Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 490: A sneak attack on the old man Zaratul (big chapter)

In the foggy town, Klein has overcome his suspicion when he first arrived and began to explore the town carefully. Apart from him, no other normal people have been found here so far.

But judging from some traces of life left here, this place has been intermittently active, and the architectural style here is very similar to the ancient ruins on the main peak of the Honakis Mountains.

It was ancient, mysterious, weird and had an aura that made him excited.

Here, there is definitely a deep connection with the diviner path.

What is the relationship between the Honakis Mountains and the goddess?
According to textual historical records, there once was a kingdom of night here, and the being who dominated it was revered as the Mother of Heaven.

Could it be that the Mother of Heaven was once the avatar of the Night Goddess walking on earth?
Is this the former site of the Kingdom of God abandoned by the Night Goddess?

Klein continued to explore everything here with many questions. Although he encountered some dangers in the process, he was able to overcome them one by one.

During this period, he gradually understood the role of this foggy town. It should be a prison built by the goddess of the night.

Some enemies of the Church of the Night, or those who offended the goddess of the night, were imprisoned in this small town by the figure with dull eyes, using an ability similar to the power of an eraser.

If you want to survive here, the only feasible way is to "eat people", whether it is due to the need for spiritual exhaustion or the madness accumulated from being imprisoned for a long time.

The people who are still alive here are already alienated monsters in a sense.

Until he came to the old church in the center of the foggy town.

The vague call comes from this.

Klein finally understood why the goddess of the night teleported him here, probably just to let him explore this church.

But from the reactions of those who survived, it was obvious that this was the most dangerous place in the entire foggy town.

Klein did not enter the church immediately. He first took out Will's paper crane and the time charm given to him by Hastur from his coat pocket.

Will's Paper Crane has lost its function here. It is impossible to communicate with Will through the Paper Crane, and it is impossible to borrow the power of the Mercury Snake.

On the other hand, the time charm with the starry sky on the back that Hastur gave me was still flashing with a thin layer of starlight.

It only needs to be lightly stimulated with spirituality to exert its original function.

This calmed Klein's mood a little. He put Will's paper crane back into his pocket and stuck the time charm in the palm of his right hand so that he could activate it at any time.

He looked up at this ancient dilapidated church. According to Hastur's previous reminder, Zarath should be inside.

Is Zaratul really imprisoned here by the goddess of the night?
If that were the case, wouldn't the goddess of the night already have firm control over the entire diviner path?

No matter which extraordinary person is on the diviner path, as long as he wants to be promoted to a higher order, he must obtain the permission of the goddess of the night.

A fortune teller fed by the night.

"Why does it feel like raising a cat?"

Klein muttered a few words, and his fear of the goddess of the night deepened.

At this time, around the steeple of the ancient church, flying crows opened their mouths and made a wah-wah-wah sound.

It sounds like a group of babies crying, which makes people feel hairy deep in their hearts.

The crimson moon in the sky became very dark, and the surrounding buildings, including the shadows they cast, seemed to come alive.

A terrifying and weird aura instantly filled the entire foggy town, and Klein had the illusion that he was in the mouth of some kind of monster, and that only the church in front of him was a safe house.

The door of the church was closed. He gently pushed open the door of the church with both hands, and walked in as if his steps were uncontrollable.

The light of the crimson moon was blocked by the church. Everything here seemed to be back to normal, but not quite normal.

In the mid-air of the church, in the area as far as the eye can see, there are figures hanging one after another.

All are human!

Some of them were wearing black classical robes, some were wearing brown jackets, and some were wearing fluffy skirts. Among them were men and women, old and young.

If they really have anything in common, they are all like dried bacon, hanging from a high place, their heads drooped, their eyes rolled white, and their withered bodies swayed in the breeze.

This scene made Klein's scalp tingle, his back pressed against the wall, and his eyes full of wariness.

When a cold wind blew inside the church, the swaying and hanging bodies turned at the same time, with their faces all facing Klein, their mouths opened, and they made sounds that were almost gibbering.

"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

These murmurs surged back and forth and overlapped in the interior space of the church, which was not too big to begin with, like waves crashing layer by layer on the sea.

Gradually, a heart-stirring piece of music was superimposed, causing Klein's heart to tremble slightly.

