Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 283 Altar

"What altar?" Klein admired the ancient city from the Quaternary period, seeing the asymmetrical beauty of the Solomon Empire.

"The altar of the 'Red Priest'!" Azik stepped forward and slammed open the ancient city wall.

This city, sealed off for who knows how many years, has finally been opened.

Klein, unaware of the danger, looked inside and saw only a terrifying crater.

Klein saw neither the so-called altar nor anything else, only a deep, endless pit.

"Of all the information captured in this image, only this altar is real. It is a remnant left behind after the 'Hidden Emperor' killed the 'Blood Emperor,' and it is their battlefield."

Altars and battlefields? Klein thought of the "Blood Emperor" he had seen, pinned to an altar by the Spear of Fate, divine blood flowing down and soaking into many runes.

"It's gone now." Azik's face was grave.

"That altar..." Klein asked.

"The altar of the 'Red Priest'," Azik repeated.

Klein suddenly realized that this was probably equivalent to a gun in the hands of a soldier, or a magical item in the hands of an extraordinary being.

"This could be a bit troublesome." Azik Eggers stared at the crater for a long time without saying a word, then took a step back and put his hand on Klein's shoulder.

"You can find the coordinates here through divination. When you have enough knowledge, you can come back here to take a look. Now let's go back first," Aziksin explained softly.

Klein had no problem with that; the knowledge he had gained today was sufficient.

"Buzz!" The absurd world, like an ink painting, reappeared, and Klein could clearly feel his body moving away from the spirit world and returning to reality.

The world quickly returned to normal, and when Klein opened his eyes, he found himself back in his detective agency. Mr. Azik had left, possibly related to the altar.

"Uh..." Klein felt dizzy and was not quite used to the feeling of rapid teleportation.

"Klein!" Leonard exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm fine." Klein shook his head and nodded gently to Leonard and the others who were surprised and delighted. Even Miss Sharon and Marich looked over with concern.

"Someone saved me. I didn't fall into Triss's hands," Klein said, sitting down on the sofa and gently pinching his brow.

"It's good that he wasn't arrested." Leonard's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"I've heard that the fates of those dream cultists who are captured by witches are generally quite..." Leonard couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

"Then you rest first. I'll go inform Belt and the others. The Aurora Society is also looking for you, as well as Bishop Truman." Leonard said a few words and quickly left.

During the time Klein was missing, they tried every possible method to rescue him.

"If you have any questions, please call us." Marich and Miss Sharon nodded slightly to Klein and left, leaving behind a quiet environment.

Klein went straight back to his room, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window at the crimson night, his mind blank. It took him a long time to come to his senses.

"I've survived a close call." Klein suddenly felt extremely hungry and quickly got up.

"There's dinner prepared for you in your kitchen." Marich appeared out of nowhere, startling Klein.

He remained seated in the darkest corner, and even with his "living corpse" physique, Klein didn't notice him.

"Oh, thank you!" Klein said, then quickly finished his still-warm dinner.

"Finally, I feel a bit more real." Klein's spiritual recovery is going well, and his headache is gone.

"Well... I'll be going now." Marich made sure Klein was alright, then left.

Klein rested for a while, then took four steps backward and arrived above the gray fog.

"Indeed, this is still the safest place," Klein muttered to himself, then began to organize his memories.

Why did he persist even when he knew he might not be able to see through that chaotic flow of information?

He just wanted to remember it more clearly. After all, just because Klein couldn't see clearly didn't mean that Mr. Fool couldn't see clearly!

The gray fog itself has the power to eliminate interference and bypass restrictions. Here, he has a very high chance of being able to reconstruct that stream of information into a battlefield through his memories!

Klein fell into a dream and returned to that ancient battlefield.

He looked up at the turbulent flow of information, and then his eyes were illuminated by a beam of light.

That was the trajectory left by the spear of fate, like the horn of an antelope, nowhere to be found.

"Is that the 'Hidden Emperor'?" Klein saw the figure enveloped in a torrent of information in the sky, something Klein had never seen before.

That perfect arc was the spear of destiny He hurled.

Klein's gaze was irresistibly drawn to the spear of fate, landing on the mysterious, eerie altar and piercing through the blood-red figure.

The "Blood Emperor" was nailed to His altar.

"You...you're not just you!"

"And Adam!"

The Blood Emperor's final roar carried a sense of disbelief, as well as a sudden realization; He understood everything.

Even in his dream, Klein subconsciously held his breath, instinctively feeling that he had come across a terrifying secret.

"Was everything I had... all part of your plan?" Klein heard the Blood Emperor's final murmur, and his whole body turned cold.

The "Hidden Emperor" seemed to speak as well, but Klein couldn't hear it clearly and instinctively moved closer.

At that moment, the true god, enveloped in knowledge, seemed to sense something and glanced back at Klein.

"Mysterious..."

The Hidden Emperor looked at Klein with a strange gaze, and his voice even sounded somewhat familiar to Klein.

Klein froze, as if the gaze of that true god had truly pierced through time and landed upon him.

boom!

Endless information flooded into Klein's mind, instantly shattering his dream.

Klein awoke from the gray fog and immediately exploded. At that moment, the paper figure that Klein had prepared beforehand burst into flames, and his body appeared on Mr. World's chair.

Klein's expression was quite bitter, because this time there was no way to avoid it.

Because it is valuable knowledge with genuine mystical significance, not an attack!

"Ah!" Klein's body exploded, releasing a mass of information larger than himself.

The gray mist surged suddenly, protecting Klein's spirit body, which gradually condensed. However, this time he was in a very sorry state, and his face was pale.

(End of this chapter)