Everything around him was like an illusion. The colors were rich, overlapping, and rapidly receding.
Just as Klein snapped back to his senses and observed and experienced this wonderful passage, he felt Mr. Aztec's hand, which was grabbing his arm, tremble slightly.
Before he could react, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness. His body couldn't stop falling, and he even began to spin.
The red, yellow, white, and black colors around him rapidly faded. Klein fell heavily to the solid ground, causing his head to spin and his organs to churn.
In his vision, which was mixed with specks of stars, everything he saw had returned to normal. On his left was a dark valley that he couldn't see the bottom. It was like the legendary Abyss of Demons. On his right was a gray rock wall that extended upwards, as though it supported the entire area.
There was no Sun, clouds, or fog. Some of the light came from the glowing moss that grew in different places. Darkness and depth were the main colors of this World.
Klein supported himself with his left hand and leaped up agilely. He discovered that beneath his feet was a regular path paved with stone slabs. It could accommodate two carriages running side by side, and it was definitely not formed naturally.
One end of the path spiraled downwards, deep into the dark crevice, and the other end led to a high point. From time to time, he could see the domed corridors and halls inside the rock wall.
Klein looked up, but he couldn't see the highest point. His vision was completely blocked by the gray stone wall.
Suddenly, he had a realization. He and Mr. Aztec had "fallen" underground, and they were in the remains of an ancient civilization.
Is it another area, or is it still near Baekeland? Just as Klein's mind stirred, he heard Mr. Aztec say in a deep voice,
"Leave this place first and head up."
Ah? Before Klein could understand the meaning of this sentence, he saw a flash of light to his side, instantly outlining an illusory double door.
The door seemed to be made of bronze. It wasn't real enough, but it was abnormally heavy. There were countless strange patterns and symbols on its surface.
With a creak, a crack appeared on the door, and pale, bloody arms reached out one after another. Apart from that, there were also greenish-black vines with baby faces and slippery tentacles with bulging eyes.
This is very similar to the effects of Miss Sharon's mystical item … Amidst his thoughts, Klein realized that the arms, vines, and tentacles were no longer in a frenzy. They had quietened down and stuck close to the ground. It was completely different from when they had pulled a Sequence 6 Zombie through the door.
Then, the gap in the illusory door widened and a figure walked out.
The figure was wearing a pure black clergy robe, and his facial features were like a classical sculpture, deep and distinct.
His hair was dark gold, his eyes were dark blue, his nose was high, and he wore a soft hat that old people liked. His sideburns were a little white, which contrasted with his middle-aged appearance.
When Klein saw that the person's eye had completely lost its luster, the name of the person appeared in his heart.
Ince Zangwill!
The former archbishop who single-handedly directed the Tingen incident and dealt a heavy blow to the Nighthawks, the wielder of Sealed Artifact 0-08!
Almost at the same time, Klein turned around and followed Mr. Aztec's instructions and ran up the road.
He knew very well that staying in a battle between demigods as a Sequence 6 would only be a burden and a distraction to Mr. Aztec.
And in a situation where every second mattered, false modesty and pretentious words were unnecessary. They would only harm himself and his companions!
Tap! Tap! As there was nothing underground to ignite, all Klein could do was grit his teeth and run with all his might. Then, he heard Aztec's calm and gentle voice.
"All the way out of here.
"Don't worry about me. I've recalled many things. I know that I once stayed in a Sequence for a very long time. That Sequence is called Undying."
Tap! Tap! Tap! Klein circled around the cliff and entered a dark domed corridor. The walls on both sides were engraved with mottled murals.
At that moment, he heard a dignified and hoarse voice echo from where he was previously.
"Teleportation is prohibited here!"
Beside Ince Zangwill, a figure had arrived at some point in time. He was floating in midair in violation of the laws of physics, wearing a gorgeous mask that looked like it was forged from gold.
As for Ince Zangwill, he didn't immediately attack. Instead, he glanced at the corner where Klein's figure had disappeared.
A Sequence 4 Nightwatcher of the Church of the Evernight Goddess could give others bad luck to a certain extent, but Ince Zangwill, who had silently "blessed" Klein, realized that he hadn't slipped and fallen into the ravine.
Not only that, but Ince Zangwill also seemed to be hallucinating. He saw some thin, illusory grayish-white fog.
Without any time to think, he retracted his gaze and cast it back at Aztec, Eggers.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Screech … Klein, who was running at high speeds, suddenly came to a halt. His spiritual intuition told him that there were people up ahead — Beyonders. Furthermore, there was a high chance that they were the guards here!
After some thought, he stretched out his left hand and wiped his face. At the same time, his body emitted a crisp sound as he grew seven to eight centimeters taller.
