Why do I feel that the extraordinary world is far different from what I remember...
"Please give your orders to Qiao Qiao, Lord~" Jon hooked his arm around little Zaratul's shoulders, with a frivolous smile on his face that was completely inconsistent with his clothes.
At first glance, it looks like a gangster threatening a lonely old man.
Opposite me, Klein was suppressing his laughter so much that it made him feel uncomfortable.
But he knew that now was not the time to use his talent as a 'provocateur', so he deliberately lowered his face and said calmly: "Mr. Zaratul, now we can have a serious talk."
Talk?
Let me talk about your uncle!
Don't think that just because Zaratul looks kind, he must have a good temper.
Lao Yinbi, who has always been used to playing tricks on others, has been tricked by others for no reason. He only has ghosts when he is in a good mood.
Little Zaratul couldn't help but sneer: "Bertrand, don't be proud. Without my help, you will become Antigonus' marionette sooner or later."
Klein scratched his eyebrows and asked, "Really?"
He stared into little Zaratul's eyes, "Then let's wait and see."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Such decisiveness made little Zaratul a little at a loss.
But in the end he couldn't bring himself to stop him.
This is a ‘game’ on the table.
Whoever shows weakness first gives up the initiative.
only--
Little Zaratul turned his head stiffly, and happened to look into a pair of dark eyes.
Jon smiled evilly and curled up little Zaratul's gray beard with his fingers, "There are only two of us left, Lord Ren'er~"
Little Zaratul:......
On the other side, Klein, who left the steeple church, wanted to leave the foggy town.
But when he reached the edge, his whole body was suddenly teleported back in the opposite direction.
Seeing this, Klein sighed quietly in his heart.
It seems that even with the blessing of the goddess, it cannot violate the rules of the foggy town that prohibit entry and exit.
After repeated attempts to no avail, he simply gave up the idea and settled down at the entrance of the town, quietly waiting for the red moon to dissipate.
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…
A night of silence.
After the marionette army returned to the steeple church in confusion, Klein found its original position and successfully recovered the black iron cross.
"Thank you for your hard work." He said to the black iron cross that had lost its spirituality, and carefully hung it back on his neck.
For a period of time, he would not be able to use this extraordinary item.
Thinking of this, Klein reached out and grabbed it. It took three or four attempts to fish out Amon's historical projection.
At first, Amon's expression was slightly dull. It was not until the guy pinched his monocle that his eyes became alert. He looked at the environment to his left and right, then carefully checked Klein's status, and chuckled: "As expected.
You, in terms of survival, I would like to call you the strongest."
Hearing this, three black lines appeared on Klein's head.
Although he knew that Amon had stolen many memories of his previous life, he still couldn't adapt to the occasional nostalgic line.
Shaking his head, Klein got down to business.
I heard that little Zaratul was half-forced to bind the historical projection of 'Jon Joestar', which made Amon very happy.
He slapped his legs gracelessly and laughed: "Okay, Klein, you did a good job!"
"I didn't expect that the old bastard would capsize in the ditch one day. It's a pity that I didn't see the expression on his face. It must be very exciting."
Klein didn't smile, and said worriedly: "It's only been one night, and my protective treasure can no longer be used. Although I have the intention to show off that old guy Zaratul, I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of, that you won't survive tonight?" Amon pinched his monocle.
Klein thought this guy was going to say something like, 'I have everything, so you can confront Zaratul boldly' or something like that.
Unexpectedly, Amon actually nodded with great approval, "Yes, if there is no accident, you will definitely not survive tonight."
Klein opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, he just grabbed Amon's shoulder with force: "Meng Ge Meng Ge, help, help!"
Amon spread his hands: "Ak, my good brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I am helpless. You are a demigod. Even if you are a saint, I can still exert 1% of my true self."
Without spiritual support, it would be very difficult for me to do anything.”
Klein didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in his words.
He has also summoned many historical projections.
Putting aside the special case of 'Jon Joestar', the Amon in front of him is definitely the most special one he summoned.
Of course, this specialness does not refer to identity.
But...
