Feeling the ground shaking, Alger's heart tightened. He glanced at Gehrman Sparrow and used actions instead of words.

The wind around him suddenly whistled, helping him to run sideways more easily and faster.

The reason why Alger did this directly was because he was worried that Gehrman Sparrow would suddenly go crazy and decide to hunt the horrible creatures hidden in the dark cave. In that case, even if he could win in the end, it would definitely be extremely disadvantageous for subsequent exploration.

As an experienced "sailor", he knew that decisive actions were inducement and contagious, allowing his companions who had not yet made a decision to subconsciously follow or imitate.

Seeing this, Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He gave up discussing the issue of politeness and took a step forward, running to the side and back of The Hanged Man.

Then, he felt a strong wind blowing from behind and under his feet, pushing and carrying him forward to catch up. This significantly reduced the gravity he needed to overcome and provided him with extra power, instantly increasing his speed by more than double!

Amidst the whistling sounds, Klein and Alger ran out of the area with sparse trees and circled to the side of the deep darkness.

At this moment, the heartbeats of both of them suddenly slowed down. It didn't seem like they were doing strenuous exercise at all. Instead, they felt like they were about to fall asleep after basking in the afternoon sun.

Klein immediately felt his body getting cold, and an indescribable chill inexplicably emerged, seeping into his body.

At the same time, he saw the light of Alger's lantern being obscured inch by inch by the huge black shadow rising from behind, and the corresponding scene naturally emerged in his mind:

A giant snake that was too big for a single person to hug emerged from the dark cave. The snake had huge scales that were dark green and black, and exaggerated eyes that looked like they were burning with flames.

White feathers covered with pale yellow oil grew in the gaps between its scales, and there was even a pair of thick wings behind it that could be spread out.

The giant snake half crawled, half flew, raised its body, and coiled itself around a tall and sturdy tree, spitting out its pitch-black snake core, and stared from afar at the two figures who had previously intruded into the nearby area.

Around it, the trees were withering rapidly, the weeds were all dead, countless corpses crawled out of the soil, and invisible shadows gathered around them.

Quetzalcoatl!

This is a feathered serpent!

In the southern continent, it is a sacred symbol and the emblem of the Eggers family, descendants of the god of death!

Klein and Alger did not stop. They endured the coldness of their bodies and the slowing of their heartbeats. With the help of the more intense wind, they rushed into the depths of the Black Forest and away from the area with sparse trees.

Thump! Thump! Thump! The heartbeats of the two gradually returned to normal, and the coldness on their bodies was gradually dissipated by the heat emitted by the intense exercise.

Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the danger had passed, so he slowed down his pace, turned his head back, took a look, and said calmly to the dark and deep distance where the trees stood:

"A demigod-level feathered serpent."

"Demigod level..." Alger also slowed down, and the blood vessels in his forehead jumped slightly.

He paused for two seconds, exhaled softly and said:

"Don't worry too much. The extraordinary creatures here have a strong sense of territory. Unless they want to hunt, they will not enter other areas, especially near the mountain. The feathered serpent should not chase us."

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"The extraordinary creatures here are very strong."

Alger retracted his gaze, shook his head and responded:

“No, there are many weak ones too.

“I’ve been here at night before, but I only found traces left by demigod-level extraordinary creatures. I’ve never actually encountered one. Today is the first time I’ve encountered one head-on.

"This kind of thing depends mainly on luck, and the probability of it happening again is not too high."

As a "navigator", calculation is an essential ability.

Are you looking down on me, the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck? Klein laughed at himself in his heart and said expressionlessly:

“Absolute judgments often lead to the opposite result.”

The meaning of this sentence translated into Earth language is:

Don’t set a flag!

In fact, if it wasn't a demigod-level Quetzalcoatl, but a Sequence 5 counterpart, Klein would be happy to bully it. After all, with the Azik Copper Whistle in hand, the extraordinary creatures in the realm of the dead would at least lose half of their combat effectiveness.

As for the encounter with the demigod-level extraordinary creature, he was not too frightened, because "The Hanged Man" had mentioned this issue before, and he had made corresponding preparations. The combination of the "Luck Stealer" spell, the three pages of demigod-level extraordinary abilities in "Lemanno's Travel Notes", "Groselle's Travels" and the "Travel" ability, although not necessarily allowing him to fight against the demigod, was enough to help him create an opportunity to escape.

As long as I don’t encounter an angel who is also a demigod… Klein silently added in his mind.

Alger was actually a little surprised to hear Gehrman Sparrow's words, because the crazy adventurer's intention was obviously for him to be more cautious and careful.

A calm yet crazy guy? Yes, if he was just crazy, he definitely wouldn't be alive today... Alger looked up at the sky, trying to discern the blurry stars through the accumulated mist.