Every time he took the potion to be promoted, he would vaguely hear this murmur. He originally thought it might be a part of the broken knowledge left in the potion, or a high-sequence extraordinary person vs. a low-sequence extraordinary person. influence exerted.

It's like Mr. Men's full moon rants.

Only now did he understand that the source of all this nonsense was the corpses in this ancient church!

This is not just a numb scalp, but also a trembling throughout the body.

Klein took a few deep breaths to stabilize his mind and prevent himself from losing control due to these gibberings.

He first made a simple divination with gold coins, then tapped his teeth, turned on his spiritual vision, and looked at the corpses in the sky.

I saw illusory black lines extending behind them, extending towards the highest point of the ancient church.

They are like puppets suspended by spiritual threads.

The thread of my own spiritual body is also floating in that direction, as if that is the destination of all the threads of the spiritual body, a black hole that swallows everything.

Are these people all extraordinary people in the diviner path?

If I can't get out from here, will I end up becoming another string of dried bacon?
Klein was shocked and bit the tip of his tongue. The slight pain brought him back to his senses, and he hurriedly began to control the threads of his spiritual body to prevent himself from becoming the next dried bacon to be hung up.

After controlling his spiritual body's thread, Klein continued walking deeper into the church.

He saw the deity worshiped in this church.

It was a dark altar, and on the altar stood a statue carved in stone.

It looks like a human female as a whole, but two animal legs grow out of its ribs and waist, which are covered with short, thick, hard black hair.

The stone statue is surrounded by thin black ribbons, and there are sleeping souls at its feet. They seem to be surrounding their mothers, guarding the stone statue.

When Klein's eyes swept across the face of the stone statue, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Because the face of the stone statue is exactly the same as the Eraser Angel who sent himself to this place before.

Honakis, kingdom of night, mother of heaven, eraser angel, goddess of night...

Klein suddenly felt that the goddess of the night was the big boss behind all the coincidences he had experienced!

No way?
On the way of growing up, the goddess of the night has always provided help to herself, and even regarded herself as the favored one of the night, and asked Ms. Arianna to come to help her.

But excessive attention and help often mean some kind of plan that you can't figure out yet.I can’t believe in the goodness of the gods.

After a moment of silence, Klein discovered that there was a figure that was not suspended in mid-air diagonally behind the stone statue.

It was an old man wearing a black robe. He wore a hood, his head was lowered, his eyes were closed, and the white beard on his face was long and thick, as if it had not been modified for decades.

At a glance, this old man looks a bit like the legendary mage Gandalf.

Klein also discovered that the reason why the other party was not hung up and turned into air-dried bacon was because the thread of his spiritual body circled around his body and connected end to end.

What a great way to combat the dangers of this place.

Klein also tried to control his spiritual body thread to form a circle outside his body. When the end and end were connected, he deliberately tied a knot. Sure enough, his spiritual body thread no longer floated upward.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of dark eyes slowly opening in front of him. This old man who looked like Gandalf was still alive!

Klein subconsciously took a step back and clenched the time charm in his hand. He had a hunch that the old man in front of him was Zaratul, whom Hastur reminded him to be careful!

"Finally another fortune teller is here." The old man wearing a black hood said in a low and muffled voice.

He was like a living fossil, now dispersing from the stone surface outside his body and beginning to revive.

At the same time, Klein felt that the palm of his right hand was heating up.

Then, as if his right hand was out of control, he suddenly swung forward.

Obviously, he was still quite far away from the old man, at least three positions away, but his slap actually hit the old man's cheek, and made a very clear sound, even the old man's head was stunned. He turned to the other side.

Klein was stunned.

Zaratul, who was preparing his words in front of him, was also stunned.

Seeing the bright red slap mark gradually creeping up on Zaratul's face, as well as the still trembling cheek flesh, Klein swallowed with trembling heart, subconsciously hid his right palm behind his back, and stepped back A few steps.

Silence, silence is the silence after the slap.

The heat in the palm of Klein's right hand has dissipated. It is the time charm given to him by Hastur.

What kind of time spell is this? It's simply a space spell. Otherwise, how could it be possible to slap Zaratul in the face so easily.

Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, a descendant of the great nobles of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Age, the previous owner of the Antigonus Family Notes, the leader of the extraordinary path of Emperor Russell, a true high-sequence diviner, a There was the secret existence of the Sequence 200 Miracle Master 2 years ago...

