Chapter 41: due end
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In the evening, Klein, who was wearing a long black trench coat, stepped on the iron-framed stairs, got off the public carriage, shrank his neck, and walked towards No. 2 Daffodil Street.
"It seems to be getting colder recently, and I don't know if there will be heavy snow in winter." Klein stepped on the faded floor tiles, his shadow was pulled by the dim light of the gas street lamp next to him, and dragged on the ground in a long string. out of tune.
Just as he was about to trot a few steps, he quickly took out the brass key in his trousers pocket, and when he returned to the living room to warm himself, a huge white bone palm suddenly stretched out through the faded floor tiles stained with a lot of dust, and dropped it. A very carefully varnished cowhide envelope.
Klein was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was Mr. Azik's messenger, and hurriedly picked up the thin envelope from the ground.
He looked at the envelope lying in his hands with complicated eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he unconsciously complained:
"Do you have to be so secretive every time..."
In his mind, he compared the gap between himself and Mr. Azik's messenger, and he used the key to open the door with the number 2 engraved on it.
Because he read a lot of materials outside Chanis today, and checked the red chimney house in Tingen again in the afternoon, Klein was unable to catch up with dinner at home again today.
He handed his black cane inlaid with silver to the maid Bella, and he paced impatiently into the kitchen where he still reserved a dinner for himself.
Due to Mr. Azik's letter, he did not choose to chat with Benson as usual, but after a brief exchange, he found a reason to rest and returned to his room on the second floor.
He closed the door with a bang, Klein skillfully pulled up the curtains, then raised his right arm, holding a silver dagger in his hand, spraying his spirituality, constructing a spirituality wall that can resist most influences.
Sitting at the desk, he cut open the paint with a letter opener in anticipation, took out the letter in the envelope, and looked at the gas lamp at the head of the table.
"Dear Klein..."
"Some materials will be sent to your residence..."
"Regarding 'sacrifice', this is a very dangerous area. You can't trust any unfamiliar existence you may come into contact with in the process, and you must also cultivate your own strong discernment ability, which can ensure that you will not be attacked by evil spirits. Being deceived by the devil, he will not lose his soul inexplicably."
Simply put, we must be vigilant, beware of "telecom fraud", and don't believe the other party's nonsense. Just like online dating in the original world, you can't take the photos sent by the other party as everything, at least be suspicious... For no reason, Klein recalled what happened to his roommate in college and his roommate. He felt chills all over when he remembered that friend and a big guy who had called "wife" for half a year.
He hurriedly gathered his thoughts, put his attention back on the letter paper in his hand, and carefully watched the main event below.
"As for the correct process of 'sacrifice', this is a nearly fixed ceremony. First, you need to set up a corresponding platform, adjust it according to the hidden existence you want to point to, and use the herbs and ores from the opponent's corresponding field. Pay particular attention to his corresponding symbols."
Symbols? Klein was stunned for a moment. He still doesn't know what his symbol is.
"You don't have to design this yourself, right?" He just had such an idea, but suddenly the strange symbol behind the "The Fool" high-back chair, half "eye without pupil" and "distorted eye" appeared in his mind. line" combination.
"That's my symbol? But Miss Justice and the others have similar symbols behind their seats. Isn't this a symbol of the Path, or is the symbol behind me actually a symbol of gray fog?" Klein Rubbing his forehead, frowning slightly, he whispered the thoughts and guesses in his head, "I can do divination first, if that symbol is indeed a symbol of gray fog, I can also try it, after all, I can answer prayers The essence of it is to use the personality of the gray fog to bind it to itself."
The reason why I dare to do this is that the "God of Mysteries" is probably already "dead", and he may have really returned home. After all, according to yesterday's research, if his state is still normal, I won't even accept it. To prayer... Klein breathed a sigh of relief silently.
He then read the following procedure, and then looked at the part about "Summoning" written by Mr. Azik.
In this regard, Mr. Azik's attitude is still serious, and he emphasizes that the sequence he is in is too weak, don't try to summon unknown existences.
Only at the end of the letter, the gentleman's attitude softened, and the wording used in writing was not serious, but rather easy-going.
"...As for the Qieringus you mentioned, this news has made me understand some abnormalities that have happened around me recently, and the sealed item corresponding to the 'shepherd' on him is indeed hooked. I became interested, maybe this sequence touched on some of my past memories, which may help me recover my memory."
Klein turned the letter over and made sure he didn't miss anything, then rubbed his fingers slightly, and the spiritual sparks blew gas, burning gas from a corner of the letter, burning the entire letter to ashes in a few seconds, and sprinkled it into the garbage with the wind inside the barrel.
Klein pulled the chair, left the desk, and walked to a relatively open place. He took four steps in the opposite direction with familiarity, passed through the heavy chatter, and climbed directly above the gray fog.
Surrounded by the eternal gray fog, he sat upright on the high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table, neatly took off the silver chain wrapped around his left wrist, the citrine pendant hung straight down, accompanied by the gram Ryan's silent thoughts turned.
He wants to determine whether the weird symbol behind him is a symbol of gray fog. If the result is correct, he will complete the ritual of summoning himself today!
The yellow crystal pendant rotated clockwise without hesitation, indicating that when Klein played The Fool, the weird symbol on the high-back chair behind him was indeed a symbol of gray fog.
Finally... Klein relaxed slightly, leaned back slightly, and leaned on the back of the stone high-back chair.
He could finally have one more hole card.
After a few seconds of delay, he got up with strength, ready to extend his spirituality to wrap himself, return to the real world, arrange corresponding rituals, and immediately carry out the ritual of summoning himself.
At this moment, a burst of crimson suddenly flickered above the gray fog, expanding and then contracting, as if to symbolize a person's breathing.
Klein stopped the spread of his spirituality, raised his right hand lightly, controlled his spirituality, and touched the crimson star that was flashing.
With a bang, the light burst out, forming a distorted and blurry picture.
He saw Miss Justice in an off-white court dress, and saw her sitting on a chair in a dark corner, clasping her hands against her forehead, praying devoutly.
