Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Dazzling light erupted where the hands and feet touched, and the gray and light gold complemented each other, as if they were constantly confronting each other in an unknown field.

Klein sat on top of the long bronze table, looking in horror at the crimson star corresponding to the little sun, he knew this figure, he had appeared in his dream!

How could other people be able to freely enter and exit the gray fog!

Klein looked at the figure, and the movement of his right hand to grab the sun brooch stopped.

That person showed a malicious, happy, excited, and crazy smile, which caused the current owner of this space to feel a sense of fear uncontrollably. The coolness crawled down the spine to the brain, and even Amon, who was trying to invade, couldn't care about it.

Amon, who was pulling the invisible rope, was like a monster with the head of a man and the body of a snake. A thought arose in Klein's heart: They are not good people. They'd better fight a big fight and lose both, so that I can mobilize the power of the gray mist to fight back. Clear them all.

Amon and the man who suddenly appeared are still in a stalemate. The crystal monocle keeps flickering, and the outline of the man is also flickering. The corridor looks like an old computer mainframe infected with a virus.

"Hehe, it turned out to be you."

With the other hand, Amon supported the crystal monocle. His eyes seemed to be able to see clearly the people blocking the way and the figure of the self-proclaimed fool above the gray mist through the spiritual barrier of the crimson stars.

He wandered between the two with his eyes, and suddenly showed a sly smile.

"Fool, do you know the identity of this person who helped you?"

"He can project power into here, aren't you afraid?"

"Did His power come here with your permission, or, like me, did it come uninvited?"

"Do you want to know what secrets He hides?"

The golden light rotates, condenses and shrinks, and the radiated power stirs up the gray mist, causing circles of ripples, and finally turns into a sticky light cluster the size of a palm, galloping into the mysterious passage formed by the crimson stars, slapping it fiercely The smiling face interrupted Amon's follow-up words.

Although he didn't understand what was going on with these two terrifying existences, Klein, who came back to his senses, held the sun brooch in his hand, contained the card of blasphemy, and used his own spirituality as a vortex to absorb the pried power from this space itself. An angel that embodies the coexistence of light and darkness, covering the crimson stars.

The projection of Wang Zichuan was swept by the black wings, and the huge wings that covered the dome suddenly swelled. Wang Zichuan looked back at Klein, showing a meaningful smile, and then his figure slowly disappeared into nothingness.

In the illusory and complex voice, Amon's figure suddenly fell backwards, cracked and dissipated.

...

In the deep darkness, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

A figure in a classical robe squeezed the crystal monocle, with a smile on his mouth, and said to himself:

"Fool, Chaos."

"Interesting, interesting."

...

The space above the gray mist returned to calm again, as if it hadn't changed since ancient times.

Klein sat quietly at the head of the long bronze table, feeling a little afraid to return to the real world for a while.

He was even worried that he would see it as soon as his consciousness returned. Amon on the left said to him, "Let me go up and have a look?", and a mysterious person on the right said to him, "Do you want to know my secret?" ?”

Life is not easy, Miao Miao sighed.

My sequence is still not high enough, I have to sum up the rules of playing magicians as soon as possible, speed up the digestion of potions, and get promoted as soon as possible.

When his spirituality was about to fail, Klein finally returned to the real world.

In the bathroom, the door was locked, and there was no one else except him.

Klein walked towards the living room and lay on the sofa exhaustedly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the magic lamp that was convulsing from time to time, and a huge doubt rose from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably.

The sky outside the window was gloomy, and even though it was still some time before evening, the living room was already dark, casting a faint shadow on people and things.

"Magic Lamp, can I ask you... your origin?"

The magic lamp didn't answer. After waiting for a while, Klein spoke again:

"Is that figure you?"

Suddenly, Klein felt the air on the other side of the couch blur, and his eyes blurred. A noble and gorgeous man sat on the sofa with his feet up, one hand holding the armrest of the sofa, and the other Lifting it, the magic lamp flew into his hand.

"Didn't Amon tell you that I'm hiding a big secret, how can I tell others casually."

Wang Zichuan played with the magic lamp like a toy.

"What is your purpose?"

"Wait for you to help me get out of trouble."

Wang Zichuan said nonchalantly.

"Or if I put it this way, you should be more acceptable."

"Some high-sequence Extraordinary may be in a sealed state, and they will pretend to be magical items that satisfy wishes to lure you to help him out of trouble, for example, the magic lamp of wishing."

Wang Zichuan showed the oil lamp in his hand to Klein, and added the same additional explanation:

"Rub the surface of it, say your wish out loud, and it will fulfill your wish. Do you want to give it a try?"

"How...how did you get there?"

Klein lowered his head, did not look at the magic lamp, and buried his face in the darkness.

"There... Hehe... You may not know where it is, but I can tell you that it is called Origin Castle. Seers, apprentices, and thieves all have the right to compete for it. This does not include me, so you don't have to worry."

"There are neither too many nor too few people who are qualified to compete for it, Amon, Palles, Zaratul, Antigonus, and Mr. Men."

"You have to work hard, I am optimistic about you."

Wang Zichuan looked at Klein, feeling that he was a little depressed and uneasy, so he continued to comfort him:

"Be happy, you are guarding the ring, they are all challengers, for them, finding the ring is not an easy task."

"And the only ones who dare to jump into the ring are Amon and Zaratul."

Feeling that Klein was not happy, Wang Zichuan thought about it again, and continued to comfort him:

"I will protect you, what else can't you think about?"

"I don't have money for potion ingredients."

Klein suddenly replied sullenly.

Wang Zichuan's expression froze, hesitatingly said:

"I have the potion formula of the Sun Priest, why don't you sell it for money?"

In the evening, Klein came to the south area of ​​the bridge to investigate whether the poor vampire imprisoned by the evil priest in the Harvest Church was law-abiding, and to confirm whether there was an opportunity for him to perform actively.

What happened during the day, Klein has a stronger desire for power, and is in a dangerous vortex, only he can save himself.

Regardless, life must go on.