The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

"Ouch!"

Two dogs stood on the left and right.

The missing eyes are one on the left and one on the right.

Two flames burned quietly.

They led the Folgen dogs majestically, and then disappeared into the mist of history without a trace.

the other side.

After returning to Mount Honachis, Klein did not immediately look for little Zaratul. Instead, he carefully fished Amon out before telling him everything about his experience in the historical gap.

Hearing that the dogs of Fulgrim were willing to offer their eyes to Klein, Amon immediately felt sour and said sarcastically, "Someone is really lucky. I wonder how much benefit Sefirah Castle has given him."

Klein didn't say anything, he just kept laughing.

Don't get carried away when you are successful, otherwise something bad will happen.

Seeing that Amon's emotions had calmed down a little, he took out two main ingredients of the Ancient Scholar potion and said, "Now we only need one auxiliary ingredient, and we can start preparing the potion."

"The frost crystals of the Mist Wolf are easy to find. You can find them in places where they lived." Amon pinched his monocle. "It seems that you are planning to drink the potion without telling Zaratul."

“The old guy has ulterior motives and is always trying to harm me. If it weren’t for the fact that he would be useful…” Klein made no secret of his murderous intent.

Amon clapped his hands and laughed, "This is what a sequence battle is like. It's a life-and-death struggle. You and little Zaratul are destined not to be on the same side. It's right to be on guard."

Then he changed the subject and said, "In that case, let's go find the Frost Crystal of the Mist Demon Wolf first, and then boil the medicine. After you are promoted to Ancient Scholar, we will go and join him."

Just do it.

Klein and Amon are very active.

Relying on the revelations of divination, the two crossed mountains and rivers and finally found the place where the Mist Wolf once lived. They successfully obtained frost crystals that far exceeded the needs of brewing magic potions.

Klein couldn't help but sigh, "In the past, I wanted to be promoted to a puppet master. It took me half a year just to find the mermaid. I didn't expect it to be so smooth this time."

Amon said, "Because this is the Hornachis Mountains, and Antigonus is here... It's an extraordinary gathering, you know."

Klein chuckled and didn't think too much about it.

Now that all the ingredients are ready, it's time to start brewing the Ancient Scholar Potion.

But before that, he asked Amon to prepare some detailed historical records for him.

Amon naturally wouldn't refuse such a small favor.

Klein started to light the fire and set up the pot.

He had done this job of boiling medicine many times and had already prepared the common materials and containers.

"The essence of the ritual is to eliminate distractions from details and provide a clear and accurate positioning mark for becoming an 'ancient scholar' to prevent getting lost." Amon copied the history in his memory while speaking to Klein, "You should have an accurate understanding of yourself, right?"

Klein curled his lips.

Negative states such as out of control and lost.

He only experienced it slightly at low sequence.

The Church of Fools has blossomed everywhere, with more and more priests and believers, and its anchor is incredibly solid.

Plus the years I spent hanging in the cocoon of light.

Klein thought to himself that this Ancient Scholar potion might be like the Weird Wizard potion, melting in the mouth.

The potion making went smoothly.

Thanks to the excellence of the extraordinary materials, the quality of the final product is also outstanding.

"Being completely isolated from the real world for three hundred years is to completely replace the traceable history with a "blank". This purpose may be to prevent the mottled and complicated history from overwhelming the consciousness of the ascended, and to prevent the consciousness of the ascended from being completely lost in these histories that are closely related to the ascended themselves."

“But I won’t have this problem at all…”

"Yeah, safe~"

After thinking it over, Klein felt that there was no problem.

He nodded to Amon and drank the Ancient Scholar potion in one gulp.

Entrance.

Bitter, astringent, and sour.

In short, it is so unpalatable that it cannot be described in words.

But Klein didn't care.

His entire consciousness continued to rise, and he returned to the spiritual world independent of reality.

For a moment, Sefirah Castle trembled.

Gray fog spread.

It exudes a deep and mysterious atmosphere.

Little Zaratul was resting there like an obedient child, quietly waiting for Bertrand's return.

Caught off guard, the call from deep within his soul made him stand up suddenly.