He listened to the illusory superimposition, the slightly immature and tensed sweet girl who turned back layer by layer, and his brows could not help wrinkling.
Klein thought silently for a while, and then responded.
After several hesitations, Klein threw the image composed of the crimson stars into the stars symbolizing "The Hanged Man", and quickly wrapped himself in spirituality, passing through the thick gray full of terrifying ravings. Mist, when he arrived in the real world, he leaned over to the desk, took out a piece of letter paper, and started writing.
"...According to the emergency information I received, the pirate I mentioned to you, Zilingus, has infiltrated the party held at Duke Negan's mansion tonight, and his purpose is unclear for the time being. But he has the ability to use the 'shepherd' to change his appearance and disguise himself as a baron named Gramir..."
Klein didn't use the envelope, but folded it casually, then flipped through to find the old copper whistle that he had put on his coat, puffed out his cheeks, and blew it violently.
A huge, terrifying phantom bone messenger emerged from under Klein's floor in an instant, with a huge head facing Klein, and the pale flames in his eyes were full of fire.
Klein looked up and down, and honestly handed the letter to the messenger, then quickly blew the copper whistle to end the call.
But he didn't stop his movements, and immediately set up another ritual different from "sacrifice".
"Faced with the reality that there may not be a strong "messenger", the best I can do is to seize every opportunity to improve myself, and I can only do so much about Qilingers. Now." Klein held the spiritual oil in his hand and moved very smoothly.
.......
Azik, who was walking in Backlund University, suddenly stopped, looked at the surrounding air, raised his right hand under the guidance of his hunch, and steadily used the letter handed over by his messenger.
Ards frowned as he looked at the letter paper that was folded at random in his hand, and read at a slow pace on the spot.
It was not until he had read the entire content that his clenched brows eased a little, and a gleam of light flashed in his brown eyes.
In Backlund University, where the flow of people is not sparse, Azik used the spirit world shuttle as if no one else, the surrounding environment was instantly distorted, and the colors became more vivid, red more red, white more white, It's like an abstract painting that hasn't dried out yet.
After a period of gloom and coldness, the tall and straight gentleman disappeared silently in place, and a student walking with his head down walked straight through where he stood just now, shivering uncontrollably.
.......
Amidst the screams of extreme fear all around, Qilingus' thoughts were extremely violent, and then his fingers moved, and the glove on his left palm wriggled wildly, showing a layer of fine dark golden scales, with his double The eyes changed at the same time, the pupil color became lighter, and the pupil was like the tip of a needle.
Irritability turned into irritability, but he still took advantage of the cowardice of these nobles for the first time, and used "Dragon Power" to intensify their panic.
Those official Beyonders would definitely not dare to take action under such circumstances, and the consequences of accidentally hurting a noble would not be easy!
Qilingos' legs violently exerted force, and under the blessing of the strong wind, he knocked several banquet members who were fleeing around, and was about to bump into one who was frightened and dumbfounded. His hair was all white but very dense, and his temperament was gentle and elegant the old man.
A blue-eyed man in a tuxedo who was chasing Qilingus was startled and shouted:
"Consultant Rambis, be careful!"
As if the old man didn't hear it, he remained stunned, but his turbid eyes turned slightly.
Qilingus snorted disdainfully, then changed direction, jumped out from a convex belly window, and then gliding a constant distance with the wind around him, flying directly out of Duke Negan's mansion.
He rolled to the ground, changed his face in an instant, took off his dress, and ran quickly.
This is a municipal park, which he surveyed in advance, a more lively park in Backlund.
As long as he used the crowd in the park, he could smoothly integrate into the population of more than five million in Backlund and successfully escape back to sea.
It's just a pity for that card... Although Qilingus was unwilling, he could only speed up his actions, and finally got rid of his pursuers by the artificial lake.
He was just about to take advantage of the terrain of the canal to swim into the Tussock River, when an invisible barrier blocked his way, isolating him from the water that was so close at hand. He could only see it, but couldn't touch it.
His heart moved, and several huge wind blades flew out, but as soon as they touched the barrier, they disappeared without a sound, as if they had been moved to another place without a trace.
Just as Qilingers was about to take another action, the glove on his hand had already wriggled and changed his image, but the spiritual warning in his mind was a blast.
With his good fighting nerves, Qilingus subconsciously jumped sideways, turned his head slightly, and caught a glimpse of the place he was standing just now being violently slashed by a huge white bone palm~www.mtlnovel.com~ a hideous The white-boned behemoth was bending over and squatting there.
He immediately switched to the soul bound by Creeping Hunger, the gloves were suddenly dyed with a layer of pure gold plating, and then he opened his arms as if embracing the sun.
However, the expected fiery beam of light did not appear. Instead, the white-boned monster adjusted the orientation of his body, imitating his movements, and also opened his arms.
Wow wow wow.
An illusory sound of water suddenly sounded in Qilingus' ears. He heard the sound and looked around, only to see that his ankles had been submerged by the dark phantom water waves, and countless spirits with numb expressions and haggard faces stared straight at him. The malice in his eyes almost overflowed.
.......
Alger Wilson, who wasted a lot of time searching for the "God Singer", suppressed the impulse in his head, and the blood thumped beside his temples.
He flew to the artificial lake where violent spiritual fluctuations had occurred just now, stood on a dirt slope, looked down from a high place, and looked down at the open space below.
Without warning, his expression froze, and a trace of panic gradually crept onto this tough guy's face, which was extremely obvious.
Beneath the small soil slope, the "Singer of God" was standing on the grass that had become desolate and innocent with a black face, facing a white bone that was randomly spliced together.
There was no flash on his body, the glove on his left hand was missing, only his head was "intact", his two shriveled eyes stared blankly ahead, and there was a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.
Qilingus... Alger swallowed hard, then pressed his right hand against his chest, his lips slightly parted.
But after all, he was unable to "praise the storm" as usual. After a while of silence, he walked down the **** with a blank face and said in his heart:
"Praise Mr. Fool."
