It really was " Teleportation " here... How extravagant... Alger tensed up for a moment, then relaxed, but his vigilance and alertness remained unchanged.
Upon seeing Gehrman Sparrow again, he noticed that while the man's characteristics remained largely unchanged, the indescribable aura of strength emanating from him was even more profound and awe-inspiring.
As expected of a mad adventurer capable of instigating Demigod- level battle and escaping unscathed... Alger's slight pride in becoming Sequence 5 vanished in an instant.
Carrying a lantern, he slowly walked over, looked at Gehrman Sparrow, and deliberately said:
The traces you leave here may not disappear for hundreds or thousands of years.
He was trying to determine whether the collapse of the mountain was related to the other party.
Klein glanced at the changed terrain, released his right hand from his top hat, and smiled politely:
"The one who contributed the most here is ' Sea King '."
Wow, he actually orchestrated a Demigod war that could have destroyed Bayam, causing " Sea King " to directly attack this place... And under these circumstances, he's still alive and even "took away" " Admiral of Blood "—it's unbelievable! Alger began to suspect that Gehrman Sparrow possessed a Level 1 Sealed Artifact, which is equivalent to Demigod- level item!
He didn't show his shock and astonishment, nor did he dare to probe further, instead asking:
"Are you planning to go to that primitive island now?"
"Of course," Klein replied calmly.
It's late at night, the time when Dawn Dantès. But during the day, he'll have to show his face.
Of course, to guard against unexpected situations such as fires, Klein also summoned the " Magic Mirror " Arrodes, so that it would keep an eye on the mirror illusions here at all times and provide assistance when necessary.
In other words, the Church of Evernight's "dream therapy" for Mr. Richman had ended, otherwise I would definitely have had to postpone this operation... Klein couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Alger examined himself and realized that he couldn't get any magical items in a short time, so he took out a black iron ring with spike-like protrusions and put it on his left thumb.
Suppressing a throbbing headache, he nodded slightly and said:
"It's a pleasure doing business with you."
Then he saw Gehrman Sparrow walk over expressionlessly and reach out to grab his shoulder.
In that instant, Alger's first reaction was that the other party was going to attack him, and his instinct was to dodge to the side. However, he immediately remembered his previous guess, and in the Blink of an eye, he forcibly controlled his subconscious action, letting the Mad Adventurer's palm fall on his left shoulder.
Then, he noticed that Gehrman Sparrow's left hand had become transparent, as if it held the reflection of the Spirit World. Then, the blackness in front of him became more intense, the red moon became more vivid, and the various colors were distinct yet layered together.
Countless, almost invisible figures retreated backward as Alger, with the help of Gehrman Sparrow, swiftly traversed the Spirit World.
Creeping Hunger... " Teleportation "... So that's how it is... Just as a similar thought crossed his mind, he saw his body plummeting straight down, the intense colors around him fading, and everything returning to normal.
Beach... reefs... trees... this is a deserted island... Alger looked around, about to speak, when once again the color blocks around him intensified and layered clearly.
This time, when they left the Spirit World, they were in mid-air, with the deep blue sea below them, its waves undulating.
Although Alger had never actually fought alongside Gehrman Sparrow, his extensive experience allowed him to immediately and skillfully create a swirling gust of wind, keeping the two of them Levitation.
Thus, the " Travel " was successfully activated once again, Alger and Gehrman Sparrow's figures quickly faded, becoming transparent to nothingness.
When the surrounding scenery returned to normal, the two had arrived at the edge of a giant island. Mist had settled in the air, and only a small amount of crimson Moonlight could penetrate it. This did not dispel the darkness of the forest and mountains, but instead shrouded them in a sinister and bloody atmosphere.
"This is it," Alger said, looking around.
Klein appeared nonchalant, but in reality, he observed his surroundings with unusual caution. He found the place to be extremely quiet; there was not a sound of birds chirping, wolves howling, or even insects chirping, giving it a deathly stillness.
Seemingly anticipating his feelings, Alger raised the lantern, illuminating the overgrown path ahead marked with animal tracks, and said:
"If you come during the day, it's quite lively here, and you can even see some bird creatures that only exist in myths and legends flying in the sky above the forest."
"But at night, the 'power' that dominates this place seems to change, and many extraordinary species hide away, waiting for dawn."
Mr. The Hanged Man had been here more than once, and had been here at least once during the day and once at night... Klein nodded silently, saying nothing more.
Alger thought for two seconds, then pointed ahead:
"We followed this road into the Black Forest, always moving forward, until we reached that ancient ruin whose exact age is unknown."
