Chapter 536: The Curse of Sua
The body of the "Crimson Queen" who had just completed a curse was instantly pierced by a spear made of pure sunlight.
The next second, her body disintegrated into a scarlet paper figure, as if condensed by moonlight, and turned into ashes in the burning of the sun.
Boom! Boom!
The violent wind collided with the air, making an explosion-like movement. The cramped airflow raised a cloud of dust around, directly submerging the figures of the prophet's clone and the "Crimson Queen".
The terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye appeared, circling and entwining. The airflow turned sharply in circles. The unrestrained tornado suddenly rose from the ground, rolling up everything on the ground into the air at the same time. The tornado that soared into the sky was like a terrifying giant. Wherever it passed, the ground was clean and there was no trace of anything left. The
terrifying tornado was connected to the thick clouds in the sky. There were silver-white lightnings constantly moving in the wind, with a strong and violent destructive breath that seemed to be real, and it was densely split around.
The crimson moonlight and bright sunlight were covered by the violent and rapid tornado. The "Crimson Queen" still could not recover the ability to turn into moonlight and flash. She was like a helpless leaf that was blown down. She kept moving her body in the tornado with lightning and hurricanes, avoiding attacks.
In the lightning and hurricane, the prophet's clone kept flashing and moving his position while looking for Jax and Renette Tinicole who were still chasing each other.
With the help of the "prophecy" ability, he quickly found the two people entangled in the soil and leaves rolled up by the tornado.
The two of them were completely entangled together, and it was difficult to attack the target without accidentally hurting them.
As his thoughts floated, the prophet's clone's eyes reflected a pattern similar to a scale. His figure seemed to be much taller, with a majesty that made people feel fear and want to crawl.
His voice was also tinged with an indescribable sense of majesty as he spoke:
"No ghosts are allowed to possess here!"
"No mirror travel here!"
"No."
His third "law" failed to take shape, and several blood-red arrows, like condensed moonlight, pierced through the violently disturbed air and shot towards him.
His body was instantly pierced and carried into the air by the tornado, then rapidly became thinner and brittle, and finally turned into a pale yellow paper man with many strange symbols painted on it, which was torn to pieces in the strong wind.
Under the influence of the two "laws" that had already taken shape, the bodies of Jacks, whose body was charred and hunched, and Renette Tinicole, who was holding four blond and red-eyed heads, quickly emerged, and became solid from being illusory and transparent, and temporarily lost the ability to enter the mirror world and possess and manipulate inanimate objects.
The two heads of Renette Tinicole flying in the air opened their mouths wide and let out a silent scream at the same time.
This voice was tainted with the breath of curse, which could pierce the eardrums of people, harm the internal organs and spirits, and inevitably make people infected with curses.
The remaining two heads held in her hands puffed up their cheeks at the same time and blew air forward.
The head on the left blew out a cold wind stained with dark green and frosty white. Wherever it passed, layers of frost spread, which could corrode and stiffen people's flesh and blood.
The head on the right blew out an illusory skull surrounded by black air and rushed forward, carrying a strong sense of death, as if it was a messenger sent by the underworld.
The pale blue light flowing in the eyes of the prophet's clone outlined one mysterious symbol after another. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pulled forward. A layer of invisible things fell, and his body instantly entered a state of non-existence.
A thick black fog spread behind the "Crimson Queen", forming a pair of wide and illusory bat wings.
The huge wings closed forward, tightly wrapping her body, and at the same time isolating the "wraith scream" emitted by Renette Tinicole from the mystical and realistic levels.
Only Jacks, who had been injured and in a serious decline, did not have time to react. Although the "Scream of the Wrathful Soul" did not cause any substantial damage to him, it also made him dizzy for a short time.
The cold wind with a tinge of dark green and frosty white blew over, and layers of white frost suddenly condensed on his body, almost turning into an ice sculpture with a hint of dark green.
The illusory skull surrounded by black air hit the ice sculpture, and suddenly there was a crackling sound, and cracks began to spread on the ice sculpture.
The next moment, the ice sculpture quickly melted into a pool of black liquid, and a black, slender limb, swollen and wrinkled wet baby crawled out of the black liquid.
His eyes, nose, mouth and ears all grew together, and in the center of his face, they seemed to gather together and condense into a brand new organ.
