Chapter 283 The Furnace

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Agaritu walked slowly into Enmatt Port and entered the dock mixed with a large number of people.

The eyes that resembled those of a vampire, the skin color of a southerner, and the weird combination that only pirates wore were too eye-catching even among the crowd. Some bounty hunters wandering among the crowd cast their eyes on him instantly, and then retreated covertly, heading in the direction of different churches.

But before they took two steps, they fell obliquely towards an unobtrusive corner almost at the same time. The blue flames escaped from their seven orifices, and when they fell to the ground, only A few pieces of clothing.

Agaritu walked into the overly busy city port. He stopped for a moment and randomly found a direction to move forward.

He didn't know what was attracting him, but he knew that as long as he kept moving, he would definitely be able to reach that thing or that person by relying on the aggregation effect.

"I have arrived at Port Enmat." He whispered to himself in a low voice, and told the possible monitors, "The next step is to investigate where the strange call comes from..."

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A black figure appeared in the shadows, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Ms. D took out the pearl she had prepared and carefully let it roll from the gentle place to the shadow.

"Dear Sir, I hope to borrow your power to safely send my companions to Behrens City."

The pearl, which was of quite good quality, was swallowed up by the shadow. The blurry shadow seemed to turn its head and look at Klein standing outside the carriage, and then it stopped moving.

"Kid, you have the aura of the spirit world in you!"

The black figure spoke with great vigilance, and then, a black line flashed in front of Klein's eyes. The next moment, cold breath came from the back of Klein's neck, and the creature hiding in the shadow was firmly in place. Standing on his shoulder, he sniffed hard.

Klein's pupils shrank suddenly, and cold sweat instantly crawled all over his back.

"That's right...the spiritual world has very high standards, and you look very familiar..."

This white-bearded tabby cat with shiny hair whispered in a voice completely inconsistent with its appearance:

"The aura of a high-sequence prisoner...this is..."

The true Creator and the providence of the spiritual world? And the smell of a high-sequence prisoner? What kind of combination is this? Riel was stunned for a moment and did not reveal any more strange information. It jumped off Klein's shoulder, jumped back into the dark carriage, and turned to look at Ms. D:

"who is he?"

Ms. D was also a little surprised and chose to speak truthfully: "The new envoy of the Aurora Society."

Was he chosen by the true Creator because he was favored by the spiritual world? Who does that high-sequence prisoner come from? I have never seen a similar aura from Richard Ernst... Riel tilted his head doubtfully, glanced at Klein twice, and took note of this face.

At the same time, Klein also held his breath, controlled his expression and movements, and showed a look of fear and uneasiness—it was unmistakable, this cat, this voice, it was the cat he pretended to be Elaine before. After being captured, he became the follower of the high-sequence hunter who traveled with "War Angel" Medici! It was holding Tracy's severed arm in its mouth. I remember it very clearly...

The sweat glands were shut down and the cold sweat did not fall like a waterfall from Klein's forehead. He understood a lot in an instant.

That high-sequence hunter must be a demigod, just like Russell's eldest daughter Bernadette Gustave. It is not surprising to live for one or two hundred years; plus his surname is Vaughn, which comes from Someone familiar to Ms. D of Tees…

Even if he is not the child of the "Angel of the Abyss", he is still his descendant!

"Ma'am, it occurred to me that there is another way I can get to Behrens."

Klein pretended to be frightened by the cat, wiped the sweat from his head, and said nervously and fearfully: "No need to trouble this...powerful spirit world creature."

"this……"

Ms. D looked at Klein and then at Riel, but what she thought of was another thing.

Mr. A demigod from the Temperance School of Rose School!

But……

Where are the demigods from Temperance now?

Even if there were, how did Mr.

However, putting these aside, summoning demons is not something that can be terminated if you want to. The demons seem to be affected by the high sequence. Even low-level demons with no brains and no human form have begun to try to make some simple transactions, and have begun to actively Answer the call to leave the vicinity of the Abyss. If Ms. D summons "demons living in the material world", she might be able to summon a few businessmen from various countries.

