Although there was no concept of temperature in the Hall of Honesty, Klein felt a chill and a heat at the same time. He wanted to defend himself, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

After staring into Adam’s eyes, which were clear enough to reflect his figure, for a few seconds in silence, Klein spoke with some difficulty:

“I accept…

"But I will also work hard to reduce the damage caused by the war as long as I am alive."

He paused for a moment, then asked in a deep voice:

“Is this the price you put on your gift?

"When a certain ascetic here revealed your real name, you had already noticed this travelogue and made secret arrangements?"

Adam, who was wearing a simple white robe, did not respond. He walked towards the murals on the left step by step, stopped in front of one of them, slightly raised his head, and admired it quietly.

In the mural, a book bound in parchment flew up to the clouds, came to the starry sky, and fell into a huge claw.

After looking for a while, Adam said in a gentle voice:

"You can go now."

Klein suddenly felt that he was being rejected by the Hall of Honesty, the City of Miracles, and the collective subconscious ocean of the world in the book. He involuntarily floated up and flew out.

During this process, he saw Adam return to the front of the rows of black seats, holding the silver cross pendant, closing his eyes, and praying devoutly to the huge and blurry figure.

Outside the ocean of collective subconsciousness, an illusory door appeared silently, standing in mid-air, leading to the outside.

The world in the book also began to reject Klein, and "squeezed" him out of the double doors.

Suddenly, Klein returned to the real world, back to the gray-white fog, and was about to enter the historical pore.

The difference from before was that he was no longer locked in the vortex formed by countless transparent worms, and the "Travels of Groselle" that was entangled by the almost invisible slippery tentacles shook slightly and disappeared out of thin air.

Without caring about feeling bad, Klein's thoughts raced as he made his choice almost instinctively.

He leaped into the gray fog from another direction and hid in a broken spot of light, which was the so-called historical gap.

The next second, Klein began to regret it, because Zaratul's slippery and terrifying tentacles extended in the gray mist. The countless transparent worms no longer formed a rotating vortex, but collapsed into a tide, rushing towards him rapidly.

Zaratul can actually fight in the gaps of history!

This is the same way that those in higher positions suppress those in lower positions.

The one who is best at dealing with the Demigod of the “Fortune Teller” path is always the Demigod of the same path with a higher sequence than him.

Klein did not hesitate. Just like he did when he was promoted, he "flew" in the patches of light and fled into the depths of the fog of history.

The collapse of the secret mausoleum, the air raid on Backlund, and the smog tragedy flew back one after another, but Klein's sense of danger not only did not weaken, but became much stronger.

He even "saw" the thick shadow getting closer and closer and beginning to cover him.

This is the tide created by the transparent worms and slippery tentacles!

Klein ran for his life, constantly reciting the name of the "Goddess of Night" in Giant language in his heart, hoping to be rescued. This was the only thing he had the energy to do, and it was also the only existence that could possibly save him.

Of course, if he knew Amon's name, he would definitely try to provoke this "blasphemer".

Only by muddying up the situation can he have a chance of surviving.

Roselle's enthronement, the improvement of the steam engine, the War of Forsaken Oath, the White Rose War, and the Twenty Years' War flashed by one by one. Klein found that more and more of his body was "covered" by shadows, his consciousness gradually slowed down, and he felt as if his "spiritual thread" was being manipulated.

At this moment, out of the various spots of light in the gray and white mist, a group of Fulgrim's dogs ran out.

They were covered in short, jet-black fur, with dark red flames burning in their eye sockets, and the corners of their mouths extended all the way to the back of their heads.

This group of monstrous "Source Castle Guardians" passed Klein and rushed behind him.

Klein regained consciousness immediately.

Fuck! He cursed himself, his eyes slightly red and his vision blurred as he continued to "run", running from the "Fifth Epoch" to the "Fourth Epoch", and from the "Fourth Epoch" to the "Third Epoch".

The huge shadow behind him, like a tide, paused for a few seconds, then continued to surge towards Klein as if nothing had happened, flooding the historical pores he passed through.

Klein was not stingy with his spirituality. He desperately "ran" in the fog of history with the help of the light spots he lit. He ran from the "Third Age" to the "Second Age" and ran to a lonely fragment of light. He was surrounded by withered and decaying forests and normal-sized tombs.

This is the history of how the Giant King Ormir buried his parents.

However, the "tide" transformed by Zaratul's true self seemed to be not aware of the past, and it was not known which era it was stuck in and could not catch up.

