Chapter 399 Chain Reaction

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Playing Amon is something that happens once and twice.

Klein placed the monocle on his right eye, adjusted the position a few times, and turned his head casually as if admiring the scenery outside the window.

The long queue of passers-by who wanted to divine fortune-telling moved forward slowly. The carriage finally found a gap and struggled to squeeze ahead with other cars.

But Klein kept his Amon-like smile, locked the sweat tightly under his skin, and pretended to be disapproving, fearing that Zaratul would notice something was wrong if he made just one oversight.

Amon's clone will deliberately look for trouble to pursue excitement. He may not really care about being killed by sequence one of the adjacent path, but he does care!

Who knows if he can be resurrected if he is transformed into a marionette?

And this was Zaratul, a Zaratul who had experience as a Sequence 2 "Miracle Master". Klein didn't think that the other party would not know about the Miracle Master's resurrection request. As long as he took measures to prevent him from resurrecting, he would be in trouble.

Even though Zaratul lowered his head, as if he had been deceived, Klein still did not dare to be careless. He used the action of taking out his pocket watch as a disguise, and grabbed the two charms given by the Aurora Society hidden in the inner pocket of his coat, and began to recite the name of the Red Angel silently in his heart, hoping to be quickly put into the "war" by Medici. "Red" spiritual link.

As soon as the spell is released, Zaratul will immediately recognize that he is the guy who owns the Source Castle, and his identity will be exposed. But he had already faced Sequence One, and it was so dangerous that he had to take a gamble and use talismans to protect himself, so why did he care whether he was exposed or not?

When the carriage entered the long queue, there was a sudden knock on the door panel at Klein's hand.

Klein's heartbeat seemed to pause for a moment. He smiled and glanced to the side, only to see a young man outside the window looking up from the car window. His movements were abnormal, and his expression had a cunning and mature look that was extremely inconsistent with his age. .

Oops... Klein felt like his scalp was exploding. Even playing the role of Amon could not completely make Zaratul relax his vigilance towards him. After all, the "Amon" who appeared here was just a demigod, a real angel and his true form. It is impossible to appear under the eyes of the God of Thunder!

There is no need for Zaratul to be afraid of him, and there is no need to turn a blind eye in order not to get entangled with the main body. The other party can simply clear out all the Amon around him and harvest a lot of "Insects of Time"!

The young passerby looked at each other for two seconds and suddenly laughed softly:

"Why don't you parasitize this person?"

The young passerby who had become Zaratul's secret puppet followed the carriage and looked at Klein's coachman: "Even this one is not a clone."

Sure enough, even if I pretend to be Amon, I can't completely make Zaratul let me go, but if I don't pretend to be Amon, I will already be a marionette when I meet him!

From the Marionette's throat came the old and treacherous voice of the real Zaratul that Klein had heard:

"You are not Amon, haha..."

The moment Zaratul said, "Even this is not a clone," Klein suddenly felt cold all over his body and his limbs were stiff. He suddenly tightened his grip on the talisman in the inner pocket of his clothes and spoke loudly in ancient giant language. said:

"invalid!"

In an instant, the black spiritual thread that had reached the hand of the old man setting up the stall suddenly retracted. Klein's spiritual thread escaped from his control and formed a circle around Klein, just like the secret Like Zaratul in a small town!

Zaratul chuckled without any surprise, stretched out his hand to take a set of tarot cards selected by the guest in front of him, and interpreted it for the guest:

"What you want to divine is the progress of what is about to happen now. This is your choice, the third set of cards..."

The old angel turned over the first of the three cards. Under the anxious, expectant and doubtful eyes of the guests, he smiled leisurely:

"Oops, that's not good. Your first card is... the god of death."

He smiled and showed the cards in front of the guests, and saw a dying flower clutched in the palm of the skeleton.

The spell turned into golden flames and burned brightly, instantly dispelling the stiffness and coldness in Klein's body. However, Klein felt that the world around him suddenly seemed to be extremely far away from him, and a dark fog had enveloped him before he knew it. Around him, a heavy sense of history came to him - the carriage disappeared, the coachman and his marionette were missing, and he was led into the fog of history by Zaratul!