Chapter 42: Resurrected Archon
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Somewhere on a reef in the Furious Sea, the huge waves engulfed by the gust of wind suddenly stopped in the air, and the surrounding thunderstorms also lost their sound. The entire reef seemed to be cut off from the surrounding environment, silent.
There was a twist in the air dominated by darkness, and the colors suddenly became bright. Several larger color blocks were glued to each other, and the strangely mixed and elongated figures outlined two tall men.
The bronze-skinned man with soft facial features and the "sage" with an exotic face each stood on the corner of the reef, facing each other with grim expressions.
"Are you 'secret', messenger?" Azik Eggers felt the familiar atmosphere around him, he found that he had temporarily lost contact with the underworld. blocked.
In his knowledge, only that and his followers can do this, only they can do it so thoroughly.
Wearing a white robe with a gold border, Ambrosius played with the Sealed Artifact ripped from Zilingus with his left hand - a wriggling hunger, his fingers slowly stretched, his body relaxed, and he responded indifferently:
"It seems that you recalled something? This time is much faster than before. Have you been to the old castle when you were Baron Lachem?"
Azik's frown deepened, and after trying to recall, he found some fragments in his brain.
"Are you Roman, Roman Ambrosius?"
Ambrosius raised his chin in surprise, the golden fringe on his white robe was embellished with hazy stars, and there was a hint of surprise in his peaceful voice:
"Aren't you doing something for 'that' now?"
"Which one?" Azik's brows flattened, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were mixed together, and obvious doubts appeared in his brown pupils.
The hazy starlight on Ambrosius was slightly dim, but it was still moving fast, as if to outline some unknown pattern.
He slowly took off the translucent human-skin glove from his hand, and while imitating the authority of the "underworld" to seal it, he looked at the state of Azik Eggers and asked:
"Why did you take action against that pirate named Qilingus?"
Standing on the corner of the reef, Azik seemed to remember something, and his expression was painful.
He tentatively walked to the center of the reef, and felt the stimulation of the memory in his mind brought by the obviously exotic man in front of him, and responded indifferently:
"Because of the request of one of my students, he is an official Beyonder, and this is the person they want to get rid of."
Ambrosius looked at the other party's movements, and there was a chill behind him.
Even a mythical creature couldn't deal with it calmly when he saw the death consul of the Balam Empire looking at him with such a gaffe and strange expression... Ambrosius put aside the thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind. Strange idea, he said as usual:
"This is indeed a reasonable reason."
He looked up and down again at Azik, who was still standing in the middle of the reef, and asked tentatively:
"Looks like you remembered a lot of things?"
At this time, Azik's demeanor has changed greatly. The brown eyes are no longer gentle, but contain a touch of indifference, as if he has lost some of his emotions.
With the partial return of memory, the white wings spread from the gentleman's shoulders, and the feathers painted with mysterious patterns fell off from time to time, spontaneously ignited, and slowly fell to the ground.
Azik Eggers, who still had some pain on his face, looked at the green scales growing on his arms, and said in a low and majestic voice:
"I seem to have been taken advantage of. My previous fate was involved in too many unusual things. If it wasn't for the help of the 'Mysterious God', I might even have gotten out of control in front of Rahem's castle."
Ambrosius was on alert for the other party's state, and in his blue-purple pupils, doors made of stars appeared, layered upon layers, and spliced into a dazzling symbol. He continued the other party's words and said:
"That won't get out of control, but you are definitely not you anymore. There are too many existing interventions in Tingen's affairs. You'd better stay in Backlund now, in a secret recovery state, or in some less dangerous places. Where to find memory."
"I can't help you too much about this. After all, I only traveled with you for a while after you lost your memory in the Pale Disaster." The rapidly changing patterns on Ambrosius' white robe no longer flickered, and gradually returned to Calm, "If your state deteriorates, surrendering to the Lord is also a good choice. I think this is not an unacceptable choice."
The huge white wings fluttered violently, and Azik, who had transformed into a half-human, half-snake, straightened up, and clusters of pale flames burned out of thin air around him, seemingly dispelling the anger around him.
"Tingen and my students, my enemies, I can't stay away from there and escape."
student? enemy? Ambrosius' curiosity was suddenly stirred to the extreme, but his restraint did not allow him to make a fuss. In the end, only one eyebrow was raised, and his tone was slightly ups and downs:
"You care about that student, and that so-called enemy, don't tell me you want to avenge the 'Death'."
Azik, whose face was also dotted with green scales, shook his head and denied:
"Not to avenge the 'Death', someone stole my son's skull, and he must pay the price he deserves."
Then he paused, the indifference in his eyes became a little weak, and he said with a little hesitation:
"Student, student, my student did help me a lot, but it was also a coincidence at the time, not long ago in the ancient castle..."
As Azik fell into self-doubt and stopped speaking, Ambrosius seemed to sense something, and there was a rare look of consternation in his eyes. He organized the language several times and asked after a long deliberation:
"Are you suspicious of that student?"
Azik turned his attention to the sudden question, and after a few seconds of silence, he answered affirmatively:
"No, I'm just wondering to what extent my life has been manipulated this time, and whether the person behind you has also intervened. After all, my students have obviously violated their fate."
No, the fate of the conflict is certain, that student of yours may be my lord... Ambrosius sighed slightly, and the muscles on his face almost twitched.
In connection with the previous awakening of the Lord, the appearance of "The Fool", and some events at the end of the fourth era, He could only think of the beginning of the Lord's plan, but He did not expect that the truth might be so unbelievable.
After all, about the conspiracy between the Lord and several other beings at the end of the Fourth Epoch, the angels under His seat do not know the whole picture, so the possibility of this situation may not be small at present, and this specific method is also of the Third Epoch. The one who used it.
Ambrosius calmed down and threw the "squirming hunger" that had been sealed in his hand to Azik, who was half-human and half-snake, and advised:
"I can't give a definite answer about the violation of fate you said, but I still recommend that you stay away from Tingen for a while, and if you need it, I can also provide you with some help to help you maintain your state. Your current humanity is more maintained under the arrangement of my Lord. The false humanity is the solidification of your character in this life. You need to find a way to find your true self, otherwise you will still go out of control. The way you are now It's the best proof."
