A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

"Coming in?"

"Coming in."

"Huh? Why don't I feel anything?"

"..."

"say."

"It won't do any good to stop your silly little tricks and continue to take advantage of me with your words."

Hearing this, Klein shrugged and finally calmed down a bit.

Sweep around.

As far as the eye can see, the environment is almost unchanged from before.

He couldn't help but wonder.

Is this really the ‘hidden realm’?

Don't cause any trouble.

That would be great fun.

Amon seemed to see through Klein's mind and said disdainfully: "The inside and outside are all one. 'Secret' doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It just requires special rituals to interact with reality. Stop guessing, do business." "

Klein thought for a moment and made a 'please' gesture, "Meng Ge, lead the way."

Amon laughed angrily.

So stubborn.

OK.

Anyway, it’s just a historical projection, and it will be gone if it falls apart.

When the real opportunity is lost, he can’t be blamed.

Thinking of this, Amon squeezed his monocle and took Klein to start climbing with him at leisure.

The main peak of Honakis is huge.

At least it's much bigger than imagined.

With a good big brother like Amon by his side, Klein just asked if he didn't understand.

Amon explained one by one patiently.

The road is completely deserted.

Klein frowned slightly as he watched.

I always feel...

It was different from what I dreamed about that night.

Ake is always self-aware.

The ‘Fool’ path has some authority to foresee the future;

As a person favored by the night, dreams carry the meaning of enlightenment and warning.

so--

‘Flocks of crows’, ‘empty towns’, ‘looming palaces’.

These are extremely important clues.

"What's wrong?" Amon paused and suddenly turned his head.

Klein shook his head, "The direction is wrong."

Wrong direction?

Amon was a little confused and said: "Hey, I took you to climb the mountain honestly, and I didn't play any tricks."

He pretended to be disappointed, "I thought our relationship was close enough that we could trust each other."

Klein laughed dryly and said, "Brother Meng, you are too worried. I didn't mean that."

After finishing his words, he stretched out his hand to collect a ray of gray-white mist.

"What I'm saying is that Antigonus may not be at the literal summit."

Amon is not stupid.

After a little reminder, he understood and said tentatively: "A trap in a trap?"

The so-called "set within a set" means two layers of seals.

The first level is the 'secret' of the Night Goddess. Those who are not the goddess's loved ones are not allowed to enter the real main peak of Honakis.

On the second level, the special nature of the main peak of Honakis makes outsiders forever lost in it and unable to climb to the top.

Klein didn't speak, but lowered the citrine on his wrist and began to divine.

Although Amon had said things like 'a mere demigod' and 'divination is invalid' before.

But at this time, he still chose to wait and see.

Spirituality spreads little by little.

Klein closed his eyes, and the murmurs of 'Honakis...Fregera...' could be heard intermittently in his ears.

At the same time, the citrine rotates crazily counterclockwise.

Beside, Amon watched with great interest.

In his eyes, Klein seemed to be unable to suppress the influence of high-level existence on himself. Transparent and wriggling bugs fell from his face, which looked very scary.

Amon even wanted to pick one up and play with it.

But at this moment, Klein suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes.

"found it!"

Following his words, the surrounding fog seemed to find an outlet, sweeping towards Klein.

Klein did not resist and allowed the fog to surround him.

Amon pinched his monocle, and his figure also disappeared into the mist.

I do not know how long it has been.

The two appeared again.

The place is still the same place.

The location has not changed.

But the atmosphere was completely different from before.

Klein sniffed and said like a magician: "The Lost Country opened its door to Allah."

"You can use these words later when you deceive believers." Amon twitched the corner of his mouth.

Then he nodded slightly: "That demon wolf really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

Ake pretended to be shy, "I can only enter here because of the Source Castle."

Amon:......

I'm not complimenting you.

You have such a good attitude when talking about it. You were obviously scared to death of me not long ago.

Simply ignoring Klein, Amon pinched his monocle and felt it a little.

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction: "Over there."

Coincidentally, Klein made the same move as him.

The two looked at each other.

"There is a connection between hearts, Kedi."

"Brother Meng is a talented man and a beautiful woman."

