The gray fog is boundless, the crimson stars are far or near, and the towering temple is still standing.

But Klein ignored all of this, because he saw his own picture and heard illusory and overlapping prayers:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck."

......

The voice kept reverberating and the layers were intertwined, and Klein's spirit became irritable and messy. It was as if he had just fallen asleep when he heard a blurry picture of the upstairs beating the table and hitting the floor.

At this time, he was completely sure that the ritual incantation he conceived could point here accurately, pointing at himself!

This filled Klein's heart with a sense of accomplishment, and felt that his groping from scratch was very effective. This made him feel good, and he felt that the prayers that hovered in his ears like flies became acceptable.

With a move in his heart, he tried to convey the 'answer' sketched in his mind to himself through a subtle connection.

"I know."

Immediately wrapped himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling back into the bedroom, when he returned to the real world, he heard his own answer in his mind.

The voice of this answer resounded in his mind, just as God answered him.

"Hehe...hehe..." Klein smiled involuntarily, he couldn't restrain himself, "I can finally respond to other people's prayers like 'God'!"

Klein waved his hands, and it took seven or eight minutes before he calmed down, and this was because he had to continue his attempts at the 'sacrifice ceremony' and the 'gift ceremony'.

"Try the sacrificial ceremony first." After Klein picked up the unused materials on the ground, he took out the corresponding materials according to the sacrificial ceremony bestowed by God in his mind.

He took a deep breath, "It should only be necessary to change God's honorable name to my incantation."

After thinking about it for a while, Klein took out a demon hunting bullet from his body and placed it on the ritual altar. He began to lower his head, and whispered the incantation:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck."

"Your faithful believers beseech your gaze;"

"I beg you to accept their offerings;"

"I pray that you will open the gates of the kingdom."

......

After Klein finished reciting the spell, the four black dots on the back of his hand stood out again. They were like natural moles and were very inconspicuous.

At the same time, he heard an illusory call again, an inaudible call that came and went quickly.

Klein glanced at the Demon Hunting Bullet at the sacrifice ceremony. It was still motionless there, and the altar didn't move at all. He instantly understood what he was doing. He took four steps in the opposite direction again, cooperated with the corresponding incantation, and experienced roars and murmurs. Come to the gray fog.

This time, he saw the gray fog space and the altar in the real world, forming an invisible passage.

Klein's thoughts moved, his spirituality surged, and he rolled up the Demon Hunting Bullet on the altar. The next moment, the Demon Hunting Bullet appeared directly in the gray fog space.

"Sure enough!" At this moment, Klein was extremely excited. Before, he doubted whether God would tell him the ritual that should be fake, or if he used this ritual, it would be like those in the cases recorded in the Night Watcher's data. Evil sacrificial rituals, like losing their lives.

Therefore, I have to experiment first. If I find that this ritual is not right above the gray fog space, I will immediately terminate it. Anyway, I pray to him, and it is up to him to respond or not.

When he saw that the passage was only connected to the altar, he was relieved to complete the sacrifice.

"It seems that God is really not an evil god."

Although Klein has entered God's kingdom of God and seen some holy and pure light and crosses, this does not mean that God is not an evil god, and some evil gods can disguise.

This was only understood after Klein joined the Nighthawks.

He had thought before that he would only use contributions to exchange knowledge, instead of giving other things, so as to avoid the need to arrange rituals, and then God would use this ritual to descend or infiltrate power to come out.

Sidor did not expect that after joining the Nighthawks, Klein would actually suspect that he was a Heretic God. .

"The next step is the gifting ceremony."

Klein wrapped himself in spirituality again, returned to the real world, and arranged a gifting ceremony. He wanted to bestow the Demon Hunting Bullets on the gray fog again.

After doing everything, he whispered the incantation:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck."

"Your faithful believers beseech your gaze;"

"I pray that you will open the gates of the kingdom;"

"I ask you to grant them what they ask for."

......

After some operations, the Demon Hunting Bullet returned to the real world smoothly. Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Immediately after looking at the time, there was still a little time before three o'clock. Klein felt his spirituality and had already consumed a lot.

"Meditate first to restore your spirituality, then meet on time."

......

Inside the townhouse.

Sidor opened the silver pocket watch with a "pop", glanced at the time, and showed a slight smile on his face.

After confirming that the wall of spirituality was well laid out, he sat on the single sofa with Erlang's legs crossed without the slightest tension.

When he thought of Roselle's diary that the Tarot Club would hand in for a while, Hidell couldn't help but want to laugh.

In the last few seconds, he picked up the sweet iced tea on the table and took a sip. The taste was similar to the iced black tea in the previous life, but after one sip, it really made people feel a lot more refreshing.

When he put down the bottle, a crimson light flashed before his eyes, drowning him.

......

An ancient sailboat sailed downwind on the dark blue raging Sunia Sea. .

Alger Wilson locked himself in the captain's room and let the ghost ship give the highest level of protection.

The pocket watch in front of him was spread out, and next to the brass sextant, he was walking da da da, not cheerful enough, and showing tension.

The hour and minute hands~lightnovelpub.net~ The second hand just pointed to the correct position, a cloud of crimson burst out in front of Alger Wilson's eyes, ignoring the layers of protection,

hey...his sigh echoed with the captain's room.

......

Backlund, Queens.

Audrey Hall leaned against the velvet pillow and looked at the yellow-brown paper in her hand again. Her gem-like eyes seemed to hide two slowly rotating soul vortexes.

She had taken the potion and became a 'spectator'.

But, something went wrong, her pet Susie drank her first potion.

"I really don't know what's going to happen."

Finally, she adjusted her mind, her eyes became calm and cold, as if waiting for a drama to be staged.

When the pointer pointed to the correct position, the crimson burst out of thin air, and she 'watched' herself being engulfed with a downward attitude.