Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 280 The Lost War

The bronze whistle was silent, yet a spiritual energy surged within it; this feeling was especially pronounced in the spirit world.

After the bronze whistle was blown, it slowly spread throughout the spirit world with a certain aura of extremely high status, connecting with the original owner of the bronze whistle.

However, Klein did not expect that after he infused the bronze whistle with his spirituality, the entire desert would fall into some kind of turmoil.

It seems some force has been drawn in, and it is awakening...

At the same moment, Klein's spiritual intuition was pounding wildly, and the entire desert seemed to have become his enemy, radiating intense malice towards him!

"What is this?" Klein's Adam's apple bobbed twice as he looked at the bronze whistle, as if he had just realized something.

"The bronze whistle has an extraordinary attraction for the 'corpse collector' path, and that skeleton just now seemed to..."

Klein seemed to realize something, and his expression turned grim.

Those skeletons had no extraordinary characteristics; they all seemed to have been influenced by some kind of aura and then evolved over many years to become that state.

Now, considering the reaction to blowing the copper whistle, we can infer a high-sequence correlation with the "corpse collector".

"Master! Master!" A desolate scene appeared on the mirror of Arodes, and all the yellow sand in the desert was flowing, with countless skeletons crawling up from the sand!

Depend on……

Klein felt a chill run down his spine. Who knew how many people died in that war? Even if just one percent of the skeletons were to come back to life, that would be a terrifying number!

This was absolutely not something he could resist.

"Which way should I go?" Klein forced himself to calm down and asked Arrodes.

"To the right!" Arodes gave the answer instantly.

Klein didn't waste any time. He produced a gold coin in his hand, performed a simple divination, and confirmed that the direction was correct.

At this moment, Klein could already feel the entire desert trembling; the skeleton army was probably not far away.

A dark, surging "tide" came crashing in, and Klein caught a glimpse of the terrifying sight out of the corner of his eye.

"Hurry up!" Klein quickened his pace, his mind tense. Fortunately, the "Mirror Knight" had given him the physique of a knight; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to hold on by the "Magician" alone.

"Kill!" Klein was surrounded by a dozen skeletons rushing towards him. The evil spirits within these skeletons had waged a war in their previous lives, and now they would naturally not spare a single living person.

These skeletons were even targeted at the bronze whistle on Klein's body... or rather, at the owner of the bronze whistle.

"Bang bang bang!" Klein used air bullets in succession to knock down several skeletons, but there were just too many of them!

"Master, am I your most humble servant?" Arodes asked.

Klein did not answer, nor did he need to.

laugh!

A burst of intense lightning swept away all the surrounding skeletal soldiers.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace.

But the number of skeletal soldiers surrounding them was increasing!

It gradually accumulated to the point that even Arodes couldn't clean it up completely!

Looking at the surging army of skeletons, Klein felt a sense of despair and resignation to his fate.

But Klein did not give up. Instead, he remained remarkably calm in the face of life and death, preparing to confront the endless tide with the mirror in his hand.

Just before he was engulfed by the black tide, something else suddenly happened before his eyes.

The tide turned into ink, the yellow sand into yellow spots, and the world was transformed into a strange oil painting.

This is a scene from a spirit world teleportation.

Before Klein could react, a figure appeared beside him.

The figure was of medium height, with bronze skin, dressed in a black formal suit and wearing a tall silk hat.

"Mr. Azik!" Klein exclaimed with delight.

"I'm sorry, this might be my fault." Azik looked at the skeletons in front of him, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"What?" Klein didn't react for a moment.

Roar!

The next instant, the terrifying skeleton army unleashed an even more ferocious aura. Upon seeing this Death Archon, these undead charged forward with even greater fearlessness!

This is clearly abnormal. Even Klein knows that the "corpse collector" pathway has an extremely strong suppressive effect on evil spirits and corpses.

Looking at the overwhelming army of skeletons, Azik's eyes revealed a sorrow that Klein could not comprehend.

He slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it into the void, and all the skeletons froze at the same moment.

He is the "Death Archon" and has an extremely strong aura of dominion over these undead creatures.

At this point, Klein understood why Mr. Azik had said it was his problem.

These skeleton armies seemed to harbor a deep hatred for Him.

This is why Klein's blowing of the bronze whistle caused all the skeletons to awaken.

Only then did Klein have time to examine the skeleton soldiers. From the extremely dilapidated remains, Klein could roughly determine that soldiers from both empires were here.

Why would the skeleton soldiers of both empires hate one person so much?!

Klein couldn't understand it either.

"Rest in peace." Mr. Azik reached out and drew a gate to the underworld.

This is a bronze-colored portal, its surface engraved with countless eerie runes. A chilling aura emanates from it, yet one inexplicably feels a sense of peace.

In just a few moments, an immeasurably magnificent gate to the underworld stood atop the yellow sands, sucking the skeleton soldiers inside.

Klein was amazed by this powerful force, but he didn't ask any questions.

"Come with me." Mr. Azik led Klein across the yellow sand after sending all the skeleton soldiers into the gates of the underworld.

The direction Azik took Klein was also the direction Klein fled in.

"I am the 'Death Archon,' and this is Sequence Two of the 'Death' pathway," Mr. Azik suddenly said, and Klein remained listening.

Mr. Azik now needs an audience.

Klein's breathing became slightly heavier, which was somewhat expected, but he was still shocked.

However, after being influenced by some of the explosive news in Russell's diary, the angel seems to have become more accepting of it. Just a few days ago, he even met a "Mercury Serpent" of Sequence One.

"At the same time, I am the 'Son of Death' and the governor of the Byron Empire."

Klein finally couldn't help but gasp. Was this a bit of an exaggeration?!

Although the Byron Empire has split and is no longer as prosperous as it once was, and no powerful man like Roselle has come along to reform it, it is still the former master of the Southern Continent!

The emperor of the Byron Empire is the "Emperor of the Underworld," the true "Grim Reaper."

Klein thought of many things in an instant, while maintaining a high level of focus.

"This war was fought under my leadership," Mr. Azik said with a touch of sadness, "and I lost it."

(End of this chapter)