Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 204 – Running Wild

　　Although there was no concept of temperature in the Hall of Honesty, Crane felt a chill and a rush of heat, and wanted to say something in his own defense, but when he opened his mouth, he didn’t know what to say.

　　Silently meeting Adam’s eyes, which were clear enough to reflect his figure, for a few seconds, Klein spoke with slight difficulty:

　　”I accept ……

　　”But I’ll also work hard afterward to minimize the damage from the war for as long as I live.”

　　He paused for a moment, then turned to ask in a hushed voice:

　　”Is that the price you marked for the gift?

　　”When a certain ascetic here gave your true name, you had noticed the travel book and made a secret arrangement?”

　　Without responding, Adam, dressed in simple white robes, took a step towards the left frescoes and stopped in front of one of them, tilting his head slightly and quietly admiring it.

　　On that mural, books bound in parchment flew up into the clouds to the stars and landed in a giant claw.

　　After looking at it for a while, Adam spoke in a warm voice:

　　”You may go.”

　　Klein immediately felt himself being rejected by the Hall of Honesty, the City of Wonders, and the collective subconscious ocean of the world in the book, and involuntarily floated up and flew out.

　　In the process, he saw Adam back at the front of the rows of black seats, holding the silver cross pendant, closing his eyes and praying to the huge, blurred figure.

　　Outside the ocean of the collective subconscious, an illusory door appeared silently, standing in mid-air, leading out.

　　The world of the book began to reject Kraven as well, “squeezing” him out of the open door.

　　Suddenly, Klein was back in the real world, in front of the gray mist, in a state where he was about to enter the hole of history.

　　Unlike a moment ago, he was no longer locked by the vortex formed by countless transparent worms, and the slippery, almost invisible tentacles wrapped around the “Grocer’s Travels” gently shook and disappeared into thin air.

　　Not bothering to feel pain, Klein made a choice almost by instinct in the midst of his thoughts.

　　He leapt into the grayish mist from the other direction, ducking inside a shattered patch of light, which was also known as the historical orifice.

　　In the next second, Klein began to regret it, because Chalatu’s slippery and terrifying tentacles stretched through the grayish mist, and the countless transparent worms no longer formed a spinning vortex, disintegrating into a tidal wave that rushed towards him.

　　It was amazing that Charatu could fight through the orifices of history!

　　This was the suppression of the lowers by the highers of the same pathway.

　　The one who was best at dealing with the “Diviner” pathway demigods was always the same pathway demigod with a higher sequence than him.

　　Without hesitation, Kraven “darted” into a patch of light just as he did when he was promoted, and fled towards the depths of the historical mists.

　　The collapse of the secret mausoleum, the air raid on Beckland, and the Great Haze tragedy swept backward one after another, but the sense of danger in Kraven’s heart not only did not weaken, but also strengthened a lot.

　　He even “saw” the dense shadow getting closer and closer, and began to cover himself.

　　This is the transparent worms and slippery tentacles interpreted into the tide!

　　Kraven ran desperately, chanting the name of the “Goddess of the Night” in the Giant’s language in his mind, hoping to be rescued, which was the only thing he had left to do, and that was the only thing that could possibly save him at the moment.

　　Of course, if he had known the name of Amon, he would have tried to provoke the “blasphemer”.

　　By muddying the waters, he had a chance of surviving.

　　Rossel’s claim to the throne, the improvement of the steam engine, the Battle of the Oath of Reckoning, the War of the White Roses, and the Twenty Years’ War flashed by one by one, and Klein realized that his body was “covered” by more and more shadows, and his consciousness was gradually slowed down, and he had a feeling of being manipulated by the “thread of the spirit body”.

　　At that moment, a Fugen’s dog ran out of the various spots of gray and white mist.

　　They were covered in short black hair, with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets, and the corners of their mouths stretched to the back of their heads.

　　This group of monster-like “Source Castle Watchers” crossed over to Klein and rushed behind him.

　　Kraven’s consciousness suddenly returned to him.

　　Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! He cursed himself, his eyes reddened and his vision blurred as he continued to “run” from the “Fifth Era” to the “Fourth Era” and from the “Fourth Era” to the “Fourth Era”. From the “Fourth Age” to the “Third Age”, from the “Fourth Age” to the “Third Age”.

　　The tidal wave of shadows behind him paused for a few seconds, and then continued to surge toward Klein as if nothing had happened, drowning out the apertures of history he had passed through.

　　Kraven did not spare his spirituality at all, and desperately “ran” through the fog of history with the help of his own illuminated spots of light, from the “Third Age” to the “Second Age”, to a A solitary shard of light, surrounded by withered and decaying forests and normal-sized tombs.

　　This is the history of Olmir, the giant king, who buried his parents.

　　The “tide” that Charatu’s body had turned into didn’t seem to know enough about the past, so it didn’t know where it had stopped and couldn’t catch up with it.

