On the outskirts of Backlund, hidden underground.
The blood is flowing and accumulating, and it has gathered into a full pool.
On the edge of the pool were a very well-dressed aristocratic gentleman and a lady wearing a pure white simple robe.
The two of them nodded with satisfaction as they looked at the pool of blood that was emitting a faint light.
"Your cooperation is very sincere and we are very satisfied." The lady spoke softly, looking holy and dignified under the bloody light.
"Then I hope Ms. Despair will give the altar of promise as soon as possible." The noble man was attracted by the holiness and dignity, with flamboyant desire flashing in his eyes.
But this noble man also knew how terrifying the desperate lady in front of him was and did not dare to approach her.
Lady Despair, also known as the Nightingale of Despair, is a terrifying witch who has truly brought despair and destruction to countless people. No real devil can compare to her.
"Please wait a moment, the altar is ready." Ms. Despair gave a definite reply.
"That's best!" The noble man snorted and retreated, leaving only a desperate lady guarding the blood pool.
Ms. Despair took a step forward, with dark shadows flashing in her eyes. Behind her, desperate and wailing souls flew out and threw them all into the blood pool.
The blood pool was stained with black resentment. , Ms. Despair admired the creation in front of her with satisfaction.
At a certain moment, the desperate lady suddenly looked into the void, walked out of the blood pool in shock, and came to a nearby stone room dedicated to the witch and the dream god.
Both statues are made of polished white bones, as gentle as jade, with a gleaming luster.
There is a crystal ball under the witch's bone statue. The crystal ball is emitting a dark and dirty light at this time.
"Triss...has matured?!" Ms. Despair was shocked and speechless.
This progress exceeded the expectations of everyone in the Witch Sect.
Ms. Despair quickly stepped forward and put her hands on the crystal ball. At this moment, her ears seemed to hear Triss's scream in the spirit world.
"Asking but not getting..." Ms. Despair's eyes were in a trance, and she received some kind of revelation from the crystal ball.
"Is this the key to maturity? The previous ones are just closer to the 'original'..."
"Dream is indeed the only antidote to the 'original'."
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When Klein woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed.
"Where is this?" Klein's head throbbed, but he still insisted on holding up his body.
He looked around in the dim light and saw only loneliness, with yellow sand covering everything.
"Teleportation is unreliable..." Klein took out Arrods from the sand beside him.
The Arrodes Mirror was emitting a faint light at this time. There were traces of thunder in this area, and it was also protecting Klein while he was sleeping.
"Supreme Master, you finally woke up! Do you need me to serve you?" Countless fireworks suddenly exploded on the mirror, expressing the mirror's ecstasy.
It's still a familiar smell... Klein's mood eased slightly, he nodded slightly, and asked, "Where is this place?"
"This place still belongs to the spiritual world, but I can't give the exact coordinates of where it is."
The spirit world... Klein frowned, this is really troublesome.
"Theoretically, there is no such physical area in the spiritual world, but if by chance or someone tears the spiritual world apart, some buildings in the real world will fall into the spiritual world, forming the current landscape."
Words continue to appear on the Arrodes mirror, which is an extension of Klein's problem.
"Master, what do you think this place is like?"
"A...battlefield." Klein glanced around and saw yellow sand, but he also discovered something different.
For example, this...
Klein brushed away the yellow sand on the surface with his hand and saw a pale skeleton.
Klein was silent for a moment, and continued to brush away the yellow sand on the surface. It was a relatively complete skeleton. There was also a decayed armor on the skeleton. It was impossible to tell which age it was.
"Which battlefield is this?" Klein asked.
"The Fourth Age, the first imperial war, the two warring parties were the Solomon Empire and the Balam Empire."
Arrodes answered.
The expression on Klein's face remained unchanged, but his heartbeat was actually half a beat faster.
Looking at this piece of yellow sand, he felt as if history had come to the present.
"The winner of this war was the Solomon Empire, but the strange thing is that after this war, the flourishing Solomon Empire lost more than one-third of its territory to the newly emerged Trunsoest Empire."
After all, Klein also graduated from a university with a history department, so he still knew these basic knowledge.
"I'm sorry, Master. I don't dare to peep into this war. It involves many angels and gods."
Klein paused and nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that many of the so-called mysteries in history books were actually battles between these high-sequence extraordinary beings, angels and even true gods.
Klein walked in this piece of yellow sand, gradually approaching the center of the battlefield. The number of bones on the road gradually increased, and many rotten armors and weapons were scattered in the yellow sand.
"Click!"
Klein was instantly alert and looked towards the source of the sound.
"Roar!" The yellow sand exploded, and a skeleton glowing with black light rushed towards Klein, waving the broken weapon in his hand.
"Bang!" Klein snapped his fingers, and an air bomb hit the spine of the skeleton, blowing it into two pieces.
The combat effectiveness of these skeletons is not even comparable to that of Sequence Nine, but rather resembles evil spirits formed in this special environment.
"How should we go back?" Klein had various thoughts running through his mind.
There are actually ways to go back. One is through the illusion world. There are no strong barriers in this battlefield to prevent Klein from entering the illusion world. After entering the illusion world, you can contact Bert through the Curly Baboon Research Association.
Secondly, through Tarot Club, Klein was convinced that he could now sense the gray mist, and he could reach above the gray mist by walking four steps backwards.
"The difficulty is that I don't even know where I am!" This is what Klein finds most difficult.
wrong! Klein suddenly remembered something in his pocket.
Klein took out the bronze whistle from Azik Eggers.
This copper whistle can probably help Mr. Azik position himself.
He has been corresponding with this teacher, asking for occult knowledge or just complaining about some strange things he encountered in his life and work.
After graduation, the teacher-student relationship between Klein and Mr. Azik became even closer.
"But... Mr. Azik seems to be in some trouble recently." Klein scratched his head.
"I'll find another opportunity to repay Mr. Azik in the future..." Klein hesitated for a while, then blew the brass whistle.