Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 404 Astronomy Enthusiasts

The blood-red dress made Klein instinctively want to look away, unable to look directly at it.

"Pollution! Extremely severe pollution!"

Klein suddenly realized that the nickname "madwoman" was not wrong; she actually wore this heavily polluted dress!

"Haha!" The "madwoman" laughed heartily when she saw Klein's drastically changed expression, her eyes fixed on a particular page of the book that had been flipping through the pages.

"Full Moon"!

This "full moon" from the "Crimson Scholar" surprisingly evoked a sense of dread that made Klein afraid to approach.

The appearance of the "full moon" caused a crimson moon to hang high above the "madwoman's" head, and wherever the moonlight shone, spirituality flourished wildly.

The stains on the blood-stained clothes became even more apparent in this environment, as if they had truly merged with the "madwoman," almost melting her entire being.

"You really are a madman." Klein looked into those bloodshot eyes and felt that he couldn't save his fellow countryman.

Klein snapped his fingers, and Herwin teleported back to his side, pressing down with his hand, "Mind Storm!"

The "madwoman" seemed to have her reason drained in an instant, standing frozen in place, while Klein reached out to manipulate the threads of her spirit body.

In just three seconds, she will become a secret puppet.

But in the next instant, the spirit thread vanished without a trace.

Klein looked up and calmly watched as the "madwoman" turned into a paper doll.

"Paper doll substitutes" are a method Klein often uses to escape harm.

This "madwoman" may also possess the "spiritual thread" and have sufficient understanding of the "diviner's" path.

"That won't do." Klein sighed softly and casually fiddled with the causal threads.

Click!

A sound like space shattering rang out, and the "madwoman" fell directly out of the spirit world.

"How is this possible!?" The "madwoman" stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Interrupting a teleportation is difficult enough, but now Klein has only fiddled with his fingers a few times.

This is the source of Klein's confidence in saying that "the traveler" cannot escape from him.

With a sufficiently deep cause and effect, he was able to pull the "traveler" back from the other side of the world.

"You're already Sequence Four?! You're even moving faster than Hela and Gandalf?!"

Hela and Gandalf are both vice presidents and have consistently ranked ahead of many curly-haired baboons in the sequence.

The fact that "Madwoman" was able to advance to "Traveler" in such a short time was not due to her own efforts, but rather the hard work of a group of curly-haired baboons who wanted to explore the starry sky.

They pushed the "madwoman" into the role of a "traveler," sending her to explore the universe.

However, the dangers of the starry sky were not anticipated, and the "madwoman" truly went mad.

"Dax!" the "madwoman" roared.

Klein also glanced at the top of the building, the place where one could truly observe the starry sky.

The president of the Astronomical Observation Association is in there.

"They're all right here." Klein walked towards the "madwoman," whose body was surrounded by a dreamlike phosphorescent glow.

Faced with the possibility of being corrupted in the same way as the "Mother Tree of Desire," Klein chose the "dreamlike" path.

"Ha! It's you! It's you!" The "madwoman" suddenly burst into a terrifying laugh after seeing the dreamlike phosphorescence shimmering on Klein's body.

"It's you! You're the one who caused our time travel! You stole everything from us!"

Klein's expression froze, and he frowned as he looked at the madman.

"It's you! It's all because of you!" The "madwoman's" madness intensified several levels after seeing the dreamlike phosphorescence on Klein's body, completely devouring her last bit of sanity.

During this process, the blood-stained clothes on her body completely merged with her. The deep pollution penetrated her soul and body, and her flesh and blood seemed to melt away, with only the blood-stained clothes maintaining her form.

Her face was covered in growing fleshy buds, and she was almost in a state of being out of control and like a monster.

"Die!" The book in her gray-green eyes, tinged with crimson, suddenly flipped open, unleashing countless attacks from within!

Klein's spirit stirred slightly, as if a layer of darkness had been cast over his own, with dark thoughts growing and sliding towards the abyss of division or depravity.

This is an attack at the level of a demigod!

Still too weak... Herwin Rambis, standing beside Klein, snapped his fingers, erasing all the darkness that Klein's spirit had endured.

"Why did you just say it was me?" Compared to the person in front of him who was about to lose control, Klein was more concerned about those few words from before.

"It's you! It's definitely you! You're the reason we were transported here! We're all cannon fodder!"

The attacks recorded in that "book" were released at the same time, and Klein felt that something was wrong.

With a gentle tap, Herwin beside him transformed into an incomplete mythical creature form, directly withstanding attacks from Sequence Five and below.

The few threats that were somewhat threatening were easily neutralized by Klein.

"Cannon fodder?" Klein's expression darkened.

"Who told you that?" Klein grasped the causal thread of the "madwoman".

"Yes..." The "madwoman's" eyes were dazed, as if she had been forcibly psychic by Klein.

"It's the 'original moon'!"

Another voice suddenly rang in Klein's ears.

The scenery before Klein's eyes became completely blurred, including his control over the causal lines and the spiritual lines!

Klein's spiritual senses jolted slightly as he sensed an aura similar to that of a vampire.

"It's the 'Witch King'!" Or rather, the vampire count, a Sequence Four of the "Pharmacist" pathway!

Klein cautiously switched places with the Mystic, allowing Herwin Lambis's mythical creature form to stand before him.

Almost simultaneously, as if darkness had descended, the entire world was enveloped in darkness, and within that darkness, the shackles of the abyss bound Herwin Lambis!

It really is the "Witch King"... Klein knew it.

Herwin Lambis, still bound in chains, suddenly let out a dragon's roar, unleashing another mental storm that impacted reality and swallowed up all the darkness.

"A spiritual plague!"

At this moment, Klein activated his divine skill against demigods. Since he was a demigod, he naturally possessed divinity. "Mental Plague" was a very effective way to weaken demigods.

Snapped!

The shackles of the abyss on Herwin Lambis shattered completely, and Klein also saw the "Witch King".

He was a middle-aged man dressed in Solomon aristocratic attire, his face pale from the "spiritual plague," and his blood-red pupils dull.

However, those who can hang out with a "crazy woman" are probably not normal people either. He had no intention of stabilizing his mental state at all, and instead looked at Klein and laughed.

"Why don't you go and see for yourself? Maybe you can find the answers you need on the moon."

A crack quickly appeared in the center of the "Witch King's" forehead, and a blood-red full moon seemed to be embedded inside, from which a tide of moonlight poured out.

(End of this chapter)