Klein became a demigod and could initially control the "source castle" and prevent its aura from permeating reality. After being attached to himself, he never considered similar issues. After all, this would be abnormal, which would lead to him being recognized by extraordinary people in the "Fate"-related pathways at a glance, which was quite unsafe. At this moment, as soon as he received a reminder from Will Ansitine, he felt his thoughts suddenly cheerful.

When I was only affiliated with the "Source Castle" and had a certain right to use it, the accompanying "Source Castle" aura and projection could make a saint who was in the "Fate" path not dare to look directly, making the corresponding extraordinary people in the middle and low sequences as if they had seen a mythical creature. Now that I have initially controlled the "Source Castle", it is likely to make the "effect" better... This can affect the angel who is a complete mythical creature? The level of the "Source Castle" has reached at least sequence 0? Well, according to my speculation, this may be a little higher than sequence 0... If you have a similar understanding, you will be contaminated? Klein's thoughts were active, as if lightning flashed through his mind.

He quickly decided to return to the land of God's abandonment and search for monsters in the darkness and secret puppets in the fog of history to speculate whether his ideas were useful.

A little smile appeared on his face and said to the one-year-old child in the black stroller:

"I probably understand what you mean. I'll send you ice cream recently."

Will Ansitine, wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned her head and looked to the side and said:

“No, no need.

"I have eaten too much ice cream during this period, which has a bit of a problem with my physical development..."

Klein raised his eyebrows and said:

"Pure, top ice cream produced in Trier, the capital of Intis."

"...I'll give it to me next week." Will Ansitting replied hesitantly.

After saying that, the chubby one-year-old child turned over and buried his face in the small pillow in the stroller.

Because Miss "Magic" has limited time to maintain historical pore images, Klein didn't say anything more. With his own characteristics, he forced himself to break free from his dream, woke up, and turned over and got out of bed.

Immediately afterwards, he poked out his right hand and pulled it into the air again and again.

After four or five strokes, his arm sank and dragged out a lady with a simple linen robe, bark belt, barefoot, long black hair and an ordinary appearance.

The leader of the ascetic monks of the Night Church, "Secret servant" Arianna!

At the same moment, in a house in Hilston District, Fors on the easy chair seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, and suddenly sat up, his body straightened and his forehead blood vessels jumped.

She felt that her spirituality was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging towards the void ahead, unable to contain it, and was about to become dry.

The next second, this trend eased a lot, but it was still scary and it was not something she could bear completely now.

In the hotel room, I saw Ms. Arianna's historical pore images gained awareness. Klein made a long story short and said directly:

"I plan to work with people to deal with a certain 'witch king' of the Rose School."

Arianna nodded slightly, indicating that she knew, but did not give her own advice.

Seeing that the ascetic leader did not give a warning, Klein felt much more at ease about the plan to hunt the "Witch King" and said instead:

"I'm going to plan an action against the Dark Demon Wolf recently."

The "spiritual insects" fell to the ground, rolling and struggling wildly, some of which quickly collapsed, and some finally calmed down, crawled back to Klein's body and drilled into their pores.

"Hiss... It's much better than the last time I fell into a coma and lost my memory..." Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed silently.

The "winner" Enyuni in front of him has disappeared directly because he was hit just now and was unable to maintain the historical pore images.

This is one of the reasons why Klein did not suffer too serious injuries this time.

Without the "winner" Enyuni, he would not be able to see the strange light gate that had changed without being continuously impacted.

After two seconds of slowing down, Klein entered the fog of history, walked four steps backwards, and came to the gray fog.

Seeing a trace of illusory dark light rising from inside, melting away, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a self-deprecating smile:

"I almost pollute myself and erode myself...

"Then we will use extraordinary people who are 'divinists' channels such as Rosago to do another experiment: if they do not directly suffer shocks, as the observation time increases, will they be reversely contaminated by the 'source castle' projection..."

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The southern continent, East Bailang, was attacked by Vertec.

Under the illumination of the crimson moon, the soldiers of the Roon who were hiding behind the simple fortifications were catching up on time to take turns to rest to restore their energy.

Their faces were dark and full of traces of gunpowder. Sometimes someone woke up and took out the dried tobacco, wrapped it casually, then lit it with the remaining matches to his mouth, and took a deep breath, with more numbness and confusion in his eyes.

Several soldiers guarding this line of defense smelled the smell of tobacco, subconsciously sniffed, and looked back.

"Do you still have tobacco?" A soldier holding a continuous rifle lowered his voice and asked his companions.

His comrades shook his head:

"I've finished the draw long ago."

"I don't know when the next batch will arrive... I'm going crazy without tobacco!" The soldier who spoke first pointed to the outside of the fortification with his chin, "Did you see it? So many corpses, so many hands, and so many feet, they all belonged to living people before."

Before the sun set, the rebels launched a fierce attack, rushing into the various defense lines of Vertec City like crazy. Their desperate posture scared the defending soldiers and servants of the Ruen, and almost won. But in the end, they failed to break through the key defense line, left a large number of corpses, and retreated like a tide.

His comrades were silent and said:

"Maybe we will become like this tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."

Speaking of this, he looked up at the crimson moon and said in a dream:

"I don't know how Bakerland is doing. I haven't received a letter from my family for a long time... I don't know if they have enough food, and if they can find a doctor when they are sick..."

The soldier who wanted to smoke just now was about to curse a swear word, cursing the damn war and the damn enemy, his eyes suddenly straightened, he raised his right hand tremblingly, pointed at the front and said:

"Living, alive, alive..."

The soldiers looked over and saw under the crimson moon, the broken corpses left behind by the rebels had climbed up one by one, shaking and trying to approach the defense line.

In the distance, a mysterious man wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns stood behind the rebels, spreading his arms slightly.

The spirituality of the entire battlefield is growing rapidly.
Chapter completed!