As expected, Riel immediately said displeased:

"Are you entertaining me? Or are you looking down on me?"

Due to the existence of the True Creator's divine family, Riel couldn't say too harsh words to him. He just bared his teeth as a threat: "It's easy to transport you a Sequence 5. If there is no one to lead the way, even if you arrive in Behrens , don’t even think about going in!”

This is indeed a problem, but...since I am now a member of the Aurora Society, there must be a way, right?

Klein is still reluctant. He is now a little doubtful whether the "not much danger" in the divination result is true or false: "I didn't mean it like this, I'm sorry, but..."

"Stop being hesitant. Since you are in a hurry, come with me quickly."

The cat appeared on Klein's shoulder again at an incredible speed, and Klein quickly reached out to grab his marionette. White claws clasped his clothes, and everything around him instantly became brightly colored. They had entered the spiritual world.

"Hey, aren't you scared? You seem to come here often?"

The cat standing on his shoulder said casually. Klein did not reply. He nodded reluctantly and began to pray in his heart that he would not meet the messenger lady on the same road.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the weird cat's outline becoming somewhat distorted, with bright blocks of color appearing on the edge like a flower screen. The cat's eyes and image also quickly changed from lively to dull, and its mouth looked like that in a cartoon. The characters are the same.

It only took a short moment to travel through the spirit world. In this directionless magical world, Klein watched the seven lights at the top sometimes appear above, sometimes below, and sometimes appear to his left and right, while the bright red light strip at the edge was It is the target that I am about to summon.

At this moment, he noticed that there was some strange fog around him, and some flashing red light spots appeared in it.

The red light point jumped briskly in the mist, dragging out a long light tail. It immediately reminded Klein of the time when he followed the snake-tailed demigod through the spirit world a long time ago, that is, when he first met Renette Tinichole. When they met, there were also many invisible creatures following them.

Now, Klein at Sequence 5 could vaguely see the dark shadows behind the fog, and the red light looked like eyes. Those magical creatures gathered together, and the fog expanded.

"Hey, where did so many come from?"

The cat-shaped spiritual creature on the shoulder unexpectedly clicked its tongue and seemed to speed up its journey.

Klein immediately asked: "Do you know what that is?"

"..." The cat looked back at the mist that was following closely, "That is a creature living in history, a very rare Dog of Fulgrim. It is probably because of your strong spiritual aura that it followed you. By the way, Come back, kid, why do you have such a heavy aura on your body? Were you born in the spirit world? Or were your ancestors the Seven Lights? Impossible, you are obviously a normal human being..."

Due to the aura on Klein's body, it is difficult for Riel to really have dangerous thoughts about him. Instead, he will have an indescribable awe and respect for him.

"I don't know either." Klein said vaguely.

He also looked back at the creatures in the mist. After getting the answer, Klein began to think that the creatures that sometimes clustered and sometimes dispersed were like dogs.

Did you come here in pursuit of the aura of Origin Castle? he thought curiously.

At this moment, he saw the "Fulgrim's Dogs" stop, and he instantly felt like he was falling rapidly.

Snapped!

His feet landed on the ground, and before he could see his surroundings clearly, he smelled a strange fragrance.

With a light shoulder, the painted-skinned cat returned to normal, jumped off his shoulder and went straight to the sofa in the room.

A tall red-haired man wearing a coat casually turned to look at the cat and then at Klein. He was still holding a plate of cookies that had just been taken out of the oven.

"It's because you want to give something to the Loen people today."

The cat took a piece of hot biscuit just out of the oven from the baking tray. The red-haired hunter raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "It's quite creative. Fortunately, you came early. If you had come a few hours later, these things could have been given to you directly. Me."

It was indeed an acquaintance... It was indeed the hunter he saw that day... Whether it was psychological effects or objective reality, when Klein saw that face, he felt that the more he looked at it, the more he looked like Edward Vaughn.

He said nothing, staring at the wires at his feet.

electric wire?