Such a person was suddenly slapped hard by himself without any precautions...

Until now, Klein still felt that the palm of his hand was still aching, and that slap was too hard.

Mr. Hastur is such a wicked person!
Zaratul, who was sitting behind the stone statue, became silent. His eyes gradually became sharper, and he glanced at Klein's right hand hidden behind his back.

When Klein suddenly rushed over just now, he suddenly felt that time and space were imprisoned by some kind of force, and the slap seemed to span the distance of space and hit his old face hard, although he did not feel any pain from it. But I felt really uncomfortable.

The main reason was that he was unprepared and was attacked by surprise, otherwise the slap would not have been successful on his old face.

Could it be him?

Amon the Blasphemer?
Among the people he knew, only Amon, who had a family of one, liked such pranks the most.

Maybe Amon deliberately hid his hand on this young man, and then slapped him unexpectedly while he wasn't paying attention.

Oh, what an extremely bad behavior.

"Please forgive me for my offensive behavior just now. It was beyond my control, let alone my original intention." Klein apologized proactively, breaking the silence here.

"Young man, I believe you are not that kind of person, but should you tell the matter to me, an old man?"

"Before I came in here, I met a young man with black hair wearing a monocle. He said that my destiny would have great ups and downs recently. When I asked him about the solution, he handed me a The charm is said to be able to protect my safety at critical moments."

It was natural for Klein to throw the blame on Amon, otherwise he couldn't just betray Hastur like this, right?

Oh, it is indeed Him, Amon the Blasphemer!
After hearing this, Zaratul showed a kind smile, "It seems that this is really just a misunderstanding. Can you let me help you look at the spell? An old man like me who has experienced the baptism of time may be able to see it. The true use of that talisman, so as to prevent you from losing control again next time and causing unnecessary misunderstandings."

Klein originally wanted to find a reason to refuse, but the talisman in his palm suddenly heated up again, as if to indicate that he would hand the talisman to Zarath in front of him.

Such a performance made Klein reasonably doubt whether Hastur was watching every move happening here through a screen.

"Ok."

Klein reluctantly agreed, stretched out his right hand hidden behind his back, and took off the time charm attached to his palm.

Zaratul did not ask Klein to hand the talisman to him immediately. Instead, he looked at the talisman that suddenly slapped him from a certain distance.

"With hidden power, no wonder it can be hidden."

Zaratul murmured and carefully observed the twisted lines on this spell.

"Let me see the back of this charm."

He couldn't tell much just from the twisted lines on the front.

Klein was very obedient and turned the spell over, and the starry sky was glowing slightly.

"The starry sky...the goddess of the night?" Zaratul seemed to be caught in some doubt.

When Klein heard this murmur, he had a general understanding of the state of Zaratul in front of him.

The old man in front of him should be a clone of Zaratul, and this clone has been here for a long time. Under the authority of the goddess of the night, he cannot contact the outside world at all.

Therefore, when it came to interpreting the starry sky, he could only guess the goddess of night, and could not think of the stars that had just appeared recently.

Did Hastur anticipate this and allowed himself to show the talisman in front of Zaratul with confidence?

"Your generosity and honesty make me believe that you are not the type to do the rude thing you just did."

Chara Image had a certain answer and looked back.

Klein also reattached this charm to the palm of his right hand.

"This spell does contain some magical power, secrets, time, order, starry sky... It should be able to separate a starry sky and protect the holder."

Zaratul first affirmed the function of this talisman, then slightly raised his low tone, "But this talisman also contains tracking and positioning effects. It can be seen that the person who gave you this talisman is not so kind. He is I want to achieve a certain goal through you."

At this point, Zaratul's eyes lit up and his expression changed slightly.

Positioning and tracking, is this specifically for your own body?
But is such an obvious trick really the work of Amon?

Moreover, Amon should not have found Pales yet, and he is still some distance away from becoming a god, let alone dealing with him first.

Marked prey?
Zaratul thought of a possibility. With Amon's mischievous mentality, he might want to scare and disgust himself in this way.

Seeing that Zaratul didn't say anything for a long time, Klein took the initiative to ask: "After talking so much, I still don't know what to call you?"

Zaratul paused, then smiled vaguely: "You can call me, um..."

"Zaratul."

(End of this chapter)