Klein pondered for a moment, seemed to have made up his mind, and stretched out his hand like a curly baboon: "Lend me your monocle."
"Monocle? No, no, this is my treasure. Besides, these glasses are just a part of my historical projection." Amon still wanted to pretend.
But when he met Klein's eyes, he suddenly felt very boring. He chuckled and said: "Okay, okay, you have some eyesight, but why should I help you? Do you understand the value of the uniqueness of the wrong path?
.”
"Why? These glasses are part of the support given to me!" Klein said with great certainty.
He is not stupid, he can even be said to be very smart.
Even if you can't figure out the situation at the first time, you can always see some clues as time passes.
Honakis's trip was a test for him, and it contained certain dangers.
However, this does not mean that he is some pitiful little man who has no father and no love from his mother.
On the contrary, both the Night Goddess and Jon have given him considerable support in various places.
Klein still held out his hand, "Stop talking nonsense and give it to me quickly."
Amon clicked his tongue and said reluctantly: "This thing is indeed prepared for you, but it's not the time yet."
Hearing this, Klein was slightly startled.
Immediately, some enlightenment came to my mind.
Since little Zaratul is not qualified, it can only be that person.
——The demon wolf Antigonus who lives in the palace on the peak of Honakis!
But big brother, rescuing people is like putting out fire. If I can’t pass the level of Zarathul in the foggy town, how can I go to the Peak Palace to find Antigonus?
Amon seemed to have seen through Klein's psychological activities and spread his hands like a little bear: "I don't care, anyway, the order I received is to hand over this monocle to you at the last moment. As for whether I can wait until the last moment...hehe
, it’s none of my business.”
The conversation changed, "But don't be too disappointed. Although we don't have these glasses, we are still good brothers. I will definitely help you with whatever I can. Don't worry about that."
Klein looked Amon up and down.
Without the spiritual support of the black iron cross, although the Amon projection he fished out was still agile under the influence of the uniqueness of the error, its strength was almost at the level of Sequence 4.
Like him, cricket demigod.
He's still the kind of demigod who doesn't last long. He might give up after just two hits.
Then the question comes——
How can two demigods defeat a weak angel?
Waiting online, it’s quite urgent!
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At dusk.
Klein and Amon returned to the steeple church.
When I opened the door and walked in, I heard the familiar "wind chime" murmur as before.
Klein, who had already seen the weirdness of this place, showed no expression on his face as he went straight to the diagonal rear of the statue of ‘Mother of Heaven’.
He opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment.
Strange, why does little Zaratul feel more haggard than when he left last night?
"Bertrand! You're back!" Suddenly, little Zaratul raised his head with difficulty, with an almost pleading look in his eyes, "Bertrand, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have deceived you, please...
Please take him away!"
Amon glanced around, but couldn't even see the shadow of Jon Joestar. He was disappointed but also a little happy at the same time. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Where is the man? Where is he? Why can't I find him?"
Little Zaratul held his head in pain like crazy: "He got into my brain! He is always saying something that I can't understand at all. Please, take him away! Take him away!"
Klein:?–?
It was nothing at first, but when the old guy Zaratul said this, he was a little curious about how Jon tortured...
Forget it, forget it, that's not important.
It's just a pity that I thought so hard about the plan.
With his expression straightened, Klein looked condescendingly at little Zaratul and said, "In other words, we can have a good talk now?"
"Get him away! Get him away, and we can talk about anything!" Little Zaratul looked at Klein as if he were a savior.
I don't know how much mental pollution he suffered during this day and night.
Klein coughed lightly. He was not completely sure of getting Jon out, so he could only reluctantly speak tentatively: "Mr. Jon, Mr. Jon, are you there? It's me, Bertrand, can you come out and meet me?"
The moment he finished speaking, Klein watched as a ball of translucent liquid mucus slowly flowed out of Zaratul's ear holes, nose and mouth, and gradually gathered into a complete human shape.
Klein boasts that he has seen many big scenes, and can even eat beef that grows from flowers without changing his expression.
But this...
