What altar?" Klein admired this ancient city from the Fourth Age and saw the asymmetrical beauty of Solomon's Empire.
"The altar of the 'Red Priest'!" Azik stepped forward and pushed open the wall of this ancient city.
This city that had been covered in dust for who knows how many years was finally opened.
Klein did not sense the danger and looked inside. There was only a terrifying pit inside.
Klein didn't see the so-called altar, or even anything else, only the deep and endless pit.
"Among the information photos, only this altar is real. It is what was left after the 'Hidden Emperor' killed the 'Blood Emperor', and it is their battlefield."
Altar and battlefield? Klein thought of the "Blood Emperor" he saw being nailed to an altar by the Spear of Destiny. The divine blood dripped down and soaked many runes.
"Now it's gone." Azik's face was solemn.
"That altar..." Klein asked.
"The altar of the 'Red Priest'." Azik repeated these words.
Klein suddenly realized that this was probably equivalent to a gun in the hands of a soldier or a magical item in the hands of an extraordinary person.
"There might be some trouble." Azik Eggers looked at the big pit without speaking for a long time, then took a step back and put his hand on Klein's shoulder.
"You can get the coordinates here through divination and recall. When you know enough, you can also come here to take a look. Now let's go back first." Azikxin explained softly.
Of course there is no problem with Klein. The knowledge he gained today is enough.
"Buzz!" The absurd world like an ink painting appeared again, and Klein could clearly feel that his body was leaving the spiritual world and returning to reality.
The world soon became normal again. After Klein opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to his detective agency. Mr. Azik had left, possibly related to the altar.
"Uh..." Klein felt like the world was spinning, and he wasn't quite used to this feeling of rapid teleportation.
"Klein!" Leonard shouted in surprise.
"I'm fine." Klein shook his head and looked at Leonard and others who were surprised and nodded lightly. Even Miss Sharon and Maric looked over with concern.
"Someone saved me. I didn't fall into Triss's hands." Klein sat on the sofa, gently pinched his eyebrows, and explained a few words briefly.
"It's good that I didn't get arrested." Leonard's face suddenly looked strange.
"I heard that the dream cultists captured by the witch usually end up..." Leonard couldn't think of a suitable adjective.
"Then you rest first. I'll inform Bert and the others that the Aurora Society is also looking for you, as well as Bishop Truman." Leonard said a few words and left quickly.
During the period of time when Klein was missing, they also tried every means to try to save him.
"If you have any questions, please call us." Maric and Miss Sharon also nodded lightly towards Klein and left, leaving a quiet environment.
Klein went directly back to the room, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took before he finally woke up.
He opened his eyes and looked out the window at the crimson night. His mind went blank, and it took him a long time to react.
"It's considered a catastrophe." Klein suddenly felt full of hunger and hurriedly got up.
"There is dinner prepared for you in the kitchen." Maric emerged from nowhere, startling Klein.
He had been sitting in the darkest corner. With his "living corpse" physique, Klein didn't even notice.
"Oh, thank you!" Klein thanked him, and then prepared the warm dinner as quickly as possible.
"Finally, I have some sense of reality." Klein's spiritual recovery is good, and his headache no longer exists.
"Well... I'll leave first." Maric made sure that there was nothing wrong with Klein and left.
Klein rested for a while, walked four steps backward, and arrived above the gray mist.
"Sure enough, this is the safest place." Klein muttered, and then began to sort out his memories.
Why didn't he give up even though he knew he might not be able to see through the turbulent flow of information?
He just wanted to remember it more deeply. After all, Klein couldn't see clearly, but that didn't mean Mr. Fool couldn't see clearly!
The gray fog itself has the power to eliminate interference and bypass restrictions. Here, he has a great possibility of being able to restore the flow of information to the battlefield through his own memories!
Klein fell into a dream and returned to the ancient battlefield.
He looked up at the chaotic flow of information, and then his eyes were illuminated by that ray of light.
That is the trajectory drawn by the spear of destiny, like the corner of an antelope, nowhere to be found.
"Is that the 'Hidden Emperor'?" Klein saw a figure wrapped in a torrent of information in the sky. This was something Klein had never seen before.
That perfect arc is the spear of destiny thrown by Him.
Klein's gaze could not be restrained as he followed the Spear of Destiny to the mysterious and strange altar, piercing through the bloody figure.
The "Blood Emperor" was nailed to His altar.
"You...not just you!"
"And Adam!"
The Blood Emperor's final roar was filled with some kind of incredulity and some kind of sudden realization. He understood everything.
Even in his dream, Klein subconsciously held his breath, intuiting that he had come into contact with a terrifying secret.
"Is everything about me...accompanied by your arrangements?" Klein heard the Blood Emperor's last murmur, and his whole body went cold.
The "Hidden Emperor" seemed to have spoken, but Klein couldn't hear clearly and subconsciously moved closer.
And at this time, the true god in the package of knowledge looked back at Klein with emotion.
"Secret..."
The "Hidden Emperor" looked at Klein with a strange look, and his voice even sounded familiar to Klein.
Klein's body froze, as if the true god's gaze really fell on him through time.
boom!
Endless information was poured into Klein's mind, and his dreams were instantly filled to the brim.
Klein woke up in the gray fog, and then exploded immediately. At this time, the paper man that Klein had prepared burned, and his body appeared on Mr. World's chair.
It's just that Klein's face is quite bitter, because he can't avoid it this time.
Because that is valuable knowledge with real mystical significance, not an attack!
"Ah!" Klein's body exploded, and a message ball larger than others exploded.
The gray mist surged suddenly, protecting Klein's spirit body and gradually condensed out. Only this time, he was in a very embarrassed state and his face was pale.