At the end, He paused, thought for a while, and reminded again:
"The 'Death God' has awakened, don't stay in the Furious Sea for too long."
Immediately, the invisible barrier around the reef shattered silently, the wind rolled the waves and slapped the dark reef heavily, and the roar of lightning once again ruled the sky.
Opposite Azik, the figure of Ambrosius has disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed.
With the peculiar smell dissipated, Azik, who was half human and half snake, returned to his normal appearance. The dark blue suit on his body was stretched and damaged in many places. He rubbed his slightly swollen forehead and silently rubbed it. "Wriggling Hunger" was put on the left hand, and the color of the whole body increased for a while. In the background like an abstract painting, the figure of this tall man also disappeared.
As for Qilingus' spirit and characteristics, he doesn't care about the other party's whereabouts.
.......
Alger, who had just been questioned by the "Singer of God" about the source of intelligence and did not receive many awards, was not surprised, but his dissatisfaction was rising.
However, considering the overall situation and his future future, Alger could only strictly abide by the orders given by the "Singer of God" himself, and stay near the scene, waiting for the death of the Archbishop, El Snake, Zilingus. the last divination.
After a few minutes, the archbishop walked out of the barrier formed by the water curtain, and with a glance, a man with an anchor tattoo on his neck, who was in charge of leading the "punisher" nearby, immediately leaned forward, humbly. He bowed his head and asked:
"His Excellency Archbishop, do you need us to investigate the murderer who killed Qilingus?"
El Snake shook his head silently, and couldn't help but look back at Qilingus' strange corpse. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com commanded in a deep voice:
"There's no need to track down the murderer who killed Qilingus. I will report this matter directly to His Majesty the Pope. This may involve two angels."
Angel... The rough man who was just about to express his position suddenly stayed in place and lost his ability to speak.
In the distance, Alger could barely hear the conversation. Although he didn't feel much surprised, he was inevitably a little rough, and his mood was difficult to calm down.
Although he was very clear that Qilingus was involved in high-level items, and Mr. Fool did have angels under his seat, he did not expect to dispatch two at a time.
If I dare to betray, this may be my fate... Alger's peripheral vision saw that Archbishop Snake seemed to have something to say, and moved a few steps in that direction imperceptibly.
Wearing a robe embroidered with a wave pattern, Al Snake turned his gloomy face to the MI9 member who had arrived late. He couldn't help but lower his voice and said to the subordinate next to him:
"The cause of Zilingus' death is kept secret, and it is claimed that the Spirit Sect and the Witch Sect have silenced them, and the traces of the angel's appearance cannot be revealed."
Correspondingly, it should be the "Death God" pathway and the "Witch"? With the sound of the flowing wind, Alger, who was alienated from the outside world, nodded thoughtfully, pressed his collar without a trace, and walked towards the "Singer of God".
Under reasonable grounds, he was allowed to cooperate with MI9 to search all possible traces of Qilingers' comrades in the surrounding area.
During the search process, Alger took advantage of the need to expand the investigation, unsuspectingly escaped the attention of the upper management, and walked to the area he was responsible for alone.
Under the cover of layers of clothing on his body, a crystal-clear pendant was shining with a faint purple light.
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In a municipal park near the Tussock River, Alger, with dark blue messy half-long hair, took a few turns and hid in the shadow created by several tall plane trees, clinging to the cracked and hard trees. The trunk, the right hand climbed up to the chest again, and pressed the necklace under the clothes.
Just as his fingers spread spirituality, the thick layer of fallen leaves under his feet swayed with the wind.
The yellow or red leaves were clinging to the ground strangely. The wind was clearly strong enough at this time, but they seemed to be pressed by an invisible weight. Only the tips of the leaves were raised upwards, and the withered leaves were in the sound of the wind. It shattered and swirled into the air.
They are spliced and combined little by little, forming a cocoon-like ellipse in the air, and the illusory viscous black liquid flows out from the gap, as if it will drip to the ground at any time.
Until the viscous black liquid completely covered the surface of the cocoon formed by the fallen leaves, the eerie ellipse silently collapsed into a human shape.
Edmund Jason, as usual, descended beside Alger Wilson in a completely unpredictable manner.
"How does it feel to see your heart die tragically?" Edmund looked at his surroundings and asked in a casual tone.
Alger tried his best to suppress his rapid breathing. After quickly adjusting his state, he said in a low voice:
"Praise Mr. Fool, thank you for your shot."
Edmund smiled and glanced sideways at Alger, who was humble and bowed his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even greater:
"No, I didn't get rid of Qilingus, I have no interest in this kind of little person. He is just like the commoners everywhere in Backlund, they are just "nutrients" raised by the gods in captivity."
Nutrients... Alger couldn't help swallowing, and the originally slightly curved back turned deeper.
As if he didn't see Alger's small movements, Edmund raised his left hand at will, and the surrounding environment suddenly became extremely quiet. His tone was a little more serious, and he was no longer as frivolous as before:
"It was the other angels under my lord who killed the pirate who called himself 'Lieutenant Admiral Hurricane'. You did a good job this time. Although you still haven't received enough rewards because of your background, this is a good start."
Following his own words, Edmund's right hand turned over, and a dark blue "gem" appeared in his hand. The surrounding air slowly revolved around the "jewel", listen carefully, and there seemed to be waves. sounded.
Alger, who secretly looked up, froze in place, his slightly open mouth couldn't utter a single syllable.
"What's the matter, isn't this what you've been longing for?" Edmund's mouth was still raised, his voice was magnetic and charming, "Don't you want it?"
Alger didn't get carried away by this sudden "reward", but quickly calmed down and asked carefully:
"His Royal Highness Edmund, is this the characteristic of Qilingus?"
Edmund nodded indifferently, and his right hand, which was covered with luxurious black gloves, played with the "jewel" emitting a deep blue shimmer.
"Yes, this is a bonus to the information contained in his spirit."
