North District, St. Samuel Church.
As soon as Klein entered the Great Prayer Hall, he naturally looked around with the help of the light shining on the wall behind the altar and took all the believers who prayed inside into his eyes.
Just a glance, Klein quickly locked the target and walked forward without any abnormality along the aisle.
In the first row, the old man with a black clergy robe but a cold breath, a pale face and a yellow hair, was closing his eyes tightly and praying intently. He was one of the internal guardians that Klein sensed before.
He usually rotates on Friday... Klein did not really get close, and he got two rows of seats away, found a seat to sit down, and handed his hat and cane to his close male servant Richardson.
Then, while sitting down, he quickly pinched the index finger joint with his left thumb twice, quietly opening the line of the spirit body vision.
Suddenly, illusory black thin lines appeared in front of Klein, which densely emerged from different creatures, and clusters spread towards the infinite distance.
Just as he sat firmly, Klein's eyes moved and he turned his attention to the internal guardian.
Seeing this, he almost made a sound, but due to the clown's self-control ability and his own expectations of abnormal situations, he still easily maintained a calm state.
In his vision, although the old man with yellow hair also had a spiritual thread stretched out, his body was dark inside, swallowing the origin of those illusory thin lines, which was completely different from the normal and extraordinary person!
Sure enough, they have been eroded by the power of the seal core, and there have been changes at the soul level... In this way, the problem is closer to the second guess I made last time. They have become part of the seal core to some extent. Once there are signs of out of control, it will immediately arouse the instinctive reaction of the item and forcefully calm it down... No wonder the internal guardians must voluntarily and have entered their old age. They should have a full understanding of what the result will be... Klein sighed inexplicably, preparing to close his perception of the line of spirits and retract his gaze.
At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes, his eyes as dark as black ink, without any emotion.
Next to this eye, the fine and profound wrinkles extend little by little, as if they are twisted and strange mysterious symbols.
This is the eyes of the inner guardian!
He had straightened his body at some point, turned his head, and looked at Dawn Dontes indifferently!
Klein's scalp suddenly became numb, and he forced a smile and nodded to the other party, as if this was just a normal visual contact.
The internal guard moved his head slowly and actually responded.
Then, Klein felt that the surrounding environment suddenly pulled away, and first became blurred, and then settled clearly.
At this moment, he knew that he had entered a dream passively.
So while maintaining the image of Dawn Dontes, he instinctively looked around and found that he was still in St. Samuel's church, but all the seats were damaged or overturned, sprinkled everywhere, looking like they had been attacked.
The altar in front is covered with cracks, weeds, and dust has accumulated, which seems to have been abandoned for a long time.
The yellow-haired inner guard stood beside the collapsed offering box, staring coldly at Dawn Dances in black formal attire.
Seeing Klein look back, his mouth opened little by little, revealing sharp, pale, and not neat teeth.
These teeth are embedded with vague, vague, and small figures. They have complete facial features and limbs, with different expressions but similar pain. They seem to be imprisoned here and are difficult to escape.
He... The inner guard made a sound like a beast roaring in his throat, and his waist bent forward.
His ribs, his waist, had clothes swelled up, and four skinless and blood-wound arms grew.
Immediately afterwards, they grew fine black hair, and sharp nails popped up at the top of their fingers.
In just two or three seconds, the relatively normal internal guard had become a monster lying on the ground with eight legs. It was like a spider who was silently weaving a net in the dark night and waiting for prey, and it was like a deformed black wolf, bringing people a strong fear.
At the same time, in the broken and deserted altar, two huge black haired palms stretched out without warning, pressed to the edge, and the smooth tentacles like black air condensed spread in all directions, instantly filling the entire prayer hall.
The trembling aura, extreme fear and illusory huge blurred figures penetrate the invisible barrier and appear little by little.
Out of control?
That internal guard lost control?
Klein stood there, subconsciously trying to react, and forced himself to break free from the dream with his own special force, but in an instant, he thought of what had happened before, his face changed, he made a look of fear and fear, and ran to the door tremblingly, as if he was struggling in a nightmare.
In other words, after a breath, the tide of darkness, cold and cold poured in from the outside world silently, completely submerging the dream and calming everything.
Klein opened his eyes suddenly and found that he had fallen asleep at some point, and the yellow-haired inner guard had already turned his head and continued to close his eyes and pray.
His eyes turned slightly, and Dawn Dontes looked around in terror, as if he was still immersed in his dream just now, without completely getting rid of his fear.