"Along this journey, any extraordinary creatures we encounter that we are capable of dealing with, if killed alone, all the corresponding materials belong to the killer; if killed in cooperation, you will keep the spoils. Once we leave this place, they will be distributed in turns, with the priority and number of selections adjusted according to the specific contributions made."
Instead of rushing into action, he first clarified the route and allocation plan to avoid disagreements and conflicts during the exploration.
I'll keep the spoils of our cooperative kills... Mr. " The Hanged Man " is quite sincere... Klein raised his right hand, adjusted his half-high silk hat, and chuckled in a low voice:
"No problem."
Alger secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued:
"Our main purpose this time is to explore that ancient ruin. Any gains along the way are secondary. Once we finish exploring, it would be best to leave directly without going to other areas or taking other routes."
"As for when you want to come back, and which area you want to go to, that's all up to you, and you can decide for yourself."
Alger emphasized this because he feared that Gehrman Sparrow. He knew that extraordinary Beyonder were not perpetual motion machines and would inevitably tire. After such a round of exploration, they would surely be close to their limits. If they were to force themselves to hunt extraordinary creatures in other areas, the roles of Hunter and prey would likely be reversed. Even if a mad adventurer was very powerful and unafraid of such dangers, a prolonged state of Spirituality depletion could still trigger signs of losing control.
You think that's not what I was thinking? I was worried that you were too Greed, wanting to get more, and blindly going deeper... Klein chuckled and said:
"I am a polite person."
"Polite?" Alger didn't quite understand what Gehrman Sparrow was trying to say.
Klein's lips curled slightly upwards, his expression taking on a sinister air in the darkness.
It is impolite to stay too long when visiting someone's home for the first time.
... This guy's way of thinking and his logic are completely different from normal people... No wonder he's a mad adventurer... Alger was taken aback for a moment, then picked up the lantern and stepped forward in the dim, Specter.
Let's go.
Klein walked beside Alger with his arms hanging naturally at his sides, as if on a picnic.
The two quickly entered the dark forest where almost no Moonlight could penetrate. They saw that the trees here were all thick and tall, with dense foliage; even the smallest ones were too big for one person to hug.
Their common characteristic is that the bark is distinctly scaly, densely pieced together, as if it could come to life at any moment and wriggle on the surface.
Like a variant of the dragon-patterned tree, or a snake-scale tree? Klein withdrew his gaze and looked at the weeds at his feet that seemed to be doing well.
Neither he nor Alger spoke, remaining unusually silent. Despite the quiet surroundings and the presence of others, neither wanted to say anything to dispel the awkwardness.
As they walked, the two men, using the light of the lantern, noticed that the trees ahead suddenly became sparse.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A dull thud echoed from that area, growing clearer and more pronounced as Alger and Gehrman drew closer.
As the two entered the sparse area, the light from the lantern finally shone through, allowing them to see hunched or crawling figures.
Among these figures were humans, baboons, goats, and tigers. They were using stones or their claws to constantly grind and polish the piles of trees and rocks, seemingly building a palace.
Without the cover of dense foliage, a few rays of crimson Moonlight pierced through the accumulated mist and fell upon the figures, giving them a faint blood-red hue.
Humans? Klein's eyes narrowed, and he immediately spread his fingers on his left hand. Alger slowed his pace, preparing his vocal cords to vibrate at any moment.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the figures stopped what they were doing, turned around in unison, and looked at the two outsiders.
Some were pale, some had withered fur, and some had ulcers on their bodies; none of them looked like they were still alive.
Corpses... Are there supernatural beings using corpses to build palaces for themselves? Klein's gaze passed over them and went further into the distance, where he saw a dark cave that slanted deep into the ground. Around it, weeds lay flattened, and several white feathers stained with light yellow butter were scattered about.
Feathers... corpse... Klein immediately thought of the byproduct of the Spirituality Religion's Artificial Death Project, and the aura infection that made him grow feathers.
The "lord" of this region is no weakling... He made this judgment calmly.
At this moment, after observing carefully for a while, Alger hesitated for two seconds before making a suggestion:
"I've never seen anything like this before, and I'm unsure of the level of this extraordinary being. Perhaps we should bypass it and choose a more reliable target?"
He instinctively felt that something extremely dangerous was hidden in that dark cave.
"That's exactly what I was waiting for!" Klein, maintaining his Gehrman Sparrow persona, silently breathed a sigh of relief and scoffed.
"Wouldn't that be impolite?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled, as if some creature underneath had rolled over!