As the crimson moonlight suddenly dimmed, a corresponding thought suddenly popped up in Klein's mind:

"The red moon is obscured by the fog again!"

As soon as his thoughts emerged, the figures vaguely seen coming and going outside the dark curtains disappeared, as if evaporating, and the roaring sounds like those of wild beasts also stopped abruptly.

The environment here has returned to its previous state... "Desperate Witch" Panatia can move normally again... Mr. A no longer has to worry about the dangers outside and can attack frantically and hunt prey... Klein made a judgment instantly, raised his right index finger, and ignited the leaves of a tree dozens of meters away with a snap.

He wanted to keep a distance from Mr. A to avoid further infection of the disease, and at the same time decide whether to risk entering the ancient church depending on the situation.

Klein already had a preliminary plan for the current situation. That was to try to use Mr. A, who had diverse abilities and considerable strength, to divert the attention of the terrifying witch Panatia. After all, for the latter, there was no essential difference in the quality of the meat between the "Shepherd" and the "Master of Secret Dolls", and both could fill her stomach. She would definitely deal with the one who was easier to capture first.

At that time, a battle will inevitably break out between the two, and Klein will look for an opportunity to "sniper" Panatia!

Just as the red stream of fire rose up and enveloped Klein's figure, he saw Mr. A once again turned into a shadow and blended into the surrounding environment, disappearing to an unknown place.

Ran away... Ran away... Aren't you Mr. A who does things like a madman? Shouldn't you continue chasing your prey? Why did you run away... Klein's eyes shone, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

His figure then disappeared in the flames and appeared in the firelight several dozen meters away.

As soon as Klein jumped out of the flames, his forehead burned again, his lungs became heavy, and his breathing became extremely difficult.

plague!

The plague of "Witch of Despair" Panatia has spread!

In Klein's eyes, the bright-looking girl in a pure white robe had floated in the air at some point, walking towards him step by step.

Under Panatia's feet was a spider web made of countless transparent threads, which were connected to the surrounding houses and trees, covering half of the street.

The intense hunger in the eyes of this demigod-level witch had faded, and there was no longer any obvious blood red. The look she gave Gehrman Sparrow was filled with madness and mockery, as if she wanted to make the other party lose the ability to resist bit by bit and experience the deepest, heaviest, most painful despair.

Klein suppressed a cough and snapped his fingers again, causing a tree near the spire church to suddenly burst into red flames.

His figure was immediately covered by the flames, quickly faded, and flashed onto the tree, flashing into the gorgeous and swaying "fireworks".

Then, Klein suddenly leaped to the ground and rolled quickly to the side of the ancient church.

At this moment, his body suddenly felt cold, and he saw a thick layer of ice on his feet, thighs, waist and abdomen, and white frost accumulated around him, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Klein gritted his teeth, controlled his inner panic, and according to the predetermined plan, he stretched out his hands with extraordinary calmness and pressed them against the wall.

The "Creeping Hunger" on his left palm has become transparent!

Silently, Klein passed through the dark and thick wall and entered the spire church.

Where he was originally, a dark and profound fireball was a little slower and could only hit the corner of the wall, spreading out like water waves, burning all the nearby ice and weeds.

At this moment, crows flying around the ancient church spire opened their mouths:

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Panatia stopped and looked at the dark church in front of her, a look of fear gradually showing on her face.

…………

Inside the church, Klein entered through the wall and was initially blinded by the darker environment than the outside world. Then, as the frost melted, he adapted to the dim light and was able to see the scene ahead clearly.

As far as his sight could reach, there were figures hanging in the air one after another.

It's all human!

Some of them wore classical black robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore puffy skirts, and some wore tattered clothes, like beggars.

Some of them have rough faces, some have deep, handsome and masculine features, some have delicate features and are beautiful, and some are childish, cute and quite young. They have no similarities at all.

No, they still had something in common. They all looked like bacon being dried, hanging from a high place, with their heads drooping, their eyes rolled back, and they were swaying.

Klein's scalp began to numb as he watched. He no longer doubted Panatia and Mr. A's description of how dangerous this place was.

He pressed his back against the wall, intending to "open the door" and go out immediately to avoid danger if there was any change. When he was discovered by the "Witch of Despair", he would pass through the wall again to avoid the attack, and repeat this process to ensure his safety.

Woo!

A chilly wind blew through the church, and the figures and corpses suspended in the air turned at the same time to face Klein.