After a few dozen seconds, he took two deep breaths, looked at the Holy Emblem again, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
It was not until this time that Klein had the time to recall his experience just now and guess what happened:
Because of my peeping at his spiritual thread, he showed signs of losing control and gave him an excessive reaction, forcibly pulling me into his dream and trying to deal with it accordingly?
Then it should be that the seal core behind the Chanis Gate sensed an abnormality, which calmed down the problem...
The key now is whether the internal guard still remembers the source of his almost abnormal change... If he had been used to it, in his current state, he should be very vague about how the problem happened... Of course, it may not be my problem, maybe he is close to losing control... Klein looked at the old man with yellow hair in front again, observing what he was going to do next to judge how he should deal with it.
If not, just use squirming hunger to escape... Klein made a quick decision and patiently waited for possible changes.
A few minutes later, he saw Bishop Elektra coming in through the side door and walking towards him.
Klein's heart tightened, he opened his five fingers with his left hand, ready to activate the squirming hunger.
At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and gave up his action.
If the internal guardians have told the bishops about my problem with the help of dreams, then what is greeted by me now will be the joint blow of many extraordinary people in the church. After all, pulling into the dream can avoid accidentally hurting other believers, so they do not have to find a bishop who is familiar with me... This should be more about condolences and comforting... Klein retracted his gaze and continued to pose for prayer.
In less than a minute, he finally felt someone approaching, so he quickly looked up and saw Bishop Elektra softly speaking:
You don't look too good?
I didn't know how to fall asleep just now, but I had a nightmare, but I still have fear.Klein laughed at himself.
Bishop Elektra sat next to him and said calmly:
Dreams are sometimes a manifestation of inner fear.
As long as you pray to the goddess devoutly and then take the holy water, you will be calmed down.
Of course, the most important thing is not to suppress yourself too much in normal times, and to know how to repent to the goddess. Sometimes, a hidden cry will relieve you a lot of pressure.
Klein secretly observed the other person's attitude, savored his tone, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief:
I see.
He turned his eyes back to the front, buried his head, held his hands, and began to pray quietly.
During this process, he saw the inner guard in front of him get up and walk towards the side door, waiting for a bishop.
Huh… Klein hushed silently, truly integrating into the quiet surroundings.
Suddenly, a voice popped up in his heart, a voice that belonged to him but was not controlled by him:
Do you think you're doing it secretly?
No!not at all!Have you forgotten that you have come into contact with the holy relics of the Goddess of the Night?
As soon as Klein entered the Great Prayer Hall, he naturally looked around with the help of the light shining on the wall behind the altar and took all the believers who prayed inside into his eyes.
Just a glance, Klein quickly locked the target and walked forward without any abnormality along the aisle.
In the first row, the old man with a black clergy robe but a cold breath, a pale face and a yellow hair, was closing his eyes tightly and praying intently. He was one of the internal guardians that Klein sensed before.
He usually rotates on Friday... Klein did not really get close, and he got two rows of seats away, found a seat to sit down, and handed his hat and cane to his close male servant Richardson.
Then, while sitting down, he quickly pinched the index finger joint with his left thumb twice, quietly opening the line of the spirit body vision.
Suddenly, illusory black thin lines appeared in front of Klein, which densely emerged from different creatures, and clusters spread towards the infinite distance.
Just as he sat firmly, Klein's eyes moved and he turned his attention to the internal guardian.
Seeing this, he almost made a sound, but due to the clown's self-control ability and his own expectations of abnormal situations, he still easily maintained a calm state.
In his vision, although the old man with yellow hair also had a spiritual thread stretched out, his body was dark inside, swallowing the origin of those illusory thin lines, which was completely different from the normal and extraordinary person!
Sure enough, they have been eroded by the power of the seal core, and there have been changes at the soul level... In this way, the problem is closer to the second guess I made last time. They have become part of the seal core to some extent. Once there are signs of out of control, it will immediately arouse the instinctive reaction of the item and forcefully calm it down... No wonder the internal guardians must voluntarily and have entered their old age. They should have a full understanding of what the result will be... Klein sighed inexplicably, preparing to close his perception of the line of spirits and retract his gaze.
At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes, his eyes as dark as black ink, without any emotion.
Next to this eye, the fine and profound wrinkles extend little by little, as if they are twisted and strange mysterious symbols.
This is the eyes of the inner guardian!
He had straightened his body at some point, turned his head, and looked at Dawn Dontes indifferently!
Klein's scalp suddenly became numb, and he forced a smile and nodded to the other party, as if this was just a normal visual contact.
The internal guard moved his head slowly and actually responded.
Then, Klein felt that the surrounding environment suddenly pulled away, and first became blurred, and then settled clearly.
At this moment, he knew that he had entered a dream passively.
