Chapter 139 The devil is released from prison

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Backlund's dusk is always replaced by dim clouds and drizzle. Klein, who is quite tired physically and mentally, presses his hand on his half-high silk top hat, buries his body slightly, and walks quickly through the wet streets.

I returned to No. 15 Minsk Street under the light of the gas street lamp.

After taking a short rest, he took advantage of the dim environment and walked four steps backwards, entering above the gray fog.

After being promoted to Sequence 6 "Faceless Man", he had always wanted to check if there were any changes in the mysterious space. However, he was too tired last night and could not wake up in the middle of the night. He was "busy" outside during the day and could only

Wait until now.

In addition, Klein also needs to eliminate interference and divine something.

That is, after this promotion, when his spirituality was not stable, he no longer heard the illusory babble of "Honakis...Fregera...Honakis...Fregera"!

He wanted to find out if this was a natural change after being promoted to Sequence 6, or if there were other reasons.

In the majestic palace, the mottled bronze long table and twenty-two high-backed chairs with different symbols on the backs stand quietly, as if they have not changed since ancient times.

The same is true for the gray mist beneath them and the endless emptiness around them.

But as soon as Klein entered here, his spiritual intuition keenly discovered that the mysterious space was a little different from before.

He was not in a hurry to explore and try, calmed down his emotions, sat at the top, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a divination sentence:

"The reason why I haven't heard any gibbering since I was promoted."

Holding the paper in hand and whispering the sentence, Klein leaned back on the chair and quickly entered the dreamland with the help of meditation.

In the gray sky and the earth, pictures flickered, and finally settled on a scene.

That was Klein when his face and body were still covered with light-colored granules. There was an illusory, thin, gray-white mist surrounding him that could not be detected by others.

The dream was shattered. Klein opened his eyes and roughly understood the reason:

"The gray mist intertwined with reality, helping me block out the nonsense that came from nowhere...

"After being promoted to Sequence 6, my connection with the mysterious space above the gray fog has become closer, so it has brought about certain changes, and I can naturally use a little power?

"At present, it should be like this."

"Well, try to explore the surroundings and see what changes there are."

Klein slowly stood up, followed his inspiration, and walked in a certain direction outside the ancient palace. Under his feet was the gray mist spreading out like sea water.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when he reached the point where he wanted to stop and give up exploring, a light suddenly shone at the end of the front.

Klein felt happy, quickened his pace, and moved closer.

Seven or eight seconds later, he saw a staircase, a staircase leading to heaven!

The stairs are made of pure light, which is sacred, transparent, and clear, and can shock everyone's heart.

The stairs extend upward into the void. There are only four levels, each level is quite high, as if prepared for creatures larger than giants.

Klein looked up in its direction and saw a layer of gray-white mist. They were condensed in the air, as if they were holding something. There was still a certain distance between the Staircase of Light and there.

The four steps mean that I have finished drinking the potions of Sequence 9, Sequence 8, Sequence 7 and Sequence 6? What exactly is above that layer of mist? Klein moved forward cautiously, came to the Staircase of Light, and stepped on it.

Climb the steps.

There is nothing weird about the steps, they are as solid as stone.

Klein climbed up the stairs and climbed up to the fourth floor, and then tried to look above the gray-white mist. Unfortunately, his sight could not penetrate at all.

He thought for a moment, took two steps forward, and jumped up with all his strength.

However, as soon as he left the Stairway of Light, he lost his upward momentum and the spirit's instinct to fly, and fell straight down, stepping on the gray fog at the bottom.

It seems that we have to upgrade two to three sequences. If sequence 4 is indeed a qualitative change, then I, the half-god and half-human queen, should be able to do it... Klein looked above and made a judgment.

…

In St. Samuel's Church.

Dai Li entered the Nighthawks' base unhurriedly, where Sost was already waiting for him.

"The Archbishop came to see me, what's the matter?"

Earlier, when she was walking in the cemetery managed by the Church of the Night, feeling the resonance and communication of spirits, Leonard actually came to her in a hurry. He said that Archbishop St. Anthony wanted them to go to Sost together, but he didn't wait.

He left without explaining what was going on. The look of something on his mind made Dai Li particularly curious.

After she entered the room, the church bells rang eleven times. Before Sost spoke, Daly noticed a small glass bottle placed on the desk.

The Necromancer's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked up to the table and looked at this thing carefully:

"Is such a convenient spirit body storage container the latest sealing prop?"

