Remember [www.novelmtl.com] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!

Quietly looking at it for a few seconds, Klein stepped forward, stepped on the ladder, and carefully walked down the stairs.

The surrounding light is gradually dimmed, only the gray color shrouds the quiet world. The more the Klein goes down, the more it feels to be locked into the dark and silent room, and the ear can slowly hear the blood flowing. The movement and the sound of the heart's powerful jump.

The latter is getting faster and faster, a little bit of anxiety and panic that is difficult to contain. Klein is busy converging, looking at the cascading light ball, and recovering with a steady mood.

His side, on behalf of the gray-white cliffs in the subconscious area of ​​Grosser, stood cold and stood as if he was dead, but there was a flash of light from time to time.

Klein stared at it, and saw from one of the spots the Grosse who was tearing open the mouth of the human plug and the horrified Grosser, which was less than 3 meters at the time, apparently still in his infancy.

The light flashed past, and the dusk of the peaks was solidified. The time seemed to be slow here.

Klein was looking for more valuable information in Grosell's subconscious, and the sound of the beast breathing in the ears.

Brushing the ground, a huge palm was found in the surrounding gray, it was gray-blue, covered with rotten traces, with a noticeable yellow-green liquid, and quickly caught Klein's ankle.

In the voice of the Dutch and Dutch, at the lower step, the same palms are grabbed one by one, as if to force Klein's spirit into the most secluded and difficult part of the spiritual world.

For a time, these rotten palms were like the sea, dense, and constantly struggling to stretch up and send out a horrible gasp that could make people feel rooted. They scared Klein’s instinct to jump up and jumped three layers. Steps.

However, this countless palms belonging to the body of the giant did not stop, supported on the surface of the ladder, squirming upwards like the tide, drowning every inch of space below.

Klein was about to explore the right palm, take the "cancel the clock", to clean up the bullets and "killing" to solve this unclear "monster", and suddenly flashed two questions in his mind:

Where do these "palms" come from? Why is it in Grosell's subconscious?

The problem is a moment, the inspiration is sudden, Klein vaguely understands something, immediately give up using the "mortem clock", calmly breathe, and see the light ball.

The huge rotting palm of the hand rushed to his feet and grabbed his crotch and calves!

At this moment, they disappeared silently and never seemed to have appeared.

"Sure enough, this is the illusion that I was influenced by the influence of Grosell's subconscious. Here, the mind and the mind not only directly 'face' but also blend with each other. If there is no corresponding extraordinary ability, the more in-depth, the more likely it is to have emotions. The collapse, being eroded by the other's subconscious mind, eventually the 'mental body' is seriously polluted, and the whole person becomes a mentally ill person who cannot recover from reason, and this is likely to lead to loss of control... This is different from psychic, not keeping awake and Reason can avoid being polluted because it is already inside the target 'mental body'..." Klein silently and consciously realized.

He hesitated for a few seconds, turned his body, climbed up the ladder, and no longer went deep into Grosell's spiritual world, because he lacked the extraordinary ability to appease his own soul.

"After collecting the magical items in this area, consider the issue of continuing exploration." Klein determined the idea, the faster and faster, and finally jumped back to the dream of Grosell and returned to the "Giant Wang Ting "Guard the place where you live.

He felt exhausted and immediately left the dream, walked out of the blacksmith's shop in Grosse, and once again examined the strangeness of the world in the book.

"Grossel, Mobett and Shatas have been met so far, and when I was looking for people to chat around, I also heard about the devout priest Snoman and the 'philosopher' Longzel, but there is no Anderson. Hood, no Edwina Edwards, no Daniz, no Galman Sparo... So, is the deceased to have a new role in the book, or have stayed here for a long time, Will you be able to replicate your own adventures in your daily life?” Klein walked on the edge of the street shining in the setting sun, thinking about the problem that was critical to him.

If it is the previous speculation that the deceased will be "reborn" and become a new character, then Klein will not need to worry about anything, but if the latter, he will have to reduce the frequency of exploring the world in the book, and strictly control each time. The time of stay.

"At the moment, I can't judge. I will deal with it in the latter case. It is always right to be cautious..." Klein quickly decided to return to the fog.

At this time, he saw a familiar figure again.

The dark-eyed, blue-eyed Longzel sits on a long wooden chair on the street, staring blankly at the sky as if it had been burnt, as if contemplating.