At this point, Klein's spirituality was almost exhausted, and being in the mist of history, he could only borrow strength from the gap in his current location. Obviously, his past did not exist here.

And when his spirituality is exhausted, he will have to leave the mist of history and return to the real world. At that time, he will face Zaratul again.

Huh… Klein exhaled, pulled out another paper crane, and snapped his fingers, lighting it.

However, he waited for several seconds but the "Snake of Fate" Will Auceptin did not appear.

I can’t use ordinary paper cranes to contact Will in the gap of history... Why hasn’t Amon appeared yet... As the thought flashed through his mind, Klein could only recite in Giant language again:

"Goddess of the Night, who is higher than the starry sky and longer than eternity, you are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets, the Queen of Disaster and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence..."

After holding on for a few more seconds, Klein suddenly had an inspiration, and without hesitation he left the mist of history and returned to the real world.

As soon as his figure appeared, the "Spirit Line" floated into the air and was grabbed by a slippery and transparent tentacle.

At the same time, another figure appeared opposite him.

It was Arianna, the leader of the ascetics, who was barefoot and wearing a linen robe.

According to Klein's ability, the angel-level historical projection he summoned must have disappeared by now, so the one who came was undoubtedly the real person.

The abbot of the Monastery of Night glanced at Klein and instantly made him disappear under Zaratul's tentacles.

Klein entered the secret world belonging to Arianna. It was dark here, and there was a monastery with many ancient buildings. A huge and holy red moon hung high in the sky.

Based on his previous experience of cooperation, Klein immediately used "teleportation" to flash into the red moon and escape from this secret world from another place.

After returning to reality, Klein had already put some distance between himself and Zaratul, so he used "travel" without hesitation to leave. Arianna, who had briefly blocked Zaratul, then transformed into a stealth state and left the battle.

Boom!

A terrifying thunder roared, and the transparent tentacle that was trying to reach the location where Klein disappeared suddenly retracted and disappeared along with the main body.

After being "teleported" to the sea, Klein did not bother to borrow strength from his past self. He immediately summoned a paper man from the gap in history and shook his wrist.

——Most of his belongings were destroyed when they were turned into "bookmarks", and no one knew where the secret dolls Qiunas and Enuni were lost. Of course, they may have evaporated under the illumination of the Angel of Light.

Bang!

The paper figure ignited with red flames and rose into an illusory angel with layers of wings on its back, wrapping Klein inside and erasing all traces.

Then, Klein activated the "teleportation" again and left.

…………

In the secret mausoleum in East Chestershire, William Augustus I and the "mysterious queen" Bernadette simultaneously sensed the fall of George III, either through changes in order or with the help of their own prophecies.

The latter did not stay any longer, and his body suddenly separated like a bunch of soap bubbles reflecting light, scattered in all directions and shattered one after another.

William Augustus I was in no mood to stop or catch up, but he was not that painful either.

…………

Klein went around in a big circle and used Angel's Embrace three times to eliminate all traces before quietly returning to Backlund, which might be the safest place at the moment.

He did not return to the house he had rented before, but directly found a hotel in the Backlund Bridge area and booked a room.

Of course, he did not forget to make certain changes to his appearance, height, temperament and characteristics.

He became more and more ordinary, common and unnoticed.

After entering the room, Klein suppressed his mental fatigue and physical trauma and began to recite the name of the sea god Kalvetuwa. He prepared to take four steps backwards, heading above the gray fog, and use his "true vision" and true "Angel's Embrace" to confirm the environment and eliminate hidden dangers.

Fortunately, Zaratul should have signed a contract with George III and could not leave the mausoleum at will. Otherwise, I would have become his secret puppet in that melee... The appearance of him and the "divine evil" Sua exceeded my expectations... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, took a step counterclockwise, opened his mouth, and read in Chinese:

"Fusheng..."

Suddenly, Klein's body trembled, his voice stopped abruptly, and he froze in place.

In his sight, a figure suddenly appeared on the chair beside the full-length mirror in the room. He was a middle-aged man, relatively young, wearing a dark jacket and tweed trousers. He was a hybrid of Loen and Balam.

This is the secret doll that Klein lost before, the "winner" Enuni.

Facing Klein's eyes that could no longer move, Enuni smiled and said:

"Don't throw the secret dolls around, or they will be tracked."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up, casually took out a crystal monocle from his pocket, and slowly put it on his right eye.

(Fifth Part Completed)

PS: The fifth part is summarized in the early morning, and by the way, I ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket. Also, don’t waste the monthly ticket on the last day of November~