Mystery: The Lamp God's Path To Freedom Chapter 73

A dazzling light erupted from the place where the hands and feet touched, gray and white and pale gold complemented each other, as if they were constantly fighting in an unknown field.

Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table and looked in horror at the crimson star corresponding to the little sun. He knew this figure, and he once appeared in his dream!

How could there be other people who can freely enter and exit the gray fog!

Klein looked at the figure, his right hand grabbing the sun brooch stopped.

That person showed a malicious, happy, excited, and crazy smile, which made the current owner of this space uncontrollably feel fearful, and the coolness climbed down his spine to his brain, even Amon who was trying to invade could not care.

Amon, who was pulling the invisible rope, was like a monster with a human head and a snake body. A thought arose in Klein's mind: They are not good people. They are all cleared.

Amon and the man who suddenly appeared were still at a stalemate, the crystal monocle kept flashing, and the man's silhouette was flickering, and there were some irritating creaking, stinging noises, like a haunted The corridor is like an old computer host that has been infected with a virus.

"Oh, so it's you."

Amon used the other hand to hold the crystal monocle, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the spiritual barrier of the crimson stars, clearly see the person blocking the road, and clearly see the figure of the self-proclaimed fool above the gray fog.

With his eyes wandering between the two, he suddenly showed a sly smile.

"Fool, do you know what the identity of the person who helped you is?"

"He can project power into here, aren't you afraid?"

"Has his power entered here with your permission, or, like me, came uninvited?"

"Do you want to know, what secrets does He hide?"

The golden light spun, condensed and contracted, and the radiated power stirred up the grayish-white mist, rippled in circles, and finally turned into a sticky light ball the size of a palm, galloping into the mysterious passage formed by the crimson stars, and slapped it in a joke. The smiling face interrupted Amon's follow-up words.

Although he didn't understand what was going on with these two terrifying existences, Klein held the sun brooch in his hand, contained the card of blasphemy, and used his own spirituality as a vortex to gather the power that was being pryed from the space itself. An angel with the coexistence of light and darkness covering the crimson stars.

Wang Zichuan's projection was swept by the black wings, and the huge wings that covered the dome suddenly skyrocketed. Wang Zichuan looked back at Klein with a meaningful smile, and then his figure slowly turned into nothingness.

In the illusory and complex voice, Amon's figure suddenly fell backwards, cracked and dissipated.

In the deep darkness, a flash of lightning pierced the sky.

A figure wearing a classical robe, squeezed the crystal monocle, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself:

"Fool, Chaos."

"Interesting, interesting."

The space above the gray fog returned to calm again, as if it had never changed.

Klein sat quietly at the head of the long bronze table, a little afraid to return to the real world for a while.

He was even worried that he would see it as soon as his consciousness returned. Amon on the left said to him, "Let me go up and have a look?", and a mysterious person on the right said to him, "Would you like to know my secret?" ?"

Life is not easy, Meow sighs.

I'm still not high enough in the sequence, I have to summarize the magician's playing rules as soon as possible, speed up the digestion of potions, and get promoted as soon as possible.

When his spirituality was about to fail, Klein finally returned to the real world.

In the bathroom, the door was locked, and there was no one but him.

Klein walked to the living room, and leaned on the sofa tiredly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the magic lamp that was convulsing from time to time. A huge doubt could not be restrained from rising from the bottom of his heart.

The sky outside the window was gloomy, and even though it was still some time before evening, the living room was already dark, casting a faint shadow on people and objects.

"Magic lamp, can I ask you... your origins?"

The magic lamp did not answer. After waiting for a while, Klein spoke again:

"Is that figure you?"

Suddenly, Klein felt that the air on the other side of the couch was blurry, and he only felt that his eyes were blurred. A man in noble and gorgeous clothes was sitting on the sofa with his feet up, with one hand on the armrest of the sofa, and the other hand gently touched. Lift it, and the magic lamp flew into his hand.

"Didn't Amon say it, I have a big secret, how can I tell anyone the secret casually?"

Wang Zichuan played with the magic lamp like he was playing with a toy.

"What's your purpose?"

"Wait for you to help me get out of trouble."

Wang Zichuan said nonchalantly.

"Or if I say so, you should be more accepting."

"Some high-sequence Beyonders may be in a sealed state, and they will pretend to be magical items that fulfill wishes to induce you to help him get out of trouble, such as a wishing lamp."

Wang Zichuan showed Klein the oil lamp in his hand, and added:

"Scrub its surface~www.mtlnovel.com~ Say your wish aloud, it can fulfill any wish you want, do you want to give it a try?"

"How... how did you get there?"

Klein lowered his head, did not look at the magic lamp, and buried his face in the darkness.

"There... Hehe... You may not know where it is yet. I can tell you that it is called Origin Castle. Diviners, apprentices, and thieves all have the right to fight for it. It doesn't include me, so you don't have to worry."

"There are no more and no less people who are qualified to compete for it now, Amon, Pallez, Zarath, Antigonus, and, Mr. Door."

"You have to cheer up, I'm optimistic about you."

Wang Zichuan looked at Klein and felt that he was a little depressed and uneasy, so he continued to comfort him:

"Happy, you are the defender. They are all challengers. It is not easy for them to find the ring."

"And the only ones who dared to jump in the ring are Amon and Zarath."

Feeling that Klein was not happy, Wang Zichuan thought about it again, and continued to comfort:

"I will protect you, what else do you think about?"

"I don't have the money to buy potion materials."

Klein suddenly replied dully.

Wang Zichuan's expression froze, and hesitantly said:

"I have the potion formula of the Sun Priest, how about you sell it for money?"

In the evening, Klein came to the southern area of ​​the bridge to investigate whether the poor vampire imprisoned by the evil priest in the Harvest Church obeyed the law, so as to confirm whether he had the opportunity to take the initiative to perform.

What happened during the day, Klein had a stronger thirst for power and was in a dangerous whirlpool. Only he could save himself.

Regardless, life must go on.

Chapter end