Amon: Speechless.jpg

Klein: Potion digestion progress +1%

The fog remains.

Visible range is extremely small.

Klein and Amon moved forward almost gropingly.

Fortunately, there was no danger along the way.

The two stepped into a small town one after the other.

"here!"

Klein was almost sure at a glance that the town in front of him was the one he had dreamed about before.

Amon looked at a certain roof inadvertently.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "It can't be wrong, it is Antigonus who believes in this place."

Following Amon's line of sight, Klein saw the wolf eagle on the roof.

as well as……

"Feathers of birds?" Klein thought to himself, but his face remained calm.

Amon turned to look at Klein, "What's next? Should we continue climbing, or should we explore here?"

"Of course it's exploration. Antigonus can't run away." Klein said without thinking.

After saying that, without waiting for Amon to reply, he walked into the town on his own, and was hidden by the mist in an instant.

The architecture of the town is old-fashioned.

Very different from the real world.

The most conspicuous building is an ancient steeple church.

It is completely black, has no bell tower, and has one crow after another hovering at the top.

Klein walked towards the church uncontrollably as if possessed.

There are many buildings scattered around the church, including ordinary two-story houses and simple wooden houses.

He looked at the bakery with its sign hanging and the mill powered by a waterwheel.

After thinking for a moment, he opened a door and walked in.

The firewood burned quietly in the house, and there was even steaming food on the dining table.

However, there was no one alive, as if time had stood still, and everything fell asleep in the quiet and peaceful night.

"The power of darkness, the realm of tranquility... So, what exactly happened here?"

Klein frowned for an unknown number of times.

Too many questions made him feel uneasy.

Could it be Antigonus who caused all this?

Or, the goddess of the night?

Or someone else?

Klein narrowed his eyes and stared at the crows above the steeple church.

He felt that there was an inexplicable force silently controlling him...

"Have you ever heard of the Law of Extraordinary Aggregation?" Suddenly, Amon appeared behind Klein like a ghost, holding his monocle and deliberately reminding him: "There must be something there."

"Maybe it's a human being. In short, it has a lot of background." Klein said very calmly.

There's no point in guessing.

If you want to find out the truth, you have to go deep.

Even if you know there is danger ahead, you still have to do it.

Klein was fully prepared and stepped into the steeple church with Amon.

As soon as he walked through the iron gate, the crow squatting on the top of the church suddenly lowered his head.

His eyes were locked on the two of them.

Amon thought thoughtfully: "Crow? I seem to know something."

But when Klein asked him in detail, he started to act like the Riddler again and refused to say a word.

Klein had no choice but to push open the church door with courage.

Squeak——

The door is open, and the steeple church looks like a giant beast with its mouth open.

With the help of the dim light, Klein finally saw the scene inside clearly: the man in overalls, the gentleman wearing a top hat, the girl with ruffled cuffs, the lady with flowers on her skirt... everyone was hanging in the air. ,like a statue.

ah! ah! ah!

As if to provide a soundtrack to this eerie and terrifying scene, a crow emitted a heart-stopping neighing.

At this moment, the figures swayed like wind chimes.

Their mouths opened and they made sounds that were almost gibbering.

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

These sounds overlapped like ocean waves and penetrated into Klein's ears.

Klein's scalp suddenly became numb and his whole body was trembling slightly.

However, he still steeled himself, forced himself to look at the densely packed figures hanging in the air, and said softly: "The spirituality is restrained, the color of the aura is normal, but it gives people an extremely dull feeling? Like a marionette but... It’s not a Secret Puppet…”

Then, he quietly pinched the first joint of his index finger with his left thumb and began to observe the 'spiritual threads' of those people.

While Klein was doing these things, Amon played the role of a bystander extremely seriously without saying a word.

After Klein confirmed that all the 'spiritual threads' were gathered together in one place, Amon said: "It's so funny. Why are such good people hanging up?"

ah?

Is this what you can say to someone who takes over the whole family, including men, women, children, and even cats, dogs, and bugs?

Klein couldn't help but twitch his lips.

At this time, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a picture: I don't know when, his own 'spiritual body thread' was also floating upward on its own, extending to the highest point of the church and reaching the source of those figures hanging.

