Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

Olivia was not hypocritical, after all, she really needed these things now.

It seemed that she would have to repay Azik in the future.

Olivia secretly thought in her heart that a drop of water should be returned with a spring, and Olivia understood this principle very well.

"Let's take a break and move on!"

Olivia suggested to Azik, after all, her and Azik's current conditions were too bad.

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In the corner of the hall, Klein pressed against the stone wall to prevent himself from being discovered by Mr. Z.

Soon, he heard a muffled groan and smelled the smell of flesh and blood.

"Give your life for the Lord's coming." Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded.

Plop, plop, the sound of a heavy figure falling down reached Klein's ears, and a strong spiritual fluctuation emerged and echoed continuously.

Mr. Z sacrificed his four waiters?

The people of the Aurora Society are really crazy!

Klein didn't know if he would do this if Mr. A was alive, but it was obvious that even if Mr. A was still alive, he had to do what he should do.

Alas~

Even if you join an extraordinary organization, strength is still the most important thing!

As soon as Klein had this thought, he heard illusory and layered crying sounds. Someone was calling for his mother, someone was coughing violently, and someone was groaning in pain.

As a half-mystic expert, Klein seemed to see a series of illusory and transparent figures with unwilling resentment, entering the ceremony one after another, and the numbness, despair, pain, resentment and other suppressed emotions that had accumulated for many years in the factory area, dock area and East District also surged like a tide.

He had seen such a situation before, that was when Olivia summoned the Fallen Creator in the dock area before.

But the situation at that time was more terrifying than his own. If it weren't for the Goddess of Night, I'm afraid Backlund would have become a dead city.

So Klein knew that it should officially start now.

Klein closed his eyes, leaned his back against the wall, and clenched his right hand suddenly, and then loosened it.

For him, the best option at this time was to slip out of the hall and run away while Mr. Z was concentrating on the ceremony.

His right hand loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened repeatedly.

Seven or eight seconds later, Klein opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up exaggeratedly.

He reached out and grasped the revolver, turned suddenly, and rushed out.

He raised his right hand in a black double-breasted long dress and aimed at the altar.

Although reason told him that running away was the most reasonable solution, some things always have to be done by someone, right?

The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was the altar surrounded by layers of glory and the tall and thin figure standing on the altar.

The figure took off his hood, revealing a beautiful and strange face like a woman, and the left chest, shoulder, abdomen, and thigh were covered with squirming, sticky, disgusting flesh and blood.

Around him, the light layer was filled with illusory and transparent figures, overflowing with numbness, despair, pain, depression and other feelings.

Outside the altar, the four figures who had prayed earlier had already fallen. Their skin was dry and tightly wrapped around their bones, like corpses that had been weathered for many years.

Above the entire hall, rays of light penetrated the void and quickly fell into the altar along the stone pillars, floors, and air covered with symbolic symbols and magic signs.

As soon as Klein came out of hiding, Mr. Z had already opened his eyes and looked at where he was.

His pupils were stained with blood, and his indifference contained extreme madness.

If it were another extraordinary person, he would probably have subconsciously turned his eyes away and dared not look at him, but Klein had faced the "Eternal Sun" and seen the "blasphemer" Amon, so he was not afraid of this. He calmly pulled the trigger and let a silver "demon hunting bullet" engraved with many patterns shoot out and rush towards the altar.

Witnessing this scene, Mr. Z subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but finally stopped and watched indifferently as the silver bullet drilled into the light layer around the altar.

Silently, the patterned "demon-hunting bullets" melted and disappeared in the layers of light, swallowed up by the countless resentment and negative emotions.

In the end, it completely decomposed without leaving any trace.

Klein's eyes narrowed, and he fired all the remaining bullets in the revolver. The pale golden "purification bullets" and the brass-colored "exorcism bullets" were connected end to end and penetrated into the light layer around the altar.

However, they also decomposed and disappeared without creating any ripples.

Mr. Z laughed hoarsely:

"It's useless, little reptile. The ceremony has officially begun. You can't break or interrupt it with your power. Even a Sequence 5 Beyonder can't do it!

"But you are also lucky. You will live to witness the coming of my Lord and merge into His body. "

After saying that, Mr. Z ignored Klein and closed his eyes again, as if the other party was indeed just a tiny insect.

The "shepherd" half raised his hands, made an open-armed gesture, and shouted loudly in ancient Hermetic language:

"The Lord who created everything;

"The Lord behind the shadow curtain;

"The fallen nature of all living beings.

"Your devout believers pray for your coming;

"I am willing to dedicate my body to let it serve as a container to bear your great will!"

Amid the prayer, a light suddenly descended from an unknown source above Mr. Z's head, completely covering him.

The resentment and accumulated negative emotions that turned into human figures around him rolled inward like a tide and poured into Mr. Z's body.

Bang, bang, bang!

Klein snapped his fingers and manipulated the flames, trying his best to attack the altar, but they still irresistibly decomposed, extinguished, and melted in the surrounding light layer, without any effect.

What should I do?

My other magical items are above the gray fog. If I want to take them out, I must first perform a ritual, which will waste at least one or two minutes, and the unprotected body will be very dangerous...

What should I do?

Klein stopped trying rationally and stood there, his thoughts racing.

Moreover, whether it is the Sun Brooch, the Biotoxin Bottle, the Eye of All Black, or the "Black Emperor" card that only improves the status, it seems that none of them can break through the barrier of the altar!

Is it possible to wait for Miss "Justice" to find reinforcements in time?

Or watch the "True Creator" descend?

Klein was nervous, his thoughts were flying, and he quickly thought about what countermeasures he could have.

He filtered the items on his body one by one, and cold sweat had already appeared on his palms unconsciously.

Suddenly, he thought of something!

Without time to consider the consequences, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a metallic object.

Bang, bang, bang!

Klein took a few steps forward, swung his arm vigorously, and threw the object in his palm toward the altar.

A brass-colored brilliance flashed, and the object entered the layered light layer.

It was a key with an ancient shape.

It was the "Master Key".

Within the light layer, the brass-colored "Master Key" began to decompose and melt.

And when its outer shell disappeared, the curse hidden inside was directly revealed, connecting to Mr. "Door" in an unknown place.