As a newly promoted Sequence 3, in terms of authority, there is no way he can compete with Zaratul, who is a part of history!

Zaratul could completely turn everyone around him into marionettes, but he didn't do that. Instead, he chose the slightly more troublesome option of isolating me from the real world... He didn't want to and didn't dare to do anything in Backlund, even just for a moment. I don’t want to convert more than a dozen people.

Klein immediately understood.

The suppression of Zaratul by the laws of the outside world seems to be very strong, and the gods turned a blind eye to the fight for Origin Castle. However, if he does not want to affect reality on a large scale, it will attract the attention of George III and the God of Thunder. If you don't like it, you can only do it in the fog of history.

The golden flame in his hand burned brightly.

When this talisman was made, the True Creator was still a dual-path true god, so this talisman could only use the true god-level ability twice.

The fog of history... Fortunately, I am also a part of history!

A piece of shining fragments floated towards Klein, and the picture turned out to be an even older and more obsolete Trier.

A building hidden in history appeared in front of Klein. The puppets were lifelike, chatting and laughing with living people, weird spells appeared everywhere, and there were several mermaids in a huge lake. Many people dressed up as clowns and magicians, as if they were having a grand masquerade party.

The fragment was getting closer and closer to Klein. In an instant, the marionettes, magicians, ancient scholars inside, and even Zaratul, who was still a miracle master at the time who was hidden deepest, all turned their heads towards him!

The Secret Order of the Fifth Age!

It was the Secret Order in its heyday before Zaratul went crazy due to his promotion to Sequence One!

Klein quickly moved back, but the historical projections in the fragments all moved together. Klein's spiritual threads twisted violently like leaves in the wind, being stretched, twisted, and attracted toward those "soothsayers." "Fly from the hand!

Zaratul knew that I was the favored one of the True Creator, and he did not dare to take me to the Third or Fourth Epoch to prevent my spell from being connected with the historical images of the True Creator... And in the Fifth Epoch, before I came, I have no connection with this world...

But during this... time... I still have one... person... who can...

Klein's thinking slowly became stagnant. Under the protection of "invalid", he could still barely gain two seconds under the pressure of an angel and several demigods. This was already an indescribable miracle. He struggled to tighten the golden flame in his hand, and his voice seemed to be rusty:

"efficient!"

In less than a second at the end, Klein's right hand made a grabbing movement. His muscles suddenly tightened, and a middle-aged man with brown skin who was dressed in ancient clothes and looked like a medieval aristocrat appeared in front of him. In front of me, the call of historical projection was successful!

The facial features of the historical projection are soft, and there is a small black mole under the right ear.

It was Azik Eggers who was the "first Baron Ramd" in the Fifth Age!

As soon as he appeared, Klein felt another cold breath begin to compete with the diviners in history. This effectively relieved his body that had been transformed into a marionette and allowed his mind to slowly return to normal, but it also His vitality quickly began to decrease.

At this time, Azik Eggers cannot be said to be familiar with him, it simply has nothing to do with him!

Mr. Azik only has Sequence 2, so he may not be able to intervene in the historical fog of Zarathul in Sequence 1.

With indifferent eyes and a cold expression, Azik Eggers, the "first Baron Ramd" dressed as an ancient Loen noble, glanced around, and his body suddenly expanded and turned into a giant snake covering the sky above the mausoleum.

This giant snake is both illusory and real. It seems to be composed of things that humans cannot understand. Its whole body is covered with huge green and black scales, and white feathers grow from the gaps. Each feather and each scale has a Strange symbols of different shapes, even just seeing them, will cause people's flesh and blood to rot and turn them into living corpses.

This is Quetzalcoatl from the myths and legends of the Southern Continent. His eye sockets are burning with pale flames, and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out from his back.

Amidst the whining of the wind, the feathered snake that was entrenched in mid-air reached forward, opened its mouth and spat out pale flames that were more than enough to completely cover the entire building of the Secret Order.

