Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 440 Zarathustra

Klein walked out of St. Samuel's Church with a calm expression, but the moment he stepped across the threshold, his spirit suddenly stirred.

"Danger?!" Klein instantly became alert. After becoming a "True Apostle," his spiritual intuition for danger had evolved to the point where he could sense if someone was taking action against him.

This ability is a higher-level application of the "causal line" of the "causal benefactor".

Of course, it doesn't reach the level of a "writer" who can know the other person's information; it's just a touch of one's own spirituality.

"Someone is watching this place." Klein thought to himself as he continued walking forward, gently fiddling with the causal threads.

"Butler! The captain was looking for you!" Suddenly, a "red glove" caught up with Klein.

"Leonard? Okay, I'll go back." Klein turned around and walked back into St. Samuel's Church.

Sure enough, the moment Klein turned around, that premonition vanished.

"Those targeting me are even enemies who have already discovered my identity..."

Klein returned to his office with a calm expression, naturally not seeing Leonard. The "Red Glove" had only been indirectly hypnotized by him through the influence of causal lines.

"Your fate has just experienced some ups and downs," the "Serpent of Fate" reminded you at the opportune moment.

Having such a probe snake is really great... Klein nodded silently.

"Someone's watching me." Klein sat on the sofa and brewed himself a pot of black tea.

"Is it the Augustus family? Although they have reached an agreement with the church, there is still a possibility that they might target me."

"And then there's Triss... Could she have actually found out something?"

"Other enemies include Amun, Zarathustra, and even the legendary Antigonus..."

"You..." Even the "Serpent of Fate" was speechless. "Fortunately, I only have the Stupid Serpent as an enemy on my path."

Klein had no choice but to follow the path of becoming a "fortune teller".

"Too many enemies, too few clues, I can't be sure which one is targeting me." Klein couldn't be sure, but he wasn't in a hurry. At least he was safe in St. Samuel's Church.

"Lure the snake out of its hole!" Klein stroked his chin, reached out and grabbed to the side, pulling out a Sherlock Holmes before "realizing" him.

A clone that could be mistaken for a real person appeared.

Klein's main body clenched his fist and propped his head up, his consciousness transferring to his clone. "Let's go, let's go out and take a look."

Now in his clone form, "Serpent of Fate" is at his most reckless moment, the bracelet flying directly into Klein's clone.

The word "travel" flashed through Klein's mind. He reached out and pulled, opening the "Traveler's Door" to teleport to the East District of Backlund.

In that instant, Klein sensed an attraction, and his journey was disrupted!

"The Law of Extraordinary Characteristics Convergence!" Klein reacted instantly, but at that moment, he saw a familiar figure.

Zarathustra's deep gaze fell on Klein, his face showing a deep sense of surprise.

"So it was you."

"It really was you."

Klein and Zarathustra spoke one after the other, both confirming their guesses.

"Ah!" "Ah!"

The church behind Zarathustra suddenly opened, revealing a black, pointed church filled with countless corpses, or rather, puppets.

The corpses suddenly lowered their heads, all looking at Klein, giving him a strong mental shock.

However, Klein had also experienced the "trickster" and was already very accepting of such bizarre scenes.

He paid no attention to the marionettes, only staring at Zaratu, who seemed somewhat strange to him.

*Snap!* Klein felt his spiritual threads flying toward Zarathustra, about to be taken into His grasp.

Well, the current Klein is an avatar, but he does possess the threads of the spirit body, which is also a "realized illusion".

Klein reached out and grabbed at empty air, finally realizing the strangeness of the Zarathustra before him.

"Historical projection?" Klein's eyelids twitched. He was finally experiencing the disgusting side of this ability. He had not been able to find Zarathustra's causal line!

"'The One Favored by Cause and Effect'..." Zarathustra suddenly nodded, seemingly sensing Klein's intention to find his causal threads.

Klein has once again encountered an enemy whose causal threads he cannot grasp; the last time it was Amon.

It was at this point that Zarathustra had completed his control over Klein's spirit threads.

"You?" But Klein was not controlled as he had expected, nor had he broken free from control.

This bizarre situation left Zarathustra bewildered.

"Spatial Imprisonment!" Zarathustra's eyes darkened, and a projection of angelic history formed from starlight stepped out from beside him. With a wave of his hand, the entire void was completely imprisoned.

"The Planeswalkers?" Upon seeing this, Klein also pulled out a historical projection, "The Rose Patriarch!"

This is the messenger lady at the height of her career.

The space where Klein was located instantly collapsed, turning into a terrifying spatial storm that swept everything away.

Klein reached out and pressed down on the Sultan's shoulder. With a pop, the two of them turned into a dreamlike bubble, and the terrifying spatial storm could not cause them any harm.

This is another application of "transformation between virtual and real".

"The True Apostle!" A dark, ominous light suddenly flashed in Zarathustra's eyes.

He was a citizen of the Solomon Empire and the head of an "angelic family," so he naturally had a deep understanding of the "dreamlike" path.

"You have received such favor." Zarathustra's expression was solemn, but the next moment he became resolute. Once He decided to participate in this competition, there was no way He could back out.

Klein appeared at the edge of the sealed space, unable to move away.

At the same time, he also saw the starlight; in this space, he could not possibly be faster than a Planeswalker.

The young lady suddenly looked up at the figure formed from starlight and slightly opened her mouth.

An invisible attack disrupted the starlight and caused space to tremble slightly.

Klein was cornered, and as he appeared in that corner, a very strange feeling emanated from the confined space.

Klein felt a chill run down his spine.

"I've finally found you." A voice entered Klein's mind, plaintive and tearful, making Klein feel terrible.

It was at this moment that Klein finally realized what he had encountered. In his spiritual perception, this corner was covered with cobwebs!

He was like an ignorant prey that willingly jumped into the trap.

"It's the power of the 'Miracleist'!" Klein confirmed this power. Only this kind of suppression of power could make his spirituality fall into the trap without warning.

"Don't be afraid, it's only temporary." Triss emerged from the darkness, her gaze gentle as she looked at Klein trapped in the trap.

(End of this chapter)