His skin, arms, and the appearance of the new organ all carried an indescribable sense of mystery and evil. Just by looking at it, the prophet's clone felt his skin itchy.
The incomplete form of the mythical creature looked a bit ugly. While sighing in his heart, he simulated the extraordinary ability of the "Storm" path, snatched the control of some lightning, and let them all fall on the incomplete mythical form of Jax.
The silver-white lightning fell in no particular order, striking the strange, incomplete mythical creature form that looked like a baby and a puppet, breaking into countless tiny silver-white electric lights running around.
Then, as if provoked, more lightning with a strong and tangible aura of tyranny and destruction fell, densely striking the surroundings, covering everyone present.
"The people of the Storm Church are still so easily angered." The prophet's clone sighed in a low voice, and his body instantly became transparent and illusory, turning into a pile of bubbles.
Under the cover of the silver-white electric light, these bubbles reflected a dazzling silver-white, but they were all destroyed in an instant.
The next moment, his body appeared directly outside the tornado, breaking away from the terrifying swirling airflow.
Beside him, Renette Tinicole's body also emerged. She was holding a head in her hand. It had turned back to its blond and red-eyed appearance, but it looked a little listless.
The four heads in her hands all looked at the terrifying air currents approaching them. She spoke calmly without a chuckle:
"You" "like" "provocation."
"Should." "Go" "become." "A." "Hunter."
"Thank you for the compliment." The prophet's clone replied with a chuckle. After a pause, he added: "Where do you think the two people from the Rose School will appear after they escape the storm?"
The three heads held by Renette Tinicole spoke at the same time:
"German" "Sparrow" "Beside them."
Two people, five heads, ten eyes stared at each other, and the prophet's clone said:
"Let's chase them." "
Okay," the head in Renette Tinicole's hand that had not been able to speak just now spoke first.
As soon as the voice fell, the figures of the two of them disappeared transparently at the same time, and with the help of the spirit world, they quickly approached the direction where Klein was.
In the spirit world, an extremely evil roar that pierced the spirit body suddenly exploded, causing the prophet's clone and Renette Tinicole to tremble at the same time. Their bodies became somewhat stiff, their minds suddenly went blank, and they lost all their thoughts for a short time.
On the prophet's clone's skin, translucent buds swelled up, and there seemed to be a dark and sticky liquid flowing inside, which could break through the constraints of the skin and flow out at any time.
When his mind became a little clearer, he found that his body and soul seemed to be bound by an unknown force, and the degree of fit between his body and soul was decreasing little by little. His body gradually became a prison for the spirit, and his movements became more and more stiff and heavy.
"S'aa", "of", "curse."
The three heads held by Renette Tinicole spoke one after another, and the remaining head's scarlet eyes turned dark, opened its mouth in the direction of the prophet's clone, and inhaled hard.
A burst of black and sticky smoke came out of his mouth, nose, and pores on his skin, and was swallowed into the mouth of the blond and black-eyed head.
After the sticky black mist left his body, the prophet's clone instantly felt the stiffness and heaviness in his body disappear, and his mind became clearer than ever before.
Deep in the spirit world, far away, a terrifying gaze with obvious malice was cast over.
The prophet's clone and Renette Tinicole looked at each other, and quickly left the spirit world and returned to reality.
The moment their figures appeared in reality, they felt the hurricanes that were spinning rapidly and the silver-white lightning that kept falling behind them.
The tornado that soared into the sky was like a terrifying giant, seemingly slow, but actually approaching this side quickly.
Jax and the "Crimson Queen" were quite embarrassed for a while under the pursuit of "Sea King" Yann Cotman. The former had been injured in the previous battle and his condition had deteriorated seriously. The latter lost the moonlight environment, and many extraordinary abilities were restricted. In addition, the lightning restrained them to a certain extent.
Seeing the messenger lady and the prophet's clone appear, Klein stopped and looked at the tornado and lightning that were getting closer and closer behind him. He sighed and said,
"Is the 'Sea King' so strong?"
"Otherwise, why can he stay in the Rorsted Islands alone? On the sea, even if we are also Sequence Three, we can basically only be chased and beaten by him."
The prophet's clone sighed and stretched out his right hand. The light blue light flowing in his eyes outlined one mysterious symbol of the sun after another.
