1090 Haunted Tales

Nighttime, Pritz Harbor, in a cemetery in the suburbs.

The people who died in the airship bombings had been brought here. The priests and bishops of the three Churches were busy comforting the souls of the dead to prevent any anomalies from happening.

In that short day, many wives lost their husbands, many children lost their mothers, and many families were down to a single person. Some of them loitered in the cemetery—some silent, others sobbing. Some even wept until they fainted.

Wearing an ordinary-looking face, Klein stood among them and watched everything without saying a word. It was as if he had recalled the funeral he had attended before.

While it was dark, he had just used Life’s Cane to treat the injured in Backlund and Pritz Harbor’s various hospitals— victims of the air raid. He had also left behind a strange and horrifying urban myth to help him further digest the Bizarro Sorcerer potion.

And he knew that, once such haunted tales spread like wildfire, Zaratul, who was in Backlund, would immediately be able to understand what was going on. “He” would send his marionettes to monitor the corresponding areas. Hence, before the news spread, he relied on “Teleporting” to travel to all the hospitals in Backlund and Pritz Harbor, leaving behind all sorts of horror stories to treat patients with severe illnesses.

When this matter spread, he believed that he would receive a great deal of feedback, allowing him to take a firm and huge step in the direction of completely digesting the potion.

However, Klein didn’t stop there. The existence of a conspiracy created by the Red Angel evil spirit, and the fact that Zaratul was in Backlund, was like a guillotine hanging above his head, urging him to continue searching for opportunities.

Hence, he came here to witness the grief of the ordinary citizens.

After a moment of silence, Klein retracted his gaze and turned to leave the cemetery.

After arriving at an empty spot, his left glove quickly turned dark blue, and slippery fish scales grew out.

With a whoosh, the wind swept over, and Klein flew up into the air towards the harbor.

In the sea beyond the land, the Sonia Sea fleet from the Feysac Empire was quietly waiting. It was as if they were prepared to launch another bombardment after daybreak, destroying the rest of the shipyards.

Soon, Klein arrived above the harbor ruins and looked at the faint flames in the dark night.

At the same time, his two marionettes had used Flaming Jump to rush over from the ground, splitting up into different hidden locations.

From what he had heard and seen, Klein didn’t have any doubts or feelings towards what he was about to do. However, he was still confused.

Taking revenge on the invaders was a legitimate matter, but if he were to seriously injure the Feysac fleet, the happiest person would be the Loen King, George III—the true mastermind behind all of this, one of the culprits who had pushed for war!

There are too many principles in this world, but only those who have truly experienced it will realize that there are times when doing nothing is the correct path. It will fill one’s heart with conflict… With a sigh, Klein turned his attention to the information he had received from The Hanged Man.

The commander of the Sonia Sea fleet from the Feysac Empire was Admiral Egor Einhorn. He was a demigod from the royal family, currently a Sequence 4 Iron-blooded Knight of the Red Priest pathway!

contents of the Red

turn into men, and also make them have courage that is comparable to steel. Not only can they control multiple types of flames, but they’re

Nepos, the flagship of the

meters tall, Egor Einhorn, was sitting behind a desk. As he drank Sonia blood

crew will definitely attack. Their Pritz ironclad warship and the corresponding fleet will return soon. If they continue staying here, I’ll be left in a passive

most likely a demigod of the Arbiter pathway, or they have the corresponding Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, so it won’t be easy to deal with them… If I’m not careful, they might be able to make

that, we’ll continue attacking the coastal ports while the Loen navy is damaged…

an angel after the war. Sigh, only a War Bishop can truly unleash

soldiers that were under his command to inform his adjutant to pay him a visit, so that he could give the

looked up at the

Thump!

the door, and it instantly reverberated in the quiet

flashed across

environment, sudden attacks, and catching enemies by surprise was a good way to seize the initiative. It was a combination that could effectively defeat or even kill an enemy of the same level. On the contrary,

Egor instinctively considered the worst situation. He immediately woke up every sailor and soldier on the Nepos to

that moment, the noise sounded

Boom!

door was comparable to the loud boom of

the commotion. This wasn’t much different from the

ears

every member of the Nepos hear a

grabbed the fountain pen on the table and threw it at

red fountain pen left afterimages along the way, like a cannonball that had

how ordinary it was,

Boom!

revealing the person in the corridor who had knocked

in a black trench coat. His body was as thin as paper, and his

the fountain pen had already exploded. The tiny fragments were like storms brought about by the sweeping of a machine gun. It embroiled the person who knocked on

Instead, he stood up and

knew that the person who

ran out. When

intruder…” Before Egor could finish his sentence, his

the flesh and

nose, or mouth on his face. It was the same as the person who had knocked just now—a featureless

palpitated, and his entire body ignited, transforming

dispersed, they

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