The information in the spirit, that high-level item may be more important than I thought... Alger followed the hints implied in Edmund Jason's words, and said boldly:
"His Royal Highness Edmund, I ask you to grant me the characteristics of this 'Wind Blessed One'."
The dark blue "jewel" flipped up and down between Edmund's five fingers. The jet-black luxurious gloves reflected the dark blue light. Edmund happily responded to Alger's question:
"Can."
Hearing these simple words, Alger couldn't help being stunned.
Edmund watched Alger's reaction with satisfaction, and stopped playing with his right hand. The hot breath from his mouth collided with Backlund's coldness, and a touch of white air appeared.
He looked at Alger standing in front of him, manipulated the sudden light spot in the air, dragged out a stream of information, and poured it directly into Alger Wilson's mind.
"This is the potion formula corresponding to 'Wind Blessed', complete the corresponding role as soon as possible, Qilingus' assassination of Duke Negan of Loen is just the beginning, many existences can no longer hold back, this is also your chance ." Edmund spoke slowly, as if always elegant.
He gently placed the 'Wind Blessed' characteristic in Alger's hand, and his magnetic voice remained the same:
"If you can successfully complete your future tasks, it's not impossible for me to provide you with the characteristics of 'Ocean Singer', and even ceremonies can be prepared for you."
Alger, who kept his back down, solemnly swore:
"Only believe in Mr. Fool, I will definitely complete your task."
Wow!
In front of Alger, Edmund Jason's figure in a gorgeous formal suit suddenly collapsed, and under the pull of gravity, a pile of fallen leaves suddenly merged into the red and yellow on the ground, as if everything just now was an illusion.
There was still silence in the shadows cast by the three plane trees. Alger slowly straightened his upper body, holding the characteristics of the 'Wind Blessed' in his right hand. His dark blue eyes did not reveal a trace of emotion.
In the silence, he heard a cynical sneer.
.......
Just now because he was worried that Mr. Azik really went after Qilingus and caused an unnecessary accident, he had not taken any action until now. Only now did he board the gray fog and prepare to complete the "self-calling" Klein guided by spiritual intuition. He turned his head slightly and looked at the crimson stars not far away.
The crimson star corresponding to "The Hanged Man" expanded and contracted slightly, exuding an illusory and hazy light.
He then spread out his own spirituality and connected to the star that was constantly moving as if it was breathing.
As soon as his spirituality came into contact with the star, the entire crimson suddenly burst open, causing ripples to form a distorted blurry picture.
The "Hanged Man" with dark blue hair and nearly black hair and rough facial features is intertwining his fingers against his chin, praying devoutly:
"Dear Mr. Fool, thank you for your gift, Qilingus has been killed, and I will provide you with enough Emperor Roselle's diary as soon as possible."
Klein sat on the high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table, his back slightly leaned back, and his right hand tapped the edge of the long bronze table unconsciously.
It seems that Mr. Azik should not encounter any accident... Klein closed his eyes, and immediately scattered the picture composed of crimson light.
"I know."
He continued to use his spirituality to touch the crimson star that symbolized "The Hanged Man" and threw his words into it.
After doing all this, he was no longer distracted, but carefully observed the illusory gate that had formed above the gray fog.
A majestic spirituality is surging around this gate, and the ripple-like light pattern is mixed with traces of spirituality, which gently stretches out its general shape.
Klein concentrated his mind, controlled his own spirituality, and exerted an invisible force on the symbol in the center of the gate, which was a mixture of "eyes without pupils" and "twisted threads".
Silently, the endless gray fog and the magnificent and majestic giant's palace seemed to be dropped by a boulder, and ripples appeared in circles, wrapped in a lot of spirituality, and rushed towards the illusory " The Gate of Summoning".
A heavy rubbing sound suddenly sounded, and the door slowly opened, revealing a gap that radiated faint light.
After that gap, countless indescribable transparent shadows swam recklessly, and in a world that was extremely dark and deep, seven bright and pure brilliance of different colors that contained endless knowledge covered the "sky".
The Seven Lights and the Spirit World... Klein nodded secretly. After observing for a while, he voluntarily plunged into the darkness.
But what he didn't find was that behind him, on the high-backed chair painted with the symbol of gray fog, a "ghost" in a jet-black robe and a hood was quietly floating there.
He watched silently as Klein plunged into the "Gate of Summoning", watching that the door was about to collapse and dissipate.
Suddenly, the entire piece of gray fog stopped moving, and the ubiquitous gray-white fog strangely flowed back to where it was a few seconds ago, and a little dazzling starlight appeared on the important fulcrum of the "Gate of Summoning", which seemed to be strengthening this place. A phantom door.
The figure in the black robe raised his hand gently, and a translucent worm with twelve links and scattered with stardust-like brilliance drilled out of the gray-white mist beside him and plunged into the "Summoning Gate".
Unlike Klein, who had already descended into the real world and was making various attempts, his heart was slightly overjoyed, the little bug that "mysterious" put into the "Summoning Gate" directly sank into the corresponding spiritual world~www .mtlnovel.com~ As soon as the strange worm entered the range of the spirit world, all the spirit world creatures around it all cast their gazes at it, and then lost their vision together.
Only a spirit dragging a huge scythe and also wearing a broken black robe stopped its own movement. A milky white worm vaguely emerged from under his hood, madly twisting his illusory body as if trying to escape.
Gradually, gradually, the milky-white illusory insect stopped struggling, twelve golden links grew on its surface, stardust with bright rays of light gradually emerged, the illusory body gradually became real, and the milky white became translucent. Back under the hood again.
The figure dragging the giant sickle moved its limbs, as if nothing had happened, and once again wandered aimlessly in the boundless spiritual world with no concept of direction.
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After a while, the spirit-like Klein returned to the gray fog. His figure sat on the top of the long bronze table, and there was still a clear smile on his face.
He has just successfully tested the possibility of "I summon myself", which will be able to do many things that his own sequence can't do, enough to be called his secret hole card.
"Next is the secret note..." Klein whispered to himself.