Their collars seemed to be connected by ropes, and their heads were still bowed.

Klein almost gasped and pressed his left palm against the wall.

At this moment, the figures began to sway like wind chimes, their mouths opened, and they made sounds that were almost like whispers:

"Honakis...Fregera...

"Honakis...Fregera...

"Honakis...Fregera..."

These echoes of sound overlapped and merged into one, entering Klein's ears, giving him an unusual sense of familiarity!

This was exactly the same mumbling he had heard after his previous promotions!

It actually came from here, from the foggy town, from the corpses hanging in the air in the ancient church!

At this moment, not only did Klein's scalp tingle, but his entire body was trembling.

Could it be that the origin of this foggy town is really at the main peak of the Honachis Mountains... the evaporated "Kingdom of Night"? I didn't really go up the mountain, did I? But why in this church, the same mumbling didn't bring a tingling pain in the head and a tendency to lose control... Klein hissed, opened and clenched his hands, clenched and opened again, resisting the urge to pass through the wall.

Now that he has come here and has seen the source of the mumbling, he believes that escape may not be the solution.

In any case, a simple exploration must be done, otherwise if something abnormal happens to the body, you won’t know what’s going on!

After quickly doing a divination with the gold coin, Klein tapped his teeth and activated his spiritual vision. He looked at the densely packed figures hanging in the air. He saw that their spirituality was very restrained. The color of their aura seemed normal, but it gave people a dull feeling.

There is an aura color... but he is not dead yet? Klein frowned slightly and closed his spiritual vision.

Then, he pinched the first joint of his index finger with his left thumb twice, preparing to observe the "spiritual line".

At first glance, Klein's pupils suddenly dilated, because the swaying figures hanging from a high place showed that the "Spirit Line" was extremely special.

Their corresponding illusory black lines extended out from each other's bodies, but converged in the same direction, which was the highest point of the ancient church, without exception!

In Klein's vision, they looked like corpses hung by "spiritual strings"!

Before Klein could think about what this meant, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a scene from the corner of his eye:

His own "spiritual thread" was floating upwards on its own, extending to the highest point of the church, extending to the source where those figures were hanging!

This was the first time Klein saw the "Spirit Thread" take action on its own without anyone controlling it!

They were like metals encountering a magnet, floating upwards uncontrollably, and the fastest one was about to reach its destination!

Klein didn't dare to imagine what would happen if all the "spiritual threads" converged. He suspected that he would become "bacon" to be dried, hung in the air, and mutter "Honakis...Fregola..." to the wind.

If it were most of the extraordinary people, at this moment they would only consider leaving the church to see if they could interrupt the process of the "spiritual thread" being absorbed. But Klein was different. He was the "Master of Secret Dolls". With a thought, he directly manipulated his "spiritual thread" and pulled them back one by one.

After nearly thirty seconds, Klein finally completed the task. However, his "spiritual line" still had a tendency to float upwards, so he had to pay attention and resist it at all times.

Is this one of the dangers hidden in this ancient church? Klein took a slow breath, stopped clinging to the wall, and walked deeper into the church step by step.

Above his head, the figures swayed, as if looking down at him.

After walking twenty or thirty meters forward, Klein finally saw something else. It was the pitch-black altar of this church.

On the altar stood a stone statue.

After walking a few steps over there, Klein saw the statue clearly:

Its overall appearance is that of a female human, but it has two animal legs growing from its ribs and waist, covered with short, thick, and hard black hair.

In addition, there are thin black bands surrounding the stone statue, which look like tentacles extending out.

At the feet of this stone statue, souls are sleeping, like a cluster of stars surrounding it.

Klein moved his gaze to the head of the stone statue and saw a beautiful face.

This... Klein's eyes froze.

He was not unfamiliar with that face, because he was "sent" here by the other party!

The face of this stone statue is exactly the same as the "eraser" angel under the Saint Samuel Church!

He is actually related to this place... That's right, His erasure sent people here, it would be abnormal if He is not related... What is His relationship with the "Kingdom of Night" in the Hornachis Mountains in the Fourth Epoch? The "Mother of Heaven"? But if that is true, why would He work for the church? Moreover, this image is somewhat similar to the demon wolf described by Little "Sun"... Many doubts flashed through Klein's mind.

During this process, his gaze slowly shifted away and turned elsewhere, looking for other possible clues.

A few seconds later, Klein spotted a figure that was not hanging in the air but sitting diagonally behind the statue.

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