Reluctance is reluctance.

Things still have to be done.

Regardless of the angle, Amon couldn't just watch Klein fold here.

"It feels like I haven't seen it for a long time." Amon squeezed his monocle, and a nostalgic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

With a raised hand, he stole dozens of little Zaratul's crow marionettes.

Vision sharing.

Amon found that the residents of the entire town were moving towards this direction step by step.

"Oh, you're so good, what kind of meat do you want to grill?"

Amon was a little helpless, "That guy Zaratul clearly wants to use this method to force you to make a choice."

Klein actually thought of this too.

It's just that he didn't expect little Zaratul to be so amazing.

You have been trapped here for how many years, and you have finally waited for rescue. Are you really afraid of being killed accidentally?

But now, what else could Klein have to say? He cursed 'madman' in his mind, took off the black iron cross he was wearing, took a deep breath, and let out a low and terrifying murmur.

When Amon saw it, he couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that Adam's gift is really the right one."

Let’s forget about the castle.

Of all Klein's bodies, only 'Chick's Ring' and 'Black Iron Cross' were of the highest rank.

Not long ago, he had traded ‘Chick’s Ring’ to Amon. In such an emergency, he could only rely on the ‘Black Iron Cross’.

Although the ‘iron cross’ is often ridiculed as an external spiritual reserve.

But Klein knew that the ‘Black Iron Cross’ could do more than just serve as a battery.

But he saw that many of the seeds that Klein had used as emergency food mutated instantly, and the budding flowers of flesh actually sprouted tentacles, looking extremely evil!

Amon caught a glimpse of it with his peripheral vision and felt a chill in his heart.

When I thought about it again, some strange expectations arose in my heart.

"If this thing is used properly, it can be a real weapon of war..."

While muttering to himself, the plant monster spawned by Klein launched an indiscriminate attack on the Marionette puppet outside the house.

There are many extraordinary people among those secret puppets. Unfortunately, the method of control is too primitive. At least in Klein's eyes, the demon wolf Antigonus is definitely not a qualified 'secret puppet master'.

"In other words, Antigonus's current condition is actually very bad?" With a hint of realization in his heart, Klein put the 'Black Iron Cross' on his forehead.

Gulu gulu...

The black mucus condensed and instantly transformed into a complete human form.

Elegant and cold-blooded, quiet and crazy.

As soon as the new Dark Angel Sherlock Moriarty appeared, he caused changes in the surrounding environment.

Amon had come into contact with the black iron cross before, but this was the first time he met the reincarnation of Sasril. He looked at the other person up and down, and a rare look of nostalgia appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"It's been... long time no see."

Sherlock Moriarty ignored Amon and respectfully took the ebony cross from Klein.

The next second, a shadowed head grew on both sides of his shoulders, one young and one old.

Both heads twisted and wriggled outward, each taking away 1/3 of Sherlock Moriarty's body.

However, the Extraordinaries of the 'Hanged Man' path are proficient in flesh and blood magic, and within a few breaths, they become whole again.

"Judgement!"

"Light!"

"storm!"

First create a combat environment that is favorable to you, and then use sunshine and thunder to bombard you in turn.

Perhaps it was because Adam had regained the authority of the sun. Sherlock Moriarty did not feel any discomfort when he used the soul-driving ability of the 'shepherd' to herd the souls of extraordinary people in the path of the sun.

Amon was amazed and returned to the house, "Awesome, is this where your confidence lies?"

Klein said nothing.

Amon didn't mind either, but suddenly found himself fading a little bit.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Yes.

The spirituality that maintains this historical projection is mostly supplied by the ‘black iron cross’.

Now the Black Iron Cross (Sherlock Moriarty) is fighting those marionettes, so naturally he has no time to worry about this.

Amon twitched his lips and hurriedly handed Little Zaratul's Crow Marionettes to Klein before they disappeared, saying sincerely: "Don't die."

"No." Klein accepted the crow marionettes without any politeness.

As soon as the words fell, Amon disappeared.

Klein thought for a moment and decided to first hold the obsidian in his hand that little Zaratul said.

Only in this way can he have the conditions to negotiate qualifications.

"Goddess above, please bless me for a successful divination." Muttering to himself, Klein lowered the citrine on his wrist and asked his question in a familiar way.

After a while, the citrine began to swing in an orderly manner.

His spiritual intuition guided him in a certain direction, and Klein was delighted.

Thank you mom!

Mom is so kind!

On the other side, little Zaratul in the steeple church saw Klein's every move through the crow pair, and a sly smile appeared on his old face.

With his vision, how could he not see that this kid Klein is not as simple as he appears on the outside.

Not to mention anything else, just because the other party can summon Amon's historical projection cannot be treated with common sense.

What's more, as the owner of the previous generation's 'Notes of Antigonus', he is very aware of the mysterious atmosphere left in that notebook.

And for some reason, he felt more or less the power of the night in Klein.

Amon, the goddess of the night, it is hard to imagine that these two unrelated beings would bet on the same person.

Little Zaratul's ability to become a 'Miracle Master' did not depend on luck.

As recorded in all documents, he was a clever and cunning man.

He vaguely felt that sooner or later he would have a battle with the young fortune teller named Bertrand.

But now...

He needs to use the other party's strength to get out of trouble.

"Let me see how far you can go." Little Zaratul looked forward to it.

But things are miserable on Klein's side.

Even though Sherlock Moriarty broke up the family for him, there were too many residents in the misty town who could not stand it, and there were many extraordinary people who entered the place from the outside world and were turned into wind chimes.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Even if Sherlock Moriarty split into two clones, they still wouldn't be enough to watch with the massive marionettes chasing them.

Klein fought while retreating.

Although the foggy town is weird, its area is not too big.

Soon, he discovered a statue of the Mother of Heaven with the same model as the steeple church in a hidden corner.

Without enough time to study it carefully, Klein almost roughly removed the obsidian inlaid on the statue's forehead.

As soon as he took the thing into his hands, he felt a bone-chilling coldness, and his whole body had a tendency to gradually become lighter.

"Don't!" Klein's heart trembled.

Fortunately, he had the blessing of the goddess of the night, so he avoided being 'wiped away'.

"Very good, we have got the things." Klein looked back at the marionettes that were gradually approaching, "It's time to go to Zarath to negotiate terms."

At this time, the young, middle, and old Sherlocks said at the same time: "Mr. Klein, I have a way to temporarily cut off the control of the "source" of the steeple church over the marionette outside the door. After that, I will fall into a deep sleep for a period of time.

During this period, you have to take care of everything yourself."

Hearing this, Klein was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Sorry to trouble you, Sherlock."

A slight smile appeared on the face of the three Sherlock Moriarty.

Immediately afterwards, a lot of black mucus seeped out from their bodies, gathering into a sea of ​​shadows as if they were alive, sweeping in all directions.

The pursuing Marionettes were unable to dodge and were all swallowed up by the black ocean.
To be continued...