In the previous attempt, he had successfully used his spiritual body to bring the notebook into the gray fog.
With apprehension and anticipation, he once again opened the cover of the blood-stained notebook.
In his sight, the previous content still existed, but after that, a blood-red handprint was clearly printed on the page, and the color was extremely rich, as if blood would spill out at any time.
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Klein silently examined the blood-red handprint that appeared on the page, and his right hand, which had been hitting the edge of the long bronze table, unconsciously lifted up, and slowly moved towards the old notebook that was spread out.
Suddenly, his left hand clasped his right hand, which he was slowly raising, with his brows furrowed, and then slowly released, his hands resting on the table normally.
"This notebook has the ability to deceive people's hearts and make people unable to resist touching it?" Klein stroked the edge of the hard-shell cover of the notebook with his left hand, and the whispered words were inaudible, "Or, it's just that this **** handprint has Such an ability, after all, I didn't have this impulse last time."
He stared silently at the notes on the table. After thinking for a while, he familiarly took off the silver chain on his left wrist and let the yellow crystal pendant hang down to the ground.
"There is no danger in touching the blood-red handprints that appeared on the note that Mr. Azik gave me."
"There is no danger in touching the blood-red handprints that appeared on the note that Mr. Azik gave me."
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The pendant hanging in the air first slowly turned counterclockwise, then stopped suddenly, and turned clockwise more quickly.
Klein looked solemnly at the ambiguous divination results in front of him, and his raised right hand froze in midair.
It's dangerous, but it's not very dangerous... He pursed the corners of his mouth, suddenly smiled strangely, calmly hung his hand over the **** handprint, and covered it tightly.
Reluctant to let the child catch the wolf... Klein felt the sudden dizziness in his head, and couldn't help laughing at himself.
The rich blood red spread out at once, splitting into separate and clear words, which were quickly reorganized and arranged in an orderly manner to form the text of the note.
Klein, on the other hand, obeyed the dizziness in his head, his consciousness sank, and he entered a dreamland where the color of the picture escaped, and he was always on the verge of collapse.
It was still the handsome man who was suspected of being a "mysterious god". His face was still soft, but his face was no longer covered with dark blue cracks like the one seen in the previous divination.
At this time, He was standing in a town shrouded in war, with a dozen or two or three-person giant octopus demonic wolf standing beside him, like a wax statue, his joints were twisted and stood still. , the mouth kept mumbling out-of-tune ravings.
"Walking class... wrinkling class... crepe life thunder..."
This babble is constantly changing its tone, just like a person who has lost the ability to speak is trying to recall his native language, like a child who is babbling is struggling to say his own name.
A faint whimper suddenly came from the rubble around "Mystery", and the top of the gravel pile formed after the collapse of a high-rise building trembled.
Vivid bird-shaped patterns can be clearly seen everywhere on the rubble, and there are even some bone decorations and bird-shaped sculptures.
It is precisely because of the existence of these peculiar customs that the trembling ruins of the building have not completely collapsed, and there are still some gaps left. The entire ruin is compacted so that the top slab is not covered.
"Mystery" walked to the trembling ruins, his black eyes stared indifferently at the rolling rubble and the dust shaking from the cracks. He didn't intervene, he just observed quietly.
boom!
The struggling existence in the ruins finally lifted all the rubble on its head, and a little boy with an exotic face climbed out of it with difficulty.
There was a dazzling shimmer on his body, lubricating liquid was constantly squeezed out of the air at the tip of his fingers, and a breeze hovered around him.
There is no doubt that he is a "master of tricks", an ordinary boy who believes in the "phoenix god".
The boy was breathing in the fresh air, his eyes half-squinted, as if he was adjusting to the strong sunlight around him.
Suddenly, the gradually focusing eyes clearly saw the strange wolves around them, motionless, and babbling in their mouths. Struggled violently again.
Unfortunately, his lower body is still stuck in the rubble. No matter how he struggles, he is only hurting himself and adding pain.
In the silence, there seemed to be invisible silk threads extending from infinite heights, pressing on the slate on the boy's body, the roof beams were pulled apart, and his **** legs were constantly healing against the flow of time.
He has been observing the boy's "secret" without saying a word. The "sculpture" of the devil wolf with twisted joints around him lost its support in an instant, no longer roaring strange babble, crashing down without warning, limbs limp and crumpled.
The figure in a black robe walked among the corpses of the demon wolf, ready to leave this city-state that has become a ruined city leisurely.
The boy who had just climbed up from the ground looked around at the surrounding ruins in a daze, until he heard the loud noise of the demon wolf's body falling to the ground, and under the influence of an unknown attraction, he ran towards The figure that was walking away.
In the dream, from Klein's perspective, he kept running like that, following the "mystery" walking ahead, running through the wind and rain, through the spring and autumn, from boy to boy.
Finally, the rapid transformation and the intensified collapse of the picture stopped flowing, and the escaping color suddenly solidified, becoming no different from the real.
"Mystery" and the boy were hiding in a dark cave. In the sky outside the cave, it was raining heavily, and the water curtain that fell from the sky obscured everything, hitting the ground and the entrance of the cave, falling with the wind and interweaving into a net.
The two of them stood by a bonfire, feeling the rare warmth in the crackling burning.
The words of the two seemed to be influenced by an unknown hidden power. Klein, who was hanging in the air, could only hear the last few elvish words of "Mystery".
"my name?"
"...I heard a story, a story about a 'nightmare'..."
"...not a nasty devil wolf...he's a magician, a half-blood..."
"No surname?"
"...How about Ambrosius?"
With a snap, the entire dream stood out with the last syllable of "Mystery" and shattered in response. Klein was once again thrown out by a familiar feeling, and there was a touch of nostalgia and sadness in his thoughts.
Is this the so-called danger? Klein looked at the writing that had returned to normal, and couldn't help recalling what he had just seen.
His right hand climbed up to the edge of the long bronze table again and tapped skillfully.
"The little boy who appeared in the dream just now is a 'master of tricks'?"
Klein, who had previously browsed more information at Chanis Gate, had seen some descriptions of this sequence's abilities in the information about Gnosis.
