Indeed, he "teleported" over … How extravagant … Alger tensed up before he relaxed. However, his wariness and wariness didn't lessen at all.
Upon seeing German Sparrow again, he discovered that although his traits hadn't changed much from before, his every action exuded an indescribable aura of a powerhouse. It made his heart palpitate even more.
As expected of a crazy adventurer who can instigate a demigod-level battle and successfully escape … Alger's smugness from becoming a Sequence 5 melted away at that moment.
With a lantern in hand, he slowly walked over and looked at German Sparrow.
He deliberately said, "The traces you left here might not disappear for centuries or millennia."
He was confirming if the collapse of the mountain had anything to do with him.
Klein looked at the changed terrain and released his right hand that was pressing down on his top hat.
He smiled politely and said, "The one who contributed the most is Sea King."
Man, he really caused a demigod battle that could destroy Bayam, making Sea King directly attack this place … And under such circumstances, he's still alive. He even "took" Admiral of Blood away. It's unimaginable and unbelievable! Alger began to suspect that German Sparrow had a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact on him. This was equivalent to a demigod-level item!
He didn't reveal his shock and astonishment, nor did he dare to probe further. Instead, he changed the subject and asked,
Instead, he asked, "Do you plan on heading to that primitive island now?"
"Of course," Klein replied calmly.
It was late at night, the time when Dawn Dantès was sleeping. No one would disturb him, but when it was day, he had no choice but to appear.
Of course, to prevent any unexpected situations like a fire, Klein also summoned Arrodes, getting it to constantly pay attention to the mirrored mirage and respond when necessary.
It's also because the Church of Evernight's Dream Treatment on Mr. Tycoon has ended. Otherwise, I would definitely have to postpone this operation … Klein couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Alger observed himself and realized that he couldn't obtain any mystical items in a short period of time. Hence, he took out a black iron-colored ring with a protruding spike and wore it on his left thumb.
Enduring the throbbing headache, he nodded gently.
"It's a pleasure working with you."
Then, he saw German Sparrow walk over expressionlessly and reach out to grab his shoulder.
In that instant, Alger's first reaction was that the other party was going to attack him. He instinctively wanted to dodge to the side, but he immediately recalled his previous guess. As thoughts flashed through his mind, he forcefully controlled his subconscious actions and allowed the crazy adventurer's palm to land on his left shoulder.
Right on the heels of that, he noticed that German Sparrow's left hand had turned transparent, as though it was carrying the reflection of the spirit world. Then, the darkness in front of his eyes deepened, and the crimson moon became brighter. The various colors overlapped with each other.
Countless nearly invisible figures retreated "backward." With German Sparrow's help, Alger quickly shuttled through the spirit world.
Creeping hunger … "Teleportation" … So that's how it is … Just as such thoughts surfaced in his mind, he saw his body plummet straight down. The thick colors around him receded, and everything returned to normal.
Beach … Reefs … Trees … This is a deserted island … Alger surveyed his surroundings and was just about to say something when the colors around him thickened once again. The phenomenon of stacking up became distinct.
This time, when they left the spirit world, they were in midair. Beneath them was a deep blue sea with undulating waves.
Although Alger had never cooperated with German Sparrow in actual combat, he had plenty of experience. He immediately created a whirling gale, allowing the duo to float without falling.
Hence, Traveling was successfully activated once again. Alger and German Sparrow's figures rapidly faded, turning transparent and invisible.
When the surroundings were restored again, the duo had already arrived at the edge of a gigantic island. Fog had accumulated in midair, and the crimson moonlight could only penetrate a little. Not only did it not disperse the darkness of the forest and mountain, but it also gave them a sinister and bloody aura.
"This is the place," Alger said as he surveyed the area.
Klein appeared nonchalant, but in fact, he was observing his surroundings with extreme caution. He discovered that it was extremely quiet. There weren't even any insects chirping, much less the cries of birds or wolves. It gave him a sense of dead silence.
As though he had guessed what he was feeling, Alger raised his lantern, illuminating a natural path that was overgrown with weeds and many beast footprints.
"If you come during the day, this place will be rather lively. You can even see birds that only exist in myths and legends flying above the forest.
"And at night, the 'power' that rules over this place seems to change. Many Beyonder species hide and wait for daybreak."
Mr. The Hanging Man has been here more than once, and he has at least one day and one night experience … Klein nodded in silence and didn't say anything else.
Alger thought for two seconds and pointed ahead.
"We will follow this path into the black forest and keep moving forward until we arrive at an ancient ruin of unknown age.
