Chapter: 2696
On the wilderness, occasionally stubborn plants can be seen. They are grotesque and extremely distorted. Klein has no way to tell what the prototype of these things is.
All around, where the light of the lantern cannot reach, the night seems to have a life of its own, and it seems to be wriggling silently, trying to devour everything covered.
As an "ancient scholar", Klein just glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw one after another "spiritual body lines" extending out of the surrounding darkness. They are illusory, dense, and innumerable, indicating that Lots of monsters lurk.
These monsters were extremely quiet, just staring at Amon dressed as an ancient magician and Klein who was a gentleman in the current era, watching them walk in the barren wilderness under the shroud of yellow light.
Klein stared ahead, casually holding the leather lantern, not worried about when it would go out.
When he and Amon were about to leave the wilderness and enter the hilly area, in the darkness diagonally behind, a monster with a deformed body, two heads, five arms, and a fleshy ball suddenly trembled.
It has become Klein's Secret Puppet.
Manipulating the "spiritual body string" was silent, and the distance did not exceed 500 meters.
In the next second, the monster collapsed quietly and lost its own life.
Walking on Klein's left side, Amon wearing a soft peaked hat smiled, raised his right arm, and spread his palms, revealing something:
It was a transparent worm with three-dimensional patterns.
"Insect of spirit"!
This was stolen by Amon from that secret puppet together with the "spiritual body thread".
Before Klein could speak, Amon flexed his fingers comfortably and crushed the transparent worm.
Klein suddenly felt pain from the depths of his soul, and his head seemed to be about to split open.
Fortunately, he made the "Yesterday Reappearance" spell and "Spirit Control Bullet" many times before, and he has gotten used to this feeling. He only distorted his face and didn't lose his composure.
Amon kept the smile just now, shook his palm and said: "You are too reserved, you can be bolder."
Klein, who had recovered from the pain, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He felt physically and mentally exhausted, and every "worm of spirit" was calling for rest.
In the process of being chased by Zaratul, the spirituality Klein borrowed from himself in the past was almost exhausted, and he continued to "teleport" and use "Angel's Embrace" to eliminate traces, which was already close to the limit.
After he returned to the safe area, he originally planned to go to the gray mist to check the surrounding situation and then fell into a deep sleep to recover his energy. However, he met Amon in an ambush and was "parasitized" all the way to this god-forsaken land. If he hadn't been in a desperate situation and naturally squeezed his potential, he might have passed out on the way, or showed signs of losing control.
"I need to rest now." Klein put down his right hand and said frankly.
He believed that Amon would satisfy his request, because the more he tried his best but couldn't escape, the more he could satisfy the pleasure-seeking psychology of this "God of Mischief".
"Okay." Amon's face wearing a monocle turned slightly, and he said to the side of the hill, "There is a resting place there, and we will arrive soon. Of course, I don't mind if you want to sleep in the wilderness. It just feels like you humans might prefer a place that provides a sense of security."
"Just go there." Klein wanted to directly manipulate the flame of the lantern to complete the jump, but his dry spirituality stopped him, so he could only follow Amon, relying on his feet, and move forward step by step.
On the way, Klein asked Amon with an attitude of asking more and understanding more: "Why don't you steal the distance and reach the destination directly."
Amon turned his head sideways, glanced at Klein with his right eye wearing a crystal monocle, and slightly hooked his mouth, "It's not me who wants to rest."
� Klein closed his mouth and moved forward quietly.
After about a dozen lightning strikes, Amon raised his finger diagonally forward: "Here we are."
In the shadow of the hill less than 100 meters away, there are scattered several half-cut buildings resembling the tops of minaret. A dozen huge stone pillars that are only Klein's knee height protrude from the surrounding ground, and a small amount of weeds grow out of their gaps. , the tip is dark red like blood.
"People used to live here?" Klein rubbed his forehead again and asked. JrNovels.com
All around, where the light of the lantern cannot reach, the night seems to have a life of its own, and it seems to be wriggling silently, trying to devour everything covered.
As an "ancient scholar", Klein just glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw one after another "spiritual body lines" extending out of the surrounding darkness. They are illusory, dense, and innumerable, indicating that Lots of monsters lurk.
These monsters were extremely quiet, just staring at Amon dressed as an ancient magician and Klein who was a gentleman in the current era, watching them walk in the barren wilderness under the shroud of yellow light.
Klein stared ahead, casually holding the leather lantern, not worried about when it would go out.
When he and Amon were about to leave the wilderness and enter the hilly area, in the darkness diagonally behind, a monster with a deformed body, two heads, five arms, and a fleshy ball suddenly trembled.
It has become Klein's Secret Puppet.
Manipulating the "spiritual body string" was silent, and the distance did not exceed 500 meters.
In the next second, the monster collapsed quietly and lost its own life.
Walking on Klein's left side, Amon wearing a soft peaked hat smiled, raised his right arm, and spread his palms, revealing something:
It was a transparent worm with three-dimensional patterns.
"Insect of spirit"!
This was stolen by Amon from that secret puppet together with the "spiritual body thread".
Before Klein could speak, Amon flexed his fingers comfortably and crushed the transparent worm.
Klein suddenly felt pain from the depths of his soul, and his head seemed to be about to split open.
Fortunately, he made the "Yesterday Reappearance" spell and "Spirit Control Bullet" many times before, and he has gotten used to this feeling. He only distorted his face and didn't lose his composure.
Amon kept the smile just now, shook his palm and said: "You are too reserved, you can be bolder."
Klein, who had recovered from the pain, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He felt physically and mentally exhausted, and every "worm of spirit" was calling for rest.
In the process of being chased by Zaratul, the spirituality Klein borrowed from himself in the past was almost exhausted, and he continued to "teleport" and use "Angel's Embrace" to eliminate traces, which was already close to the limit.
After he returned to the safe area, he originally planned to go to the gray mist to check the surrounding situation and then fell into a deep sleep to recover his energy. However, he met Amon in an ambush and was "parasitized" all the way to this god-forsaken land. If he hadn't been in a desperate situation and naturally squeezed his potential, he might have passed out on the way, or showed signs of losing control.
"I need to rest now." Klein put down his right hand and said frankly.
He believed that Amon would satisfy his request, because the more he tried his best but couldn't escape, the more he could satisfy the pleasure-seeking psychology of this "God of Mischief".
"Okay." Amon's face wearing a monocle turned slightly, and he said to the side of the hill, "There is a resting place there, and we will arrive soon. Of course, I don't mind if you want to sleep in the wilderness. It just feels like you humans might prefer a place that provides a sense of security."
"Just go there." Klein wanted to directly manipulate the flame of the lantern to complete the jump, but his dry spirituality stopped him, so he could only follow Amon, relying on his feet, and move forward step by step.
On the way, Klein asked Amon with an attitude of asking more and understanding more: "Why don't you steal the distance and reach the destination directly."
Amon turned his head sideways, glanced at Klein with his right eye wearing a crystal monocle, and slightly hooked his mouth, "It's not me who wants to rest."
� Klein closed his mouth and moved forward quietly.
After about a dozen lightning strikes, Amon raised his finger diagonally forward: "Here we are."
In the shadow of the hill less than 100 meters away, there are scattered several half-cut buildings resembling the tops of minaret. A dozen huge stone pillars that are only Klein's knee height protrude from the surrounding ground, and a small amount of weeds grow out of their gaps. , the tip is dark red like blood.
"People used to live here?" Klein rubbed his forehead again and asked. JrNovels.com
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