How many years have you been trapped?

Why do I feel that the extraordinary world is far different from what I remember...

"Please give your orders to Qiao Qiao, Lord~" Jon hooked his arm around little Zaratul's shoulders, with a frivolous smile on his face that was completely inconsistent with his clothes.

At first glance, it looks like a gangster threatening a lonely old man.

Opposite me, Klein was suppressing his laughter so much that it made him feel uncomfortable.

But he knew that now was not the time to use his talent as a 'provocateur', so he deliberately lowered his face and said calmly: "Mr. Zaratul, now we can have a serious talk."

Talk?

Let me talk about your uncle!

Don't think that just because Zaratul looks kind, he must have a good temper.

Lao Yinbi, who has always been used to playing tricks on others, has been tricked by others for no reason. He only has ghosts when he is in a good mood.

Little Zaratul couldn't help but sneer: "Bertrand, don't be proud. Without my help, you will become Antigonus' marionette sooner or later."

Klein scratched his eyebrows and asked, "Really?"

He stared into little Zaratul's eyes, "Then let's wait and see."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Such decisiveness made little Zaratul a little at a loss.

But in the end he couldn't bring himself to stop him.

This is a ‘game’ on the table.

Whoever shows weakness first gives up the initiative.

only--

Little Zaratul turned his head stiffly, and happened to look into a pair of dark eyes.

Jon smiled evilly and curled up little Zaratul's gray beard with his fingers, "There are only two of us left, Lord Ren'er~"

Little Zaratul:......

On the other side, Klein, who left the steeple church, wanted to leave the foggy town.

But when he reached the edge, his whole body was suddenly teleported back in the opposite direction.

Seeing this, Klein sighed quietly in his heart.

It seems that even with the blessing of the goddess, it cannot violate the rules of the foggy town that prohibit entry and exit.

After repeated attempts to no avail, he simply gave up the idea and settled down at the entrance of the town, quietly waiting for the red moon to dissipate.

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A night of silence.

After the marionette army returned to the steeple church in confusion, Klein found its original position and successfully recovered the black iron cross.

"Thank you for your hard work." He said to the black iron cross that had lost its spirituality, and carefully hung it back on his neck.

For a period of time, he would not be able to use this extraordinary item.

Thinking of this, Klein reached out and grabbed it. It took three or four attempts to fish out Amon's historical projection.

At first, Amon's expression was slightly dull. It was not until the guy pinched his monocle that his eyes became alert. He looked at the environment to his left and right, then carefully checked Klein's status, and chuckled: "As expected.

You, in terms of survival, I would like to call you the strongest."

Hearing this, three black lines appeared on Klein's head.

Although he knew that Amon had stolen many memories of his previous life, he still couldn't adapt to the occasional nostalgic line.

Shaking his head, Klein got down to business.

I heard that little Zaratul was half-forced to bind the historical projection of 'Jon Joestar', which made Amon very happy.

He slapped his legs gracelessly and laughed: "Okay, Klein, you did a good job!"

"I didn't expect that the old bastard would capsize in the ditch one day. It's a pity that I didn't see the expression on his face. It must be very exciting."

Klein didn't smile, and said worriedly: "It's only been one night, and my protective treasure can no longer be used. Although I have the intention to show off that old guy Zaratul, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of, that you won't survive tonight?" Amon pinched his monocle.

Klein thought this guy was going to say something like, 'I have everything, so you can confront Zaratul boldly' or something like that.

Unexpectedly, Amon actually nodded with great approval, "Yes, if there is no accident, you will definitely not survive tonight."

Klein opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he just grabbed Amon's shoulder with force: "Meng Ge Meng Ge, help, help!"

Amon spread his hands: "Ak, my good brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I am helpless. You are a demigod. Even if you are a saint, I can still exert 1% of my true self."

Without spiritual support, it would be very difficult for me to do anything.”

Klein didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in his words.

He has also summoned many historical projections.

Putting aside the special case of 'Jon Joestar', the Amon in front of him is definitely the most special one he summoned.

Of course, this specialness does not refer to identity.

But...

Klein pondered for a moment, seemed to have made up his mind, and stretched out his hand like a curly baboon: "Lend me your monocle."

"Monocle? No, no, this is my treasure. Besides, these glasses are just a part of my historical projection." Amon still wanted to pretend.

But when he met Klein's eyes, he suddenly felt very boring. He chuckled and said: "Okay, okay, you have some eyesight, but why should I help you? Do you understand the value of the uniqueness of the wrong path?

.”

"Why? These glasses are part of the support given to me!" Klein said with great certainty.

He is not stupid, he can even be said to be very smart.

Even if you can't figure out the situation at the first time, you can always see some clues as time passes.

Honakis's trip was a test for him, and it contained certain dangers.

However, this does not mean that he is some pitiful little man who has no father and no love from his mother.

On the contrary, both the Night Goddess and Jon have given him considerable support in various places.

Klein still held out his hand, "Stop talking nonsense and give it to me quickly."

Amon clicked his tongue and said reluctantly: "This thing is indeed prepared for you, but it's not the time yet."

Hearing this, Klein was slightly startled.

Immediately, some enlightenment came to my mind.

Since little Zaratul is not qualified, it can only be that person.

——The demon wolf Antigonus who lives in the palace on the peak of Honakis!

But big brother, rescuing people is like putting out fire. If I can’t pass the level of Zarathul in the foggy town, how can I go to the Peak Palace to find Antigonus?

Amon seemed to have seen through Klein's psychological activities and spread his hands like a little bear: "I don't care, anyway, the order I received is to hand over this monocle to you at the last moment. As for whether I can wait until the last moment...hehe

, it’s none of my business.”

The conversation changed, "But don't be too disappointed. Although we don't have these glasses, we are still good brothers. I will definitely help you with whatever I can. Don't worry about that."

Klein looked Amon up and down.

Without the spiritual support of the black iron cross, although the Amon projection he fished out was still agile under the influence of the uniqueness of the error, its strength was almost at the level of Sequence 4.

Like him, cricket demigod.

He's still the kind of demigod who doesn't last long. He might give up after just two hits.

Then the question comes——

How can two demigods defeat a weak angel?

Waiting online, it’s quite urgent!

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At dusk.

Klein and Amon returned to the steeple church.

When I opened the door and walked in, I heard the familiar "wind chime" murmur as before.

Klein, who had already seen the weirdness of this place, showed no expression on his face as he went straight to the diagonal rear of the statue of ‘Mother of Heaven’.
To be continued...