Sensing the tremors of the ground, Alger's heart tightened. He glanced at the German Sparrow and used his actions to replace his words.
The wind howled beside him, helping him run to the side with greater ease and speed.
The reason why Alger did this was because he was worried that the German Sparrow would suddenly go crazy and decide to hunt the terrifying creature hidden in the dark cave. In that case, even if he ultimately won, it would be extremely disadvantageous to his subsequent explorations.
And as an experienced Sailor, he knew that decisive action was enticing and contagious. It could make his undecided companions subconsciously follow or imitate him.
Upon seeing this, Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He gave up on discussing the issue of politeness and took a step forward, running to the back of The Hanging Man.
Following that, he felt a strong wind blow from his back to his feet, pushing him forward. This significantly reduced the gravitational pull he needed to overcome, and he obtained additional momentum. His speed instantly increased by more than twofold!
Amidst the howling sounds, Klein and Alger ran out of the sparse area and circled to the dark side.
At that moment, their heartbeats suddenly slowed down. It didn't seem like they were doing strenuous exercise. Instead, it was as if they were about to fall asleep under the Sun in the afternoon.
Klein immediately felt his body turn cold as an indescribable gloom surfaced, seeping into his body bit by bit.
At the same time, he saw the light from Alger's lantern being obscured by a gigantic black shadow that rose up behind him. A corresponding scene naturally surfaced in his mind.
A gigantic snake that was too big for a person to wrap their arms around crawled out of the dark cave. This gigantic snake had huge scales that were dark green and black, and exaggerated eyes that seemed to burn with flames.
In between the gaps of its scales, white feathers covered in yellow oil grew out. It even had a pair of thick wings that could be spread out.
The gigantic snake raised its body in a half-crawling, half-flying manner. It coiled around a tall and thick tree and flicked its pitch-black tongue as it stared at the two figures that had barged into the nearby area.
Around it, the trees were rapidly withering, and the weeds were all withered. Countless corpses crawled out of the soil as invisible shadows clustered around them.
Feathered serpent!
It was a feathered serpent!
In the Southern Continent, it was the symbol of holiness, the emblem of the Eggers Family, the descendants of the Grim Reaper!
Klein and Alger did not stop. Resisting the coldness of their bodies and the slowing of their heartbeats, they rushed into the depths of the Black Forest with the help of the even more intense wind, away from the area with sparse trees.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Their heartbeats gradually returned to normal, and the coldness on the surface of their bodies was gradually dispelled by the heat emitted by the intense exercise.
Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the danger from before had passed. Hence, he slowed down, turned his head back, and took a glance. He calmly said to the towering trees in the dark, deep distance, "Don't worry.
"A demigod feathered serpent."
"Demigod-level …" Alger slowed down as well. The vein on his forehead twitched slightly.
He paused for two seconds and exhaled softly.
"Don't worry about it too much. The Transcendent creatures here are very territorial. Unless they want to hunt, they won't enter other areas, especially near the mountain. That feathered serpent probably won't chase after us."
Klein nodded slightly and said, "That's right.
"The Transcendent creatures here are very strong."
Alger retracted his gaze and shook his head in response.
"No, there are also many weak ones.
"I've been here at night before, but I've only found traces of demigod-level Transcendent creatures. I've never really encountered one. This is the first time I've encountered one head-on.
"This kind of thing mainly depends on luck. The probability of it happening again is not too high."
As a Seafarer, calculation was an essential ability.
Are you looking down on me, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck? Klein mocked himself in his heart and said expressionlessly,
"Absolute judgment often leads to the opposite result."
The meaning of this sentence, when translated into Earth language, would be:
Don't raise flags!
In fact, if it wasn't a demigod-level feathered serpent, but a Sequence 5 Beyonder, Klein would've been more than happy to bully it. After all, with Aztec's copper whistle in hand, Beyonder creatures in the Death domain would lose at least half their combat strength.
As for encountering a demigod-level Beyonder creature, he wasn't too alarmed. This was because The Hanging Man had previously mentioned this problem, and he had made the corresponding preparations. Although the Fate Siphon charm, the three pages of demigod-level Beyonder powers in Leymano's Travels, and Rosell's Travels, and the Traveling powers didn't necessarily allow him to fight a demigod, it was enough to create an opportunity for him to escape.
As long as I don't encounter an angel that's also in the demigod domain … Klein silently added.
Upon hearing German Sparrow's words, Alger was somewhat surprised. This was because the crazy adventurer clearly wanted him to be more cautious and careful.
A calm and crazy fellow? That's right. If he was purely crazy, he definitely wouldn't have lived to this day … Alger looked up into the sky, trying his best to discern the blurry stars through the accumulated fog.