So while maintaining the image of Dawn Dontes, he instinctively looked around and found that he was still in St. Samuel's church, but all the seats were damaged or overturned, sprinkled everywhere, looking like they had been attacked.
The altar in front is covered with cracks, weeds, and dust has accumulated, which seems to have been abandoned for a long time.
The yellow-haired inner guard stood beside the collapsed offering box, staring coldly at Dawn Dances in black formal attire.
Seeing Klein look back, his mouth opened little by little, revealing sharp, pale, and not neat teeth.
These teeth are embedded with vague, vague, and small figures. They have complete facial features and limbs, with different expressions but similar pain. They seem to be imprisoned here and are difficult to escape.
He... The inner guard made a sound like a beast roaring in his throat, and his waist bent forward.
His ribs, his waist, had clothes swelled up, and four skinless and blood-wound arms grew.
Immediately afterwards, they grew fine black hair, and sharp nails popped up at the top of their fingers.
In just two or three seconds, the relatively normal internal guard had become a monster lying on the ground with eight legs. It was like a spider who was silently weaving a net in the dark night and waiting for prey, and it was like a deformed black wolf, bringing people a strong fear.
At the same time, in the broken and deserted altar, two huge black haired palms stretched out without warning, pressed to the edge, and the smooth tentacles like black air condensed spread in all directions, instantly filling the entire prayer hall.
The trembling aura, extreme fear and illusory huge blurred figures penetrate the invisible barrier and appear little by little.
Out of control?
That internal guard lost control?
Klein stood there, subconsciously trying to react, and forced himself to break free from the dream with his own special force, but in an instant, he thought of what had happened before, his face changed, he made a look of fear and fear, and ran to the door tremblingly, as if he was struggling in a nightmare.
In other words, after a breath, the tide of darkness, cold and cold poured in from the outside world silently, completely submerging the dream and calming everything.
Klein opened his eyes suddenly and found that he had fallen asleep at some point, and the yellow-haired inner guard had already turned his head and continued to close his eyes and pray.
His eyes turned slightly, and Dawn Dontes looked around in terror, as if he was still immersed in his dream just now, without completely getting rid of his fear.
After a few dozen seconds, he took two deep breaths, looked at the Holy Emblem again, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
It was not until this time that Klein had the time to recall his experience just now and guess what happened:
Because of my peeping at his spiritual thread, he showed signs of losing control and gave him an excessive reaction, forcibly pulling me into his dream and trying to deal with it accordingly?
Then it should be that the seal core behind the Chanis Gate sensed an abnormality, which calmed down the problem...
The key now is whether the internal guard still remembers the source of his almost abnormal change... If he had been used to it, in his current state, he should be very vague about how the problem happened... Of course, it may not be my problem, maybe he is close to losing control... Klein looked at the old man with yellow hair in front again, observing what he was going to do next to judge how he should deal with it.
If not, just use squirming hunger to escape... Klein made a quick decision and patiently waited for possible changes.
A few minutes later, he saw Bishop Elektra coming in through the side door and walking towards him.
Klein's heart tightened, he opened his five fingers with his left hand, ready to activate the squirming hunger.
At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and gave up his action.
If the internal guardians have told the bishops about my problem with the help of dreams, then what is greeted by me now will be the joint blow of many extraordinary people in the church. After all, pulling into the dream can avoid accidentally hurting other believers, so they do not have to find a bishop who is familiar with me... This should be more about condolences and comforting... Klein retracted his gaze and continued to pose for prayer.
In less than a minute, he finally felt someone approaching, so he quickly looked up and saw Bishop Elektra softly speaking:
You don't look too good?
I didn't know how to fall asleep just now, but I had a nightmare, but I still have fear.Klein laughed at himself.
Bishop Elektra sat next to him and said calmly:
Dreams are sometimes a manifestation of inner fear.
As long as you pray to the goddess devoutly and then take the holy water, you will be calmed down.
Of course, the most important thing is not to suppress yourself too much in normal times, and to know how to repent to the goddess. Sometimes, a hidden cry will relieve you a lot of pressure.
Klein secretly observed the other person's attitude, savored his tone, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief:
I see.
He turned his eyes back to the front, buried his head, held his hands, and began to pray quietly.
During this process, he saw the inner guard in front of him get up and walk towards the side door, waiting for a bishop.
Huh… Klein hushed silently, truly integrating into the quiet surroundings.
Suddenly, a voice popped up in his heart, a voice that belonged to him but was not controlled by him:
Do you think you're doing it secretly?
No!not at all!Have you forgotten that you have come into contact with the holy relics of the Goddess of the Night?
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