　　At this point, Klein’s spirituality is already close to exhaustion, and in the fog of history, can only borrow power from the current hole, obviously, there is no his past here.

　　And when his spirituality was exhausted, he would have to break away from the historical mist and return to the real world, and at that time, would once again face Charatu head on.

　　Phew …… Klein exhaled, drew out another thousand paper cranes and snapped his fingers, setting it alight.

　　However, he waited a few seconds for Will Ansettin, the Serpent of Destiny, to appear.

　　In the hole of history, it is impossible to utilize ordinary cranes to contact with Will …… Amon why hasn’t he appeared …… In a flash of thought, Klein could only recite in the giant language again:

　　”Sublimer than the stars, longer than eternity, Goddess of the Night, you are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrecy, and the Queen of Doom and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence ……”

　　After holding out for a few more seconds, Klein suddenly gained an inspiration, and without hesitation, he broke out of the historical fog and returned to the real world.

　　As soon as his figure was outlined, the “Spirit Thread” floated into the air, grasped by a slippery, transparent tentacle.

　　On the opposite side of him, another silhouette appeared at the same time.

　　It was Arianna, the leader of the ascetics, who was barefoot and wearing linen robes.

　　According to Klein’s ability, the angelic historical projection he had summoned must have disappeared by now, so the one who came was undoubtedly the main body.

　　This abbot of the Black Night Abbey glanced at Klein and instantly made him disappear under Charatu’s tentacles.

　　Klein entered the hidden world belonging to Arianna, which was in the darkness of night, a monastery towering with many ancient buildings, and a huge and holy red moon hanging high in the midair.

　　According to the experience of previous cooperation, Klein immediately utilized “teleportation”, flashed into the red moon, and left this hidden world from another place.

　　After returning to reality, Klein had already distanced himself from Charatu, so he didn’t hesitate to use “Travel” to leave, while Arianna, who had briefly blocked Charatu, transformed into a secretive state and broke away from the battle.

　　Rumble!

　　A terrifying thunderclap rang out, and the transparent tentacles that were trying to probe towards Klein’s disappeared position violently retracted back and disappeared together with the main body.

　　”Teleporting” to the sea, Klein didn’t bother to borrow power from his past self, and grabbed it before he could, summoning a paper figure from the hole in history and shaking his wrist.

　　–Most of his belongings were destroyed when he turned into a “bookmark”, and the Secret Doll Chunas and Secret Doll Enyuni were lost somewhere, though they may have evaporated in the light of the Angel of Light.

　　Snap!

　　The paper figure burst into crimson flames and leapt up into an illusory angel with layers of feathered wings on its back, wrapping Klein in it and erasing the traces.

　　Then, Klein opened the “teleportation” again, and left the place.

　　……

　　At the secret mausoleum in East Chester, William Augustus I and Bernadette, the Queen of Mysteries, sensed the fall of George III, either through a change in the order of things or through their own prophecies.

　　The latter did not stay any longer, his body suddenly separated like a pile of soap bubbles reflecting light, scattering in all directions and breaking up one after another.

　　William Augustus I was not in the mood to block and catch up, but neither was it so painful.

　　……

　　Klein circled around a lot, three times with the “angel’s embrace” to eliminate the trace, and then quietly returned to the current may be the safest place in Birkeland.

　　He didn’t go back to the house he rented before, he directly found a hotel in the area of Beckland Bridge and opened a room.

　　Of course, he didn’t forget to make certain changes to his looks, height, temperament and features.

　　He became more and more plain, ordinary, and unnoticed.

　　After entering the room, Klein endured the mental exhaustion and physical trauma, and began to chant the name of Kavituva, the God of the Sea, and prepared to take four steps in the opposite direction to go above the gray fog, confirm the environment and eliminate hidden dangers with his “True Vision” and the real “Angel’s Embrace”.

　　Fortunately, Chalatu should have signed a contract with George III, can not leave the guarded mausoleum at will, otherwise, in that melee, I would probably have become k’s secret puppets ……k and “God sins” S’eua’s appearance beyond my expectations! …… Klein sighed in relief, took a step counterclockwise, opened his mouth, and read in Chinese:

　　”Fusheng ……”

　　Suddenly, Klein’s body trembled, his words came to an abrupt end, and his entire body froze in place.

　　In his line of sight, on the chair to the side of the full-length mirror in the room at some point there was an additional silhouette, medium-sized, male, younger, wearing a dark-colored jacket and tweed pants, a hybrid of Ruen and Byron.

　　This is Klein’s previously lost secret puppet, “Winner” Njoni.

　　Facing Klein’s eyes, which could no longer roll, Njoni smiled and said:

　　”Don’t throw the secret puppets around, they will be tracked.”

　　As he spoke, he slowly stood up and casually pulled out a monocle made of crystal from his clothing pocket, slowly putting it on his right eye.

　　(End of Part 5)