The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

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

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

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

"It could also be a human. Anyway, he must be someone powerful." Klein said calmly.

There is no point in guessing.

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

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

Klein made all preparations and stepped into the steeple church with Amon.

As soon as I walked into the iron gate, the crow squatting on the top of the church suddenly lowered its head.

His eyes were fixed on the two of them.

Amon thought for a moment, "Crow? I think I know something."

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

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

squeak-

With its doors wide open, the church spire looked like a giant beast with its mouth open.

With the help of the dim light, Klein finally saw the scene inside: a man in overalls, a gentleman in a formal hat, a girl with ruffles on her cuffs, a lady with lace flowers on her skirt... Everyone was suspended in mid-air, motionless.

what!what!what!

As if providing a soundtrack to this strange and terrifying scene, the crows made heart-pounding cries.

At this moment, the figures began to sway like wind chimes.

Their mouths opened and they made sounds that were almost like talking in a trance.

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

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

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

However, he still pulled himself together and forced himself to look at the densely packed figures hanging in the air, and whispered: "The spirit is restrained, the aura and color are normal, but it gives people an extremely dull feeling? It's like a secret doll but not a secret doll..."

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

While Klein was doing these things, Amon played the role of a bystander very seriously and did not say a word.

After Klein confirmed that all the "spiritual lines" had gathered in one place, Amon spoke up, "What a bad taste! Why are all the good people hanging?"

what?

Is this something you can say when you, a person who has taken over the bodies of an entire family, young and old, and even spared no cats, dogs, or insects?

Klein couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a scene out of the corner of his eye: At some point, his own 'spiritual thread' was also floating upwards on its own, extending to the highest point of the church, reaching towards the source of those suspended figures.

“Oh my god!” In a panic, Klein blurted out a sentence in Chinese.

Without time to think, he quickly activated the power of the Source Castle and influenced his own 'Spirit Line' with a high status.

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

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

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

But now is not the time to pay attention to this guy.

Klein calmed down.

The hanging figures overhead swayed, as if looking down at him.

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

That is, temporarily safe

Pretending that the strange scene around them didn't exist, Klein and Amon continued to go deeper.

After walking twenty or thirty meters forward, Klein saw the pitch-black altar of the church.

A stone statue stands on the altar.

Its overall appearance is that of a human female, but it has two animal legs growing from its ribs and waist, covered with short, thick, and hard black hair.

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

At the foot of the stone statue, countless souls are sleeping, like a cluster of stars surrounding it.

Klein's eyes moved slowly towards the head of the stone statue.

What comes into view is a beautiful face.

"This……"

Klein was shocked.

Then the thought came to my mind: 'As expected'.

He was not unfamiliar with this face.

Because he had communicated with this face face to face.

Although she was covered with a veil, Klein believed he would not make a mistake.

'Mother of Heaven', sister of the demon wolf Antigonus, and one of the builders of the Kingdom of Night.

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

If nothing unexpected happened, Klein actually wanted to study the statue of Mother of Heaven for a while.

But the old man wearing a black robe, a hood, his head lowered and his eyes closed behind the statue made him have to be extremely alert.

In Klein's eyes, this bearded old man was even more bizarre than those people hanging in the air.

The opponent's 'spiritual line' extended backwards from the body, but it did not float high into the sky and converge at the top of the church. Instead, it wrapped around the body and returned to its original position.

Just like tying a knot, the source and the destination become one.

“Perhaps this is why he was not hung up.” Klein thought to himself.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes.

The pupils are pitch black, like the surface of lightless water!

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

Klein felt cold all over.

The old man stared at Klein, his mouth half closed, and spoke incoherently, "Finally...finally another 'Fortune Teller' has come here..."

Amon uttered a "ha" and walked forward without waiting for Klein to respond. He then looked at the old man with interest and said with a smile, "It is you, Zaratul."

Zarathu?

Which Zaratul?

It was Zaratul who, according to legend, fell under siege by Antigonus and Mr. Men;

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

Klein remained calm and quietly retreated further behind Amon, gaining some of Han Tianzun's essence.

After hearing this, little Zaratul realized that besides the strange 'fortune teller', there was someone else who came to him.

Black curly hair, a broad forehead, a peaked hat and a monocle...

Amon?!

Little Zaratu's sleepiness disappeared all of a sudden, and he forced himself to stand up.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't get so excited. I'm not going to eat you." Amon pinched his monocle. "I've learned my lesson now. I'm a good citizen."

After looking at the other person for a while, he suddenly changed the subject, "No, you are not Zaratul."

He turned to look at Klein, "Like me, this guy is just a historical projection."

Historical projection?

Hearing this, Klein felt a little relieved.

But he still didn't lose his vigilance.

Nowadays, the chance of Amon killing him is small, but definitely not zero.

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

"Historical projection still needs to be explained? Isn't this your specialty?"

Klein: "Let me ask you to explain what historical projection is."

"Historical projection is just historical projection."

Klein: "Explain what the hell is historical projection..."

"Historical projection is historical projection. How else can this be explained?"

Little Zaratul watched the double act between Klein and Amon and finally couldn't help it. He coughed lightly and said, "I think I can explain this question."

Chapter 647: Mountain Climbing (Part )

Upon hearing this, Klein and Amon immediately stopped their performance.

Little Zaratul felt bitter in his mouth, lowered his head, and spoke incoherently: "From some special channels, I learned that Antigonus is not dead..."

"Louder! I can't hear you!"

"You want to drive a warship when your voice is so low!"

Little Zaratul: ???

baffling.

but.

Forget it~

Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself together and repeated at a much higher volume, "I learned from some special channels that Antigonus was not dead, so I asked a reliable friend to help me find something."

Klein's heart moved.

'Reliable friend'

Could it be that you are talking about Lao Huang?

Recalling the contents of Roselle's Diary, Klein nodded secretly.

In the Iron Black Era, Little Zaratul had helped the still-in-the-making Roselle Gustav many times as an early investment. Roselle was also very grateful, and after being promoted to demigod, he stole the "Antigonus Notes" directly from the Steam Church.

“What a traitor,” Klein secretly complained.

Just thinking about his own situation, he felt a little embarrassed.

The eldest brother does not laugh at the second brother.

He and Lao Huang should not say anything to each other...

On the other side, little Zaratul was still recounting his own experience: "After reading the contents of the notebook, I found this place as expected - the Lost Kingdom of Night, but..."

"Let me guess, you can't get out, right?" Amon looked at the obviously abnormal little Zaratul and pinched his monocle: "So you cut off your own historical projection and let your real body return to the real world?"

After saying that, he shook his head again: "No, you didn't do it yourself. You don't have the ability to do it."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly realized: "Oh, I know, it's that one."

That one?

Klein blinked.