Chapter 110: Behind the Door

Chapter 110: Behind the Door

In that instant, the first thought that surfaced in Klein’s mind was:

Zaratul indeed has a scheme!

Immediately afterward, he felt extremely glad that he had obtained the correct “door-opening” symbol from the Antigonus family notebook in advance. He now had confidence and would not fall into panic and helplessness.

Zaratul made the feather pen and ink bottle in His hand return to history. Lifting His head, He swept a glance over Gehrman Sparrow and the Demoness of Despair, Panatiya, then sighed and said, “All the conditions are already complete. You may go open the ‘Door of Escape.’”

At this point, His gaze settled upon Gehrman Sparrow’s face, and He chuckled.

“Do not forget to take away my urn.”

The moment His words fell, His entire body suddenly split apart into countless tiny specks of light, spreading in every direction and merging into the void. It was as though He had long since decayed and long since turned to ash.

Where He had sat, a tin-white jar remained. Its surface patterns were ancient and simple, with nothing special about them.

Klein had Gehrman Sparrow take two steps forward and bend down to pick up the tin jar. It felt heavy, unlike something fake.

He opened the lid with the hand holding the parchment and saw that it was filled with gray-white dust and particles, without a single flicker of light.

Are these really just ordinary ashes? Then who cremated Zaratul? Did He cremate Himself?

After Gehrman Sparrow closed the lid, he casually used the same hand holding the parchment to take a lump of fish meat from his pocket, stuff it into his mouth, and swallow it into his stomach pouch.

The Demoness of Despair, Panatiya, noticed his action. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked over, as if asking, “What are you trying to do?”

Klein quickly sent the meat into the marionette’s mouth, deliberately adjusting the respiratory tract.

“A little nervous.

“I do not know whether this ‘door-opening’ symbol will work.”

Panatiya had already confirmed that what the other party had eaten was ordinary fish meat, though it looked somewhat disgusting. In her half-mad state, she had no patience to make further distinctions. She shifted her gaze away and looked at the urn, smiling before she spoke.

“If it does not work, we can share it.

“I only need one spoonful a day. It can sustain me for a very long time.”

This Demoness’s mental state really is rather abnormal…

Klein sighed inwardly, passed the “eraser” angel statue suspected to be the Mother of the Sky, and walked to the wall behind it.

Then he turned sideways, pointed at the depression, and said to the Demoness of Despair, Panatiya, “Embed that obsidian slab into it.”

Panatiya’s smile was bright, but her eyes were cold.

“Show me the ‘door-opening’ symbol first.”

There is no need to guard against me this much. If I truly wanted to harm you, I would simply abandon the marionette at this moment. You would not have time to flee the church and would definitely be hung up. Afterward, I could slowly enter, pick up the obsidian slab, and still open the door and leave… However, there really is a slight problem with the symbol Zaratul provided. I still need someone to bear it with me…

As Klein’s thoughts shifted, he had Gehrman Sparrow raise his palm, pat his stomach, and open his mouth.

A lump of indistinct flesh and blood quickly surged out, continuously piling forward and becoming Mr. A, beautiful like a woman.

Seeing this, Gehrman Sparrow flicked the parchment open.

The special symbol and the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula appeared simultaneously before the Demoness of Despair, Panatiya, and Mr. A.

Panatiya’s eyes moved slightly. Suddenly, she smiled sweetly and said, “You open the door. You go out first.”

She had confirmed that Gehrman Sparrow was currently still helping manipulate her Spirit Body Threads, so there was still plenty of time to wait.

As she spoke, she tossed the ugly doll smeared with blood and flesh and…