Chapter 282: Altar

"What altar?" Klein admired this ancient city from the Fourth Epoch, seeing in it the asymmetrical beauty of the Solomon Empire.

"The altar of the 'Red Priest'!" Azik stepped forward directly and pushed open the city walls of this ancient city with a boom.

This city, sealed in dust for who knows how many years, was finally able to be opened.

Klein did not sense any danger and looked inside; there was only a terrifying, massive pit within.

Klein did not see the so-called altar, nor did he see anything else at all; there was only a deep, endless abyss.

"In this fragment of recorded information, only this altar is real. It is what remained after the 'Hidden Emperor' killed the 'Blood Emperor'; it is their battlefield."

An altar and a battlefield? Klein thought of the "Blood Emperor" he had seen, pinned to an altar by the Spear of Destiny, God's Blood dripping down and soaking into many runes.

"Now it is gone." Azik's expression was grave.

"That altar..." Klein asked.

"The altar of the 'Red Priest'." Azik repeated the sentence.

Klein suddenly realized; this was likely equivalent to a gun in a Soldier's hand, or a Magical Item in a Beyonder's hand.

"There might be some trouble now." Azik Eggers looked at the massive pit for a long time without speaking, then took a step back and placed his hand on Klein's shoulder.

"You can recall the coordinates here through divination. When you have learned enough knowledge, you can also come here to take a look. For now, let's go back." Azik said softly in explanation.

Klein naturally had no objections; the knowledge he had gained today was already enough.

"Hum!" The absurd world, like an oil painting, appeared once again. Klein could clearly feel his body moving away from the Spirit World and returning to Reality.

The world soon returned to normal. After opening his eyes, Klein discovered he had returned to his detective agency. Mr. Azik had already left, perhaps related to that altar.

"Uh..." Klein only felt the world spinning; he was not yet accustomed to the sensation of such rapid Teleportation.

"Klein!" Leonard shouted with pleasant surprise.

"I'm fine." Klein shook his head, looked at the pleasantly surprised Leonard and the others, and nodded gently. Even Miss Sharon and Maric looked over with concern.

"Someone saved me; I didn't fall into Trissy's hands," Klein sat on the sofa, gently rubbed his brow, and explained briefly.

"It's good you weren't captured." Leonard's expression suddenly turned somewhat strange.

"I heard that the Dream believers captured by the Witch usually end up quite..." Leonard struggled to think of an appropriate adjective.

"Then you rest first. I'll go notify Beierte and the others. The Aurora Order is also looking for you, and there's Bishop Chumen's side as well." Leonard said a few words and left quickly.

During the time Klein was missing, they had also exhausted every method to try and rescue him.

"If you have any problems, you can call us." Maric and Miss Sharon also nodded gently toward Klein and left, leaving behind a quiet environment.

Klein went straight back to his room, collapsed onto the bed, and quickly entered a state of sleep.

He did not know how much time had passed before he slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window at the crimson night; his mind was a blank, and it took a long time for him to react.

"I suppose I survived a great disaster." Klein suddenly felt intense hunger and hurriedly climbed up.

"There is dinner prepared for you in the kitchen." Maric appeared from nowhere, giving Klein a start.

He had been sitting upright in the darkest corner; with his "Living Corpse" constitution, Klein had not noticed him.

"Oh, thank you!" Klein expressed his gratitude, then finished the still-warm dinner as quickly as possible.

"Finally, I have some sense of reality." Klein's Spirituality had recovered well, and his head no longer ached.

"Hmm... then I'll be going." Maric confirmed Klein was alright and departed.

Klein rested for a while, performed the Reverse Four Steps, and arrived Above the Gray Fog.

"As expected, this place still provides the most sense of security." Klein muttered, then began to organize his memories.

Why did he not give up even when he knew he might not be able to see through that chaotic flow of information?

He just wanted his memories to be deeper; after all, just because Klein couldn't see clearly didn't mean Mr. Fool couldn't!

The Gray Fog itself possessed the power to exclude interference and bypass restrictions. Here, he had a high probability of being able to restore that flow of information into a battlefield through his own recollections!

Klein fell into a Dream and returned to that ancient battlefield.

He looked up at the chaotic flow of information, and then his eyes were illuminated by that streak of light.

That was the trajectory traced by the Spear of Destiny, like an antelope's horns, leaving no tracks to be found.

"Is that the 'Hidden Emperor'?" Klein saw the figure in the sky wrapped in torrents of information; this was something Klein had not seen before.

That perfect arc was the Spear of Destiny that He had thrown.

Klein's gaze uncontrollably followed the Spear of Destiny as it landed on that mysterious, eerie altar, piercing through the blood-colored figure.

The "Blood Emperor" was pinned to His altar.

"You... not just you!"

"There is also Adam!"

The Blood Emperor's final roar carried a certain incredulity, as well as a certain realization; He understood everything.

Even in his dream, Klein subconsciously held his breath, sensing that he had touched upon a terrifying secret.

"Is everything about me... within your arrangements?" Klein heard the Blood Emperor's final murmur, and his entire body turned cold.

The "Hidden Emperor" seemed to have spoken as well, but Klein could not hear it clearly and subconsciously wanted to move closer.

And it was at this moment that the True God wrapped in knowledge turned His head and glanced at Klein as if He had sensed something.

"Mysteries..."

The "Hidden Emperor" looked at Klein with a strange gaze; His voice even made Klein feel somewhat familiar.

Klein's body stiffened, as if the True God's gaze had truly pierced through time to land upon him.

Boom!

Endless information poured into Klein's mind, and his dream was instantly blown apart.

Klein woke up Above the Gray Fog, and then immediately exploded. At this moment, the Paper Figurine Klein had prepared long ago burned up, and his body appeared in the chair of Mr. World.

It was just that Klein's expression was quite bitter, because this time, there was no avoiding it.

Because that is precious knowledge with genuine occult significance, not an attack!

"Ah!" Klein's body exploded directly, bursting out a mass of information even larger than he was.

The Grey Fog surged violently, protecting Klein's spirit body, and gradually condensed; only this time, he was in a sorry state, and his face was pale.