The surroundings instantly lit up with dazzling light, like the sun at noon, and quickly accumulated in his hand, condensing into a spear that was extremely pure and extremely white, as if it was made of pure sunlight.
The moment the spear was formed, it flew out of his hand and shot towards the lower left corner of the tornado with a very purposeful purpose. Chapter 537 Sunshine
The moment the Blazing White Spear was about to approach, the figures of Jax and the "Crimson Queen" appeared one after another in the lower left corner of the tornado.
The Blazing White Spear was detonated at this moment, expanding into a miniature sun that was so bright that it could illuminate the city, and directly enveloped Jax and the "Crimson Queen".
Looking at the miniature "sun" in front of him that even distorted the tornado, the prophet's clone raised his chin and sighed:
"Although it can only barely reach the level of Sequence 4, it is still very effective in attacking vampires and alien species."
Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the hot wind blowing on his face. He nodded expressionlessly and said:
"Indeed, but with the hatred between you and the 'Sea King', will he abandon the saints of the Rose School and chase you with lightning?"
The three heads in Renette Tinicole's hand stared at the front with slightly uncomfortable expressions, and spoke one by one:
"He" "has..." "come."
Klein opened his mouth to ask something, but suddenly found that his movements became a little slow.
His spiritual intuition was frantically warning that there seemed to be danger everywhere around him, and he should pay attention to deadly dangers.
In his stunned eyes, he saw a huge arm with a black and sticky surface and a strange liquid flowing out of the void.
As the arm appeared, the surrounding spirituality changed, as if it had turned into layers of barriers, trying to bind them in place and restrict their movements.
"It's a little too fast!" The prophet's clone sighed in a low voice, while reaching his right hand into his pocket and touching the metal cube that only loves to eat hot.
"What..." Klein
opened his mouth and made a sound a little slowly. "Shea," the head of Reinette Tinicole that had not been able to speak just now spoke first.
Hearing the messenger's answer, Klein's expression froze on his face. If I pray to the goddess now, will He end the chaos here because I used to be a night watcher? Or, this is on the sea, will the Lord of Storms dislike this evil god of the Rose School and fight him back or even kill him? The
prophet's clone glanced at the huge arm that stretched out from the void, and an adventurous idea came to his mind.
He threw the giant scissors in his left hand to the secret puppet Gilchies, and then took out a few yellowish paper figures from the pocket on the outside and handed them to Renette Tinicole on the other side, saying:
"Please help me get them. I'll try to play a big game."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed with a faint blue light and reappeared, hundreds of meters away.
"He wants it." Klein's murmur suddenly became smaller. He thought of the metal Rubik's Cube made with the "Light Chaser" feature.
With the strength of that metal Rubik's Cube, it is indeed possible to directly kill the aliens and vampires that come into close contact, even if they are already demigods, but the problem is that the attack of the Rubik's Cube does not distinguish between enemies and friends at all, and can only be used to perish together.
Thinking of this, he looked at the yellowish paper figures bitten by the three heads held by the messenger lady with some curiosity.
As if sensing the doubt in Klein's eyes, the remaining head of the messenger lady spoke by herself:
"Substitute puppet."
Puppet? It looks a bit sloppy, but is the "Reader" path so powerful? In addition to extraordinary abilities, even magical items can be replicated. Klein just sighed in his heart, and suddenly a sharp scream with obvious anger sounded in his ears.
His head became dizzy in an instant, and the organs in his body seemed to have their own ideas and consciousness, wanting to be independent and wanting to tear him apart.
At the same time, the prophet's clone, whose figure kept "flashing", came to Jax's side. The scream echoing in his ears made his movements suddenly pause. Before he could react, a dark and skinny palm directly pierced his chest.
His body shrank instantly and turned into a pale yellow paper man stained with black, which broke into pieces and turned into paper scraps and dissipated in the wind.
To the right of Jax, the figure of the prophet's clone reappeared, his eyes drooped, and he gave Jax a mocking smile in a daze.
In his hand, he was holding a golden metal Rubik's Cube, and his body was instinctively turning it.
With a strong sense of danger in his heart, Jax opened his mouth without hesitation and let out a silent scream, bursting out the ultimate curse that he had been brewing in the long silence.