"Holy shit!" In desperation, Klein directly said a sentence in Chinese.

Without having time to think about it, he quickly activated the power of Origin Castle and affected his own 'spiritual body thread' with a high level.

"What a pity." Amon couldn't help but say it when he saw it.

Three big question marks suddenly appeared above Klein's head.

Do you dare to tell me again in front of me what you are regretting?

But now is not the time to ignore this guy.

Klein calmed down,

The hanging figures above his head were swaying, as if looking down at him.

Fortunately, these people have not shown any intention to attack.

In other words, it is temporarily safe

When the strange scene around them no longer existed, Klein and Amon continued to go deeper.

After walking twenty or thirty meters, Klein saw the dark altar belonging to this church.

A stone statue stands above the altar.

It has the overall appearance of a human female, but two animal legs grow out of its ribs and waist, which are covered with short, thick and hard black hair.

In addition, the stone statue is surrounded by thin black bands, which look like extending pillars.

At the foot of the stone statue, countless souls are sleeping, as if they are surrounded by stars.

Klein's eyes moved little by little, looking at the head of the stone statue.

What came into view was a beautiful face.

"this……"

Klein was shocked.

Immediately, I thought, ‘It’s true’.

This face was not unfamiliar to him.

Because he had been face to face with this face.

Although it was covered with a veil, Klein believed that there was no mistake.

‘Mother of the Sky’, sister of the demon wolf Antigonus, one of the builders of the Kingdom of Night.

At the same time, it is also the vessel for the descent of the "Night Goddess"!

If nothing unexpected happens, Klein actually wants to study the statue of ‘Mother of Heaven’ for a while.

But the old man wearing a black robe and a hood diagonally behind the statue, with his head lowered and his eyes closed, made him have to brace himself.

In Klein's eyes, this old man with a beard is even weirder than the people hanging in the air.

The opponent's 'spiritual body thread' extended backward from the body, but did not float high into the sky and converge on the top of the church. Instead, it wound around the body and returned to its original position.

Like tying a knot, source and destination become one.

"Perhaps, this is the reason why he was not hung." Klein thought to himself.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes.

The eyes are dark, like eyes on the surface of lightless water!

The old man sitting diagonally behind the statue woke up at some point and looked at Klein calmly.

Klein felt chills all over his body.

The old man stared at Klein, with his mouth half-closed, and said vaguely: "Finally... finally another 'divinationist' came here..."

Amon let out a 'ha' sound and walked forward without waiting for Klein to react. Then he looked at the old man with interest and said with a smile: "It is indeed you, Zaratul."

Zaratul?

Which Zarath?

It is the legendary Zaratul who fell after being besieged by Antigonus and Mr. Gate;

Or is it the Zaratul who later founded the Secret Order and helped fellow villager Huang Tao many times?

Klein remained calm and silently retreated further behind Amon, quite capturing the essence of Han Tianzun.

After hearing this, little Zaratul realized that in addition to the strange 'divineer', someone else had come to him.

Black curly hair, wide forehead, wearing a pointed hat and monocle...

Amon? !

Little Zaratul's 'sleepy energy' suddenly disappeared, and he forced himself to stand up.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so excited, I won't eat you." Amon squeezed his monocle, "I have learned how to do it now, and I am a good citizen."

After sizing up the other person for a while, he suddenly changed the topic, "No, you are not Zaratul."

Turning to look at Klein, "Like me, this guy is just a projection of history."

Historical projection?

Hearing this, Klein's hanging heart relaxed a little.

But he still didn't lose his guard.

Nowadays, the chance of Amon cheating him is very small, but it is by no means zero.

He stared at Amon and said calmly: "Explain, explain, what historical projection is."

"Historical projection still needs explanation? Isn't this your old profession?"

Klein: "I'll let you explain what historical projection is."

"The projection of history is the projection of history."

Klein: "Explain, explain, what the fuck, historical projection..."

"Historical projection is historical projection. How else to explain this?"

Little Zaratul looked at Klein and Amon's double act, and finally couldn't help it anymore, coughing lightly: "I think I can explain this problem." (End of Chapter)