"Along the way, we will encounter Beyonder creatures that have the ability to deal with them. If we kill them alone, the corresponding materials will belong to the killer. If we kill them in cooperation, you will keep the spoils. When we leave this place, we will take turns to choose and distribute the spoils. We will also adjust the priority and frequency of the selection based on the contributions made. "
He wasn't in a hurry to take action. Instead, he first explained the route and distribution plan to prevent any conflicts from arising if both parties had different opinions during the exploration.
I'll hold onto the spoils of a cooperative kill … Mr. Hanged Man sure is sincere … Klein raised his right hand, pressed down on his half top hat, and chuckled.
He chuckled and said, "No problem."
Alger secretly heaved a sigh of relief and continued, "Our goal this time is to explore the ancient ruin.
The spoils we obtain along the way are just incidental. Once we're done with the exploration, it's best we leave immediately. We don't go to other areas or take other routes.
"As for when you want to come and where you want to go after this, it's all up to you. It's up to you."
Alger emphasized this matter because he was afraid that German Sparrow would be greedy. After all, Beyonders weren't perpetual motion machines. They would definitely be exhausted, and after such a round of exploration, they would definitely be close to their limits. If they were to force themselves to hunt Beyonder creatures in other areas, perhaps the roles of hunter and prey would be swapped. Even if a crazy adventurer was very powerful and wasn't afraid of such danger, his spirituality would be in a state of exhaustion for an extended period of time.
Don't you think I'm thinking the same thing? I was worried that you would be too greedy and blindly venture deeper to obtain more … Klein laughed and said, "I'm a polite person."
"I'm a polite person."
"Polite?" Alger didn't quite understand what Gehrman Sparrow was trying to say.
The corners of Klein's mouth curled up slightly as his expression turned a little sinister in the darkness.
"It's impolite to stay too long when visiting someone's home for the first time."
… This fellow's way of thinking and logic is completely different from a normal person's … As expected of a crazy adventurer … Alger was first taken aback before he held the lantern and walked forward in the dim, crimson environment.
"Let's set off."
Klein's hands hung down naturally as he walked beside Alger as though he was on an outing.
The two quickly entered the black forest where almost no moonlight shone in. They saw that the trees here were thick and tall, with dense foliage. Even the smallest ones were so thick that a person couldn't even wrap their arms around them.
And their common characteristic was that their bark was clearly scaly. They were densely packed together, as though they would come alive at any moment and squirm on the surface.
It's like a variant of the dragon-patterned tree, the Snake Scale Tree? Klein retracted his gaze and paid attention to the weeds by his feet that didn't seem to have any problems.
He and Alger didn't say a word as they maintained an abnormally silent state. They didn't want to say anything to eliminate the awkwardness just because the surroundings were too quiet and there were people beside them.
As they walked, the two used the lantern's light to see that the trees in front of them had become sparse.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A dull thud sounded from the area. As Alger and Gehrman approached, it became clearer and more obvious.
When the two of them entered the sparse area, the lantern's light finally shone over, allowing them to see hunched or prostrate figures.
These figures included humans, baboons, goats, and tigers. They were either holding stones or using their claws as they constantly polished the accumulated trees and rocks, as though they were building a palace.
Without the dense foliage concealing them, the crimson moonlight that penetrated the accumulated fog scattered down, enveloping the figures and dyeing them with a faint blood-red color.
There are humans? Klein's eyes focused as he immediately spread out his left fingers. Alger slowed down his pace, allowing his vocal cords to vibrate at any moment.
Suddenly, those figures seemed to have sensed something and stopped what they were doing. They turned around in unison and looked at the two outsiders.
They were either pale, their fur withered, or their bodies festered. None of them looked alive.
Corpses … A Beyonder creature is controlling the corpses to build a palace for itself? Klein looked past them and cast his gaze into the distance. He saw a dark cave that went diagonally deep into the ground. The weeds around it had fallen, and there were a few white feathers that were stained with butter.
Feathers … Corpses … Klein instantly thought of the by-product of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project, as well as the aura infection that made him grow feathers.
The Feudal Lord of this area can't be weak … He calmly made a judgment.
At this moment, Alger, who had been observing carefully, hesitated for two seconds before suggesting, "I've never seen such a situation before.
I'm not sure of the level of this Beyonder creature. Why don't we circle around it and choose a target that we're more confident in? "
His intuition told him that the dark cave hid something extremely dangerous.
I was waiting for you to say that! Klein, who was maintaining his German Sparrow persona, heaved a silent sigh of relief.
He chuckled and said, "Isn't that impolite?"
Just as he said that, the ground suddenly trembled as though a creature had flipped over!
。 m.
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