“He actually got promoted without telling me!” Little Zaratul plucked out his eyelashes and found none of them were empty. He instantly understood what happened to Klein.

He frowned, unable to understand how the other party escaped from the group of Fulgrim's dogs.

Could it be that I was lucky and happened to come across a lone one?

Little Zaratul felt unbalanced again.

Why?

Back then, he was chased by that group of mad dogs into the Dark Ages and almost couldn't come back.

Tsk.

Damn lucky boy!

Klein had no idea of ​​little Zaratul's psychological activities.

Return to the spirit world.

His control over Sefirah Castle has improved a bit.

Feel his breath.

The dogs of Fulgrim that had left came back 'following the scent'.

The two leading the group were Dafu and Xiaogen.

Klein was delighted.

I didn't expect to see these cute dogs so soon.

Whispered something.

Under the leadership of the Dog of Fulgrim, he continued to move forward along the long river of history, finally breaking through the previous limits and officially entering the Age of Cataclysm.

The Third Age, the Age of Catastrophes.

It is divided into the 'Glorious Age' and the 'Disaster Age'.

Klein knew the history of the two eras in great detail.

It's nothing more than the big family of the ancient sun god.

Amon didn't know how many times he had told him this.

“I don’t dare to try other angels easily, but Amon and the fallen Sasriel are good helpers.” Klein touched his smooth chin and muttered to himself.

Turning his head, he smiled, "Of course, there are you too."

After being promoted to "Ancient Scholar", he clearly felt that he had a deeper grasp of "History".

The most obvious manifestation is summoning and driving Fulgrim's dog.

Although Fulgrim's dogs cannot leave the historical pores, Klein can fish out the projection of Fulgrim's dogs into the real world just like fishing out historical projections.

According to his initial judgment, the projection of the three Folgen dogs was equivalent to a projection of Amon without using the power of wrong uniqueness.

That is, 1 Meng = 3 Dogs.

Klein laughed secretly in his heart.

Aren’t you, little Zaratu, good at playing with birds?

If I am someone's nemesis, I will use my dog ​​to fight you.

Just thinking about it.

Dafu came over and rubbed Klein's hand.

Klein came back to his senses and touched the dog's head twice, which didn't feel so good.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

Mobilize a trace of the power of gray mist and inject it into the opponent's body.

All of a sudden.

A pupilless eye symbol composed of twisted lines condensed in Dafu's empty eye sockets.

at the same time.

An illusory voice sounded in Klein’s heart.

"Great, honorable, supreme master of the spiritual world, your faithful servant awaits your dispatch."

Licking the dog.

A very pure dog licker.

Lick till the end and you'll have everything.

Chapter 653 Arriving at the Summit

See you again.

Klein and Little Zaratul had different expressions.

Either calm or complicated.

Little Zaratul stared at the young 'Fortune Teller' in front of him.

After a moment, he suddenly chuckled: "No need to be so defensive against me... As you can see, I'm just a historical projection that can't do anything."

Klein remained noncommittal.

Amon chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, let's get down to business. Who are you talking nonsense to?"

Although little Zaratu was unwilling, he had no other choice but to pretend to be calm and said, "The journey ahead will be even more difficult. If you want to regret, you can tell me at any time."

After saying that, he went ahead to lead the way.

Klein looked at the back of the old man in black robe and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Finally, he gently rubbed the black iron cross hidden in the palm of his hand with his fingertips.

Speechless all the way.

That night, the red moon was high in the sky.

The group was less than one-third of the way to the palace at the top of the mountain.

Little Zarathu was leaning against the fire, with a one-eyed crow perched on his shoulder.

He warmed himself by the fire while playing with the crow puppet with his hands. He said in a quiet voice, "At such a close distance, Antigonus should know that we are here."

"Isn't he crazy?" Klein asked.

Zaratul smiled and said, "Only when one is crazy is dangerous, especially when one is so close to a god."

He glanced at Amon beside Klein and said, "When the time comes, no one will be able to help you."

Upon hearing this, Amon was unhappy and pinched his monocle: "Xiaocha, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. From what you say, do you look down on me?"

Little Zaratul still smiled.

Who says that if you do too much useless work, it can't be turned into useful work?