His eyes widened and he looked along the wires to the source. He saw a sealed object that was emitting white current. Then he saw an oven, a walkie-talkie, a toaster, and even a small refrigerator connected to the wires!

Klein heard a loud noise that seemed to explode from his worldview.

Traynor didn't look at the marionette master, and didn't care what he was thinking. Riel jumped on the back of the sofa to touch the second cookie:

"I think this kid looks familiar. I should have seen him somewhere."

Riel added: "He also has the mark or aura of a high-sequence prisoner on his body. I wonder whose it belongs to?"

"When did you meet the 'Secret Puppet Master'?"

The way Klein stared at the appliance in a daze was automatically interpreted by Traynor as surprise, and he thought for a few seconds:

"You are not talking about the faceless man who turned into Elaine, right? He has reached Sequence 5 in four months. Didn't Medici attach great importance to him at that time? It seems that he has been captured into the Aurora Society now."

Traynor looked at Klein with the look of a worker:

"As for high-sequence prisoners...that's not my business."

The distracted Klein was drawn back to his attention by the word "Elaine", and his expression immediately twisted together.

"Thank you both for your help." Klein struggled to maintain his expression and said bravely, "If there is any need for help in the future, I will do my best to do it. Can I leave now? ?"

Traynor walked to the sofa carrying the baking pan that had not yet completely cooled down and sat down casually.

"It doesn't matter in the future, you will be useful now."

He lay down on the back of the sofa and said in a homely tone: "You are here to deliver things to the Loen people, but it should be more than that, right? The people who asked you to come here hope that their juniors can go back alive. ? Make a list for me, there won’t be any if it’s too late.”

Klein leaned back slightly. After weighing it, he took it out of his pocket, took two steps forward and placed it on the coffee table:

"...Fifteen nobles expressed their willingness to pay ransom if a junior member of their family was captured."

"Only fifteen." Traynor glanced at the names above and snorted disapprovingly, "When you came here, Behrens hadn't started the war yet. Before the war started, he had already thought of a prisoner exchange, Luen. The nobles are really boring. What’s the highest ransom you’re willing to pay?”

Klein was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"Oh, then go ahead." Traynor waved his hand, then picked up the cat by the scruff of his neck and threw it behind him. "Go to the east and enter. After entering the city, tell the Roen garrison that you came in from the east."

Klein agreed and immediately left with the Marionette.

After he left, Traynor reconnected with his spiritual link: "Twain, how's the battle going? There are people in Loen who are willing to spend money to ransom people. Drive them east and try to catch some alive."

"Why are you telling me now?"

Tang En shouted in the spiritual link: "I'm almost reaching the city center! What? The reality in front has been strengthened? Then why not hurry up and bring the machine guns and artillery to give them a surprise... I just ran over all the way without looking. I will pay attention to my feet... Prince Grove hasn't come out yet? Damn it, whose head should I use as a meritorious service if he hasn't come out yet? Why do I feel something is wrong? There must be a scam. How can he, a prince, tolerate me? Are you scolding him in the city? Even if my reinforcements fight with the Fusac Empire, they won't be so good-tempered, right?"

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Bypassing layers of roadblocks and barbed wire fences, Klein carefully walked into the city from the east where only a small number of militiamen were stationed.

Relying on the "faceless man's" ability to control his body, he successfully crossed the gap in the eastern city wall and entered the city. He also found a hidden warehouse that had not completely collapsed, opened the door, and stored himself in the city. Everything from Port Caesar was moved.

Klein took a deep breath, and the appearance of Secret Puppet Enzo began to change, turning into a young man of mixed race from the Southern Continent.

Dwayne Dantès appeared in this war-torn land and entered the city with an incompatible dignity.

The moment I entered the city, I felt as if I had entered another world. The white mist flows under the feet, making it impossible to see clearly anything five meters away, and the spirituality is also isolated by the white mist, just like when you come by boat.

"The high-sequence abilities of the hunter path, the weird fog..."

