Chapter 297: The Fool's Thousand Worries

Klein knelt outside the gate of the altar plaza, the altar flickering with blood-colored light right before his eyes.

Those two divine wills seemed to have moved away, or perhaps they had gone to resist the Storm and the Goddess, who were also Sequence 0.

However, the altar was still performing its function, sacrificing souls and reshaping Trissy's body.

Countless wails and cries reached his ears; this was the damage caused by the spirits of the people of Backlund being forcibly torn from their bodies.

The pain of the soul is unbearable, so these wails were extremely miserable, almost causing Klein to lose his composure and shed tears.

This was not weakness, but the basic empathy of a human being.

Likewise, the repressed emotions of numbness, pain, and resentment that had accumulated in the East District factories for years also became sacrifices, surging toward the altar like a tide.

Being so close, Klein felt a sense of profound Despair just by sensing a sliver of it.

He lowered his head; he should not make any sudden moves at this time, with two Demigods right beside him, any action would not escape their notice.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, he should continue to hide himself until he could safely walk out of this underground pit and see the light of day again.

He tensed his body, then relaxed it again; Trissy was going to die, and that was a good thing—it was important to him that this madwoman was gone.

Besides, he had no way to stop this catastrophe, and acting beyond his capabilities to intervene would only plunge him into a desperate situation.

Then I...

Klein instantly ended his Demon Transformation, turning back into the gentleman in the black double-breasted frock coat, and then he snapped his fingers lightly.

Snap!

Klein used the Demonic Flame ignited within the altar to perform a Flame Jump!

"You!" The Despair Lady and the "Devil" discovered Klein's sudden movement at the very first moment, and each took action to stop him.

Even if they did not believe Klein could cause any damage, they would not allow any accidents to happen!

The Space was instantly filled with dense threads, directly interrupting Klein's Flame Jump.

At the same time, the "Devil's" malice descended; in a daze, he was pulled into an Abyss world, with endless Filth washing over his mind.

He did not possess much ability to resist in front of two Demigods.

"You cannot destroy the altar!" The "Devil's" voice appeared in Klein's mind, carrying a power that bewitched the heart, even influencing Klein's emotions, causing the fearful and powerless side of his heart to be infinitely Amplification.

Yes, he could not destroy the altar, but there was a God who could!

Klein's eyes were clear, his hand rested on his pocket, pulling out that silk canvas; with a sudden shake, everything within the canvas was released from the state of being a Painted Object.

He was now standing at the edge of the altar; this flick threw those Painted Objects directly onto the altar. The blood-colored fire instantly burned Klein's wallet to ashes, followed by the revolver, and the exorcism bullets that carried some mysterious power.

"True Spirit, Pure One, Master who holds the Dream, Supreme who transcends the endless..."

"Supreme Dream, I pray for your favor, I pray for your Gift..."

Klein ignored his own crazily growing desires and prayed devoutly and rapidly.

In the time it took to say these two sentences, the two Demigods had already arrived behind him, the demon's claws and the Ice Spear about to pierce his body.

The things he had thrown into the altar were also almost entirely destroyed, leaving only the last one.

That was the Dream Statue Klein had snatched from beside the "Primordial Witch" Statue!

This kind of Dream Statue that had never been acknowledged or blessed by the "Supreme Dream" was not much different from a rock, and there was no telling how many there were in the Witch Sect.

But under Klein's prayer, it changed somewhat.

He had twice touched that endless Dream Sea and had received corresponding Gifts from it; he was now praying in accordance with that resonance, longing to receive the gaze of the "Supreme Dream."

According to his understanding of the Scripture of the "Supreme Dream," He would certainly stop this Disaster.

Klein was not sure if he could receive the corresponding favor, but he also knew that he was special; being a Dual-Pathway Beyonder was the best evidence.

"... I long for your salvation..."

Klein felt the Ice Spear pierce his skin and freeze his body; the prayer could no longer continue.

Just at this moment, Klein's Spirituality flickered, and in a daze, he saw that illusory Dream gate once again.

"That will do." It was at this moment that Chumen, who was refilling Amanises's cup with coffee, chuckled.

Amanises, who had descended with the identity of a Hidden Angel, also sensed something and looked toward the very center of the dark clouds.

Crack!

That Dream gate opened a sliver, and true Dream Light fell upon the Dream Statue.

After the Dream Light truly landed on the Statue, the Statue possessed a certain divine charm, becoming a divine object truly capable of communicating with the "Supreme Dream."

Klein understood this at the first moment, then realized that the two Demigods behind him were both trapped in a state of frozen time.

Do I go over? Klein's Spirituality sensed guidance.

He tentatively moved forward, his fingers touching the blood-colored light on the periphery of the altar; he was not melted like the revolver and wallet, as the Statue radiated a gentle light, protecting him.

"It really works!" Klein jumped onto the altar, hugged the Statue, and walked step by step toward the very center of the altar.

He had seen this altar, and even seen the scene of the "Blood Emperor" manipulating the altar, so he knew where the most critical point was.

And in this process, Klein passed through the area where Trissy was.

His footsteps paused as he looked at this Witch who had captured him twice before.

Under normal circumstances, he would certainly have wished to capture her and lock her in the Chanis Gate until she died.

As for now...

Trissy was one of the keys to this sacrifice; she was even the vessel for the descent of the "Primordial Witch."

"Kill her!" Klein made his decision.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Klein made a sound, and Air Bullets hit Trissy's head three times in succession.

A Sequence 6 Beyonder like him could be killed by bullets.

Yet after three shots, Trissy was completely unharmed!

This is bad, the Witch Sect has other arrangements on her... Klein's expression turned heavy, and he had no choice but to pass her by; he had to destroy this sacrifice first.

However, these three bullets of Klein were not entirely without use; at the very least, Trissy, who had been struck in the head three times, woke up.

Her state was extremely poor, and she gradually lost the will to resist, until she saw a familiar back.

Such a dense aura of Dream... is he going to stop this sacrifice, is he going to save me?

Trissy instantly ignited with the hope of survival.