Chapter 19 No One Wants to Leave

Although there were not many prayers in the Church of the Storms at night, in order to avoid conflict, Klein chose the place of appearance on the corridor leading to the garden.

"It's amazing..." Pasha muttered to herself while looking at the fixed surrounding scene.

Roy forcibly restrained his inner feelings, glanced left and right, and said:

"If the patriarch came to the church to avoid the curfew, he would be in a similar place."

"If it wasn't for the fear of accumulating charges, an angel would have too many ways to hide from ordinary people." Klein said casually, "I will send you to another church later, and you should try to stay in a place with glass windows and mirrors. , as soon as you find an outsider who is suspected to be a Feysac, you will find an opportunity to draw a symbol..."

Before he finished speaking, his head turned suddenly, and he looked at the door leading to the garden from the large prayer hall.

A figure over 2.6 meters walked out slowly. He was wearing a robe with a black background and a white edge, and his muscles were bulging out of the loose clothes.

This is an old man with a gray beard and a square hat. His eyes are light blue, with few wrinkles, and he has an air of looking down on everything.

Larion, the patriarch of the Church of God of War... Without needing to identify, Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the opposite was an angel, who was his goal in coming to the church.

Larion glanced at him and said with a little surprise:

"Not Arianna..."

He immediately restrained the expression on his face, and said quite indifferently:

"It seems to be his helper.

"You can tell him that I have reached an agreement with '0-02', which has been activated to a certain extent, to give up the seal on it in exchange for permission to leave, and you will stay here to endure changes in rules and stricter the decree of utter death..."

The patriarch didn't seem to be worried that Klein would stop him, because when he spoke, his body was rapidly aging, and the surface of his skin soon became wrinkled, age spots developed, and rotting liquid flowed out.

In just a few blinks, Larion has aged to the point where he seems to be about to evaporate.

Then, He really completely turned into a rotten liquid and completely evaporated.

This shocking picture made Byers and others feel the fear from the bottom of their hearts, a feeling that their minds are about to be confused and their emotions are about to collapse.

This is as terrifying and terrifying as the countless bugs crawling out of the wound on the wrist of Mr. "Magic" to form a new palm!

"The strange ability is related to 'Dusk'?" Klein didn't mean to stop Larion at all, just nodded as if thinking.

In the spiritual world corresponding to Beldan, Larion's figure was outlined and returned to normal.

Immediately after, He penetrated the invisible barrier like he could drive the spirit world creatures, breaking away from the many restrictions of Beldan City.

But just when Larion started to "shuttle", his eyes suddenly darkened and he saw a dark and seamless "cloth".

This is like a wall, blocking Larion's progress!

Larion cautiously stopped the shuttle and looked up at the infinite height where the seven clear lights were located, but he could only see an illusory "curtain" hanging down from there, shrouding part of the spiritual world corresponding to Beldan and isolating it. A separate world.

At the same time, Larion's intuition from the "Demon Hunter" told him that the barrier formed by the "curtain" was very strong and difficult to break through, and it took a lot of time and energy to do it.

For the patriarch, what happened now had a peculiarly comical sense, causing him to burst into uncontrollable anger:

It's like when He finally found the key to the secret room after untold hardships and had a chance to open the door before others and leave,

I was stunned to find that there was a lock on the door of the secret room, a very strong lock!

It lacks a bit of reality, it is an image from the pores of history... This is a crime of fraud! No, it is outside of Beldan City, out of the jurisdiction of the rules... This historical projection should have existed here for a long time, and it will not be able to maintain within two minutes, and it will dissipate on its own... Larion quickly regained his calm. , allowing the anchor and the maddening tendencies to strike a balance again.

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In the corridor of the Church of the Storms, Roy and the others, who finally slowed down, turned to look at Mr. "Magic" who was not much worse than an angel.

Pasha hesitated for a while, and said rather fearfully:

"He, he seems to have escaped."

In this way, there is no way to obtain information on the location of "0-02". If you really have to rely on a carpet search, the time will definitely be too late.

Moreover, none of you present knew exactly what the terrifying sealed artifact looked like. The description similar to the book was too broad.

"I can only think of another way." Klein responded with the corners of his mouth upturned, "What advice do you have?"

He was just waiting for Larion to return and negotiating with himself, but found that the patriarch would rather wait in the spiritual world to wait for the "curtain" historical projection to disappear, and although he himself could enter the spiritual world, he could not break through the "0" -02" The strange barrier generated by the replacement rule.

While speaking, Klein seriously thought about other ways, and let a small number of "spiritual insects" control his body, and talked with the Beyonders next to him, trying to find inspiration from their discussions.

"We should take the initiative to create a 'contradiction' similar to Byers' body and keep ourselves in a relatively safe state. Only in this way can we start the search." Phil recalled the idea that had arisen before.