...Mr. Azik's historical pore image must be much weaker than the original, but it still has such power... He is worthy of being the son of the God of Death and the consul of the Balam Empire... Although Klein went to sea to do summoning experiments, he was in Mei Ge before. The manor also entrusted the other party to seal the space, but still did not expect that the Azik projection in the state would be so powerful.

At this time, Zaratul, who was hidden in the deepest part of this historical image, did something unknown and caused all the pale flames that surged like a tide to disappear.

Klein did not dare to delay, so he ran deeper into history. He was limping while running, holding in his hand the last talisman given by the true Creator. He wants to run deeper into history, escape to the Fourth Age, and borrow the power of the real Creator at that time!

Suddenly, his breath stopped, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his throat. The charm almost slipped from his fingers, and his eyes rolled up uncontrollably.

It seemed as if a hand grabbed his collar from behind, strangled his throat and mouth, and intended to hang him up.

Klein's mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't even have time to think. The next moment, a fragment of history approached him, and an arm wrapped in black armor grabbed the man who was about to be transformed into a marionette in less than two seconds. Klein, the blazing white flames suddenly burned his body!

Zaratul's hand trembled, and he retracted his hand as if it was burned by a candle flame, losing control of Klein's spiritual body thread.

Klein's eyes went straight, and it took him a full second before he gasped for air like a dying man. The hunters in the psychic link seemed to be noisily discussing what to eat for lunch, while the Medici station in the historical fragments Under the inverted cross of a black church, he waved to him.

The Medici in history had sharp eyes and flamboyant red hair, and were not humiliated by death or thousands of years of imprisonment.

With the help of Klein's mystical connection, he temporarily gained consciousness. He moved his muscles twice, reached out and grabbed it, and the flowing flames formed a dazzling long sword. Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zaratul immediately controlled this fragment of history to stay away. They had worked together for hundreds of years in Solomon's First Empire and Second Empire. Even if the King of Angels at that time could only exert 20% of his strength, It’s not like only the Sequence 2 Him in history can resist it!

"How to get out?!" Klein shouted at Medici.

"How would I know? I'm not a fortune teller!"

Medici also shouted at him, then pulled out his sword and stabbed Zaratul with two thousand years of time!

Zaratul, the "Miracle Master" in the historical projection, widened his eyes, and the blazing white flames and sword light arrived in front of him in an instant with the momentum that separated the ocean and the sky! With one strike of the sword, all the ancient scholars and miraculous masters throughout history, as well as the area where the Secret Order was located, were burned to the ground.

At the same time, Medici's eyes gradually became dull, and the historical projection slowly returned to the inverted cross, praying without saying a word.

The two historical fragments ended their struggle at the same time, and everything around Klein was dark.

At this moment, small streamers of flame rushed out from the dark mist.

Klein turned his head and saw the Dogs of Fulgrim approaching him one after another, biting his clothes with their flaming mouths, arching his legs and back, gesturing for Klein to follow them.

…

In the real world, Zaratul's expression changed slightly, and he had just told the guest about the first card.

"...Please look at this card. Wherever the God of Death goes, there is devastation, and it seems that there is no life. But this card is not so negative, and it has the hidden meaning of 'start over'. The current progress of your affairs may be It’s not going very smoothly, but there is actually a glimmer of hope.”

The guest who looked like a government employee frowned and said suspiciously:

"I've heard the same thing. Is this what you fortune tellers say? Even if I just lost a pen at work, I could tell it was something not going well."

"Haha, divination is just a prediction, the answer lies in your heart." Zaratul said the riddle while turning over the second card.

The correct position of the wheel of fortune.

"Ourolius..." Zaratul whispered in a voice that only he could hear, with a slightly regretful expression on his face. He did not let the government employees see the change in his expression, and spoke in a normal tone, even with a hint of envy. :

“You’ll get better than you thought possible.”

The government employee said nothing, but his expression became better. Everyone likes to hear positive things.

Zaratul waited no longer and turned over the last card.

The correct position of the 9 of Cups.

"..." Zaratul fell into silence, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, and his tone and expression became a little heavy, so much so that the government employee felt that he had drawn a bad card.

"This card represents satisfaction, the fulfillment of wishes."