Thinking of the former Ruth soldier's casket in his hand, ready to send back to Bakerland's Storm Church Cemetery, Klein sighed silently, walked over, sat down to Longzel, and asked casually. Road:

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, who am I, where do I come from, and where should I go back..." Longzel did not regain his gaze and said with a nightmare.

Not waiting for Klein to ask again, he shook his head and smiled:

"I always feel that I don't belong here, not myself, there is a place waiting for me to go back.

"They laughed at me and always thought about these useless questions, so I took the nickname of a 'philosopher'..."

As he spoke, he looked at the falling sunset and once again fell silent and smashed out God.

Klein didn't talk, sat quietly there, accompanied Longzel to see the setting sun, and then disappeared silently.

Longzel did not realize that the people around him had left, like a marble statue, looking far away, and had not moved for a long time.

............

After the replenishment, Alger Wilson commanded the "Blue Avenger" to leave the rebel private port and did not stay too much in the Rosde Islands.

He has to return to Paso Island to report his duties within the stipulated time.

At this moment, in the captain's room, he was looking forward to the illusory door of spirituality and expanded candlelight on the altar.

That is the door to sacrifice, and it is the door to accept the gift!

In the illusory voice, the mysterious door slowly opened, revealing the endless depth and darkness inside.

The light bursts from the inside, and immediately converges. When everything is calm, there are two more items on the altar. I don’t know when the door is full of strange symbols.

Alger was very calm and thanked Mr. Fool, and ended the ceremony in accordance with the process before reaching out to pick up the two items on the altar.

One of them is a neatly folded piece of paper, and the other is a transparent "Jellyfish" wrapped in azure water.

Alger first examined the latter and found that there were sometimes winds blowing whirlpools, sometimes silver and white flashes, and sometimes long-distance songs came out.

"This voice has a female feeling... It seems that the owner of this feature is a lady." Alger couldn't help but sigh, because it meant that no quasi-high-level member of the Storm Church was killed.

The Storm Church has no female quasi-high-level and high-level!

In addition to the extraordinary characteristics of the "Sea Singer", Alger unfolded the paper, skipped the main material column, quickly scanned the auxiliary materials, and finally stopped his eyes on the ceremonial part.

For him, there are already extraordinary characteristics. The main material is completely unimportant. You can look at it later. The auxiliary materials are of a type that is easier to collect. You don't need to care too much. Only rituals are the key. weight:

"In the belly of an Obnis, take a potion..." Alger silently read the contents of the ceremony, and the corresponding information quickly appeared in his mind:

Obnis is an ancient sea monster that can directly swallow a sailboat. It has a huge twisted body, as many as three heads and a tangled tentacle. It is the protagonist of many legends at sea;

Most of these sea monsters have been tamed by the storm church, with a fixed area of ​​activity, but do not know whether they have the wisdom of being close to humans.

"It's no wonder that the church wants to control Obnis, not other sea monsters... No wonder there are so many extraordinary people in the pirate's 'sailor' route, but only a few of them can reach the sequence 5, they are either directly obtained genetics, or ' The subordinates of the King of the Five Seas and the Queen of Mystery... Then where should I go to find Obnis who does not belong to the church...” Alger frowned and thought about how to bypass the storm church for promotion.

His first reaction was to find the "mysterious queen" Bernard, through the "star above", and to find out where Oubnis was not in the storm church. The second reaction is that it will expose itself. The risk, because the corresponding Obonis sea monster is likely to be the servant of the "mysterious queen", it will report everything seen to the owner.

"Well, this is the choice when there is no way to do it." Alger thought, and quickly got another idea.

That is to pray to the "fool"!

The resurgence of existence has secretly mastered the original authority of the "Poseidon" Cavitowa, which can drive the underwater creatures, and it is possible to know where Obnis can not find the power of any party!

"Don't worry, if you are promoted now, the uncontrolled dissipated spirituality can't hide the eyes of others. When you finish your duties, leave from Paso Island and try to pray again..." Alger calmed down and wrote down the "Ocean Song." "The recipe, then the paper is glued to the flame at the top of the candle.

Looking at the flames and swallowing formulas faster and faster, Alger's eyes are getting deeper and deeper.

When the remaining traces were processed, his sight fell onto a chart and locked a location:

Banxi!

Alger had planned to return to Paso Island on his way back to Banxi to see the current situation of the port.

He has already told the sailors about this idea, and everyone has no objection because they are equally curious as to why Banxi has been suddenly destroyed and wondered what it is now.

PS: In the early hours of the morning, add more.