Part 4 The Undead Chapter 67 Spying

　　North End, St. Samuel’s Church.

　　Klein had just entered the large prayer hall, and with the help of the little light shining in from the wall behind the altar, he naturally looked around, taking in all the believers praying inside.

　　With just such a glance, Klein quickly locked onto his target, and without any abnormality, walked down the aisle towards the front.

　　In the first row, there was an old man with black clergy robes but a gloomy aura, pale face and withered hair, he was tightly closing his eyes and concentrating on his prayers, he was one of the inner watchmen that Klein had sensed earlier.

　　He was generally on Friday …… rotation Klein, without really approaching, moved two rows of seats away, found a seat, and handed his hat and cane to Richardson, the valet.

　　Then, in the process of sitting down, he used his left thumb to quickly pinch the joint of his index finger twice, and silently opened the “spiritual body line” vision.

　　Suddenly, an illusory black thread appeared in front of Klein’s eyes, which densely drilled out from the bodies of different beings, spreading to an infinite distance in a clump.

　　Just as he sat down, Klein’s vision shifted and directed his attention to the inner watcher.

　　At this glance, he nearly ejaculated, but thanks to the Joker’s self-control and his own anticipation of the anomaly, he was able to maintain his composure with ease.

　　In his field of vision, although the old man with yellow hair also had “spiritual threads” sticking out, the inside of his body was a deep black, swallowing up the origin of those illusory threads, and was completely different from a normal extraordinary person!

　　Sure enough, they have been eroded by the power of the sealing core, appearing soul level mutation …… So it seems that the problem is closer to the second guess I made last time, they have become part of the sealing core to a certain extent, once there is a sign of loss of control, it will immediately stimulate the instinctive reaction of the object, forcibly calmed down! …… No wonder the internal caretakers must volunteer and are in their old age, they should have a full understanding of what will happen …… Klein inexplicably sighed, ready to turn off his perception of the “spiritual body line”. He was ready to turn off his perception of the “Spirit Thread” and withdraw his sight.

　　At that moment, he saw a pair of eyes, eyes as black as ink, without the slightest emotion within the eyes.

　　Next to these eyes, fine and deep wrinkles extended little by little, as if they were twisted and strange mysterious symbols.

　　These were the eyes of the internal caretaker!

　　He had straightened his body at some point, turned his head, and looked indifferently at Dawn Dantes!

　　Klein’s scalp instantly tingled, forcing out a smile and nodding to the other as if it was just normal eye contact.

　　That internal caretaker moved his head sluggishly, surprisingly responding.

　　Then, Klein only felt his surroundings jerk away for a moment, first becoming blurry, then settling into clarity.

　　At this moment, he knew he was passively entering the dream world.

　　So, while maintaining the image of Dawn Dantes, he instinctively surveyed his surroundings and realized that he was still inside St. Samuel’s Church, but all the pews were either broken or tipped over, spilling everywhere, as if they had been attacked.

　　The altar in front of it was riddled with cracks, crawling with weeds and accumulating dust, and seemed to have been deserted for a long time.

　　The yellow-haired interior caretaker stood beside the collapsed consecration box, gazing icily at Dawn Dantes in her black formal attire.

　　When he saw Klein looking back, his mouth opened a little, revealing sharp, ghastly white, not at all straight teeth.

　　And on these teeth, set with blurred, vague, tiny figures, they have complete features and limbs, their expressions are different but with similar pain, seems to be imprisoned here, difficult to free.

　　”Ho ……” That internal caretaker made a low growl like a beast in his throat, and bent down forward at the waist.

　　His ribs, the side of his waist, his clothing bulged and brushed up to grow four skinless, vein-wrapped arms.

　　Immediately afterward, they sprouted fine black hairs, and a sharp fingernail snapped out of the tip of his finger.

　　In just two or three seconds, the relatively normal internal guardians had turned into monsters lying on the ground with eight “legs”, which resembled spiders silently weaving their webs in the darkness of the night and waiting for their prey, as well as monstrous black wolves, which brought a strong sense of fear to people.

