Klein dispersed like a mist, and almost merged into the body of the spirit world. Under the guidance of fate, he combined with the projections of the spirit world of different secret puppets in Utopia, and regained his essence.

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Bayam, at the bottom of the Church of the Waves, in a room that is no longer airtight.

Alger stretched out his hands and pressed the door in front of him.

The surface of this door is blue, with mysterious and weird reliefs protruding out one after another.

It has been half-opened, and inside is a deep darkness without any light, and it is not known which world it is connected to.

The darkness seemed to have a life of its own. At this moment, it was quietly surging outward like a stream of water, eroding the surrounding area.

boom!

Alger pushed his feet hard, causing the ground to crack, and reddish and nearly white magma spewed out.

This is the "disaster" he created to block the progress of that darkness.

However, after the raging eruption of magma entered the darkness, it disappeared without any movement.

As a result, the darkness retracted a little, stopped for a second, and continued to erode outward.

Boom!

Alger continuously created hurricanes, rainstorms, and thunderstorms, blocking the darkness time and time again.

And his hands held the "Azure Door" firmly, not letting it open any further.

If he only faced this "1" level sealed item, Alger would have no problem at all, and even had the strength to try to seal it, but at this moment, there were two equally dangerous items around him.

This forced him to sing loudly, affecting his surroundings with the melody of death, interfering with the operation of other sealed items, and building layers of blue sea water around him.

The wall was stained with gray and white little by little, as if it had turned into stone.

This trend cannot be contained, and has been spreading towards Alger's body.

It can last up to 30 seconds, and the "Storm Lord" has not responded... Thoughts in Alger's mind were spinning, and he suppressed all kinds of reluctance and unwillingness, and quickly made a decision.

Without any hesitation, he immediately made a hexagonal crystal snowflake stand out in his palm.

This is the imprint he left behind after participating in the Tarot Club for the first time. It can replace reciting the honored name and make Mister Fool's eyes turn to this side.

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Blue Mountain Island, in that virgin forest.

At the "gate of flesh and blood", layers of light spheres collapsed and condensed, and the light spheres seeking qualitative changes seemed to form a figure built from layers of doors. different regions on different planets.

At this moment, a dazzling sun pierced the night and fell from the astral world, melting everything it encountered on the way.

Outside this ray of sunlight, an impenetrable night rushed in, trying to swallow Mr. "Gate" Bethel Abraham who was seeking to advance to Sequence 0.

The land where the altar was located shook violently, opening a huge gap, allowing the "Gate of Flesh" and Bethel. ocean".

Immediately afterwards, a faint light emerged from nothingness, covering the forest, trying to restore the trees, soil, and altar to the most basic particle structure.

And in the only gap exposed by the twilight, a pair of brass-colored eyes emerged. JrNovels.com