franphil Chapter 110 Beware of the Audience
Chapter 110 Beware of the Audience
Chapter 110 Beware of the Audience
Klein panicked and quickly blew his whistle.
"Damn it, I've used up all my undead spirits, and there aren't any undead spirits around here that I can communicate with or control."
"Even the gates to the underworld can't be opened here?"
Ince Zangwell's face was extremely pale. He couldn't open the Gate of Death. Wasn't this targeting the Grim Reaper's Path?
"Hmph, I wonder what happened to Mr. Azik's bones... No... What am I thinking... I can't think about it... I can't think about it..."
After Klein blew the whistle, he quickly tried to control the incessant inner turmoil within him.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but the gap between you and me can't be bridged by these things."
Ince Zangwell glanced at Klein with disdain.
"Restraint!"
He uttered a powerful word of the dead, directly enslaving Klein's spirit through his physical body.
Klein's hands gripped his own neck uncontrollably; the feeling was awful, but he couldn't resist. He seemed to see something, and his eyes widened in terror:
"Behind you... "
Ince Zangwell snorted coldly, tightened his control, and ended Klein's life.
Only then did he have time to carefully examine his surroundings. When he discovered that the murals on the left side of the palace depicted scenes of himself, his expression turned extremely grim.
"How is this possible?"
"Why am I in the mural? What is this place?"
When Ince Zangwell saw his reflection in the mural, holding an ordinary quill pen, he realized, "Where's 0-08?" He should have looked for the quill pen first after falling down. Why did he forget?
Plop!
The dragon's tail pierced Ince Zangwell's chest like a sharp spear.
Behind the former archbishop of the Church of the Night, a pair of pale gold eyes indifferently watched the "gatekeeper".
Ince Zangwell shuddered, then collapsed to the ground, completely unaware of what had happened.
Only Klein saw it clearly. He saw the quill pen float up, gradually becoming ethereal, and then human figures gradually materialized from it, like a dream descending from a phantom realm into reality.
Sealed artifact 0-08 was created after it came into contact with the "message" from the City of Miracles.
"The Nightmare Dragon," "Alshogod," this ancient dragon was resurrected from the gods, from the mists of history, from the illusory realm of fantasy.
"I was able to wake up in this era."
"This is a real surprise."
"Shael" looked at the faintly emerging illusory dragon scales on his arm and let out a sound that was hard to tell whether it was surprise or a sigh.
So it really was a hacked account after all?
However, his current identity is simply 'Alsukhod'.
"I didn't expect it to attract your attention."
"The Fool..."
Xia'er looked up, gazing at the deepest part of the historical mist. Her golden pupils were vertical and cold, carrying the cruelty and greed of a predator. Complex and three-dimensional mysterious symbols emerged from the surrounding void, extending and merging into the depths of the dreamlike divine kingdom projection.
future.
Above the gray fog, Klein, who had divined his afterlife through dream interpretation, was nearly scared to death by the word "fool."
Family members, does anyone understand?
He died inexplicably once, and then, wanting to figure out what happened, he encountered Ince Zangwell, who was suspected of being used by some being to release or resurrect some kind of terrifying entity. This entity was even able to discover his past.
How did he know I was a fool?
Could it be related to the sealed artifact 0-08?
Golden vertical pupils, gray hair, a long dragon tail, and cold features—this can't possibly be human, right?
He...he's connected to dragons?
Combining the unusual thoughts expressed in the hall earlier, what about the high-sequence extraordinary individuals among the audience?
Klein's brain was rapidly analyzing the situation. Having previously glimpsed the Eternal Sun, he was prepared to endure the headache and gain occult knowledge, such as the recipe for a potion through the audience's pathway, when he saw the emerging illusory runes.
Anyway, he only occupied it, and what he occupied was still the past. No matter how powerful the other party was, could they be stronger than the Eternal Blazing Sun?
That's what Klein originally thought!
But suddenly, he found his perspective had become clearer, as if he were actually there!
Something's not right!
Seeing the 'audience' walking towards him from not far away, if he weren't in a spirit state and didn't have a heart, Klein would have been scared to death. Wasn't I above the gray fog?
Dream Maze.
"Shael" hadn't expected that Klein would have so much free time. He had only died once during this period, and after being resurrected in the future, he immediately took over the story, determined to see how the plot would develop.
Dream occupancy, in essence, is about entering a dream world and gaining insights from it.
How could a dream be so polite as to occupy my "nightmare dragon"?
Various mysterious symbols emerge behind "Chael" and blend into the surrounding dream labyrinth.
The insightful person's ability allows him to be free from the constraints of external influences.
Then, Klein's occupation of the dream labyrinth established a certain connection with Mr. Fool's occupation of the dream.
"Shael" also appeared as a "dream demon" in Mr. Fool's "dream divination" and even thoughtfully helped to extend the time of the dream divination.
If the Goddess of Night hadn't granted Klein the "Dream Blessing," "Shael" could now be trying to play around with hypnosis in dreams. Unfortunately, the Goddess of Night didn't leave any loopholes, and it's unclear who she was guarding against.
He approached the Fool, shrouded in a gray mist, step by step. As he moved forward, the dream world began to shake, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. There was clearly still a distance between him and the Fool.
Seemingly sensing that time was running out, the Nightmare Dragon stopped and looked at the Fool, who was frozen in place by sleep paralysis and didn't know how to move. It spoke in pure dragon language:
"Is this dream reaching its limit?"
"We will meet again, Fool."
A gray, foggy space.
I'm having a lucid dream, and I'm dreaming about a terrifying part of the dream. I'm desperately trying to wake up, but I just can't. It's as if someone in the dream is pulling my "Fool" away. I see that terrifying thing finally stops getting closer to me, and I realize that I'm about to wake up. I finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"We will meet again, Fool."
It was clearly the language of dragons, which Klein hadn't studied in much detail yet, but he could understand it perfectly, as if the voice was resounding directly from his heart.
As the dream shattered, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and heard a whisper in his ear.
"Watch out for the audience."