Chapter 35: Popping the Eyes of the Hidden Sage

"Do it!"

Old Neil only felt a loud thunder not far away, boom!
His ears were buzzing and he felt a little dizzy because of the noise. He finally realized that Dunn and the others were coming for him!
"What are you doing! Dunn! I..." Old Neil couldn't hear what he was saying. His eardrums seemed to be injured by the thunder, and the sound he heard was a little distorted.

He saw Old Blue not far from him. Like a top predator, he pounced to his side in an instant, his muscular left arm pressed on his left shoulder, his right hand formed into a claw, and with the sound of wind and thunder, he clawed behind him...

"No!" Old Neil shouted with a horrified look on his face, "No!"

But it seemed as if a heavy burden was placed on his left shoulder, making it impossible for him to straighten his back and make any other movements.

Pop! Like the sound of puncturing a water balloon, the sound of puncturing a balloon filled with water came out, pop!

“No!” Old Neil subconsciously looked at the figure not far away who had been silently accompanying him since the ceremony…

"Salisette..."

"Salister..." Dunn closed his eyes and repeated old Neil's words in a low voice. Then he bent down, and ripples seemed to spread out around him.

Old Blue's right hand, filled with rage, grabbed and exploded the "Eye of Peering" that was floating in the air, had no eyelashes, and was almost transparent. It seemed that all of its extraordinary power was in concealment, but it was extremely fragile. Once discovered, it would be destroyed.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Up to this point, everything has been planned. Whether or not Old Neil can be saved... is still unknown... But Klein lacks the stimulation of Old Neil losing control... No, that can't be said. A person doesn't have to go through hardships to grow..."

"Ah! No! The Spirit...hides...Him..."

Old Neil's painful voice was heard, and his hair was gray, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth. His dark red eyes were slightly turbid, but full of pain and fear.

There was a crack on his forehead and cheek, as if a pair of eyes were about to grow there;

Short black hair began to grow on his body, as if he was turning into another species;
His mouth opened wide and a thick, bloody, black, hairy liquid began to flow out.

"XX! Out of control!" Old Blue cursed loudly. His left arm was still suppressing Old Neil, but he had no way to deal with the out-of-control symptoms.

Matthew also bulged his muscles, but he did not find any hostile target. After seeing the change in old Neil, he was gathering strength, ready to execute the old Night Watchman at any time.

Circles of ripples spread out, and the desperately struggling old Neil fell into a deep sleep, became peaceful, and slumped on the ground. All the out-of-control symptoms also stagnated and no longer developed in a more serious direction.

Old Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had the Chaos Puddle and Mr. Fool as a backup, they were the last resort and would be difficult to explain once used... It would be best to solve it with normal means... He said to Matthew:
"Relax, Dunn has already put Old Neil into a dream, and his out-of-control symptoms have stopped... Maybe Old Neil can still be saved..."

Matthew glanced at Dunn, who was hunched over next to him, and then focused his gaze on Old Neil again. He said in a low voice:

"Old man, is there really any hope... out of control..."

Old Blue raised his left hand, which no longer needed to be suppressed, and patted his right hand that was stained with the bursting liquid of the Eye of Peering. He watched the mucus, blood and flesh tissue turn into nothingness and disappear, and said:
"Of course, he is only close to losing control... He has shown certain symptoms and there is still room for recovery. As long as we control him and use ritual magic to stabilize his condition, we can contain it... Maybe he can return to normal?" "Matthew, you use the ritual magic."

Hmm? Matthew looked at Old Blue with a strange look, as if to say, when did you develop Alzheimer's disease? Do you have the illusion that I can perform ritual magic?
……

"Ritual magic? I know it!" Klein's mood fluctuated as he watched the situation develop. After he heard Old Blue say that ritual magic could save Old Neil, he immediately wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated falling, and returned to reality.

A handsome man with black hair and green eyes appeared in front of Klein. "Leonard? You..."

"Klein? Why did you fall asleep here?" Leonard, who had the temperament of a poet, had a strange expression on his face and waved his hand. "Hey, you are not a Beyonder of the Insomniac Path. You must restrain yourself at night..."

Klein was both angry and amused, but he was neither in the mood nor had the time to joke around. He immediately jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the partition, and said quickly:
"Come quickly! Old Neil is in trouble! The captain has used the "Nightmare" ability to control him..."

Leonard's expression quickly turned serious. He used his Midnight Poet's physique to quickly catch up with Klein. He couldn't help but mutter, "Captain... No wonder Klein slept on the sofa in the reception hall. The captain must have told him in his dream..."

Klein didn't have time to care about what Leonard was mumbling. The spiral stone steps seemed like props to him. His steps were light and fast, so he didn't have to worry about missing a step or losing his balance.

Leonard was almost stunned. "Klein is so powerful?" He hesitated for a moment. He didn't dare to move forward at full speed like Klein, or even make a big jump... He was afraid that the "Wheel Nad" incident a few years ago would happen again... That incident was so embarrassing...

"Tsk." The voice was playful and teasing, successfully making Leonard go downstairs more cautiously.

Klein had already run to the intersection. He saw Frye, who was supposed to be guarding the "Chaness Gate", rushing over from the front with a dark long hair ornament. In just a moment, the name and code name of the item emerged in his mind:

"Quiet Hair? 3-0611..."

Klein looked puzzled and was about to speak, but Frye spoke first. The pale-faced "corpse collector" didn't waste a second, gestured, and ran towards the armory, saying:

"Something happened to Old Neil... The captain pulled me into a dream and asked me to take out the "Silent Hair" to control Old Neil..."

"So this is possible! Notifying teammates in a dream... Nightmare! Tranquility Hair can calm Old Neil down..." Klein immediately figured everything out and couldn't help but feel relieved about Dunn's choice. He is worthy of being the captain! He is worthy of being Dunn!

"I must survive..." He quickly caught up with Frye, feeling a little relieved. According to what he saw from the gray fog and Frye's timely assistance, Old Neil was likely to be saved! After controlling it, it all depended on his ritual magic!
Suddenly, a familiar buzzing sound of prayer interrupted his progress.

"Praying sound?" Klein was a little surprised. "It should be the priestess... Is she praying to me for ritual magic to save Old Neil? Or... has something changed in such a short time since I came here?"

"But... we're already this close, and Leonard is behind me. I can't possibly climb up the gray fog..."

Klein made his choice and took another step, rushing towards the armory at the end of the corridor. "We must make it in time... Old Neil, hold on!"

The light penetrating the glass illuminated the detention center outside the armory. Everything seemed so normal and calm, as if Fry's entry just now had not caused any waves.

(End of this chapter)