The prophet's clone stood there without dodging, his ears, nose, mouth, and eyes were gushing with black blood, his body was constantly cracking, and the blood vessels under the skin became clearly visible, wriggling and twisting like worms. The metal cube he was turning became increasingly dazzling and hotter, like a bright yellow fireball stained with pale gold and blazing white, emitting the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun.
All the filth and curses on his body were evaporating rapidly, along with the moisture and some of his flesh and blood.
The strong and almost materialized aura of the sun around him made Jax give up the idea of stopping the prophet's clone. He turned to look at the arm that Sua had stretched out from the depths of the spirit world, and his body quickly faded and became transparent, using the mirror world to open the mirror.
The next second, a fierce burst of sunlight burst out, and the pure and flawless blazing light engulfed everything in an instant, like a radiance that purified all things, leaving no evil or strangeness around, and no darkness left!
The thick layers of dark clouds in the sky, the howling winds, and the silver-white lightning that kept falling were instantly dispersed by the blazing sunlight, and the entire Bayam and the surrounding sea were pulled into noon.
This situation lasted for less than a second before it was blocked by the silver-white rays that continued to emerge from the void. Layers of silver-white barriers emerged from all directions, isolating the area where the scorching sun was located from the surroundings.
Under the scorching sun, the surrounding space also became chaotic. Jax, who was walking among leaves, soil, and stones, could never get close to the arm of Suea in front of him. Instead, his body and soul were constantly being burned and purified.
Under the burning and purification of the strong sun, the arm of the "evil god" Suea that stretched out from the depths of the spirit world quickly became shriveled, and the dark and sticky evil liquid flowing on it quickly evaporated, and part of the flesh and blood turned into dark smoke and spread, revealing the deep white bones below.
Renette Tinicole, who was with Klein, directly possessed his secret puppet Gilchiais, relying on the flesh and blood of this "Apostle of Desire" to help herself resist the erosion of the scorching sun.
The dim lantern in Gilchias's hand flickered, and the flames were squeezed by the blazing sunlight, leaving only a layer of dim light around him and Klein.
In the dim light, the blazing sunlight was weakened to the extreme, no longer having such a strong effect of burning flesh and blood and purifying the soul.
Klein was choked by the black smoke rising from the secret puppet Gilchias and kept coughing. This secret puppet was no longer usable. If it weren't for the messenger lady possessing it, it would have collapsed into a mixture of flesh and blood that was constantly dissolving.
In the center of the eruption of this blazing sunlight, the prophet's clone stood there calmly. The blazing sunlight penetrated his body, which seemed a little illusory.
This state lasted for less than two seconds, and a pale yellow man made of paper suddenly appeared. The strange patterns on his body reflected a dim color in the sunlight, and quickly burst into pale golden flames and turned into a ball of ash.
The eyes of the prophet's clone were slightly bright. The paper substitute doll prepared in advance gave him a little buffer time. He once again simulated the mysterious reappearance, transformed himself into a non-existent state, and avoided the damage of the surrounding scorching sun.
Soon, the second and third dolls appeared and spontaneously burned.
As the last paper doll was exhausted, the surrounding scorching sun finally subsided, and the gray night enveloped the surroundings again.
In the sky, the gloomy and heavy clouds appeared almost without a break. Silver-white electric snakes kept moving in the clouds, making a rumbling sound.
One after another, silver-white electric snakes jumped out in no particular order, carrying a strong and violent destructive aura that seemed to be real, densely slashing at the surroundings, covering the area of several hundred meters in the thunder forest.
The prophet's clone reached out to take the dimmed metal cube that fell from the air, and the light blue light flowing in his eyes outlined the layers of illusory door symbols.
His figure kept "flashing" in the blue light, avoiding the dense lightning falling from the sky while trying to get closer and pick up the things left by Jax.
In mid-air, the flesh and blood on the arm of the "evil god" Sua was wriggling rapidly, but in an instant, it had returned to its original state.
He inserted his arm into the ground across the spirit world, causing the surrounding area to boil, covered with a thick and sticky black liquid, which spread far away and covered the place where Jax's things were left.
In these liquids, pale skulls, eyeballs with obvious blood vessels, tongues with fangs, and all kinds of strange things grew out, and the feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly.
The silver-white lightning with a breath of destruction fell on these things, destroying them in an instant, and soon submerged them in the strange things that grew again.
