Chapter 473: Saving Trissy

Klein watched the blessed Cheek and had already guessed the plot; sure enough, the next scene was Cheek drinking the "Assassin" Potion.

What could Klein say? Not everyone had the magnanimity of the "Hidden Blade" brother, so he saw Cheek's corruption and Cheek's gradual distortion of the Dream faith.

"Fate is fickle, and fortune plays tricks on people." Klein sighed softly, already prepared to act.

After receiving the corresponding information, he already knew how to stop Trissy from becoming the "Primordial Witch" Cheek.

Trissy's current state was special; her body, memories, and Fate were all being "overwritten," and in a little while, she would become a perfect "God-Descending Vessel" capable of bearing the descent of the "Primordial Witch."

But it wasn't time yet...

"How could it be such a coincidence?" Klein immediately suspected that Chumen had meddled in this.

"Invoke the power of Dream, summon the projection of 'Fantasy Land' to descend, and interrupt the ritual of the 'Primordial Witch' descending upon Trissy."

"Even, if possible, throw Trissy directly into 'Fantasy Land' to cut off all connections."

This was not difficult for Klein, because he was already a Dream Angel.

"Dream Sea!" Klein's pupils reflected the starlit Dream Sea.

He reached out and tore, ripping a crack in Space several hundred meters wide; surging seawater poured out frantically, directly enveloping the entire city.

Boom!

Trissy opened her eyes abruptly, her pupils filled with absolute dark Doomsday.

At this moment, her hair stood up one by one, all becoming as thick as small snakes; their outer layers were slick and evil, their tips either embedded with black-and-white distinct eyeballs or grown into viper-like heads, mouths slightly agape, flicking their tongues.

The "Primordial Witch" had descended, but the Witch Sect's Angel had not followed; that was because it was unnecessary!

Trissy's deep black pupils looked sharply at Klein, the earth began to shake violently, and muffled sounds came from the depths; in this world shrouded by lightning and darkness, a third color appeared.

Those were streaks of red Meteor dragging flame tails!

Klein's expression shifted, and a Space crack appeared in the high sky; the other end of the Space crack was "Fantasy Land."

Clearly, a God-Descending Vessel could not destroy the Dream Divine Kingdom.

But the next instant, "Trissy" appeared directly beside Klein, all eyes staring at Klein.

Klein's body was inevitably transforming into stone.

Sss... Klein's body appeared in the Dream Sea, the pure seawater washing away the petrification features on him, while the Paper Figurine left in place fell to the ground, shattering into stone slag.

Such a "Trissy" exceeded Klein's estimation; she was a bit too strong!

"Perhaps this is the power of a True God?" Klein no longer dared to face Trissy directly, instead manipulating the Dream Sea to raise a tidal wave and slamming it down violently.

The seawater of the Dream Sea and the power of the "Primordial Witch" were colliding; Klein looked more like a "porter" or a "faucet."

Rumbling... The entire city was trembling and then collapsing; the ritual of the "Primordial Witch" descending had already been destroyed.

Thump!

But Klein didn't even have time to be happy before a certain heartbeat forcibly tugged at his thoughts.

This was "Charm"; he had actually been charmed by the sound of a heartbeat!

"It's the heart of the 'Primordial Witch'!" Klein's body stiffened and directly collapsed. "Damn it, you asked me to come and stop a God-descent?!" Klein was already cursing Chumen.

Klein's Historical Projection walked out from the fog; the previous body had truly died beyond death, without even a chance to use a Paper Figurine Substitute.

This Historical Projection had descended from "Sefirah Castle."

"Go to hell!" Trissy's voice rang in Klein's ears, filled with endless Charm, almost making Klein commit suicide.

"You should handle this kind of thing yourself!" Klein flashed and arrived in front of the only thing in the city that hadn't been destroyed yet.

That was the Dream Statue of the Dream Angel!

Klein had once used the Dream Angel Statue in Backlund to resist the will of a True God; he wanted to reproduce the scene from back then.

"Come out!" Klein pulled the scene he had experienced at that time out of the Fog of History, merging the Dream Statue he had used then with the Statue before him.

Thump!

It was the heartbeat of the "Primordial Witch" again, but this time Klein was already under the protection of the Dream Statue and was no longer affected.

"So this is the true solution." Klein's mouth twitched; if another Dream Angel, like Bernadette, had come, she probably would have only had this one method: reproducing the scene of a certain Dream will descending.

The shaking of the earth became more and more severe; Klein looked at the "Trissy" gradually walking toward him and very "sensibly" hid behind the Statue.

The current "Trissy" was looking up at the Dream Statue that seemed to have come alive, carrying a certain cloying feeling that even Klein, an outsider, could sense.

"Stop!" A majestic and sacred voice suddenly came from the Dream Statue.

And this voice was more incredible than any ability Klein had seen before.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to have stagnated; time was no longer flowing, and matter had stopped moving.

And that "Trissy" wanted to say something, but everything was stagnant, and she was no exception; the ritual taking place on her was Sealed, and the "Primordial Witch" could no longer descend.

The blackness in Trissy's eyes faded rapidly, becoming spirited again, as if she had come back to life.

Time resumed its flow, the power on the Dream Statue gradually faded, and Klein also lost his protection.

Klein's mouth was slightly agape, looking somewhat dazed, as if asking why you didn't take me with you?

The next instant, Klein took a deep breath and performed a Space jump at the fastest speed.

Bang... The Space in front of Klein shattered abruptly; the Teleportation failed.

"You saved me again." Trissy's voice, carrying endless complex emotions, entered Klein's mind.

Klein confirmed once again that his feeling was not wrong; all of this was Chumen's arrangement, because the "Primordial Witch" will on Trissy had been expelled, but a portion of the power had remained.

This was Chumen using Trissy to split the "Primordial Witch," and he had likely become the "Anchor" for Trissy to resist the "Primordial Witch"!

The moment the Space shattered, Klein performed a self-detonation of his Historical Projection; he absolutely could not leave the Historical Projection here.

Click! Click!

Klein's Historical Projection could not explode, because the Fog of History itself seemed to be petrifying, hindering the explosion of power.

"Damn it!" Klein on "Sefirah Castle" felt a chill, directly using the cloak behind him, intending to forcibly dispel the Historical Projection by relying on the suppression of his status.

(End of Chapter)