Chapter 264: A Fool’s Thousand Considerations

Chapter 264: A Fool’s Thousand Considerations

The first thing that entered Klein’s eyes was the altar surrounded by layers of brilliance, and the tall, thin figure standing within it.

That figure had removed his hood, revealing a beautiful and eerie face like a woman’s. Four places—his left chest, shoulder, abdomen, and thigh—were covered with writhing, viscous, disgusting flesh.

Around him, within the layers of light, illusory and transparent figures filled the air, brimming with numbness, despair, pain, repression, and other sensations.

Outside the altar, the four figures who had been praying earlier had already collapsed. Their skin was shriveled, tightly wrapped around bone, like corpses weathered for years.

Above the entire hall, ray after ray of light penetrated the void, swiftly following the stone pillars, floor, and air covered in symbolic signs and magical markings, pouring into the altar.

The moment Klein emerged from his hiding place, Mr. A opened his eyes and looked toward where he stood.

His pupils were stained with blood, with ultimate madness hidden beneath indifference.

If it had been another Beyonder, they would likely have instinctively looked away at this moment, not daring to meet his gaze. But Klein had faced the Eternal Blazing Sun directly and had encountered Amon the Blasphemer. He did not feel afraid of this. Calmly, he pulled the trigger, sending a silver demon-hunting bullet carved with numerous patterns flying toward the altar.

Seeing this, Mr. A subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but in the end he stopped, indifferently watching the silver bullet drill into the layers of light surrounding the altar.

Soundlessly, the patterned demon-hunting bullet melted within the overlapping brilliance. It vanished, swallowed by the uncountable resentful grudges and negative emotions.

In the end, it completely decomposed, not leaving the slightest trace.

Klein’s eyes shrank. Bang, bang. He fired repeatedly, sending all remaining bullets in the revolver out. Pale-gold purifying bullets and brass exorcism bullets blooming with golden light followed one after another into the layers of light around the altar.

However, they likewise decomposed and vanished, failing to create the slightest ripple.

Mr. A laughed hoarsely.

“It is useless, little crawler. The ritual has already officially begun. With your strength, you cannot break or interrupt it. Even a Sequence 5 Beyonder could not do so!

“But you are also fortunate. You will live to witness my Lord’s descent and merge into His body.”

After speaking, Mr. A no longer paid attention to Klein and closed his eyes again, as though the other party truly were only a tiny insect.

This Shepherd half raised both hands, assuming a posture of opening his embrace, and shouted loudly in ancient Hermes:

“The Lord who created all;

“The sovereign behind the curtain of shadows;

“The degenerate nature of all living things.

“Your devout believer beseeches Your descent;

“I am willing to offer my body, allowing it to serve as a vessel and bear Your great will!”

Amid the prayer, light suddenly descended from an unknown place above Mr. A’s head, enveloping him completely.

Around him, the unwilling grudges that had transformed into human figures and the accumulated negative emotions curled inward like a tide, surging into Mr. A’s body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Klein snapped his fingers repeatedly and manipulated the flames, doing everything he could to attack the altar. But those flames still irreversibly decomposed, extinguished, and melted within the layers of light around it, without the slightest effect.

What should I do? My other mystical items are all above the gray fog. If I want to retrieve them, I have to hold a ritual first, which would waste at least one or two minutes. And my unprotected physical body would be extremely vulnerable… What should I do? Klein rationally stopped trying and stood where he was, thoughts racing.

Furthermore, whether it’s the…