Pasha shook her head:

"But if we use this 'contradiction' to do something, '0-02' will definitely add new rules to solve the corresponding problem."

"But at least it buys us more time," Phil stressed.

"This can indeed be done." Roy agreed and added, "But our focus should be on finding '0-02', maybe we can create some 'contradiction' that allows it to reveal its position?"

As for what kind of "contradiction" can achieve such an effect, and how to create it, he has no idea at all.

Self-contradictory situation...Adding new rules to solve...Klein smiled and listened quietly. One after another thought in his mind violently collided, sparking sparks.

At this moment, the surface of the "magic mirror" in his hand glowed with water, and silver words appeared one after another:

"Pasha, do you want to know what's new on the notice board?"

This mirror asks me directly...why does it ask me directly? Pasha was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied:

"think."

The water and light in the silver mirror fluctuated, quickly restoring the current state of the notice board.

Obviously, there are two new rules there:

"...The cathedrals will be closed ahead of schedule in cooperation with the curfew..."

"...all hotels only accept guests with a registered ID..."

Phil panicked:

"...Where are we going now?"

He couldn't think of how he, Roy and Pasha could escape punishment.

Roy and Pasha glanced at each other, all kinds of thoughts popped up in their minds, but none of them worked.

At this time, Klein, who had been quiet before, smiled and turned his attention to Byers:

"Where is your home in Beldan?"

"In a rental house at No. 18 Hongfeng Street, but that apartment has collapsed under the artillery strike." Byers replied with a little doubt.

Klein smiled and said:

"You can make a wish to me that your home will be in good condition."

"...Is this ok?" Although the magical "magic" on the opposite side healed Phil's severed hand with an unbelievable ability, Byers still felt that it was more difficult to restore the collapsed house than to complete it. After all, Weber, the military doctor Roy said, can also do that.

"Of course." Klein reminded with a smile, "Hurry up."

At this time, the prayers in the church were leaving one after another.

Byers didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately said:

"I want my home to return to the way it was."

"Okay." Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, "Your wish has come true."

Uh? While Roy and the others were stunned, Klein turned on the "teleportation" again, took them to No. 18 Hongfeng Street, and stopped outside a two-bedroom room.

Byers stared blankly at the familiar wooden door in front, and subconsciously stretched out his right hand and pushed it open.

Cabinets, coal stoves, bunk beds, oil-stained wooden tables, and messy old newspapers all came into Biles' eyes, making his eyes instantly moist.

Before the outbreak of the war, when he returned from the mine, he could always see his mother busy beside the coal stove, and his father and brother either hurrying to do some repairs, or helping to deal with the broken parts of fruits and vegetables. Working at home, the young niece learned the shapes of words from scrap newspapers, taught by her mother who made matchboxes.

Although this kind of life is difficult and without any ability to resist risks, it is still a pretty good memory of Byers, which is many times better than the dim mine tunnel, the heavy ore, and the overseer's whip.

But now, even such an unusually small beauty has been completely destroyed.

"Aren't you inviting us in?" Phil stood at the door, daring not to break into the house.

Byers came back to his senses and hurriedly said:

"Please come in, please come in."

After entering the uninhabited house, Klein pulled a chair that could break at any time and sat down, falling into silence.

Roy, Pasha and others did not dare to disturb the gentleman, and waited quietly beside him.

After twenty or thirty seconds, Klein suddenly looked around and said with a smile:

"I have an idea that needs to be verified, who will cooperate with me?"

"Me." Roy responded without hesitation.

Klein said with a smile:

"Wait, don't answer the question truthfully, I'm looking for the hidden loopholes in the rules that have been issued by '0-02'."

Roy nodded and said:

"no problem."

Klein immediately took out the "magic mirror" and said to Roy:

"You ask it a question."

Roy thought about it and said:

"Where can I find my next potion?"

On the surface of the silver mirror, a scene appeared. It was Larion, the Patriarch of the Church of God of War, who was waiting in the spiritual world!

... Roy's expression instantly stiffened, and then he heard Mr. "Magic" say:

"It's your turn to answer its questions, remember, don't say the right answer."

Roy hurriedly restrained his thoughts, looked at the mirror again, and saw that the scene in the mirror had become Mr. "Magic" himself, with a few lines of blood-like words:

"Who did you give your first time to?"

Roy instantly recalled the past, his face flushed red, and then replied according to Mr. "Magic"'s instructions:

"I don't know."

"Lie!" The bloody words on the surface of the silver mirror instantly condensed into a terrifying word.

Snapped!

A not-so-intense lightning appeared out of thin air and struck Roy.

Roy twitched and screamed, his body was charred and his hair stood on end, but there was no real danger to his life.

Byers, Pasha, and Phil were all startled, not knowing what happened.

At this moment, Klein looked around, the corner of his mouth turned up a little and said:

"Look, the mirror wasn't punished for intentionally hurting someone.

"There's a real opportunity here."