Seeing that he could not grab the things left by Jax before Sua, the prophet's clone stopped flashing to avoid lightning, and while using the paper man substitute to avoid lightning, he simulated the extraordinary ability of the "Law Master".
His voice was filled with an indescribable sense of majesty as he chanted:
"Lightning is prohibited here!"
The thick lightning that was about to strike him instantly disintegrated and turned into countless tiny electric snakes running around. End of Chapter 538
The law simulated by the prophet's clone could not really make the lightning disappear, but the lightning, which had been weakened countless times, was no longer fatal.
He endured the numbness and tingling in his body and chanted again:
"Exile!"
An invisible force exploded in front of him, tearing the void apart, sweeping up the things left by Jax, and throwing them to an unknown place.
The strange things that grew out of the pitch-black liquid screamed madly, with more blatant and undisguised malice and anger that wanted to tear everything apart.
The feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly, causing the surroundings to crack instantly and be infected with madness. Whether living or dead, they began to mutate, become chaotic, become crazy, and attack their own people.
The prophet's clone, whose thoughts were disturbed and fell into a brief daze, was suddenly pulled out of the range covered by the lightning storm and the sticky black liquid by a flying blond and red-eyed head biting his collar. The
pitch-black and sticky, evil liquid that grew all kinds of strange things purposefully surrounded Klein's position.
After taking the prophet's clone out of the influence of the "evil god" S'a, Renette Tinicole's head loosened her mouth, became illusory and transparent, and flew back into the body of the secret puppet Gilchiais.
The next moment, Gilchiais, whose body had become pitted and incomplete, clasped his hands, half-crouched, and inserted the huge scissors in his hands into the ground.
The strange patterns engraved on the gray-black scissors lit up one after another with golden red light, like the setting sun at dusk, bright but not dazzling. The
dusk-like orange-red instantly covered the surroundings and broke into countless tiny spots of light in an instant, densely packed, countless, forming a violent and sharp storm of light, sweeping around with the momentum of destroying everything.
The pale skull head that grew out of the dark and evil liquid, the eyeballs with obvious blood vessels, and the tongue with fangs were shattered and melted bit by bit in the dusk-like storm of light.
All visible and invisible things around were being cut by the sharp storm. Under the cover of this dusk-like light, all things inevitably approached withering and corruption, and the extremely evil and extremely crazy aura was temporarily contained.
In the sky, dark clouds surged rapidly, constantly gathering and splitting, growing eyebrows and mouths, like an angry human face.
Silver-white lightning flashed in the clouds, and dazzling eyes lit up from the mouth and eyes.
A moment later, thick silver-white lightning with a destructive aura like substance fell like a rainstorm, submerging the huge arm with a dark and sticky surface that seemed to be flowing with evil liquid, submerging the sticky black liquid that was spreading and surging, and submerging the dusk storm below with a smell of decay and decay.
"Sea King" Yann Cotman seemed to have been strengthened in some way, and his attack had far exceeded the strength of a Sequence 3 Saint.
In the center of the white thunder forest, the arm that Sua stretched out through the spirit world was tightly wrapped by the silver-white lightning and destroyed inch by inch.
On the ground below, the dusk-like storm of light was also shattered bit by bit by the silver-white lightning that kept falling.
The prophet's clone raised his hand and rubbed his eyes that were a little sore from the stimulation of the electric light. After calming down his breath, he simulated the ability of a "notary".
Bits of brass-colored light gathered in front of him, wandered, and finally evolved into a seal-like projection. At the same time, he spoke in a solemn and serious voice:
"Notarization: Valid!"
After receiving the "notarization", the dusk storm that was shattered bit by bit by the silver-white lightning was temporarily improved. The orange-red light blades became denser and more violent, barely resisting the attack of the lightning storm.
After doing all this, the prophet's clone looked up and stared at the direction above his head. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the dense lightning falling from the sky and see the arm trapped in the center.
After a short silence, he murmured in a low voice:
"The 'evil god' S'a is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the giant cage constructed by countless silver-white lightning in the air fell into a strange state, losing the characteristics that lightning should have, becoming slow and heavy.
Then the lightning was torn apart from the inside, and countless silver-white electric rays ran around, falling to the ground with a sense of destruction and madness.