"If it's really the Sequence Eight of the 'Master of Trick' and the 'Apprentice', is this little boy the 'tracer' described in the previous note?" Klein rubbed the newly appeared text on the note, his eyes widening. The focus is slightly blurred, "The city-state of the phoenix, the original believers, the nightmare, this is more in line with the description of that angel..."
Klein no longer thought about it, but withdrew his attention, pointed at the words, and carefully read the newly appeared words.
This time, the text is no longer a description of the authority of the gods, but instead has become a diary-style text written in the first-person form.
"Amanisis's little actions were discovered by Freguera, but it's a pity that the madman's brain is not very clear, so he wasted such a good opportunity."
"No, I can't say that. It should be said that He was fortunately not aware of Amanisis's little actions, and reminded us how dangerous the authority of 'darkness' is."
"His suggestion is right. Keeping a diary and watching the contents written by yourself repeatedly can indeed effectively stabilize your humanity and spy on your current state.
"Of course, I am more willing to believe that he is simply satisfying his own bad tastes, and is using this opportunity to play. How can a 'Sea of Chaos' master, a powerful 'psychiatrist' need such a tasteless assistance!"
Why do you feel like complaining about a bad friend, and who He and Amanisis are... Klein frowned and turned to the next page.
The text on this page is not as sparse as the previous page, and the content is relatively enriched, but it does not seem to be related.
"Today that guy gave birth to two sons of his own, tsk, in terms of seniority, Roman has two more brothers."
"No, no, why should my students rank with His sons!"
"His symptoms are getting worse, and now I don't even know whether it is the 'God' who usually talks to me again, or the remnant like me."
"Oh, what doesn't change is that whether it's 'God' or Him, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com they are always eager to help me suppress the ravings of 'Heavenly Venerate'. Could this be the hatred between the Beyonder characteristics in the same line?"
"We are only thieves of Beyonder characteristics power after all, and it is impossible to truly become them. I also taught Roman that high-ranking existences will always exert influence on Beyonders under them, even to our level, we cannot get rid of them, or this The degree is where the pain begins."
"God", "Tianzun"!
Klein felt that he had suddenly crossed into the plot of immortal cultivation, and felt a strong sense of absurdity.
"This shouldn't be referring to just two names, what two sons, 'God of Mysteries' must have gone crazy when he wrote this!" Klein tapped the words in his left hand that made him puzzled. There is no clue in his mind, "'Tianzun' may refer to 'Blessed and Yellow Tianzun', did he hear that person's ravings?"
When he first crossed before, Klein had guessed that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" had fallen. Later, his attention was taken away by this "mysterious god" who suddenly appeared, and he forgot the culprit who made him cross. .
"Could it be that this 'Heavenly Venerate' is indeed dead, and the 'God of Mysteries' is his successor, so he hears his ravings?" A bold guess suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, "This is related to The church's statement is consistent, the high-ranking person in the pathway can affect the members of the low-sequence, but he did not say that the dead one can also, then that He may be similar to the 'mysterious god', the successor of the so-called 'God'... ..."
Klein moved his gaze and continued to look down. Although he was full of doubts at first, his calm brown pupils suddenly widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable, filled with sudden panic.
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"This bastard, Leodoro, speaks very fast, faster than 'Pure White' and Erwulong. Hehe, 'Storm', 'Knowledge', 'Sun' are really good names."
"You don't need the help of auxiliary materials. Maybe eating directly is the best way. Maybe it's the tradition of 'God' to be divided by one's own subordinates?"
Divide the corpse? eat?
Klein's brown pupils kept trembling. He looked at these two diaries that were filled with blood everywhere, and couldn't help but piece together a terrifying fact in his mind.
Although he didn't know who Leodoro was, "pure white angel" was the term he got when he divination about the blood of "Eternal Blazing Sun", and then combined with "storm", "sun" and "knowledge". , If Klein couldn't see anything, the mysticism could be directly failed.
"This is to say that the three gods are the friend of the 'mysterious god' who dismembered the corpse, the existence of the suspected heir to the 'god', so he advanced to a god?" Klein said himself with trembling lips. The conjecture, for a time, the cold sweat directly wet the whole back.
Under the **** of his thirst for knowledge and curiosity, he mechanically looked at the content below.
"Bethel has come to that point after all. Oh, he brought me back a lot of photos. No, it should be said that they are esoteric sketches, but they are all the same."
"It's really beautiful outside, and many places are different from the film and television works I've seen. It's not lonely, it's not full of evil aliens, there are no superheroes, it's just like what I usually see when I travel. Like here, there are creatures that hide from the wind and rain, there are civilizations that struggle to survive, and there are monsters hidden above the high ranks."
"When I heard that one planet was covered with diamonds and another planet had mysterious energy, Edmund cried out. After all, he was still a child."
"The scene of Roman Reigns reprimanding him was almost the same as Medici reprimanding Amon back then, and he was obviously not much better."
"My plan is about to start. I can even predict the future of Bethel, and the expressions of Antike and Fran, Amanisis is not as ruthless as he himself revealed..."
"I was still worried about the lack of ritual materials. Now that I think about it, the Kingdom of Night may be the best material."
The Kingdom of Night... Klein subconsciously recalled the only term he could understand, and rummaged through the blurred historical knowledge in his mind.
This is a mysterious country located on the top of Honakis Mountain. There is no cemetery and no dead people. It is a "ghost country" built on an altitude that normal humans can adapt to. It was a discovery that shocked the world back then.
"Maybe I can go to the mysterious 'Night Kingdom' in the future to see if there are any traces of the so-called plan of the 'God of Mysteries'." Klein let out a sigh of relief and nodded slightly, "Before that I've been to a lot of archaeological teams, so there shouldn't be any danger."
He gently closed the notebook whose contents he had already read, looked around, and began to look for a suitable place to hide items.
"Edmund should be the angel that Mr. Hanged Man met. It seems that he only started following the "God of Mysteries" after the "tracer"."