After two minutes, he retracted his gaze and pointed in a direction:

"Go this way."

Klein had already pulled out the iron-black "Death Knell" revolver and let the muzzle droop naturally. He followed Alger silently with a stern expression, calm and composed, without any panic.

After walking for a while in the extremely dimly lit dark forest, Alger suddenly stopped, looked to the left, and said in a deep voice:

“A little further ahead, there’s a psychedelic wind chime tree, and I want to try to deal with it myself first.

"You will be the one to deal with the second extraordinary creature you encounter. I will not be involved."

Unless you can't handle it alone... Alger swallowed the rest of his words.

He is not like those "hunters" that one often encounters at sea, who cannot always control their mouths and habitually say things that make others angry.

The matrix of the extraordinary material that Miss Justice needs... Mr. Hanged Man has a lot of adventure experience. He knows that sometimes being honest is more useful than hiding things, and that communication and discussion are more effective than scheming... Klein maintained Gehrman Sparrow's persona, and nodded in a stern and polite manner.

"good.

"If you can't handle it, you'd better ask for help. Otherwise, I will assume you are still holding on."

The style of the crazy adventurer and the "hunters" seemed different, but in some aspects they were surprisingly similar... Alger took a deep breath and continued forward with the lantern.

As they walked, they heard the faint tinkling sound of wind chimes, and suddenly they felt like they were back home, relaxing both physically and mentally.

Klein was acutely aware that his vigilance and alertness were melting irreversibly. No matter how much he emphasized and repeated it in his mind, he could no longer tense up.

At this moment, he even wanted to move closer to the place where the sound of the wind chimes came from, thinking that there were things there that he cherished and was very close to him.

Because the distance was still quite far, the sound of the wind chimes was intermittent. Klein barely controlled himself and turned his head to look at Mr. The Hanged Man.

Alger no longer had the composure he should have, and his eyes on his rough face were slightly red. No one knew what he was thinking about or what emotional state he was in.

I wonder what Mr. Hanged Man would look like if he really cried... That would be terrifying... Klein couldn't help but think.

At this time, Alger spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Leave it to me next."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put down the lantern and slightly turned the evil ring on his left thumb, making the spike-like protrusion stained with old blood more distinct.

This is his magical item called the "Spirit Whip". The side effect is that he always has a headache when wearing it, and he wants to bang his head against the wall.

However, at this moment, this intense headache experience allowed Alger to maintain basic clarity amid the sound of the wind chimes and not be truly hypnotized by the other party.

Sometimes, side effects may not necessarily help the holder... Alger sighed as he took out a wooden box from the secret pocket of his clothes and opened it with a snap.

There's a gray mouse in here!

Mr. Hanged Man wanted to use mice as bait to attract the attention of the psychedelic wind chime tree, and then take the opportunity to attack it? Not bad, he was well prepared, with a detailed plan in advance... As an experienced adventurer, Klein immediately grasped the idea of ​​the Hanged Man.

Alger picked up the mouse and shook it, his expression suddenly becoming a little strange.

The gray mouse could no longer move. It had lost its breath and body temperature and could no longer serve as bait!

During the encounter with the demigod-level feathered serpent just now, although Alger was at the edge of the other party's attention and quickly broke away, the impact he suffered was not too great and he recovered relatively easily. However, the gray mouse he carried with him was just an ordinary species, without such strong vitality and physique. It was difficult to escape after being slightly affected. It could not hold on and became a corpse on the spot.

Dead... dead... Mr. "The Hanged Man" should have understood a truth by now. Plans are often not as fast as changes... His luck is really not that good... Seeing this scene, Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear of ruining his character.

Such situations are rare among the experienced and meticulous "Hanged Man".

Alger quickly restrained his expression and walked forward carrying the dead gray mouse. Klein bent down, reached out, picked up the lantern, and followed him at a moderate pace.

The sound of the wind chimes became clearer and clearer, and it had the power to calm people down and make them want to run towards it.

After walking a few more steps, Klein finally saw the strange tree.

There are many long and thin cracks on its brown-green body. Each crack is dark and deep, as if it contains different eyes.

On the outstretched branches, there are iron-gray things like wind chimes hanging. They sway by themselves and make pleasant sounds. In the center of the branch closest to the trunk and located at the top, there is a fist-sized, colorless, translucent fruit.

Alger stared at that place, pressed his Adam's apple, and said to Gehrman Sparrow in a deep voice:

"You'd better plug your ears and restrain your spirituality."

PS: I am participating in the Qidian anniversary celebration and have things to do all day. I will take a leave to write that chapter in the evening and resume normal updates tomorrow.

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