Theoretically speaking, with his current strength, even with the addition of the black iron cross, an external spiritual storage, it is impossible to pull a dual-sequence true body into the gray fog. It is obvious that Jon should have used some method to suppress himself

Realm. But even so, the passage of spirituality is greater than Klein expected.

As a last resort, he could only interrupt the meeting.

"That's it for today."

All members of the Tarot Club stood up, crossed their fingers in front of their foreheads, and said, "Praise the Fool."

Likewise Jon, "Praise the Fool."

…

…

Return to the real world.

Klein first carefully scanned the surrounding area, and after repeatedly using divination methods to confirm that there was no danger, he relaxed his vigilance and began to whisper Jon's honorable name.

"Reflection of the river of time, the illusion of the mirror of space, the singularity of order and chaos, the witness of all destiny, the great Jon Joestar, I ask for your attention."

This was Jon's previous honorific name.

But Klein thought that with Jon's current state, even if he casually called "Jon Joestar", the other party would definitely be able to feel it.

Buzz——

The air hums.

A red portal opened in front of Klein's eyes, exuding the smell of sulfur.

Just looking at this door made him feel spiritually degenerated.

Fortunately, all the abnormalities quickly disappeared.

Jon, dressed at home, crossed thousands of mountains and seas and came to Klein.

"Long time no see, my friend." Jon said with a smile.

Klein said nothing, trying his best to suppress the previous signs of losing control.

When Jon saw it, he snapped his fingers.

Klein immediately dispersed all his earthly desires and became as calm as a Buddha.

"Ha!" Jon's smile turned into a smirk.

It's just a harmless joke, no malice intended.

After about a minute or two, Klein finally returned to normal and breathed a long sigh of relief. "We meet again after a long separation. Your way of greeting is really unique."

Jon shrugged, "I'm just trying to relax you. I think you've been a little tight lately. I want to relieve you of the pressure."

Don't say it.

Just don't say it.

After such a fuss, Klein did feel a lot more relaxed.

Although acting goes straight to the core of potions, the feeling of distorting and splitting oneself is also part of acting. In too many puppet shows and absurd comedies, Klein has long been exhausted physically and mentally, and he just keeps gritting his teeth and holding on.

"You are simply more professional than a psychiatrist now." Klein said in a complicated tone: "But thanks to you, the slight hidden danger of losing control has been eliminated."

Jon blinked, "Why don't you say thank you, Brother Jon."

Klein:……

Could it be that the best way to stay human is to not be human?

He coughed dryly and got down to business: "You have taken that step now, why are you still taking it?"

"Because I appear here just as a clone condensed from the ashes of the abyss, and my true body is still sitting in the abyss." Jon said matter-of-factly.

"Ashes of the Abyss?" Klein looked over and over again, but didn't notice any clues.

Jon spread his hands like a little bear and said helplessly: "To become a god, I need to go to the outer barrier to become a part of the protective force, but my path is too special. Even if I want to go, Manman and Lily won't trust me.

"

Manman, Lily.

If the Night Goddess and the Earth Goddess knew you called them that.

What?

I've called it before.

That's okay.

Klein looked solemn and said, "Amon is targeting me."

Jon: "I know."

"Miss Makima was really sent by you?" Klein asked.

Jon nodded, "She is a pretty interesting devil. She needs helpers. I usually ask her to run errands for me."

demon……

Such a beautiful person...

Sure enough it's not normal.

Klein forgot about it in the blink of an eye and said, "What are your plans next?"

As soon as he started talking, he was interrupted by Jon: "It's not that I have any plans, but what plans you have. Now that I have become a god, what other plans can I have? There is only one left to chop down the "Mother Tree of Desire"

. But to complete this matter, we still need your strength.

So here’s the problem.”

He stared into Klein's eyes and asked very seriously: "When will you become a god?"

Become a god?

I will be driven crazy by Amon!

Klein smiled bitterly: "I made a certain agreement with the Goddess of the Night. Don't ask me what it is. It involves keeping secrets. Even if you are Sequence 0, I can't tell you. Anyway, you have to know that I really need to sneak into the dusk in Saint Milon.

A giant palace will do."

Think of a solution quickly, Jon Meng!

Jon's face was full of helplessness: "I really can't deal with you, Nobi-kun."

Nobi-kun?

I'm not Nobita!

Although he wanted to say this, but faced with a problem that he could not solve, Klein still followed his heart and said, "Please show me a clear way."

Jon did not answer immediately, but asked Klein to tell him his preparations first.

Klein released Wilster Dale, "I originally planned to use the Marionette to find an opportunity to enter the Twilight Palace, but in Sequence 5..."

"Sequence 5 is not quite qualified, and you can't beat someone higher, right?" Jon could understand Klein's mood very well, "And Amon has been chasing you, which makes you feel overwhelmed."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yes, yes, that's right!" Klein nodded repeatedly.

My parents are the ones who gave birth to me, and my adoptive father is the one who knows me!

etc.

Foster father?

Klein seemed to remember something.

"Looking at you like this, I know you have a bad idea." Jon showed a 'teachable' expression.

Klein pondered for a moment and said: "The Church of the God of War is different from other churches. They pay more attention to connections such as kinship and blood ties, and it has become a custom to accept adopted sons and daughters."

Jon expressed his understanding. After all, it was inherited from the ancient giant royal court. A strong bloodline makes it easier to cultivate high-sequence strong men.

Klein said: "Through retrieving scattered memories, I found that Wilster also has an adoptive father, and his status within the Church of God of War is not low, but now Amon..."

"Don't worry about Amon. You are busy with your business. I decided to go and meet the naughty kid myself." Jon said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I persecuted Amon. I'm very itchy."

Thousands of miles apart.

"Sneeze!" Amon, who was talking to Makima about his illness, suddenly sneezed.

He is an angel on earth, a living mythical creature, and there are almost no minor illnesses like colds.

Wow——

The chair in the tavern was violently knocked down, and Amon's expression suddenly changed.

Ignoring the looks of the people around him, he took out his cell phone in his pocket, as if to confirm something.

After a while, Amon said to Makima with a livid face: "Nice to meet you, Miss Makima, but I have to go."

After saying that, it burst like a bubble and disappeared all of a sudden.

Makima with golden pupils smiled, took out a transparent twelve-ringed insect from her hair, and said softly: "I order you not to leave."
Chapter completed!