Klein glanced around, but he never found a suitable place for him to place this notebook, so he could only place it on the edge of the long bronze table and on his right hand side.
After placing the notes, he was about to spread his spirituality to wrap himself when a "serious" question suddenly popped into his mind:
"I won't go down now and my brain will explode because I'm thinking about a problem for no reason. I'll be struck to death by a falling thunder in the sky, and I'll set myself on fire for no reason..."
He doubted that he would be locked and killed by the three true gods because he knew the secrets of the three true gods!
This is the goddess's territory. "Sun" and "Knowledge" should not dare to do it. I was killed by lightning at most. No, this is not as good as the other two methods of death. At least it will not affect Melissa and Benson.. .... Klein stopped his blind thoughts, and continued to spread his spirituality with vague worries, wrapping his body, and immediately fell into a gray fog, passing through the layers of raving and babbling. roar.
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Compared with the Misty Sea, which is covered by fog all the year round, although the sea surface of the Sunya Sea is relatively bright and clear, when it is approaching autumn, the blue sea will still float a piece of white fog, which is not thin, and often diffuses and escapes. , close to the sea, like a natural white gauze.
On a half-old passenger ship, due to the sudden rise of fog, there were few people on the deck. Most of the passengers returned to the passenger compartment below. Only a few sailors with obvious traces of Balam mixed blood were patrolling vigilantly. to the sea, guarding against possible pirates.
In the luxury cabin on the upper level, Tracy Pellet is cuddling Elaine Soren, who is half asleep and relaxed, covered with a velvet blanket, lying on a soft easy chair, Elaine's cheek resting on the Her long fiery red hair hangs down naturally from her shoulders, all the way down to her calf.
In the warm room, the well-known pirate was not as fierce as before. She leaned lazily on the edge of the easy chair, her black and smooth curly hair fell to the ground, and the striped shirt on her body was casually untied. The usually sharp and bright blue eyes have also become a little dim, and they actually contain a touch of warmth, which is very obvious even against the slender sword eyebrows.
While she was looking forward to it, her eyes looking at the calm sea and the soft mist would occasionally lose focus, appearing misty and extraordinarily attractive.
In this warm picture, a strange-looking creature appeared out of thin air, breaking the rare atmosphere.
A winged one-eyed man flew out of a full-length mirror in the house, circled the cabin for a while, then threw the letter on Tracy's eagle-like feet, and went around again. circle, and flew back to the full-length mirror with ripples.
The ripples on that mirror disappeared in an instant, and returned to normal again, reflecting the picture of Tracy and Elaine cuddling each other again.
That bastard... Tracy gave up her plan to burn the messenger with black flames, picked up the envelope that was thrown on her body with one hand, and stroked the back of Elaine's head, who was awakened by the messenger, Gently following her long fiery red hair, she constantly comforted Elaine who shrank her body subconsciously.
She skillfully opened the envelope with one hand, letting the envelope branded with the flame paint symbolizing her motherhood swirl and fall onto the plush carpet on the floor.
She opened the bent letter with her index finger and read the graceful text on it.
"Be careful of the pursuit and search from the Church of the Storm and MI9."
I was just about to receive Qilingers' "legacy"...
Moreover, the fact that Qilingus was entrusted to assassinate some duke should not be planned by the top of the sect. If there is such a thing, I should at least have heard of it, so why should he avoid the pursuit of the Church of the Storm and MI9?
Tracy shook her head in confusion, her fingertips suddenly ignited an illusory black flame, which instantly devoured the entire letter, leaving not even a single bit of ashes left.
She thought about the reason for this reminder in her mind, and subconsciously hugged Elaine in her arms tightly, her movements were very gentle.
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Klein, who had just seen on the public carriage that the government had made the news of Qilingus' death public, was leisurely listening to the discussion of Zilingus' bounty by the unknowing people around him, and he couldn't help but think and think about it.
"This is a report from Miss Justice, so that Duke Negan can be prepared, and then Mr. Hanged Man called the official organization, and finally Mr. Azik killed the fugitive. Rounding up is that my forces killed Qi. Ringos."
"The Loen government should really dress up a pennant for the Tarot Club, and the bounty should be sent directly to us."
"If there is a huge fortune of 10,000 pounds, I will definitely buy a house for Melissa and Benson first, and then solve Benson's marriage problem, instead of persuading my sister for a long time to watch an opera. …"
Klein sighed silently, holding the "Tingen Morning News" that he had just purchased and the scent of ink in his hand, got off the stage carriage, and walked towards the investigation of the Lanvus case~www.mtlnovel.com~, so it is necessary to The person who was re-observed was the home of Mr. Glacis, who was defrauded of a lot of money.
Because it is related to the investigation of the extraordinary incident, he did not knock on the door directly this time, and went in to ask, because even showing the inspector's certificate would not have a good effect, but it might cause Mr. Glacis to panic, so that he might even watch Lanvus, who was watching the crime scene, noticed it.
According to Klein's own experience of traveling through the former "keyboard powerhouses", similar criminals will always return to their crime scenes to satisfy their "sense of accomplishment".
Therefore, Klein is going to use extraordinary power to investigate quietly.
With the help of the powerful physical ability of the "clown", he hid in a blind spot that was difficult for others to find, and quickly climbed the wall of Mr. Glacis's house. Piece", skillfully picking the window lock with only one layer.
He turned into the room like a dexterous big cat. He landed on his feet without making a sound, and restored the simple pull-out lock on the window with his backhand.
He listened carefully to the voices of Mr. Glacis and the maid downstairs, and crept up to the wooden stairs leading to the first floor. Spirituality spread on the edge of the effective range of the "Sleep" spell, which instantly inspired the spell. .
A deep red flashed, and the whole house was silent. Klein was the only one standing awake on the stairs, carrying a black cane inlaid with silver, and walked down unhurriedly to Mr. Glacis. around.
He had already fully understood the various forms of "psychic" when he read the materials behind the Chanis Gate before, and this time he also applied for the corresponding materials when he received the investigation task. Now he wants to do as Ms. Daly did before. , through the spirit of a living man!
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