dark.

Darkness.

Little Zaratul felt that he no longer belonged to himself.

He is a marionette.

It's not completely controlled.

Looking up with difficulty.

There are countless worms entangled on the stone-carved throne. Those small worms with three-dimensional patterns form a living black vortex, with weird tentacles twisting and twisting.

Looking around, there are many men and women with stiff expressions hanging on spiritual threads.

Like himself, those people were also Antigonus' prey.

"snort!"

Little Zarathu secretly despised Antigonus's taste.

Hang up the marionette?

It is indeed a beast.

That being said...

The status quo remains unchanged.

Little Zaratul thought to himself: "We have to find a way to escape as soon as possible."

At this moment, Antigonus's tentacles suddenly stretched into the void!

Little Zaratul was startled.

After repeatedly confirming that the other party was not targeting him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, an ordinary face flashed in the old Yinbi's mind.

"Bertrand, you little bastard, don't think twice about plotting against me!"

Lost.

But not completely lost.

He also has Bertrand's marionette in his hand.

Well.

If that can really be considered a secret puppet...

Observing Antigonus carefully - thanks to the hidden 'secret attendant' characteristic, he will not lose control when facing the mythical creature form of the King of Angels.

Little Zarathu began to communicate with the rusty cross.

Feel the spirituality contained in it.

He was overjoyed.

"Sure enough, a perfect incarnation!"

Extraordinaries of the Hanged Man path are good at flesh magic and shadow magic.

Sherlock Moriarty was originally the back-up man for Klein's resurrection, and little Zaratul could naturally use it, but it would take a lot more effort.

"I want this guy in the cross to think I'm Bertrand, to fool him, to fool him."

Little Zaratul began to calculate silently: "With all the crow marionettes gone, there is only a little bit of power that can be used... Oh, it will take a long time to accumulate."

After spending countless years in the steeple church, I waited for Bertrand.

And now, I have to stay with Antigonus for countless years...

Even though little Zaratul had a strong mind, he couldn't help but feel sad.

It’s difficult——

Why is it so difficult for me to get promoted in Chachacha?

Those gods.

Why don't those blind gods place bets on me!

Thinking.

Deep resentment arose in little Zaratul's heart.

He swore.

When they reach the throne of "The Fool", those people will pay the price sooner or later.

Especially that bitch!

Anyway, it couldn't get any worse. Little Zaratul viciously slandered the goddess of the night.

If it weren't for the goddess of the night, he would have returned to the real world and been promoted to Sequence 1!

Unfortunately, my body has become crazy because of the lack of historical projection, and the secret order established by myself is probably over.

What's even more annoying is that something like the Church of Fools actually appears in the outside world!

"The Fool" has not yet been decided.

How dare those people!?

"Calm down..." Little Zaratul kept warning himself in his heart, "You must be calm at this time."

One wrong step, one wrong step after another.

If Antigonus discovers him, everything will be over.

"If I fool half a fool, I will undoubtedly become the person closest to that position."

A glimmer of light flashed in little Zarathuva's dark water-like eyes.

"Crisis is also an opportunity!"

…

"Crisis is also an opportunity."

Klein took a deep breath: "All I can do is make a desperate move and create possibility out of the impossibility."

Grandpa Pales heard this and agreed: "The battle for the sequence is extremely dangerous. Without the determination to die, you will not reach the end."

As he spoke, his expression looked a little lonely.

At first.

He ended up in this situation because he lacked the determination to fight Amon to the death.

But on second thought, it might be considered a blessing in disguise.

Grandpa Pales counted the time and said: "The promotion ceremony will end soon. When this kid wakes up, you can..."

"I don't intend to put Leonard in trouble." Klein said firmly: "I'll go to Antigonus myself."

"But, what can you do with your current spiritual state?"

Grandpa Pales' expression changed: "Although the status of the demigod is low, he has the blessing of the goddess of darkness, so he should be able to help you."

"I know, and I also understand that the goddess will not let her beloved die in vain." Klein said in a solemn tone, "But no one can help me with this matter, I can only do it myself."

"You don't want your friends to put themselves in danger." Grandpa Pales exposed Klein's lie.

Klein remained silent.

In any case, it is interesting enough that the poet classmate can enter the Honakis Mountains to help him.

Antigonus, like Adam and Mr. Men before him, is a being infinitely close to a god.

Facing such an opponent, Klein himself felt terrified, so how could he ask others?

What else does Grandpa Pales want to say?

Suddenly, the darkness dissipated.

The red moonlight shines again.

Leonard suddenly opened his eyes.

He opened his mouth and let out a roar that sounded like a wolf's howl.

Klein:???

Brother, for me, you turned into a werewolf.

I was so moved.

The remnants of the 'Night Watch' potion dissipated with the howling, and Leonard's eyes regained clarity.

Shaking his head, he first looked around in astonishment. Then he suddenly realized something and quickly used the night watchman's spiritual skills to sink into his own mental world and met Grandpa Pales and Klein.

Klein said with a relaxed look: "Congratulations, you have finally become a demigod."
To be continued...