I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

Above the gray fog.

Klein sat on the high-backed chair of The Fool, spreading spirituality and flocking to the crimson star representing the chariot, which was rising and shrinking.

"Mr. Chariot has been very active recently. He solved a low-ranking evil spirit just a few days ago. What did he provoke tonight?"

With a relatively relaxed mood, Klein connected to the crimson star, and suddenly saw a picture. The picture seemed to be a hotel. The room was brightly lit, and he saw a young black-haired man praying. There is a photo on the table.

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who controls good luck..."

"Dear Mr. Fool, I'm investigating a man. I suspect he was involved in the Great Smog incident in Backlund. This man is now in Port Damir."

"I hope to get as much information about him as possible, and I hope you can help me release this request to the members of the Tarot Club. I will give the corresponding compensation according to the level of detail of the information, and make sure that the compensation will not be less than 100 pound."

......

"The man related to the Backlund smog incident?"

The relaxed mood just now was swept away, and Klein involuntarily sat up straight with a serious expression: "The 'chariot' did not mention his name, because he was worried that he would be divination, and if he mentioned it, he would be informed. The powerhouse of the grid?"

He naturally swept to the photo on the desktop, and after zooming in on the picture, a man appeared in Klein's eyes.

It was a middle-aged man with dark golden hair, one blind eye, dark blue pupils, a high nose, and a deep pursed lips. His facial features were as profound as statues, without the slightest wrinkle.

Boom.

Klein's mind suddenly went blank.

He vaguely heard a low, extremely magnetic voice ringing in his ears.

"We are the guardians and a group of poor creatures who are always fighting against danger and madness."

team leader...

Suddenly, some images poured out from the depths of his memory uncontrollably, and flashed before Klein's eyes.

In the dim aisle, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor in the faint and indistinct moonlight.

The figure was wearing a black tunic that was shorter than a robe and longer than a formal suit.

The figure was half-integrated into the darkness, bathed in the cold crimson moonlight.

The figure slowly turned around, his eyes were deep, dark, and indifferent.

The screen turned.

He saw that in a room of the lunatic asylum, a figure wearing a knee-length black trench coat and a silk top hat of the same color walked in front of Hood Eugen in two steps, raised the special revolver in his hand, and pressed it against the opponent's head .

Bang bang bang bang!

The figure took five shots in a row, and Hood Eugen's head swelled, like a watermelon falling to the ground from a height, and a red and white rainstorm poured over every corner of the room.

At this moment, that figure is so handsome.

The screen turns again.

He saw again that he seemed to have come to Tingen City, to the house of the Blackthorn Security Company, and to the day he would never forget.

He saw a blood-stained, crumpled umbilical cord with traces of fire lying on the ground there, he saw a figure in a thin black trench coat still standing there, and saw that the heart inside the urn of St. Selina was still there. beating slowly.....

"We saved Tingen."

Gu Li </span> The figure turned his head sideways, with a gentle and relaxed smile on his pale face, and his voice was as mellow as ever.

After speaking, he seemed to be back when he was 20 years old, no longer so calm and no longer so serious and squeezed his left eye.

At this time, the heart in the urn of St. Selina stopped beating, turned into a bright spot of light, and dissipated around. He saw the figure leaning back and his hands were loosened.

Boom!

St. Selena's urn fell to the ground...

All the pictures disappeared.

Klein, who was sitting in the high-back chair, didn't know when to put his hand on his chest, and the corners of his eyes were wet: "Captain..."

Then, looking at the photo in the crimson star, the corner of Klein's mouth gradually rose, and gradually, he slowly pulled out an exaggerated, funny, clown-like smile: "Ince! Zangwill!"

At this moment, God knew that Klein wanted to pounce on him, stabbed a revolver into the man's blind eye, and then pulled the trigger to sound the death knell for him, watching his head explode like a balloon, watching There are red and white things sprayed everywhere!

Klein will never forget that at the end of that day, Ince Zangwill appeared in front of him, wearing a pair of brand-new leather boots. His shoes were so clean that there was no blood on them. But fell into a pool of blood.

How could he be so clean!

How could he be so clean!

cluck cluck...

Klein heard the sound of his teeth clenching. If it was in reality now, he would have bitten his mouth full of blood. Only the rust and bitter taste could lighten the hatred in his heart.

Klein closed his eyes and calmed down his emotions through meditation.

Gradually regaining his calmness, he began to seriously examine the news sent by the 'chariot'.

"Ince Zangwill is on Port Damir. In any case, I can't make it to Port Damir in time. However, I can use the way I summon myself to accommodate the Dark Emperor card and go through the spirit world."

"I can ask the 'chariot' to pray to Mr. Fool so that I can locate myself in the spiritual world without fear of getting lost, but even so, after arriving at Port Damir, I have no ability to avenge Ince Zangwill. ."

"Backlund's underground at that time, I have confirmed with my own eyes that the man is already a demigod, and he has that thing in his hand..."

"But I still have to go there and try my best to create conditions to test Ince Zangwill. At least I have to figure out what kind of strength this man has right now."

"I need a helper. The Chariot is investigating. This is a helper, but it's not enough."

Klein looked at the other stars, and then threw the picture of the 'chariot' praying together with the sound into the two stars representing 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man'.

"Miss Justice is an aristocrat, and her status at www.uukanshu.com is no trivial matter. After she learns the news, she should inform the Church of Evernight, just like the Great Smog incident in Backlund last time."

"Mr. Hanged Man belongs to the Church of Storms, and the Church of Storms is conducting an investigation on Bansi Harbor. They can arrive as soon as possible, if Mr. Hanged Man sends the news out."

After doing this, Klein interlaced his hands and fingers, propped his chin, and looked at the photo in the star of 'The Chariot': "Just in Port Damir, let as many people as possible test Ince Zangwill. , to find out the depth of his strength..."

"As far as I know, Ince Zangwill has at least the strength of a 'gatekeeper' of the Death Path Sequence 5. Later, he took St. Selina's urn and became a demigod. I'm afraid he changed his path and became a 'Sleepless'. Sequence 4 of the 'pathway' 'Night Watchman'."

"In addition, he also has that level 0 sealed artifact of the audience pathway... This is what I know about Ince Zangwill's strength."

"I can provide some information to the 'chariot', no, sell it to him, so that it is more in line with the character of the 'world'."

Taking another look at the photo in the crimson star, Klein wrapped himself in spirituality and left above the gray fog.

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