Part 4 The Undead Chapter 105 – The Hanged Man
At the same time as the scarlet moonlight suddenly dimmed, a corresponding thought popped up within Klein’s mind at once:
”The red moon has been obscured by the mists again!”
No sooner had his thought surfaced than the figures vaguely visible coming and going outside the dark-colored curtains disappeared as if they had evaporated, and the low growling voices of those wild beasts came to an abrupt end.
The environment here has returned to its previous state …… “Despair Witch” Panatia can act normally again …… Mr. A no longer need to be concerned about the danger outside, and can attack frantically and hunt for prey Mr. A no longer has to worry about the dangers outside, and he can go on a wild attack and hunt for his prey……. Klein made a judgment in an instant, and with his right index finger, he snapped and ignited the leaves of a tree a few dozen meters away.
He wanted to distance himself from Mr. A to avoid further infiltration of the disease, and at the same time, depending on the situation, decide whether to venture into that ancient church.
For the current situation, Klein already had a preliminary plan, which was to try to use Mr. A, who had a wide range of abilities and strength, to divert the attention of this horrible witch, Panatia, for the latter, there was no essential difference between the “Shepherd” and the “Master of the Secret Puppet” in terms of the quality of meat, both could fill her up. Anyway, for the latter, “Shepherd” and “Master of Secret Puppets” have no difference in meat quality, they can both fill their stomachs, so whoever is easier to catch will be dealt with first.
At that time, the two are bound to break out in a battle, Klein will look for an opportunity to “snipe” Panadia!
Just as the crimson stream of fire rose up and enveloped Klein’s figure, he saw Mr. A once again turn into a shadow, blending into the surroundings and diving off to an unknown destination.
Run away …… Run away …… Aren t you Mr. A, who does crazy things? Shouldn t you keep chasing your prey? How did you run away …… Klein s gaze flinched, and he couldn t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
His figure then disappeared into the stream of flames and appeared in the flames a few dozen meters away.
Klein had just leapt out of the flames when his forehead rolled once again, his lungs became heavy, and his breathing was drastically difficult.
Pestilence!
The plague of “Despair Witch” Panadia spread over!
In Klein’s eyes, the brightly colored woman in pure white robes had somehow floated in mid-air, walking towards him step by step.
Beneath Panatia’s feet was a spider web formed by countless transparent thin threads, which were connected to the surrounding houses and trees, covering half of the street.
The intense hunger in the eyes of this demigod level demoness had receded and there was no longer any obvious blood redness, and the gaze that looked at Germaine Sparrow took on a bit of madness and teasing, as if she wanted to make the other party lose the ability to resist little by little and experience the deepest, deepest, and most agonizing despair.
Klein forced himself to hold back his cough and snapped his fingers again, causing a tree near the steepled church to burst into a crimson stream of flame.
His silhouette was immediately covered with fire, quickly faded, and flashed into the tree, flashing into the gorgeous and gorgeous “fireworks” that gulped and swayed.
Immediately afterward, Klein leapt to the ground and quickly rolled to the side of the old church.
At this time, his body suddenly cold, only to see his feet, thighs and waist and stomach has condensed a thick layer of ice, while the surrounding white frost deposits, the temperature plummeted.
Klein clenched his teeth, controlled his inner panic, and in accordance with the predetermined program, unusually calmly stretched out his hands and pressed them against the wall.
The “writhing hunger” he wore on his left palm became transparent!
Without a sound, Klein passed through the dark and thick wall and entered the interior of the steeple church.
Where he had been, a deep black fireball slowed down a bit and could only hit the corner of the wall, rippling like a wave of water, burning the nearby frost and weeds cleanly.
At that moment, the crows flying around the spire of the old church opened their mouths:
”Whoa!”
”Whoa!”
”Whoa!”
Panadia stopped in her tracks and looked at the deep black church in front of her, revealing a little bit of an expression of awe.
……
Inside the church, Klein, who had entered through the wall, was first blinded by the environment which was a little darker than the outside world, and then it was only in the process of the frost melting that he adapted to the dim light and was able to see clearly the scene in front of him.
As far as his eyes could reach, figure after figure hung in midair.
It was all human!
Some of them were clad in black classical robes, some were draped in brown jackets, some wore dresses that were propped up and fluffy, and some had tattered clothing as if they were beggars.
Some of them have a rough face, some have a profoundly handsome and masculine silhouette, some have delicate and beautiful features, and some are young and cute and quite young, with no resemblance whatsoever.
No, they still had something in common; they all looked like bacon being air-dried, dangling from a great height, their heads hanging low, their eyes rolling white and staggering.
Klein watched his scalp tingle a little, no longer doubting Panatia’s and Mr. A’s descriptions of the place as very dangerous.
His back pressed against the wall, intending to immediately “open the door” to avoid the danger, until the “despair witch” found, then once again through the wall to come in, to avoid the attack, and so on and so forth, to ensure safety.
