It was indeed “teleported” here… What a luxury… Alger tensed up for a moment, then relaxed, but his inner vigilance and alertness remained the same.

When he saw Gehrman Sparrow again, he found that although his characteristics had not changed much from before, the aura of a strong man that was difficult to describe in words in his every move was even more profound and more frightening.

As expected of a crazy adventurer who could provoke a demigod-level battle and escape successfully... Alger's slight pride in becoming a Sequence 5 suddenly disappeared at this moment.

He walked over slowly with a lantern in hand, looked at Gehrman Sparrow, and said deliberately:

"The traces you left here may not disappear for hundreds or thousands of years."

He was trying to confirm whether the collapse of the mountain was related to the other party.

Klein took a look at the changed terrain, released his right hand from holding down his hat, and said with a gentle smile:

"The one who made the biggest contribution here is 'Aquaman'."

Hiss, he really created a demigod war that could destroy Bayam, and let the "Sea King" directly attack here... And in this situation, he is still alive and "took away" the "Blood Admiral". It is simply unimaginable and unbelievable! Alger began to suspect that Gehrman Sparrow had a "1" level seal on him, which is equivalent to a demigod-level item!

He did not show his shock and astonishment, nor did he dare to make further attempts, so he asked:

"Are you planning on going to that pristine island now?"

“Of course.” Klein replied calmly.

It was late at night, the time when Dwayne Dantès would sleep and no one would disturb him. But in the daytime, he would have to show up.

Of course, in order to prevent unexpected situations such as fire, Klein also summoned the "magic mirror" Arrodes, asking it to always pay attention to the mirror illusions here and respond when necessary.

This means that the Church of Evernight’s “dream therapy” for Mr. Millionaire has ended. Otherwise, I would have to postpone this operation... Klein couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

Alger examined himself and found that he could not get any magical items in a short time, so he took out a black iron ring with a spike-like protrusion and put it on the thumb of his left hand.

Enduring the throbbing headache, he nodded gently and said:

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

Then, he saw Gehrman Sparrow approaching him with a blank expression and reaching out to grab his shoulder.

At this moment, Alger's first reaction was that the other party was going to attack him, and he instinctively wanted to dodge to the side, but he immediately remembered his previous guess, and as his thoughts quickly flashed through his mind, he forcibly controlled his subconscious actions and allowed the crazy adventurer's palm to fall on his left shoulder.

Then, he noticed that Gehrman Sparrow's left hand had become transparent, as if it was carrying a reflection of the spirit world. Then, the black in front of his eyes became more intense, the red moon became more vivid, and the various colors were clearly distinct from each other and layered together.

Countless almost invisible figures retreated to the "back". With the help of Gehrman Sparrow, Alger quickly shuttled through the spirit world.

The wriggling hunger... "teleport"... so that's how it is... Just as a similar thought emerged in his mind, he saw his body falling straight down, the thick colors around him faded away, and everything returned to normal.

Beach... reefs... trees... this is a deserted island... Alger looked around and was about to speak when the colors around him became darker and more distinct.

This time, when they left the spirit world, they were in mid-air, with a deep blue sea with rolling waves below them.

Although Alger had never cooperated with Gehrman Sparrow in actual combat, he had rich experience and immediately created a swirling gust of wind to keep the two of them afloat.

Thus, the "travel" was successfully activated once again, and the figures of Alger and Gehrman Sparrow quickly faded, becoming transparent and invisible.

When the surrounding scene returned to normal, the two had arrived at the edge of a giant island. Mist accumulated in the air, and the crimson moonlight could only penetrate a little. Not only did this fail to dispel the darkness of the forests and mountains, but it instead gave them a somewhat eerie and bloody aura.

"It's here." Alger looked around and said.

Klein appeared nonchalant, but he was actually observing the environment with extreme caution. He found that it was very quiet here. Not to mention the sounds of birds, wolves, or even insects, there was no sound. It gave people a feeling of dead silence.

As if he had guessed what he was feeling, Alger raised the lantern, illuminating the overgrown natural path with many animal footprints ahead, and said:

“If you come here during the day, it’s quite lively here, and you can even see some bird creatures that only exist in myths and legends flying in the sky above the forest.

"And at night, the 'power' that dominates this place seems to change, and many extraordinary species hide away, waiting for dawn."

Mr. Hanged Man has been here more than once, and at least once during the day and once at night... Klein nodded silently and didn't say much.

Alger thought for two seconds and pointed forward:

"We followed this road into the Black Forest, moving forward until we reached an ancient ruin of unknown age.