By the time his left palm left his face, he had already transformed into a middle-aged man with dark gold hair and a high nose bridge. Ince Zangwill!
Recalling the man's demeanor and using an illusion to modify his clothes, Klein quickly walked forward, circled around a corner, and entered a hall.
There were four guards clad in black full-body armor, their gazes sharp.
With a sullen expression, Klein walked over and deliberately said with a deep and hoarse voice, "Someone has infiltrated this place.
"Someone snuck in here. I'm looking for him.
"Did you discover any clues?"
The leading guard first examined him before lowering his head.
"Mr. Zangwill, there's no commotion here."
"Okay." Klein nodded gently, walked past them, and left the hall.
Throughout the entire process, although he was highly nervous with sweat seeping out of his back, he appeared calm and reserved. He was no different from Ince Zangwill in terms of appearance and aura.
With the powers of a Faceless, combined with his running, he quickly passed through three checkpoints and came to the end of the building.
There was an illusory door formed purely from ghostly-blue light. Apart from that, it was completely sealed.
Although he was worried about Mr. Aztec's battle with Ince Zangwill and the other demigods, Klein still hid in the shadows outside the room and patiently observed for a while. He discovered that someone had arrived through the ghostly-blue light, and someone had used it to leave.
He noticed that the person who left had to show an item that resembled a coat of arms before the four guards allowed them to enter the door of light.
I don't have time to wait for the next person with a coat of arms. I can only take the risk … The battle over there might end at any moment … Even if it doesn't, the search order for me will soon reach here … Klein quickly made up his mind and once again walked into the room as Ince Zangwill.
"Something has happened outside." He wasn't confident in the former archbishop's voice, so he deliberately spoke hoarsely to indicate that he had experienced an intense battle.
The guards, whose thoughts were disrupted by the news, only reacted when Klein approached. They reached out to stop him.
"Mr. Zangwill, where's your pass?"
"Don't waste any time!" Klein said as he took out a coat of arms from his pocket and stuffed it into the guard's hand.
This calm performance made the other guards immediately relax.
Just as the guard who had received the pass looked down, Klein suddenly lunged forward!
The moment he landed, he quickly rolled and entered the ghostly-blue door of light!
Then, the guard realized that the coat of arms in his hand was rapidly fading, turning into a piece of paper.
On the top left of the piece of paper were the most common blessings recently printed:
"Happy New Year!"
...
The abyss-like crack was filled with an illusory pitch-black liquid. Furthermore, the water was constantly surging as pale-skinned arms frantically reached out.
Ince Zangwill had a general understanding of Aztec's standard, so he wasn't surprised or afraid. This was because he had a demigod as his helper.
What he was most worried about was another problem. 0-08, which had forcefully pushed the story forward, could backfire on him at any time.
At this moment, he swept his gaze from the corner of his eye and was surprised to discover that 0-08 had left his pocket at some point in time. It was floating in front of the gray rock wall, crazily writing lines of words:
"… In intense battles, there are always all kinds of accidents. For example, Ince Zangwill's belt breaking and his pants falling."
...
A ghostly-blue light filled Klein's eyes, creating a passageway of overlapping layers of light between the deep darkness and the swimming invisible creatures.
Klein didn't observe his environment as he tumbled to the end of the passageway.
He stood up, straightened his clothes, restored Ince Zangwill's solemn expression, and stepped into the rippling screen of light.
After a moment of daze, he found himself in another room. There were also quite a number of guards here.
"There's a problem underground. Watch this place and don't let anyone enter," Klein calmly instructed as he walked to the door at a moderate pace.
"Yes, Mr. Zangwill!" the guards replied respectfully.
At this moment, the guard from before passed through the ghostly-blue light and shouted:
"There's something wrong with Zangwill just now!"
Everyone looked towards the door, but Klein's figure had already vanished.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The guards immediately split up and scattered in search of the target while informing their companions. The scene was rather chaotic.
Just as one of them rounded the corner, he saw Ince Zangwill's back.
Subconsciously, he drew his saber that flickered with lightning and slashed forward.
Pfft!
The figure floated away weightlessly, turning into a split paper figurine.
At the same time, there were two consecutive bangs. Pale golden bullets pierced through the helmet that wasn't pulled down and accurately shot into the guard's head.
Before he could even let out a scream, the guard fell to the ground and convulsed twice.
Klein walked out of the shadows in the corner and expressionlessly stuffed the revolver back into his armpit holster.
He burned the paper figurine and quickly dragged the guard to an empty room. He changed into pitch-black armor and took on the guard's appearance.
Then, he picked up the electric sword, walked out of the room, closed the wooden door, and ran forward in a "panic."
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