Woo!
Inside the church, a cold wind blew, and a figure hanging in the air, a corpse, turned to face Klein at the same time.
Their collars seemed to be attached to ropes, and their heads remained hanging low.
Klein nearly sucked in cold air and pressed his left palm against the wall.
Just then, the one figure shook like a wind chime, and their mouths opened in an almost mumbling sound:
”Hornachis …… Fregla ……
”Hornachis …… Fregla ……
”Hornachis …… Fregla ……”
These voices echoed and overlapped, merging together and burrowing into Klein’s ears, giving him an unusual sense of familiarity!
It was just like the ravings he had heard after several previous promotions!
It unexpectedly came from here, from the misty town, from a corpse hanging in mid-air within the ancient church!
At this moment, not only did Klein’s scalp tingle, his entire body trembled.
The roots of this misty town are really in the main peak of the Honchos Mountains …… the evaporated “Land of Night”? I’m not really going up the mountain, am I? But why wouldn’t the same ravings in this church bring a tingling in the head and a tendency to lose control …… Klein hissed, clasped his hands open and closed, clenched and opened again, and resisted the urge to go through the wall.
Now that he was here, now that he had seen the source of the ravings, he thought that running away might not be the answer.
Regardless, a simple probe was a must, or else his body would not know what was going on if anything abnormal really did occur!
After doing a quick divination with gold coins, Klein lightly knocked his teeth and opened his spiritual vision, looking at those dense figures hanging in mid-air, only to see that their spirituality was very introverted, and their aura color seemed normal, but gave people a dull feeling.
There are aura colors …… still not dead? Klein frowned slightly and closed his spiritual vision.
Immediately after, his left thumb pinched the first joint of his index finger twice, ready to observe the “spiritual body line”.
At a glance, Klein’s pupils suddenly dilated, because the shaky figures hanging down from a high place had extremely special “spirit body threads”.
Their corresponding illusory black lines extended out from each other’s bodies, but converged in the same direction, that is, the highest point of the old church, without exception!
In Klein’s vision, they looked like corpses hung up by the “spiritual threads”!
Before Klein had a chance to think about what this meant, he suddenly saw an image out of the corner of his eye:
His own “spiritual thread” was floating upward on its own, extending to the highest part of the church, to the source of those figures hanging!
This was the first time that Klein had ever seen “spiritual threads” unfolding on their own without being manipulated!
They were like metal that had met a magnet, drifting uncontrollably to higher ground, and the fastest one was already arriving at its destination!
Kraven couldn’t imagine what would happen if all the “spiritual threads” converged, and suspected that he too would be turned into a bacon to be dried, suspended in mid-air, emitting “Hornachis” in the wind… …Frigidaire ……”.
If it were most of the extraordinary people, they could only consider leaving the church at this moment, and see if they could interrupt the process of the “spiritual body thread” being adsorbed, but Klein was different, he was the “Secret Puppet Master”, and with a single thought, he directly manipulated his own “Spiritual Body Thread”. With a thought, he directly manipulated his “spirit body threads” and pulled them back one by one.
After nearly thirty seconds, Klein finally accomplished this, however, his “spiritual body thread” still has the tendency to float upwards, must always pay attention to, always fight.
Is this one of the dangers lurking within this old church? Kraven took a slow breath, no longer clinging to the wall, and took one step at a time towards the depths of the church.
Above his head, the figures swayed as if they were looking down on him.
Traveling twenty to thirty meters forward, Klein finally saw something else; it was the pitch-black altar that belonged to this church.
And above the altar stood a statue carved in stone.
Walking a few steps that way, Klein got a good look at the statue:
It was a female human figure, but there were two animal legs growing out of its ribs and waist, covered with short, thick and hard black hair.
In addition, there were black bands around the statue, which were like a tentacle extending out.
Beneath the feet of this stone statue, there was a single spirit sleeping, as if a cluster of stars surrounded it.
Klein’s gaze moved to look at the head of the stone statue and saw a beautiful face.
This …… Klein s eyes froze for a moment.
That face is not unfamiliar to him, because he was “sent” here by the other side!
The face of this stone statue is exactly the same as the “eraser” angel at the bottom of St. Samuel’s Church!
k is related to this place …… also right, k’s erase is to send people here, not related to it is rather abnormal …… k and the Quaternary era located in the Hornerchies mountain range “country of the night” what is the relationship? What’s the connection between K and the Fourth Age “Land of Night” in the Honchos Mountains? The “Mother of Heaven”? But if that’s the case, why would k work for the Church? Moreover, such an image has some similarity with the magic wolf described by the little “sun”…… Klein’s mind instantly flashed through a lot of doubts.
During this process, his eyes slowly moved away, turning to other places, looking for other possible clues.
After a few seconds, Klein spotted a figure that was not hanging in mid-air but sitting diagonally behind the statue.