His deep brown eyes are deep and calm, not like the crazy bloodthirsty monsters in the dark depths, without spirituality.

However, in the long dark night when the frequency of lightning was very low, the clergyman neither raised the animal skin lantern nor lit the flame, and just walked quietly in the thin mist.

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Although Klein has been in the Land Abandoned by God for less than a week, he has already learned enough about it through the little "sun" that normal humans, even saints, must use flames to walk in the dark. Create light, otherwise it is easy to be attacked by dangerous monsters lurking in the depths of the darkness, or be swallowed by secrets, disappear without a sound, and can never be found again.

But at this time, the elderly priest didn't mention the animal skin lantern, just like that, in the darkness, through the mist, slowly entered the interior of the church illuminated by the dim light of the lantern.

If it weren't for his deep and calm eyes, without a hint of madness, Klein's first reaction would definitely be to encounter a special monster.

Of course, this normal person-like state and the performance of being immersed in darkness are so contradictory, any creature with an IQ above the standard line can easily come to the conclusion that the monster is perhaps more terrifying than a special monster.

Klein has only seen one existence who can walk through the darkness unaffected and possess sufficient wisdom and spirituality.

"The Blasphemer" Amon!

Feeling the dim light shining on his face, the tall old man in a dark clergy robe and slightly arched back stopped, looked at Klein beside the statue of the demon wolf, and asked hoarsely

"Where did the master of this city-state go?"

Klein belongs to the kind of person who can try to solve the problem peacefully without fighting with strangers. He raised his vigilance and replied frankly

"I just entered this city, and I don't know where its owner went."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire church suddenly dimmed, and the thin mist surged in from the outside like a tide, flooding the inside.

The light from the lantern in Klein's hand could no longer illuminate the windows and the doorway. The outside world was pitch black, and nothing else could be seen at all.

In an instant, the church dedicated to the statue of the demon wolf seemed to be isolated from the ancient city of North, and it was unknown where it was located.

Klein's pupils suddenly dilated slightly. Looking at the wrinkled cleric with all white hair, he asked in a deep voice

"Who are you?"

The hunched cleric replied with a look-down attitude

"I am the attendant next to the Lord's throne, Angel of the Word Stephen, and I will walk in this past place on behalf of the Lord, looking for the blasphemer hidden in the darkness."

While speaking, the old man's figure swelled to a height of four meters, and behind him appeared pieces of dark illusory feathers, their light and shadow intertwined, weaving into four pairs of deep but sacred wings.

"Angel of the Holy Word" Steve...the waiter next to the main god's throne...the place of the past...this is the favored person of the "True Creator", a subordinate of the "Angel of Destiny", and a member of the "Rose of Redemption"? No wonder it can walk in the dark, because it is protected by the power of "fallen"... That evil god is still looking for the extraordinary characteristics of "Servant of Mysteries"? Klein had no choice but to raise his head, and stared at Steve, who was still wearing a black clergyman's robe but had grown four pairs of angel wings�this high position still had obvious wrinkles and gray hair even in the state of an angel. There are many contradictions all over the body.

Klein pretended that he had never been an enemy of the Aurora Society, and calmly said

"The blasphemer has long since fled, and I am also looking for him."

"Angel of the Word" Steve stared at Klein for two seconds, then asked in a low voice

"Who are you?"

It's not easy to say it directly... Klein sighed and laughed.

"I am a lonely traveler."

After he made this answer, he suddenly felt an extremely dark self arising in his body, and it sank down, combining with the shadow created by the lantern light.

The pitch-black figure then twisted and "lived" over, and stretched into another Gehrman Sparrow, with dark eyes and a lonely temperament. JrNovels.com