Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

When they saw the second Riel Bieber, Klein was still summarizing the battle while helping Dunn clean up the remains of the Joker in the tuxedo.

"The fact that this battle was so easy is largely due to the importance of prior preparation."

Since Klein first brought the doll into the gray fog and achieved the "Eternal Companion" achievement, he has gradually confirmed the abilities of the diviner at each stage through divination and inquiry.

Specifically, the doll described what she could do and how strong or weak those abilities felt to her. Then, Klein combined this with the sequence names Lynn mentioned to perform divination one by one, thus determining the diviner's abilities at each stage.

Lynn mentioned that the Secret Order had the means of diviners, which is why Klein made this preparation.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be safe in a hundred battles!

"But I still made a mistake because of overconfidence," Klein lamented. "We can't be superstitious about divination; we have to respect fate."

When Klein came to this conclusion, he felt that his fortune teller's potion had been digested a little.

"Can summarizing and playing the role of a guideline speed up the digestion process?"

"No wonder those who seek secrets have a rule of doing whatever they want but not harming anyone; this must be the application of role-playing."

Just as Klein was summarizing the rules, a second Riel Bieber emerged from the warehouse.

It looks almost exactly like the first monster.

Standing over two meters tall, with limbs twisted in the opposite direction, its grayish-white, grooved skin covered in a viscous, rotting liquid, and with white, broken bones protruding from beneath its skin.

There was even a full-ceramic denture that was about to fall out.

The only difference was its eyes. The first monster was insane, but this monster's eyes were more empty and confused, like a copy stiffly mimicking the actions of the original.

In an instant, that premonition flashed back, and Klein saw once again the place overgrown with black thorns and filled with writhing mud.

This time, inspiration told him that the place was inextricably linked to the monster before him!

The contact took place in the warehouse!

"Captain!" Klein shouted immediately, "My intuition tells me something's wrong with this warehouse!"

"Understood," Dunn's breathing had become steady, as if the injury from before had been suppressed. "Everyone, we need to explore that warehouse. Just like before, deal with this monster."

Captain Dunn had no doubt about Klein's advice; he had already entrusted his back to his comrades when he went into battle.

"We've already taken him down once, so another one won't hurt," Leonard encouraged everyone with a smile. He looked like he had just taken a nap and was unharmed by the explosion.

He was the first to step forward and begin to chant:

"Ah, the danger of fear, the crimson hope."

"At least one thing is true: this life is fleeting."

Al-Hassen, who was a little slower due to his injury, also joined in the chanting:

"One thing is true, the rest are lies."

"After blooming once, it will pass away."

……

A soothing power emanated from it, and the twisted, grayish-white monster quickly slowed down. To avoid being struck by the shrieking attack as it had the first time, Dunn also made his move.

Dunn pressed his hand to his brow and closed his eyes.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, and invisible ripples spread out in circles.

nightmare!

In an instant, Monster Bieber paused, the madness in his eyes rapidly subsided, and his thin, transparent eyelids began to droop uncontrollably.

Dunn's body trembled, and something bulged and wriggled under his clothes, as if hiding slippery, scaleless venomous snakes.

At this moment, Grotta had already rushed forward. Having learned from her first experience, she almost immediately found the weakness and was now sprinting forward.

"Just like last time, entering the dream will still affect the captain's mental state..."

Noticing this, Klein raised his pistol and fired at the monster's abdomen.

Borgia also struggled to raise his extended revolver and fire at the monster.

Klein's bullet missed.

Borgia's demon-hunting bullet struck "Ryle Bieber" in the abdomen, piercing through and leaving a deep hole. Grayish-white liquid oozed out, sizzling and writhing on the ground before turning into black sludge and ceasing to move.

"It's getting weaker." Leonard's voice came from beside Klein. After saying this, he continued chanting and fired his gun.

"But it seems that weakness isn't entirely a weakness anymore." Al Hassen raised his gun and fired, his face icy.

The silver demon-hunting bullet sliced ​​through the dim air and struck the monster's body. This time, the bullet didn't penetrate directly like before; instead, it burst into a faint, silvery-white light upon contact, like a drop of water falling onto a hot iron plate and releasing a small wisp of steam.

The monster let out a low, indistinct roar, Dunn's body trembled, and the monster fell silent again.

"The weakness is still there!" Lolota's pupils had already turned colorless. She rolled over and landed under Monster Bieber, placed one hand on the ground, clenched her fist, and launched it upwards like a cannonball into Monster Bieber's groin.

This time there was no corrosive pain. Lolota extended her forearm, and a duller tearing sound came from behind her.

When Lolota pulled her arm out, she was clutching something wrapped in a thin yellow film, which looked like a child's intestine made of yellow clay, full of errors and chaos.

Then, the monster split open. It swelled, shone, and melted just like before, its body disintegrating from the inside out into bits of flesh and slime, the stench of decay exploding throughout the warehouse.

This time, everyone managed to drop to the ground in time, but the shockwave still sent Lolota, who was closest to them, flying. She crashed heavily into the wall and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva as she slid down.

"Cough cough... When I get back, I'm going to order five... no, ten maids..." Lolota coughed, still clutching the wrapped object in her hand. "I got it... but my inspiration isn't quite right..."

Dunn stepped forward and took the piece of object with his black-gloved hand. He examined it carefully for a while, his expression growing increasingly serious in his gray eyes.

"This is not a notebook," he said.

Klein squeezed forward. The thing wrapped in the grayish-white hard shell did not look like the Antigonus family's notebook. It looked more like a twisted strip of meat that had been forcibly shaped into a "book," and the patterns on its surface resembled letters but were not quite letters.

"This is a terrible, fleshy imitation," Leonard said, walking over to Dunn and touching the strip of meat with his gloved fingers.

He raised his head, his expression serious, and looked at everyone: "There is a copy—"

"That means there might be more." Dunn nodded, his grey eyes still deep and unfathomable, revealing no trace of fear. "Klein, divine the dangers around us..."

"Captain, we probably don't need to," Leonard interrupted Dunn. "Look around."

Everyone looked up, and deep within the warehouse, shadows began to writhe again.

This time, it wasn't from one direction. Klein was horrified to see that in two different corners of the warehouse, colorful black slime was seeping from the cracks in the floor. The slime wriggled, tangled, and coalesced in the air, like a group of clay sculptors each molding their own figures.

One, two.

Two Riel Biebers.