　　At the same time, inside the ruptured and deserted altar, two huge palms covered with black hair stretched out without warning, pressed on the edge, and a slippery tentacle coalesced with black gas spread in all directions, instantly filling the entire large prayer hall.

　　The shivering aura, extreme sense of fear, and illusory gigantic blurred figure was penetrating the invisible barrier and presenting itself a little bit.

　　Out of control? That internal caretaker had lost control? Klein stood there, subconsciously wanting to react and forcibly break free from the dream world with his own special, but in an instant, he associated it with what had happened before, and his face changed, making a fearful and awe-inspiring expression, running towards the door shivering, with the appearance of struggling in a nightmare.

　　That is, a breath later, a tidal wave of darkness cold and silent poured in from the outside world, completely submerging this dreamland and calming everything down.

　　Klein snapped his eyes open, realizing that he had fallen asleep at some point, and that the yellow-haired interior caretaker had long since turned his head away and continued to pray with his eyes closed.

　　Eyes rolling slightly, Dawn Dantes looked from side to side in implied horror, seemingly still reeling from the dream he’d just had and not completely free of his fear.

　　It was only after a few dozen seconds that he took two deep breaths and looked at the Holy Emblem again, drawing the Crimson Moon on his chest.

　　Only then did Klein have time to think back on what he had just experienced and speculate on what had happened:

　　Because of my peeping into his “spiritual thread”, he showed signs of losing control and overreacted, forcing me into the dream and trying to deal with it accordingly?

　　After that, I think it was the sealing core behind Charnis’ door that sensed the anomaly and calmed down the problem ……

　　The key now is whether or not this internal caretaker remembers the source of his own near mutation …… If he’s used to it, in his current state, he should be pretty vague about how the problem occurred …… Of course, it may not be me, perhaps he’s close to losing control himself …… Klein once again looked at the old man with yellow hair in front of him, watching what he was going to do next to determine how he should react.

　　If not, just use the “creeping hunger”, open the “travel” to escape …… Klein made a quick decision, patiently waiting for the possible changes.

　　A few minutes later, he saw Bishop Elektra come in through the side door and walk toward him.

　　Klein’s heart tightened, and he opened the five fingers of his left hand, ready to activate the “writhing hunger”.

　　At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of insight and abandoned the action.

　　If the internal caretaker has already told the bishops that I have a problem with the dream world, then now I will be greeted by many of the church’s extraordinary common blow, after all, pulling into the dream world can avoid accidentally injuring other believers, so there is no need for them to have to look for the bishop who is familiar with me to come over,…… This should be more of a condolence and appeasement. …… Klein withdrew his sight and continued to assume the prayer position.

　　Less than a minute later, he finally felt someone approaching and busily looked up to the side to see Bishop Elektra softly speaking:

　　”You do not look too good?”

　　”I don’t know how I fell asleep just now, I had a nightmare, and now I still have some residual fear.” Klein said with a self-deprecating smile.

　　Bishop Elektra smoothly sat down next to him and said calmly:

　　”Dreams are sometimes a presentation of inner fears.

　　”They can be calmed by devotional prayers to the Goddess and the taking of holy water.

　　”Of course, the most important thing is not to suppress yourself too much in general, and to know how to confess to the goddess; there are times when a hidden cry will relieve you of much stress.”

　　Klein secretly observed the other party’s attitude, savoring the tone, and said with a quiet sigh of relief:

　　”I see.”

　　He returned his gaze forward, buried his head, crossed his arms, and quietly began to pray.

　　During this process, he saw the internal caretaker in front of him get up on his own and head for the side door where a bishop awaited.

　　Whew …… Klein shushed silently, truly taking in the serenity of his surroundings.

　　Suddenly, a voice bubbled up inside him, a voice that was his own yet out of his control:

　　”You think you’re doing it covertly?

　　”Nah! Not at all! Have you forgotten that you have touched the sacred relics of the Goddess of the Night?”