"During this journey, we hunted for extraordinary creatures that we were capable of dealing with. If you kill one alone, all the corresponding materials will belong to the killer. If you do it together, you will keep the harvest. After we leave here, we will take turns to distribute it, and adjust the priority and frequency of selection based on the specific contributions made."

He did not rush into action, but first explained the route and distribution plan clearly to avoid disagreements and conflicts between the two sides during the exploration.

I will keep the spoils of the cooperative killing... Mr. "Hanged Man" is very sincere... Klein raised his right hand, pressed the half-high silk hat, and laughed softly:

"No problem."

Alger secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"Our main purpose this time is to explore the ancient ruins. The gains along the way are incidental. After the exploration is over, it is best to leave directly without going to other areas or taking other routes.

"As for the future, it's up to you to decide when you want to come and which area you want to go to."

Alger emphasized this matter because he was afraid that Gehrman Sparrow would be greedy. One must know that Beyonders are not perpetual motion machines and will definitely get tired. After such a round of exploration, they must have reached their limit. If they still force themselves to go to other areas to hunt Beyonders, the identities of hunter and prey will probably be directly reversed. Even if the crazy adventurer is very powerful and is not afraid of such dangers, if his spirituality is in a dry state for a long time, it will induce the appearance of signs of loss of control.

Do you think I don’t think so? I’m worried that you’re too greedy, wanting to get more, and going deeper blindly… Klein laughed and said:

“I’m a polite person.”

"Polite?" Alger didn't quite understand what Gehrman Sparrow wanted to say.

The corners of Klein's mouth curled up slightly, and his expression became a little grim in the darkness:

"It's impolite to stay too long when visiting someone's home for the first time."

...This guy's way of thinking and behavior logic are completely different from those of a normal person... He is indeed a crazy adventurer... Alger was stunned at first, then he picked up the lantern and stepped forward in the environment where the crimson shadows were swaying:

"Let's go."

Klein let his hands hang naturally, walking beside Alger as if he was on a picnic.

The two of them soon entered the dark forest where almost no moonlight could penetrate. They saw that the trees here were all thick and tall, with dense branches and leaves. Even the smallest ones were too big for one person to hug.

Their common feature is that the bark is obviously scaly, densely connected piece by piece, and seems to come alive and wriggle on the surface at any time.

Like a variation of the dragon-patterned tree, a snake-scale tree? Klein retracted his gaze and paid attention to the weeds at his feet that seemed to be innocuous.

Neither he nor Alger spoke, remaining unusually silent. They didn't want to say anything to avoid awkwardness because it was too quiet and there were people around.

As they walked, the two saw with the help of the light from the lantern that the trees in front of them suddenly became sparse.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A dull thumping sound came from that area, becoming clearer and more obvious as Alger and German approached.

When the two entered the sparsely populated area, the light from the lantern finally shone over, allowing them to see a series of hunched or crawling figures.

Among these figures are humans, baboons, goats, and tigers. They are either holding stones or using their claws and fangs to constantly polish the piled up trees and rocks, as if they are building a palace.

Without the cover of dense branches and leaves, a little crimson moonlight penetrated the accumulated mist and fell, covering the surface of these figures, giving them a faint blood color.

Are there humans? Klein's eyes narrowed, and the five fingers of his left hand immediately stretched out. Alger slowed down his pace, allowing his vocal cords to vibrate at any time.

Suddenly, those figures seemed to sense something and stopped their movements at the same time. They turned around in unison and looked at the two outsiders.

Some of them were pale, some had withered fur, and some had ulcers on their bodies. None of them looked alive.

Corpses... Are there extraordinary creatures driving corpses to build palaces for themselves? Klein looked beyond them and looked further away. He saw a dark cave that sloped diagonally into the ground. The surrounding weeds were fallen, and there were several white feathers stained with light yellow butter scattered around.

Feathers... dead bodies... Klein immediately thought of the byproduct of the Spiritual Cult's artificial death god plan, and the scent that caused him to grow feathers.

The "Lord" of this area will not be weak... He made a calm judgment.

At this time, Alger, who had observed carefully for a while, hesitated for two seconds and suggested:

"I have never seen a similar situation before. I don't know the level of this extraordinary creature. Why don't we bypass it and choose a more reliable target?"

He intuitively felt that there was something extremely dangerous hidden in that dark cave.

I've been waiting for you to say that! Klein, who maintained the character of Gehrman Sparrow, breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Wouldn't that be impolite?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook, as if some creature turned over underneath!