After two minutes, he retracted his gaze and pointed in a direction.
"Head this way."
Klein had long drawn his iron-black Death Knell. At that moment, he let the muzzle hang down naturally as he silently followed beside Alger. His expression was cold and calm without any signs of panic.
After traversing the extremely dim black forest for a while, Alger suddenly stopped and looked to his left.
He said in a deep voice, "If we head forward a little further, there will be an Illusory Chime Tree. I wish to first deal with it myself.
"The second Beyonder creature we encounter will be dealt with by you. I won't participate."
Unless you can't deal with it alone … Alger swallowed the second half of his sentence.
He wasn't one of those Hunters that one often encountered at sea. He wouldn't always be unable to control his mouth and habitually say things that would infuriate others.
The main body of the Beyonder ingredient that Miss Justice needs … Mr. The Hanging Man has quite a lot of experience in adventuring. He knows that being honest is sometimes more useful than hiding things, and having a discussion is more effective than scheming … Klein maintained his German Sparrow persona as he nodded with a hint of gentleness amidst his coldness.
"Alright.
"If you can't deal with it, it's best you seek help. Otherwise, I'll treat it as if you're still persisting."
A crazy adventurer's style might seem different from a Hunter's, but in certain aspects, it's surprisingly similar … Alger took a deep breath and continued forward with the lantern in hand.
As they walked, they heard the faint tinkling of a wind chime. Immediately, they felt relaxed as though they had returned home.
Klein acutely sensed that his wariness and wariness were irreversibly melting away. No matter how much he emphasized or repeated it in his mind, he couldn't remain tense any longer.
At that moment, he even wanted to lean towards the source of the wind chime, believing that there was something extremely precious and close to him there.
As they were still quite a distance away, the wind chime sounded intermittently. Klein barely managed to control himself and turned his head to look at Mr. The Hanging Man.
Alger no longer had the composure he should have. On his rugged face, his eyes were slightly red. It was unknown what he had recalled or what sort of emotional state he had entered.
I wonder what Mr. The Hanging Man will look like when he really cries … It must be terrifying … Klein couldn't help but think.
At this moment, Alger spoke in a deep and hoarse voice.
"Leave the rest to me."
Just as he said that, he put down the lantern and slightly rotated the sinister ring on his left thumb, making the blood-stained spikes even more distinct.
This was his mystical item, Whip of Mind. Its side effect was that he would constantly have a headache when wearing it, wishing that he could slam his head against the wall.
However, at that moment, this intense headache allowed Alger to maintain a basic level of lucidity amidst the chime, preventing him from being truly hypnotized.
At times, the side effects might not necessarily be of no help to the wielder … As Alger sighed, he took out a wooden box from a secret pocket in his clothes and opened it with a snap.
There was a gray rat inside!
Mr. The Hanging Man wants to use a rat as bait to attract the attention of the Illusory Chime Tree before taking the opportunity to attack it? Not bad. Well prepared. There's a detailed plan in advance … As an experienced adventurer, Klein instantly grasped the train of thought of The Hanging Man.
Alger lifted the rat and shook it, his expression suddenly turning odd.
The gray rat was no longer moving. It had already lost its breathing and body temperature. It could no longer bear the responsibility of being bait!
During his encounter with the demigod-level feathered serpent, although Alger had been at the periphery of its vision and had quickly escaped, allowing him to recover relatively easily without being affected too much, the gray rat he carried with him was only an ordinary species. It didn't have a strong vitality or physique, so it was unable to survive just a tiny bit of damage. It couldn't take it any longer and turned into a corpse.
Dead … Dead … Mr. The Hanging Man should now understand a principle. Plans often don't keep up with changes … His luck really isn't that good … Upon seeing this scene, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched indiscernibly. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, afraid that he would ruin his persona.
Such a situation was rare for the experienced and meticulous The Hanging Man.
Alger quickly restrained his expression and walked forward with the dead gray rat in hand. Klein bent down and reached out his hand to pick up the lantern, following behind him at an unhurried pace.
The chime became clearer and clearer as it became quieter and quieter. It gave one the urge to run over.
After taking a few more steps forward, Klein finally saw the strange tree.
On its brownish-green torso, there were slender cracks one after another. Each crack was dark and deep, as if it had different eyes.
On the branches that stretched out, there were iron-gray objects that looked like wind chimes. They would shake on their own and make a pleasant sound. And in the middle of the branch closest to the trunk and at the top, there was a fist-sized, colorless, translucent fruit that had borne.
Alger looked over and pressed down on his Adam's apple. He said to Gehrman Sparrow in a deep voice,
He said in a deep voice to German Sparrow, "It's best you cover your ears and converge your spirituality."
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