Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Completely calmed down, Klein returned to reality. The corpses of the members of the Aurora Society lay straight on the ground, with no wounds on their bodies.

Klein looked around the room, there were traces of the battle everywhere.

He frowned at the indelible mark, and then touched the face that he had not covered up too much. This would definitely be located by the official Beyonder.

I just wanted to come over and have a look, I didn’t want to fight, if it wasn’t for the magic lamp… I knew I was going to fight, and I used Rosago’s Beyonder characteristics to change my face ahead of time. Could it be that I just gave up my current identity and escaped from Backlund? ?

Klein picked up the magic lamp with a complicated expression. For a moment, he really wanted to throw it into the Tussock River.

"What are you worried about, as long as your broken copper whistle can interfere with divination, I can't?"

"Quickly pick up your loot and keep the money for sale!"

Klein briefly dealt with the scene, took the newly acquired Beyonder characteristics, and went directly to the one-bedroom he rented in the East District.

Sitting in the humble room and resting for a while, Klein went above the gray fog again and brought the Beyonder characteristics he had acquired.

Summing up the gains and losses, Klein only felt a burst of contradictions. The idea of ​​the magic lamp was different from that of normal people, and he suddenly went crazy every time.

I can't expect a sealed object to have a brain, especially this one, it only has half a brain, it's really a headache.

I am always out of tune with the magic lamp because I am not reckless enough.

Klein thought aimlessly for a while, and then fortuned when the Nighthawks would act, and got a hint tomorrow night.

Early in the morning, on the way back to No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein met an old homeless man.

The old man struggling to live made Klein feel depressed and sad from the bottom of his heart.

In the cheap cafe, the old man told his ordinary and unfortunate story.

Always thrifty, he wished he could break a copper penny in half, and Klein, who didn't want to return the lamp god's money, took out a large amount of copper pennies and gave it to the other party.

"You can only change a person's fate a little bit like this, and it may not even change. There are people as unfortunate as him in every corner of the Eastern District and even the whole world."

The voice came from the dark blue pocket.

"I don't know, what I can do with insignificant me."

"Perhaps... If it was Emperor Roselle, he might hold Das Kapital in one hand and the manifesto in the other, sing the Internationale, and start a red revolution."

Klein laughed self-deprecatingly and walked back to the dirty streets of the East District.

"If you had the ability, what would you like to do?"

Wang Zichuan asked curiously.

"Probably... so that everyone can live with hope for tomorrow."

"and then?"

"Then...then I'll go back to my hometown to get married."

After returning to Minsk Street, after attending the banquet at the Summer house, Klein stayed at home all afternoon, resting fully, and he was going to watch the trial of sins in the evening.

As the night grew darker, Klein came to the clock tower of the East Balam Dock with a clown mask he bought temporarily.

Climbing up the steps, he came to the top of the clock tower, overlooking the brick red two-story building of the dock workers' dormitory, and Klein waited quietly.

The clown mask laughed silently in the rich night, the cool mist penetrated into the reddish darkness, and the bell tower soaring into the clouds was like an empty floating city, making Klein buried in sorrow, nostalgia, pain, In hatred and loneliness.

Wang Zichuan and Klein stood side by side, feeling that the person beside him was enveloped in a strong negative emotion, he thought seriously about what he could say.

Suddenly, they saw a huge black airship flying from the north. It flew quietly, like a ferocious beast born from the darkness.

Klein's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He opened his eyes wide and looked hard at the red building. Although he definitely couldn't see what was going on inside, various scenes kept popping up in his mind, imagining how the Nighthawks would be. Solve Llanvus.

Wang Zichuan suddenly said:

"I'll show you the live version, it's not a good seat."

Klein's emotions were interrupted for a moment, he thought for a while, and said:

"The Nighthawks have many magical methods that will be discovered."

"Hey, if I could have been discovered casually, I would have been locked in the underground of the church headquarters."

Wang Zichuan said in a nonchalant tone.

"Your goddess hasn't sent a servant over yet, which means... hey."

"Hurry up, hurry up, the good show is about to start. I hate people who are hesitant and dawdling."

Klein felt that the surrounding space was chaotic, and he didn't understand everything up, down, left, right, and back. The rules seemed to be reset. His body seemed to be integrated into the spiritual world, and it seemed that he was still in reality. He was led with random steps. In a flash, a blurred distorted brick red appeared in front of him, and then his vision suddenly became clear, and he stood in front of the dockworker's dormitory.

"Go in, hide in the corner, as long as you don't let the battle directly affect you, no one can find you."

Klein took out a gold coin from his pocket. The gold coin bounced high and fell. Klein glanced at it before walking towards the interior of the small building.

Passing through a strange barrier, Klein felt that he had come to a somewhat unreal world.

He saw both familiar and unfamiliar figures in black trench coats, and saw the person in the lead, with short golden brown hair and blood-red gloves, who came to Tingen to review and handed him the clown potion. The sword of the goddess, Lord Sesima.

The figure that emerged from the shadow was quickly killed by the Nighthawks~www.wuxiax.com~ At this moment, a man with an angular face and an indifferent expression walked down from the second floor.

Lanervus!

Klein recognized him at once, but what made him puzzled was that Lanvus in his impression had quite soft facial lines.

Cecima first asked her own question.

Lan Erwus suddenly pulled off his shirt and shirt, revealing the crimson flesh and blood between his chest and abdomen that formed the upside-down figure.

The breath of the gods is like a mountain and a sea, crushing all the creatures present.

Klein was trembling all over, his knees were weak, and he was about to kneel on the ground involuntarily. Unforgettable memories flashed scene after scene in his mind. He closed his eyes and dared not look directly.

Suddenly, he felt that the feeling of being overlooked and crushed was isolated from the invisible chaos, and a continuous picture appeared in his mind.

Two simple-drawn figures stand face to face, one with a golden-brown dot and a line drawn out from the upper body, which seems to represent a sword, and the other with a black dot, and the upper body is painted black and red.

The villain holding the sword rushed up, and the villain on the opposite side greeted him. The two villains intertwined and fought in a comical manner.

Klein almost laughed, feeling absurdly unreal.

A deep and distant tranquil darkness poured out, engulfing the power of corruption and foulness. Klein felt that the chaotic power that enveloped him disappeared, and he could reopen his eyes again.

Sesima leaned on the ground with her hands and tried her best to support it. Lanvus stood upright on the stairs, seemingly unable to move.

Suddenly, Lanvus laughed wildly.

"Haha, haha, thank you!"

Lanvus is not dead!

Klein immediately wanted to rush up and stop him.

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