Mystery: The Stars Returner

In the foggy town, Klein has overcome his suspicion when he first arrived and began to explore the town carefully. Apart from him, no other normal people have been found here so far.

But judging from some traces of life left here, this place has been intermittently active, and the architectural style here is very similar to the ancient ruins on the main peak of the Honakis Mountains.

It was ancient, mysterious, weird and had an aura that made him excited.

Here, there is definitely a deep connection with the diviner path.

What is the relationship between the Honakis Mountains and the goddess?

According to textual historical records, there once was a kingdom of night here, and the being who dominated it was revered as the Mother of Heaven.

Could it be that the Mother of Heaven was once the avatar of the Night Goddess walking on earth?

Is this the former site of the Kingdom of God abandoned by the Night Goddess?

Klein continued to explore everything here with many questions. Although he encountered some dangers in the process, he was able to overcome them one by one.

During this period, he gradually understood the role of this foggy town. It should be a prison built by the goddess of the night.

Some enemies of the Church of the Night, or those who offended the goddess of the night, were imprisoned in this small town by the figure with dull eyes, using an ability similar to the power of an eraser.

If you want to survive here, the only feasible way is to "eat people", whether it is due to the need for spiritual exhaustion or the madness accumulated from being imprisoned for a long time.

The people who are still alive here are already alienated monsters in a sense.

Until he came to the old church in the center of the foggy town.

The vague call comes from this.

Klein finally understood why the goddess of the night teleported him here, probably just to let him explore this church.

But from the reactions of those who survived, it was obvious that this was the most dangerous place in the entire foggy town.

Klein did not enter the church immediately. He first took out Will's paper crane and the time charm given to him by Hastur from his coat pocket.

Will's Paper Crane has lost its function here. It is impossible to communicate with Will through the Paper Crane, and it is impossible to borrow the power of the Mercury Snake.

On the other hand, the time charm with the starry sky on the back that Hastur gave me was still flashing with a thin layer of starlight.

It only needs to be lightly stimulated with spirituality to exert its original function.

This calmed Klein's mood a little. He put Will's paper crane back into his pocket and stuck the time charm in the palm of his right hand so that he could activate it at any time.

He looked up at this ancient dilapidated church. According to Hastur's previous reminder, Zarath should be inside.

Is Zaratul really imprisoned here by the goddess of the night?

If that were the case, wouldn't the goddess of the night already have firm control over the entire diviner path?

No matter which extraordinary person is on the diviner path, as long as he wants to be promoted to a higher order, he must obtain the permission of the goddess of the night.

A fortune teller fed by the night.

"Why does it feel like raising a cat?"

Klein muttered a few words, and his fear of the goddess of the night deepened.

At this time, around the steeple of the ancient church, flying crows opened their mouths and made a wah-wah-wah sound.

It sounds like a group of babies crying, which makes people feel hairy deep in their hearts.

The crimson moon in the sky became very dark, and the surrounding buildings, including the shadows they cast, seemed to come alive.

A terrifying and weird aura instantly filled the entire foggy town, and Klein had the illusion that he was in the mouth of some kind of monster, and that only the church in front of him was a safe house.

The door of the church was closed. He gently pushed open the door of the church with both hands, and walked in as if his steps were uncontrollable.

The light of the crimson moon was blocked by the church. Everything here seemed to be back to normal, but not quite normal.

In the mid-air of the church, in the area as far as the eye can see, there are figures hanging one after another.

All are human!

Some of them were wearing black classical robes, some were wearing brown jackets, and some were wearing fluffy skirts. Among them were men and women, old and young.

If they really have anything in common, they are all like dried bacon, hanging from a high place, their heads drooped, their eyes rolled white, and their withered bodies swayed in the breeze.

This scene made Klein's scalp tingle, his back pressed against the wall, and his eyes full of wariness.

When a cold wind blew inside the church, the swaying and hanging bodies turned at the same time, with their faces all facing Klein, their mouths opened, and they made sounds that were almost gibbering.

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

These murmurs surged back and forth in the internal space of the church, which was not too big to begin with, like waves crashing layer by layer on the sea.

Gradually, a touching melody was added, causing Klein's heart to tremble slightly.

Every time he took the potion to be promoted, he would vaguely hear this murmur. He originally thought it might be a part of the broken knowledge left in the potion, or a high-sequence extraordinary person vs. a low-sequence extraordinary person. influence exerted.

It's like Mr. Men's full moon rants.

Only now did he understand that the source of all these ravings was the corpses in this ancient church!

This is not just a numb scalp, but also a trembling throughout the body.

Klein took a few deep breaths to stabilize his mind and prevent himself from losing control due to these gibberings.

He first made a simple divination with gold coins, then tapped his teeth, turned on his spiritual vision, and looked at the corpses in the sky.

I saw illusory black lines extending behind them, extending towards the highest point of the ancient church.

They are like puppets suspended by spiritual threads.

The thread of my own spiritual body is also floating in that direction, as if that is the destination of all the threads of the spiritual body, a black hole that swallows everything.

Are these people all extraordinary people in the diviner path?

If I can't get out from here, will I end up becoming another string of dried bacon?

Klein was shocked and bit the tip of his tongue. The slight pain brought him back to his senses, and he hurriedly began to control his spiritual body's threads to prevent him from becoming the next dried bacon to be hung up.

After controlling his spiritual body's thread, Klein continued walking deeper into the church.

He saw the deity worshiped in this church.

It was a dark altar, and on the altar stood a statue carved in stone.

It looks like a human female as a whole, but two animal legs grow out of its ribs and waist, which are covered with short, thick, hard black hair.