"Substances like glass should be restricted by certain rules, right? If you observe them in isolation, my little darlings won't be able to spy on them, but they will not have an impact on the surrounding things, and they can even greatly isolate the extraordinary properties from surrounding objects.

This is really a genius design. Is it a new product of the Church of Steam or was it developed by the geniuses of our church?”

Sost looked strange, he wanted to speak but stopped talking, he stopped talking but wanted to.

"Soest, can I pick it up and read it?"

"...Of course, we have confirmed that it is safe, and that is why we asked you to come."

Dai Li, who was delighted to see Hunter Xin, immediately picked up the bottle and looked at it carefully. The Necromancer who was proficient in spiritual vision soon discovered that there was indeed a soul trapped inside. She tried to let a little bit of her spirituality penetrate into it, but unexpectedly felt that there was a soul inside.

The soul is now in the "no contract object" state.

"It's really good...it's really good."

Dai Li admired sincerely and couldn't put it down. She did not try to further communicate with the spirit body inside, nor did she intend to wake him up: "This technology can capture and place spirit bodies more easily. I have long been familiar with the nightmares of the church.

I feel uncomfortable with the spirit seal on my teeth, and I still have to grin when fighting. No wonder Your Excellency Sesima always likes to wear high collars. I didn’t expect Leonard to actually start to learn from him... And I bet that they definitely don’t

I would tell my kissing partner this kind of thing.”

Sost hesitated again and pursed his lips.

"You are also very strange today, and Leonard is also very strange. You must be hiding something from me."

Dai Li laughed a few times and reluctantly put the bottle in her hand back on the table. She pressed the table with one hand and leaned forward: "Soest, can you tell me now? What exactly are you here for?"

The Requiem Master coughed twice and finally found his rhythm. He reached out and took the bottle, raised it into the sight of the two of them, and said seriously:

"The spirit in this is a person who accidentally survived a very dangerous extraordinary event. According to all records, he has died. But just the day before yesterday, this bottle was anonymously stuffed into our mailbox.

.”

"He?" Dai Li said with great interest, "I didn't expect him to be a lucky man."

Sost's expression became increasingly weird, but he remained tense: "I hope you can understand. Your Excellency the Archbishop and the Red Gloves spent a day studying this bottle and trying to talk to the spirit in it. But they can

The information obtained is limited, so after confirming that he poses no danger, His Excellency the Archbishop decided to inform you to continue communicating with the spirit in the bottle."

Dai Li nodded, not surprised by this request. But she found a strange point: "I hope I can understand? What do you hope I understand?"

"cough……"

Sost could hardly stand it any longer: "The spirit in this bottle is a Nighthawk."

"so?"

"His name is Dunn Smith."

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"December 20th, playing cards with Zaratul."

"On December 21st, play cards with Zaratul, and organically integrate fighting evil with old-era board games to create a new gameplay."

"December 22nd, playing cards with Zaratul."

"December 23rd, Edward, Edward, is poker so fun? You've been here for three days, it's time to think about going out!"

"December 24th, playing cards with Zaratul."

"On December 25th, I don't want to play cards anymore, so I'll pass the time by talking about history with Zaratul."

…

The secret church is quiet. Behind the statue of Mother of Heaven is a small place with only about two large floor tiles. It is already difficult to squeeze two adults of normal stature into two people with a card table and dozens of board games.

The chess piece angel is even more difficult.

Zaratul moved his feet in a different direction, retracted his legs, and pushed his knees against the Monopoly boxes piled aside. The handwritten land deeds and the small colored stones used as chess pieces fell to the side. The fortune teller stretched out his hand.

Push them back to their original positions, then fold your arms and relax back, leaning against the statue of Mother Heaven. The brim of the hood covers your eyes, and the beard under your nose is moved by the weak airflow.

Edward sat on the other side, looking up at the Marionette above.

The marionettes moved on their own without any wind, swaying around. The marionettes that were damaged in the previous melee still looked damaged, with arms and legs missing, or half of their skulls missing. They looked like broken defective products in a toy store window.

, blending in out of place.

The delirious Antigonus is like a nostalgic human being who will never throw away a toy as long as it is not damaged to the point of being completely unusable.

During his days in jail, apart from playing cards, sleeping, being in a daze, and making jokes with Zaratul, he spent time staring at the marionettes on the roof. Edward had already counted how many marionettes there were, both male and female.
To be continued...