Klein walked cautiously in the city, constantly using the "divination staff method" to find a safe route. After walking for a few minutes, some shadowy figures appeared in front of him.

Just when Klein was about to observe whether the opponent was a Loen soldier or War Red, his ears suddenly heard a faint sound cutting through the air. Almost at the same time, the figure running in front fell down. Only one of the unidentified soldiers had his throat pierced by an arrow. The arrow tore his neck, nailing him to the ground with a section of tissue and a split neck. The other few arrows accurately hit the heads of the remaining people. People fell to the ground in a mess, with tall arrow shafts stuck on the corpses like tombstones.

Klein's hair stood on end, and the cane in his hand once again pointed him in the direction. He walked smoothly around the corpses and walked behind the house on the other side.

As he passed by, Klein instinctively glanced down and saw that the body lying at his feet happened to be the soldier who was shot in the neck. The arrow fell from above, passed through his jaw, and pierced his throat, making his mouth unable to close, and blood flowed out like spring water.

The soldier's turbid eyes stared blankly at the sky, as if he saw the trajectory of the arrow that took his life. There was blood splattered on his face, his hands and face were dirty, he was thin, and he seemed to have blood from the Southern Continent.

"Loen soldiers..."

Klein pursed his lips and continued to move forward across the gradually expanding pool of blood.

"Loen soldiers were shot here...and I haven't seen bunkers or trenches yet. Is this the front line now?"

Klein suppressed a trace of uneasiness and fear in his heart. With the "winner" marionette by his side, his luck was greatly improved. Coupled with the safe route found by the "Divination Staff Technique", he knew that he would not be able to survive the journey. There might be any accident - but he still couldn't help being nervous, like an ordinary person who accidentally entered the battlefield, and could barely control the urge to find a corner to hide.

Crane moved on.

He seemed to be walking on the only safe road on the entire battlefield, so he could fully enjoy the sight of the soldiers fighting to the death.

He heard the sound of horns, the curses and roars in Rune language, and he saw hunters appearing in any corner, setting up secret traps with the "hermit monks", or a few or dozens of people forming a small team, purposefully Surrounding and killing the lone Loen Extraordinary.

He also saw that Roen's artillery fire exploded everything around him. These spiritually destructive weapons were incredibly accurate with the blessing of the "arbiters". The artillery shells would always land accurately on the enemies who were taking a break. In front of them, let them turn into blood clots and minced meat.

Does Loen really need a difference engine? Klein looked at the artillery fire with a hit rate of over 90% and fell into deep thought.

He was walking in a blind spot on both sides of the war, and everyone around him subconsciously ignored Klein's existence.

In the mist, I don't know how many people are charging, fighting, and dying at the same moment. The strong ones are cunning and good at fighting for their lives. Only the soldiers at the bottom will be pushed towards death. In an instant, there should be countless weapons colliding, extraordinary abilities clashing, and arrows and bullets shooting at each other. Even the "law" cannot completely prevent the attacks of extraordinary people of the same sequence as himself or even stronger ones.

The powerless ordinary people seem to be just here to make up the numbers. Like the low-sequence Extraordinaries, they are the victims of battles on both sides. They can only wave the cold weapons or guns in their hands in vain, waiting to be chopped into pieces.

As Klein went deeper, there were more and more figures in the fog, followed by the scarlet color of blood and a smell so strong that it made people vomit.

In small cities and streets, the fog of war divided people into numerous teams that could not communicate with each other. Countless people crowded together and started killing. There was no "fight with all your strength, kill the enemy magnificently, and then surrender and be surrendered" that the nobles longed for. Take prisoners to preserve your grace” battlefield.

Life has been brought to an almost equal level. Wails came one after another, blood spattered on the earthy ground, and the body fell heavily.

There is no good or evil, no right or wrong, no confrontation between colonizers and colonized people, only the iron law of killing the enemy on sight.

War is the art of gathering people.

War is the crucible of all things.

TBC

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War brings harm to the people at the bottom of both sides.