"When Path became a god, extreme chaos broke out, and people's malice and desires were out of control, but "the bound ones"... nothing seemed to happen.

Klein didn't know that the newly promoted "Bound One" only stayed on the throne for a few days before losing his uniqueness. He also didn't know that Edward was just getting ready to feel sad when attending his friend's funeral when he suddenly remembered that his friend still owed him one and only.

How complicated the mood is during sex. He trotted among the fragments of history, thinking of the way the nightgown and clothes suddenly attacked him. Klein nodded slightly and confirmed that this was from the Rose School based on his rich experience of being attacked.

Attack method - Immediately afterwards, his breathing stagnated, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out from behind.

"If He is the dual-path true God of prisoners and criminals, then wouldn't my contacting Richard Ernst be tantamount to seeking death?"

I gave Him my own bones and flesh! The Prisoner Path is best at cursing!

"Or is it that they are still struggling? Or that the new gods don't care about them? Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Edward Vaughn does not have any followers or affiliated organizations... When I was searching for information in the Aurora Society before,

, the Dark Saint told me that he occasionally assists the Aurora Society and the True Creator in doing some things, but it is not an affiliation, it is more like an occasional collaboration... Well, they are all the remnants of the villainous past."

Klein's brows furrowed slightly, and cold sweat rolled down near his temples.

Indeed, with the curse ability of the "prisoner" path, if Richard Ernst really got Edward Vaughn's order to do something to him, he would have been cursed to death the moment his little finger was thrown over.

Any suspense.

"What does Edward Vaughan have to do with that gray-haired demon?"

"They have one thing in common, that is, they attack me every time they appear." Klein thought of the past, when the True Creator and the demon came to visit him. The other party wanted to attack him, but the True Creator stopped him.

"Judging from the situation when Ince Zangwill was killed, it was probably that strange demon who became a god, but now it's Edward Vaughn who appears again... Is he a different person, or two of the same person?

A face? If it’s the relationship between me and the ‘world’, who is real?”

Klein couldn't figure out the outcome and immediately abandoned this doubt.

There is no use thinking about this, survival is the most important thing now!

"He or they all want to keep taking action against me. The essence is that they want to kill the person who owns the Origin Castle. I am just the second best."

"I am now Sequence 3. Did He feel that I should take action again? It's strange, then during the period from my Sequence 4 to my promotion, the True Creator was not around. Why didn't He take action? Why did He let me become Sequence 3? This happened before

With so many big things going on, it would be strange if the true god of the path of demons and prisoners did not push or control these chaos at all.”

Klein's eyes widened slightly: "Is there no chance?"

A vague guess occurred in his mind, but now is not the time to be immersed in emotions. Spirituality is consumed rapidly, and the time he can stay in the fog of history is getting shorter and shorter. Klein abruptly stopped these thoughts and turned to the present.

The most important thing:

"If I have Origin Castle, He will always take action against me."

"The God of Thunder cannot protect me 24 hours a day. He can make countless mistakes, but my Sequence 3 is so fragile that they will die if I look at them. He succeeds once, and then he only needs to wait for me next to my body.

Resurrection and kill again, and I'm completely finished."

Klein stopped, stayed in the fog of history, and sat down slowly.

After he stopped, the surrounding fog suddenly became thicker, and a group of bouncing flames gradually gathered around him. Klein waved towards the flames, and Fulgrim's dogs happily ran out, surrounding Klein.

Ryan wagged his tail.

As if they were aware of the "great being"'s depressed mood, several Fulgrim dogs boldly approached Klein and rubbed their heads against Klein's shoulders.

Klein dodged the flames extending from the eyes of the Dogs of Fulgrim, then stroked their heads and backs skillfully, and sighed softly.

"And Arrods, you all gathered around me because of Sefirah Castle, but I am not the 'great master'."

"I have a choice in front of me now. If I make this choice, I don't know what will happen in the future. But if I don't make this choice, maybe I will soon experience the feeling of being stuck at the resurrection point and killing twice in a row.

"

Klein muttered, touched each of Fulgrim's dogs again, and then ran wildly into the distance.

In the dark world, Fulgrim's dogs jumped and followed him, passing through fragments of history one after another, and finally broke out of the fog!

He landed on a mountain covered with snow. There seemed to be many strange tents and buildings at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. They were covered with a thick layer of snow, and no one was walking among them. They should have been abandoned. Klein

After landing, he ran straight down the snow-capped mountain into the distance. His feet stepped on the snow as thick as his calves, leaving long traces along the way.

"Amon!"

On the deserted border mountains, he shouted again!

"Amon!"

TBC

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Follow me quickly! (referring to imagination)
Chapter completed!