Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 400 Art is...

The two people and the cat quickly entered the dark forest where almost no moonlight could penetrate. They saw that the trees here were all thick and tall with dense foliage, and even the smallest ones were too big for one person to hug.

Their common characteristic is that the bark is distinctly scaly, densely pieced together, as if it might come to life at any moment and wriggle on the surface.

This looks like a variant of the dragon-patterned tree, or a snake-scale tree? Klein, who wasn't an expert in botany, looked away and focused on the weeds at his feet that didn't seem to have any problems.

Padmon's senses were becoming increasingly acute; it seemed as if her potion was right in front of her.

A lost winner? Or an extraordinary item? Padmon pondered.

Klein's fingers twitched occasionally, and what he saw in his left eye was completely different from what Alger the Hanged Man saw—a map that gradually enlarged and became more complete.

This is the information relayed by those sugar beetle beetles.

Suddenly, some blurry images appeared in Klein's view. He stretched out a finger and pointed in a direction.

"There seems to be someone over there, should we go check it out?"

Alger stopped abruptly, his brows furrowing.

Someone's there? No way, with Zilingus half-dead like this, there's absolutely no way he could have revealed the island's coordinates...

"I'll listen to you." Alger took the sack off his back, held it in his hand, and tossed the decision back to Klein.

Klein adjusted his glasses and chuckled softly:
"Then go and have a look."

Anyway, with Pado around, if there really is a problem, they will most likely miss it.

The two people and the cat remained silent, not saying a word despite the quiet surroundings and the presence of others. They didn't try to say anything to avoid the awkwardness.

As we walked, with the help of the lantern's light, we saw that the trees ahead suddenly became sparse.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
A dull thud echoed from that area, growing clearer and more distinct as they drew closer.

As the two entered the sparse area, the light from the lantern finally shone through, allowing them to see hunched or crawling figures.

Klein and Alger paused simultaneously, exchanged a glance, and then looked ahead again.

Among these figures are humans, baboons, goats, and tigers. They are either holding stones or using their claws and teeth to constantly grind down the piles of trees and rocks, seemingly building a palace.

Without the cover of dense foliage, a few crimson moonlight pierced through the accumulated mist and fell, enveloping the figures and giving them a faint blood-red hue.

Klein's gaze sharpened, and his left hand immediately spread out its five fingers. In the palm of his hand, the [spiral] mark was faintly visible, and a faint golden light gathered in his palm.

Alger slowed his pace, preparing his vocal cords to vibrate at any moment. He then reached into the package and grabbed something.

The lantern that was originally in his hand floated directly into the air.

Klein noticed Alger's movement and subtly moved to the side.

What are wastelanders most likely to create through the destruction path? Bombs, of course.

Keep this sack of bombs at a safe distance.

“Looks like they’re not sleeping.” Klein calmed himself down and flicked Paddo’s tail, only to be smacked back by Paddo’s tail.

"Looks like they work 16-hour days, no wonder they're purebred cattle and horses," Padmon replied. "Striving so that the boss can live in the palace."

"Just like the old boss, Gehrman."

Klein's expression froze.

What does it mean to be the same as me?
Being a cow or a horse is something from my past life, okay?
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the figures stopped what they were doing, turned around in unison, and looked at the three outsiders.

Some were pale, some had withered fur, and some had festering sores; none of them looked alive. "I don't think they welcome us. Perhaps we, as guests, should leave quickly." Klein looked at the corpses and waved, and the scattered candy beetles immediately rushed towards them.

Just then, the ground suddenly trembled, as if some creature underneath had turned over.

“It seems the master here really doesn’t welcome us.” Feeling the earth tremble, Klein turned to Alger and said.

Alger glanced at Gehrman Sparrow and spoke through his actions.

He grabbed the floating lantern, and a faint explosion suddenly occurred beneath his feet, blasting him away from his spot. At the same time, the wind suddenly howled around him, making it easier and faster for him to run to the side.

He was sent flying like a cannonball.

But Klein simply watched, casually taking a step forward and instantly appearing beside Alger, having traversed countless spaces.

With a burst of explosions, Alger ran out of the sparsely wooded area and circled around to the dark, deep side.

Compared to Alger's frantic running and constant collisions, Klein appeared much more elegant, like a magician taking a stroll. Yet, he effortlessly kept up with Alger at every step.

Just then, their heartbeats suddenly slowed down, and they didn't seem to be doing strenuous exercise at all. Instead, they seemed to be in a state of being about to fall asleep while sunbathing in the afternoon.

Klein immediately felt a chill creeping into his body, an inexplicable sense of unease creeping in and seeping into him.

This prompted Klein to decisively enter "Herrscher" mode, and his body began to show doll-like lines.

At the same time, he saw the light of Alger's lantern being obscured inch by inch by the huge black shadow rising behind him, and the corresponding scene naturally appeared in his mind: a giant snake that a single person could not hug emerged from the dark cave. This giant snake had a huge, dark green-green body and exaggerated eyes that seemed to be burning with flames.

Between its scales grew white feathers stained with pale yellow oil, and on its back was a pair of thick wings that could be spread out.

The giant snake half-crawled, half-flew, raising its body to coil around a tall, thick tree, its black forked tongue flicking out as it watched the two figures who had earlier intruded into the area.

Around it, trees were rapidly withering, weeds were all dead, countless corpses emerged from the soil, and unseen shadows clustered around it.

The giant snake seemed to have been startled by something, turning its head to look in Klein's direction, opening its mouth and flicking its tongue.

then……

boom!
The explosion occurred, abruptly, without warning.

Alger tossed the lantern high into the air, and the trees, rocks, and plants illuminated by the lantern suddenly exploded.

Sparks from the explosion landed on other objects, causing them to explode as well.

Explosions followed one after another, a series of explosions that resembled firecrackers.

Smoke and firelight filled every corner as far as the eye could see.

A saturation-coverage bombardment.

The explosions continued, reaching the location of the giant snake and finally triggering a massive explosion.

really……

Klein's lips twitched violently.

How could a creation that is subject to destruction not have the ability to explode?

Alger quickly reached into the sack and grabbed an item from it.

That was a loudspeaker.

He brought the megaphone to his mouth.

(End of this chapter)