Indeed I have never seen it~
Not to mention Klein, Amon also had a look of disgust on his face.
It's just that he was afraid of being liquidated by some narrow-minded guy in the future, so he cleverly concealed his expression.
"What's wrong, Zhu Ren'er? What's the matter with calling Qiao Qiao? Zhu Ren'er?"
Jon didn't pay any attention to the two troublesome guys, Amon and Klein, and hooked little Zaratul's shoulders with great familiarity. "Why did you call me out? By the way, didn't we two have a lot of fun?
?”
That's not a big deal, right?
Klein and Amon looked strange.
Little Zaratul retreated crazily as if he had seen a ghost.
At the same time, the crows outside the steeple church screamed desperately, making the noisy people confused and upset.
Jon was finally willing to let the poor old man go. He said, "It's boring," and turned his attention to Klein and Amon.
Uh... mainly Klein.
Klein knew the other party so well that he took the initiative and said before Jon could say anything: "Keep the accounts, no matter how much, first, I will pay them back when I am able to repay them."
"Very good, I just like your attitude." Jon smiled, and his figure gradually disappeared into the void.
Little Zaratul was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Wait a minute, the connection between us has not been resolved!"
"That's not right. You just said you wanted me to get him out, and you didn't say you wanted to break the bond between you." Clay was also a pure bad boy and spoke without changing his expression.
Little Zaratul:!!!
Because I have received too much mental pollution, my mind is no longer functioning properly.
But now that the matter has come to this, he has no other option for the time being. He can only pretend and say: "Anyway, what happened yesterday was my fault. If you want to leave this place, you must work together. I will definitely be of great use to you."
Klein smiled and said, "In other words, we can talk now?"
"We can talk! We can talk about anything!" Little Zaratul's attitude was very positive.
But, it’s not necessarily what you think in your heart.
Klein was extremely satisfied: "Very good, then I need you to tell me the real way to leave the foggy town."
In order to prevent little Zaratul from playing tricks again, he warned extremely seriously: "If you still want to play tricks, I don't mind calling the person who just came out to reunite with you."
"No, no, no!" A look of horror suddenly appeared on little Zaratul's face.
This made Klein even more curious...
Suppressing those messy thoughts, Klein expressed his request: "In addition to the special symbol that can leave the foggy town, I also need you to take me to the palace on the main peak of Honakis,"
He stared at little Zaratul, "If I guessed correctly, you should have gotten something from there, right?"
Little Zaratul showed a wry smile: "Yes, it's normal for you to think so, but I still want to say that Antigonus is more terrifying than you think, even me... In short, he is already crazy.
, completely fell into madness and out of control.”
"I don't know if you know the past history. After being besieged by Zaratul, my ancestor, and Mr. Men, in order to protect himself, he had to appear in the form of a myth. Even so, he was still captured.
Without the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One, he could no longer regain consciousness and turned into a complete monster."
Klein said with a cold face: "I don't care so much, this is my condition. I don't ask you to help me enter the palace, I only ask you to take me there. If we can't even negotiate this, then we have nothing.
It’s necessary to continue the conversation.”
Very strong.
After all, he occupies the absolute initiative.
Little Zaratul still smiled bitterly: "The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the easier it is for the spiritual body to be attracted to Antigonus. I can barely keep myself awake, but you..."
Before he finished speaking, the meaning was obvious - I'm afraid you will become the demon wolf's puppet before you reach the top of the mountain.
Klein was about to reply when Amon suddenly came over and said in his ear: "You can rest assured on this. I don't have the ability to fight. I can still resist the gravity emitted by Antigonus."
Klein was doubtful.
But when I thought that even if Amon was useless, I would still have Source Castle to protect me, I gradually felt relieved.
Little Zaratul has been quietly observing Klein's expression, and he is more and more sure of his guess: This kid is definitely not an ordinary person!
The goddess of the night, Amon, the true creator (identified by the black iron cross) and the mysterious 'Jon Joestar'...
Have they already chosen the "Fool"?
hateful.
This is the only thing he will never agree to.
"The Fool" belongs to him, Zaratul, no one can take it away!