Zaratul's eyes were focused, and he stretched out his finger and clicked on the card: "The person on the card raised his hands high, showing satisfaction because he achieved what he wanted, his wish came true, or his dream came true. To sum up, you have good luck. Although there will be difficulties and troubles at the moment, as long as you get through it, you will get a turning point..."

The government employee was quite satisfied with what he heard, and while taking out his 5 pence reward, he still complained a little:

"It feels like it's just a cliche."

"Maybe." Zaratul responded casually. He closed his eyes slightly, and his expression became a little ugly, "He will achieve his wish...what is his wish...no, should I say, no matter what it is, he will achieve it?"

He was silent for a moment. When the next guest sat down, he was still staring at the three cards in front of him and thinking. After a few seconds, he reached out and shuffled the cards skillfully, then took out one card and placed it behind the 9 of Cups. .

The emperor's reverse throne!

…

"Almost, I seem to be able to interact with the real world again."

Being surrounded by Fulgrim's dogs and heading in a certain direction into the fog of history, Klein felt happy and vaguely sensed the spiritual thread of the secret puppet Enuni. At this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from behind him.

It sounded like someone's feet hitting the ground.

The dogs of Fulgrim all turned their heads as if they were in a hurry, guarding Klein behind them, and barked indescribably at Klein's back, while a few others were using more force. He arched Klein's waist and legs, as if wanting him to leave quickly.

"I knew Zaratul couldn't just let me go..."

The extremely oppressive footsteps slowly approached. With every step he took, Klein could feel as if his heart was being trampled. Finally, the footsteps stopped about ten meters away - if in the fog of history If there is a clearer distance division.

Klein slowly turned his head. He touched Fulgrim's dogs around him perfunctorily, grabbed the last talisman, and prepared for battle.

He decided to summon the historical projection based on the era when this enemy appeared. The high-sequences of the same era must know each other better!

If Medici hadn't died at the end of the Fourth Era, given their current... relationship of being loved by each other, Klein would have wanted to use Medici's historical projection as a panacea like Mr. Azik.

Klein comforted the Fulgrim dogs around him and slowly turned back.

Then he froze on the spot, his eyes widened slightly, and his eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

He has seen this historical projection. He has seen His face countless times in history textbooks, on portraits in museums, and in the "blasphemous card", and has heard rumors about Him countless times;

It was his countryman, his predecessor, one of the only people in the world who came from the past;

His diary helped him quickly grasp the information of this world, and led him to embark on the path of a diviner by mistake;

He has also been to the Southern Continent and Intis, seeing the prosperity He left behind, and also seeing the devastation under the iron hoof.

Historical reviews of Him have been mixed, but it is undeniable that He was a symbol of the times two hundred years ago, one of the top beings who could turn his hands into clouds and rain.

"What a way to meet that I never imagined..."

Klein took a deep breath and clenched the talisman in his hand. For a moment, he felt powerless and didn't know who to use against Him.

The figure standing behind him has long, slightly curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a handsome face, and two beautiful mustaches. He wears a dark red cloak embroidered with gold thread, and is luxurious. The ermine trailed behind Him.

Zaratul summoned the former emperor of Intis.

Russell Gustav.

…

At the moment when the historical projection of "Emperor of Knowledge" Russell Gustav appeared, in the distant spiritual world, at the bottom of the underworld, the huge feathered serpent curled up and dormant on the bank of the River of Eternal Darkness seemed to be electrocuted. Opened his eyes.

The face with almost no human features suddenly showed extremely rich emotional changes. The feathered serpent spread its wings that could cover the sky, and its pale eyes kept looking for direction in the void.

Immediately afterwards, His body quickly shrunk. In the brief moment of death, the huge feathered serpent turned into a human form. The Queen with beautiful but sharp features, in her eyes that were burned white by fire, appeared Shia Palenque Eggers' emotions.

"Roselle!"

"Russell Gustave!"

Her obsession screamed, and the flames of anger burned in her heart.

"I saw Him, I saw you...!"

"Where are you? Where are you!"

TBC

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George III: Let me go. I’m so excited before I even do the ceremony?