seen that the person who gave you this talisman is not so kind. He is I want to achieve something through you.”
At this point, Zaratul's eyes lit up and his expression was slightly moved.
Positioning and tracking, is this specifically for your own body?
But is such an obvious trick really the work of Amon?
Moreover, Amon should not have found Pales yet, and he is still some distance away from becoming a god, let alone dealing with him first.
Marked prey?
Zaratul thought of a possibility. With Amon's mischievous mentality, he might want to scare and disgust himself in this way.
Seeing that Zaratul didn't say anything for a long time, Klein took the initiative to ask: "After talking so much, I still don't know what to call you?"
Zaratul paused and smiled vaguely: "You can call me, um..."
"Zarathul."