Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 567 Powerful Instant Kill
The magnificent Pinocchio Grand Theatre appeared like a mirage, forcefully covering the cold testing ground.

The appearance of the golden giant suddenly reduced the pressure on Klein, and the feeling that his consciousness had almost been shattered was no longer there.

The notes of order reappeared, once again isolating that hand.

"It's been a long time, Klein. You seem to have grown a lot." The choir bowed to Klein. "We salute you, as always."

"Ah, it has been a long time since we last met." Klein nodded.

"This still feels like a dream." The Qi Xiang choir spoke in a mixed voice, as if many people were talking at once, and looked up at the sky. "Chief of the Infinite... no, Star Howl. I never thought you would be facing her..."

“Huh? Both of these names sound like male names, don’t they?” Klein also looked up at the slender, long, fair hand. “Especially the Infinite Chieftain… that sounds like an old man carrying an axe and a flag.”

Klein's expression suddenly turned to shock: "Could it be a sissy?!"

Oh, this is pretty exciting.

“It seems you’re getting along well with that Masked Fool,” Sunday said with a hint of helplessness, as if he hadn’t expected Klein to say such a thing. “But it’s not surprising, after all, he’s led you down the path of [Pleasure].

His voice was still mixed with countless murmurs.

“The Infinite Chief, the Ailenev of All Destinies…” Sunday stated its information directly without recalling it. “They are the messengers of [Harmony], but not a specific mortal, but rather aspects of Himself, which can take the form of any member of the family when needed.”

"As for Starscream... Nanuk of Destruction once visited and set a world of harmony ablaze, elevating this great lord from the ashes of the infinite multitude."

On Sunday, he looked at Xingxiao's hand again, his tone calm:

"At that time, the one who summoned the 'Infinite Chieftain' was a young female tuner from the Sky Ring Clan, who is the one you are seeing now."

The two had been talking for some time, but the legion had not charged forward.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't.

Dense swarms of phantom soldiers and doomsday beasts surrounded Klein and the "Singing Choir" of Dominix on Sunday.

However, neither they nor their ranged attacks could get close to the two.

They appeared to be rushing forward with all their might, and various arrows and beams of light floated in the air as if flying towards Klein. You could even see the air currents they created and the ripples they left in the air.

But no matter what, they couldn't get close to Klein and Sunday.

With Dominix's help in fighting the "contamination" from "Starscream," Klein only needs to create some mistakes and fool space to easily control the entire legion's overwhelming number of virtual soldiers.

Legions with Starscream and those without Starscream are completely different concepts. In Klein's view, the difference is as huge as the difference between a true god and an ordinary person.

"I hope the number of dummy pawns on the field will stop increasing," Klein whispered his wish, then immediately granted it, creating an error to make it happen in the most extreme way.

In the sky, the warships that were continuously dropping virtual soldiers seemed to have stalled, exploding one after another.

Unbeknownst to Klein, among the swarm of virtual soldiers, one who had been parasitized by Klein and given a monocle clapped twice uncontrollably, seemingly praising Klein for his skillful use of the "wrong" authority so soon after acquiring it. However, this virtual soldier was blending seamlessly into the thousands of others; his movements were inconspicuous and unnoticed by anyone. Even the surrounding virtual soldiers seemed to have their attention stolen, completely oblivious to his unusual behavior.

"It seems you just need me to help you keep Xingxiao occupied." Sunday's tone carried a hint of relief.

The last time he asked for help, Klein was just an ordinary person who couldn't even beat a witch.

He appears to be an ordinary person, at least on Sunday.

But now, a snap of the fingers can suppress an army of at least tens of thousands of soldiers.

Seeing Klein grow on his own was more satisfying to him than if he had intervened personally.

If it were the old him, he might have preferred to be in control of everything. But now he is no longer in a hurry to make choices for others. Instead, he hopes to see those he helps stand up on their own.

There is always a paradise that needs to be built by "people," and those people must be the local people themselves, not this high and mighty outsider.

“Ah, yes.” Klein nodded. “Could you please help me out again?”

“Of course.” Sunday nodded, and the giant Dominion gradually rose and flew toward the hand.

Seeing this, Klein didn't say anything more.

He canceled the trick on space, and the legions swarmed in swiftly.

Klein himself disappeared from the spot, then reappeared in mid-air, removed his head, and entered the form of a mythical creature.

The spiritual threads that had disappeared from the bodies of the illusory soldiers and doomsday beasts on the ground, which had long since vanished with the passing of their lives, were reawakened and suddenly floated up into the sky, towards Klein.

They stopped moving almost simultaneously in the next instant.

The next second, the countless phantom soldiers and doomsday beasts wriggled and changed, each instantly growing into Klein Moretti, wearing a half-high silk top hat and a black trench coat.

Immediately afterwards, some of them suddenly collapsed and turned into worms; some suddenly aged and had their time stolen; some suddenly lost their luster in their eyes and had their spiritual threads erased; some collapsed inward and turned into layer upon layer of doors, the vacuum of which sucked in the surrounding Klein.

Countless people died or were injured in an instant, giving Xingxiao no chance to revive them.

Klein pointed his severed head at the legion below, taking in their entirety.

Finally, that head closed its eyes.

The deceased should rest in peace; otherwise, it is an "illness" that needs treatment.

The physician, who offered advice, cured the "difficult and complicated disease" of "they are still alive".

(End of this chapter)