"wrong."

"What He fears is the will within me."

"Hahahaha!"

"I am Antigonus!"

"I am the son of Fregola!"

"I'm……"

"I'm……"

"who I am?"

……

The fourth scene:

kill.

kill.

Endless killing.

My sister is dead.

The soul was destroyed by the goddess of night herself.

Only an empty body is left.

He ran like crazy.

Sometimes over the mountains.

Sometimes across the river.

He didn't know where to go.

In other words, every corner of this world makes no difference to him.

"who am I?"

"who I am?"

"elder sister."

"Where are you, sister!"

"It's so cold..."

"So hungry..."

"Dad, save me..."

He began to fear the night.

Fear of all things black.

however.

Except for the mad mumbling.

That voice still rings from time to time.

"The third characteristic is..."

"Go to the spirit world..."

"Go!"

He couldn't bear it anymore.

He's completely crazy.

……

Fifth scene:

Familiar palace.

The familiar stone throne.

There are just no familiar people anymore.

Empty silence.

Deep and secluded.

No sister.

No acquaintances.

Even the voice disappeared.

Only instinctive mumbling remains:

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

……

"what!!!!"

It's like being hit on the brain by ten thousand sledgehammers at the same time.

Klein's spirit began to drop bugs.

Leonard felt the same way and could hardly keep it secret.

Fortunately, Grandpa Pales was quick and took over Leonard's body briefly, so that his "mount" did not get out of control.

But he also didn't dare to look at what happened on the stone throne. He just stole Leonard's memory for a few seconds and urged, "Run!"

Leonard hesitated.

Grandpa Pales was so anxious: "You are only causing trouble here!"

Hearing this, Leonard no longer hesitated.

As the master of the spirit.

If he died here, Klein would really have no hope.

Boom! Boom!

The entire Demon Wolf Palace began to tremble violently.

The vortex of black tentacles hovering on the stone throne briefly condensed into a handsome face with dark eyes and a sense of vicissitudes.

But soon, the face disappeared and turned into a translucent mask engraved with the symbol of the Fool.

Then the mask disappeared, transforming into the Destruction Wolf Flegra.

Wriggling, surging.

Countless transformations.

Finally, the black vortex turned into 'Klein'.

A 'Klein' with a playful, joking, and indifferent expression.

not far away.

Little Zaratul stared quietly at everything that happened on the stone throne, so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe.

The situation changed so quickly that it was completely beyond his expectations.

That kid Bertrand actually had the guts to steal Beyonder characteristics?

More importantly, it seems to have been successful!

but.

What is the state of Antigonus?

Those faces are...

correct.

The translucent mask is the uniqueness of the Fool.

It would be nice to have it in my hands.

Little Zaratu is both cowardly and greedy.

Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle.

But if the bet loses.

Send directly.

There is no room for negotiation.

"Calm down, calm down." Little Zaratul kept reminding himself in his heart.

Keeping the green hills, you don’t have to worry about having no firewood.

No one ever thought that he could steal the Secret Bellhop trait.

what's the result?

He checked and found out.

The same is true for uniqueness.

Once the location is determined, everything will be easy.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business. I'm just a stone, a blade of grass." Perhaps the situation was too dangerous, and little Zaratul's inner drama became unusually rich.

He tried his best to reduce his own presence.

pity.

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

After recovering from the pain, Klein determined Chachacha's location almost immediately.

He looked to the corner.

Just in time to meet the frightened eyes of little Zaratul who was hanging in the air.

All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation.

Mr. Zarathu.

How are you these days?

Little Zaratul: ...

you.

Don't come here! ! !

Klein didn't hesitate at all.

Squeeze the monocle.

"Sherlock, come back."

Little Zarathu's hands were empty.

Klein smiled slightly.

"Take Antigonus's wrath for me, Mr. Zaratul."

Chapter 660 Mysterious Consciousness

Going back in time a little bit——

"who am I?"

"I am a demon wolf..."

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