Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 298 The Fool is a Thousand Thoughts

Klein knelt outside the gate of the altar square, before him the altar shimmering with blood.

The wills of those two gods seemed to have departed, or perhaps gone to resist the Lord of Storms and the Goddess of Night, who were also of Sequence Zero.

But the altar continues to function, sacrificing souls and transforming Triss's body.

He heard countless wails and cries, the sounds of the people of Backlund being forcibly pulled from their bodies.

The pain in one's soul is unbearable, so this wail was so intense that it almost made Klein burst into tears.

This is not weakness, but basic empathy as a human being.

Similarly, the numbness, pain, resentment, and other suppressed emotions accumulated over many years in the East District factory also became offerings, surging towards the altar like a tide.

Klein was so close that even a tiny bit of it brought him a profound sense of despair.

He lowered his head. He shouldn't have made any sudden movements at this time; there were two demigods beside him, and any action he took would not escape their notice.

He closed his eyes and pursed his lips. He should continue to hide until he could safely emerge from this underground pit and see the light of day again.

He tensed up, then relaxed. Triss was dying, which was a good thing; getting rid of this madwoman was important to him.

Besides, he had no way to stop this catastrophe, and trying to stop it in his own overestimation of his abilities would only lead him to his doom.

Then I...

Klein instantly deactivated his demonic transformation, reverting to the gentleman in the black double-breasted tuxedo, and then snapped his fingers.

pat!

Klein used the demonic flames burning in the altar to perform a fire leap!

"You!" Both the Despair Lady and "Devil" noticed Klein's unusual movements immediately and each took action to stop him.

Even if they didn't believe Klein could cause any harm, they wouldn't allow any accidents to happen!

The space was instantly filled with countless threads, directly interrupting Klein's flame leap.

At the same time, the malice of the "devil" descended, and he was pulled into an abyss in a daze, where endless filth was washing over his soul.

He had little ability to resist the two demigods.

"You can't possibly destroy the altar!" The voice of the "devil" appeared in Klein's mind, carrying a seductive power that even influenced Klein's emotions, amplifying the fear and helplessness in his heart.

Yes, he couldn't possibly destroy the altar, but God could!

Klein's eyes were clear. He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out the silk canvas, and with a sudden shake, everything on the canvas detached from the objects in the painting.

He was now standing on the edge of the altar. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the objects in the paintings flying onto the altar. The crimson flames instantly burned Klein's wallet to ashes, followed by the revolver and the exorcism bullets imbued with some mysterious power.

"The true spirit, the pure being, the ruler of dreams, the supreme being beyond all limits..."

"O supreme dream, I beg for your favor, I beg for your grace..."

Klein ignored his own wildly growing desires and instead prayed fervently and rapidly.

In the time it took to say those two sentences, two demigods had already arrived behind him, and demonic claws and icy spears were about to pierce his body.

Almost all of the things he threw into the altar were destroyed, leaving only the last one.

That was the dream statue that Klein had stolen from the statue of the "Primal Witch"!

These dream statues, which have never been recognized or blessed by the "Supreme Dream," are no different from a stone, and there are countless of them within the Witch Cult.

But things changed after Klein's prayers.

He had touched that endless sea of ​​dreams twice and received corresponding gifts from it. Now he was responding to that inspiration and praying, longing to receive the gaze of the "Supreme Dream".

Based on his understanding of the teachings of the "Supreme Dream" scripture, He would surely prevent this catastrophe.

Klein wasn't sure if he would receive the corresponding favor, but he knew he was special, and the dual-path extraordinary being was the best proof of that.

"...I yearn for your salvation..."

Klein felt the icy spear pierce his skin and freeze his body, praying that it couldn't go on any longer.

At that moment, Klein's spirit wavered, and he vaguely saw that illusory, dreamlike door again.

"That's enough." Just then, Truman chuckled as he refilled Amanisis's coffee.

Amanisis, who descended as a hidden angel, also sensed something and looked towards the very center of the dark clouds.

click!

The dreamlike gate opened slightly, and a truly dreamlike light fell upon the dreamlike statue.

After the light of the dream truly fell upon the statue, the statue acquired a divine aura, becoming a divine object truly capable of communicating with the "supreme dream."

Klein immediately understood this, and then realized that the two demigods behind him were both trapped in a state of time stasis.

"Should I come over?" Klein's spiritual senses were guided.

He tentatively moved forward, his fingers touching the blood-red light around the altar. Unlike the guns and wallets, he wasn't melted away. The statue emitted a soft glow, protecting him.

"It really works!" Klein leaped onto the altar, picked up the statue, and walked step by step toward the very center of the altar.

He had seen this altar before, and even witnessed the "Blood Emperor" controlling it, so he knew exactly where the most crucial point was.

During this process, Klein passed through the area where Triss was located.

He paused, looking at the witch who had captured him twice before.

Normally, he would want to grab him and lock him up in the Channis Gate until he dies.

Now...

Triss is one of the key figures in this sacrifice; she is even the vessel through which the "Primal Witch" descended.

"Kill her!" Klein made his decision.

Bang bang bang!

Klein made a sound, and air bullets hit Triss's head three times in a row.

A Sequence Six Beyonder like him can be killed by a bullet.

But after being shot three times, Triss was completely unharmed!

Oh no, the witch cult has other plans for him... Klein's face was grave, and he had no choice but to bypass her; he had to destroy this sacrifice first.

However, Klein's three bullets were not entirely useless; at least Triss, who had been hit in the head three times, woke up.

She was in very bad shape and gradually lost the will to resist, until she saw a familiar figure from behind.

Such a rich, dreamlike atmosphere... Is he going to stop this sacrifice and save me?

Triss was instantly filled with hope for life.

(End of this chapter)