Just halfway through this process, the running lightning seemed to be attracted by some strange thing, and turned their direction and rushed into the thick clouds above the sky.
Under the thick clouds, the "Sea King" Yann Kautman, who was wearing a loose storm priest robe, had a majestic look, and was angry. He was lifted up by the strong wind. In his right hand, he held a straight sword full of mysterious meaning surrounded by countless silver-white fine rays.
His aura became particularly high and magnificent. The whistling wind and lightning spontaneously surrounded him, as if they were surrounding and worshiping their king!
The lightning rushing towards the clouds spontaneously gathered together, forming dozens of huge ball-shaped lightning around him, spinning rapidly around him.
In front of him, where the silver-white lightning was originally shrouded, a huge evil puppet appeared there.
His eyes were as red as blood, his body was engraved with countless mysterious patterns, and there were many evil vines wrapped around his body. His skin did not have the luster that humans should have.
His blood-red eyes passed directly over "Sea King" Yann Kautman and "scanned" the ground.
Next to the prophet's clone, Renette Tinichol had already walked out of the body of the secret puppet Gilchies. She held two identical blond and red-eyed heads in each hand.
Now, each of her heads looked at the "evil god" Sua who appeared in the air with an extremely serious expression.
The prophet's clone pressed his palm towards her, indicating that she should not be excited, and then turned his head to look at a certain position in the air, and said in a flat voice:
"You have been watching for so long, it's almost time for you to come out, right?"
In the other direction he was looking, a brilliance composed of pure knowledge surged out of the void and reorganized into a female figure wearing a classical wizard's robe.
She had brown eyes, very thick hair, which was casually scattered, looking a little messy, and her eyes were bright.
She calmly looked at the "evil god" Si'a and the "sea king" Yan Cotman, who were looking at her. A subtle atmosphere filled the air.
The "evil god" Si'a raised his hands first, and inserted his hands directly into the void. The surrounding space instantly boiled, covered with a sticky black liquid, which spread outward, eroding everything around, and interfering with the overlap of reality and the spirit world.
Boom! Boom!
"Sea king" Yan Cotman thrust forward with the silver-white straight sword in his hand, and the ball lightning surrounding him quickly spread forward. At the same time, lightning continued to fall from the thick clouds in the sky, like a mighty river composed of pure silver-white electric light, destroying everything, rushing towards the evil and sticky black liquid created by Si'a.
At the same time, one star after another appeared in the sky, densely packed and dazzling. Behind each star, there seemed to be a cold and indifferent eye watching everything. These stars cast one brilliant light after another, intersecting into a magnificent pillar of light, covering the surrounding area, dissolving the silvery white electric light and the evil viscous black liquid, and then collapsing and dissipating.
The prophet's clone turned his head without showing any expression, and looked at Gran Pars who was surrounded by the starlight.
The latter returned a flat look, and said in a tone that was not flat:
"I didn't come much earlier than this 'god'."
Then she casually threw the things in her hand to the ground.
It was a neatly cut left palm, and a dark-colored, palm-sized doll that looked like wood and flesh. The doll's body was covered with strange patterns, and the mouth was nailed with rusty nails.
This was exactly the legacy of the Saint Jacks of the Rose School. The prophet's clone decisively chose to "exile" these items at that time, just betting that Gran, who received his letter, had already rushed over.
A head held by Renette Tinicole suddenly flew out, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the neatly cut left hand into its mouth.
The prophet's clone caught the strange doll, but he didn't look at it carefully and put it directly into his pocket outside.
Renette Tinicole glanced at the prophet's clone who put away the doll casually. The four heads spoke at once:
"It is..." "Silent Disciple..." "Of..." "Characteristics..."
"Carry..." "Will be..." "Contaminated..." "Curse."
The prophet's clone nodded slightly and explained: "I don't have anything that can seal it."
Then he turned to look at Klein on the side and asked with a little curiosity:
"Do you have any items that are stained with the breath of the real creator or other beings? Can you get some more people over to make a mess? Only then will we have a chance to leave here without attracting attention."
"Yes." After a brief thought, Klein nodded slightly and took out a square iron box from his pocket. Inside the iron box was a copper whistle.
He threw the copper whistle with all his strength into the giant pillar of light formed by the intersection of bright starlight. It was dissolved bit by bit, disintegrated, and the yellow-green breath with a hint of decay lost its restraint and spread instantly.
