Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 369 Hipe's form, Aha, makes a dazzling appearance.
Mythical creature forms can cause users to lose their minds to some extent, and make them be swallowed up by the "divinity" and "contamination" inherent in the extraordinary characteristics themselves.

But the most outrageous people are all about getting stronger the more outrageous their fate becomes.

The more I struggle, the stronger I become, the more determined my will becomes, and the less likely I am to lose control.

Stepping on the right foot with the left, spiraling upwards.

Fate is a strange thing, isn't it?

Klein had never actually met the Star Gods, otherwise he would have known that his mythical creature form bore some resemblance to both Star Gods.

However, this is either Serres's twisted sense of humor or Aha's twisted sense of humor.

Of course, it's more likely that it's a shared quirky sense of humor between the two.

Hippe form of Aha makes a dazzling appearance, harmony begone, joy will surely prevail!
Klein turned his gaze to the Black Knight.

A strange red was reflected in his eyes. He focused his gaze on the Black Knight, taking him completely into his vision.

The Black Knight still tried to struggle, intending to desperately use his incomplete mythical creature form.

This is his last resort. Because it's practically impossible for him to remain rational, he'll only use it as a last resort.

His figure suddenly transformed into a black shadow covered in eyes, attempting to escape in all directions.

Waves of laughter echoed in his ears, and the forced activation of his mythical creature form brought him to the brink of mental collapse.

Above Klein's bare neck, amidst a pile of toys, a rag doll opened its mouth and made a sound like a baby crying.

Wow!
The Black Knight's figure uncontrollably reassembled into a human form, which was completely reflected in Klein's eyes.

He wanted to struggle again.

But Klein had already closed his eyes.

Everything has settled down.

The Black Knight, the Dark Saint Kexma of the Aurora Society, felt his surroundings suddenly drift away from him, giving him a sense of alienation from the world.

He was "deleted".

It has been deleted from this world!

…………

A few minutes later, in the sky above the secluded alley where the gathering was taking place.

Suddenly, the air tore open, revealing a phantom and mysterious door.

It's really nice to be a traveler.

The door opened silently, and a handsome man with black hair, golden eyes, a sharp suit, and a mature and refined demeanor walked out.

Before he could even survey the scene, he heard a sonic boom, felt a violent hurricane approaching, and saw an imposing middle-aged man standing to his side.

The middle-aged man had prominent earlobes, dark blue hair, and eyes that seemed to hold countless lightning bolts. He rudely held a guitar with a human face on it.

He is Cardinal of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Diocese of Backlund, and "High Priest of the Deep Blue" Radar Valentine.

The guitar in his hand was an extraordinary item left behind by the previous cardinal.

A level-one sealed artifact with no side effects, extremely useful. He carried it with him almost every day after obtaining it. The clergyman, dressed in a black robe embroidered with storm symbols, glanced around before fixing his gaze on the golden-eyed man, and asked in a thunderous voice:

"Selt, what happened here?"

The royal demigod known as Celt shook his head:
"I just arrived too. I just got here a little earlier than you... No, I didn't mean to emphasize that, so don't look at me like that. At least you're not the last one to arrive today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a nearly transparent spiritual entity, resembling a mountain peak, emerged from the void on the other side, placing a figure in mid-air.

The figure was dressed in a black archbishop's robe with red patterns, had deep eyes, and was clean-shaven; he was Anthony Stevenson, the head of the Backlund diocese of the Church of the Night.

After completing its task, the enormous spirit immediately shrank and entered Saint Anthony's mouth. At the same time, a spirit with long black hair obscuring its face and a transparent, ethereal lower body emerged behind Anthony, supporting him under his armpits like Simba in The Lion King, preventing him from falling.

"Good evening, you two." He greeted them gently, his voice as soothing as a requiem in the night.

A few minutes later, a surging airflow rushed in from the city of Backlund, pushing a figure rapidly toward the area.

Soon, the figure stopped. It was an elderly man wearing a white priest's robe and a clergy cap, with a kind and gentle face.

The airflow emanating from the back of the humanoid Gundam disappeared, and the dark, metallic-looking nozzle retracted into its body.

This is Horamik Hayden, Archbishop of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in Backlund and a member of the Pre-Divine Council.

As the most professional analyst, he immediately took out a pair of glasses that looked like they belonged to a sealed artifact upon arrival and entered "work" mode.

"Although the battle here is not too intense, it is certain that it belongs to the Saint level."

Wearing the sealed artifact glasses, he carefully analyzed the environment at the scene.

"A mythical creature, presumably Sequence 3."

"However, the fact that not a single house was damaged in the battle suggests that the other side was benevolent."

"At least they wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it."

As he spoke, he paused in mid-air, looking around, and said, "Aren't the people from the Church of Pleasure here again?"

“Perhaps he has other things to attend to…” Archbishop Anthony was about to make an excuse for Serres.

"The Church of Pleasure has arrived as well." A voice unfamiliar to everyone rang out; it was not Serres's voice.

The Church of Pleasure has sent people? What rare guests! The four demigods looked over at the same time.

Isn't the Joyful Church just a bunch of pushovers now?
No, the previous Pleasure Church didn't even bother to come and win by doing nothing.

They saw Klein, dressed as "German Sparrow," push open the door and walk out of the house, carrying two heads in his left hand.

Radar Valentine, Selt, Anthony, and Holamick fell silent for a moment, and no one spoke.

The four demigods and Klein, whose style was clearly out of place, looked at each other in silence, and no one spoke.

A few seconds later, it was Archbishop Anthony who spoke first.

“I remember…you are Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, right?”

P.S.: I don't know if any students who are about to take the college entrance exam are reading my novel, but anyway, the process still needs to be followed.

Well then, I wish all the college entrance exam takers the best of luck, hoping they answer all the questions they know and guess the correct ones.

(End of this chapter)