Between the starlight, lightning, and the black evil liquid, there was another piece of darkness, a dead silence, and a darkness filled with the smell of decay.
In this darkness, there were constant mumbling and panting sounds that were sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes far, and sometimes near. Between the silver-white electric light and the pure and clear starlight, from time to time, a few white feathers stained with pale yellow oil swirl and fall.
The prophet's clone, who had originally raised his head, suddenly lowered his head. His eyes fell on his exposed arms, and tiny pale white hairs grew between his pores.
He gently rubbed his fingers, creating dots of golden light, which enveloped the surroundings and purified the death and evil power in his body.
In the air, a cloud of mist without a fixed shape filled the surroundings, and there were many white feathers with light yellow stains in it. It was like the evolution of death itself, wantonly venting its power, polluting everything around it, and venting the power of death.
The light scattered by the bright stars quickly dimmed, and the blue stars that seemed to hide their eyes grew tiny white fluffs.
In just a blink of an eye, these fluffs grew into white feathers, and the surface seemed to be soaked with light yellow oil.
Let those blue stars that sprinkled brilliance quickly decline and die, dimming little by little. The
prophet's clone looked up at Ge Lan, whose expression became more and more solemn in the air, and raised his hand to create a "door" to pass the metal cube with a dim surface.
As soon as the metal cube fell into her hand, it began to rotate spontaneously, and the patterns on the six faces quickly unified. The golden metal surface became bright white in an instant, and pure and clear hot light burst out from the inside.
The light swung out in circles, illuminating every corner around, igniting the white feathers stained with pale yellow oil, and quickly burning them out.
The mist that seemed to be derived from death seemed to be very repellent to the breath of the sun. It quickly moved its position and broke into the dark and sticky evil liquid created by the "God of Evil" Sua, causing all kinds of strange things that grew from it to begin to decay and stride towards the end of death.
Standing quietly in place, Renette Tinicole, who was holding four heads, suddenly said:
"Okay." "Leave"
Klein opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but the head that Renette Tinicole was holding that had not spoken just now suddenly stretched forward, bit his collar hard, and took him into the spirit world and shuttled far away. The
"God of Evil" Sua, who was in a brief stalemate in mid-air, felt something, and withdrew the palm that was inserted into the void, and his figure quickly became transparent.
The next moment, dots of bright starlight fell around him, and his figure became solid again.
Siea's action of entering the spirit world to chase Renette Tinicole was abruptly interrupted. Dots of starlight surrounded him, wandering around him, outlining strange symbols, cutting off the connection between the spirit world and reality.
These strange symbols dimmed instantly, and began to flow out a dark and sticky evil liquid, breaking up bit by bit.
Boom! Boom!
In the sky, heavy clouds pressed down, and countless silver-white lightnings rushed, trying to cover everyone present.
Surrounded by the bright starlight, Ge Lan opened her hands forward, and the hazy starlight swung outward in circles with her as the center.
Silently, the surrounding objects peeled off piece by piece, and even the colors evaporated and dissipated quickly.
The silver-white lightning collapsed layer by layer after it fell into the hazy starlight, and finally only some tiny and chaotic electric currents were left, flashing occasionally.
This state lasted only a few seconds, and the figure of Ge Lan in the air suddenly flickered, and then appeared next to the prophet's clone.
In the surrounding void, cold and indifferent eyes suddenly appeared, flashing with tiny and hazy starlight, dividing the surrounding space bit by bit, and replacing it with a certain place in the spirit world.
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In the depths of the spirit world, several eyes flashing cold and pure light twisted and stretched out, overlapping the surrounding spirit world with reality, and the figures of the prophet's clone and Ge Lan appeared here.
Ge Lan half raised his right hand, and the bright starlight flickered and fell from the sky, spontaneously condensing into the shape of a carriage under their feet, carrying them to the depths of the spirit world.
After being completely away from the spiritual world corresponding to the Rorsted Islands, Grant finally relaxed completely, half leaning on the seat at the back of the carriage, and said calmly:
"The silver straight sword in the hand of 'Sea King' Yan Cotman is somewhat interesting. It seems to be able to strengthen the upper limit of the power he can withstand from the 'Storm Lord'." "
The copper whistle thrown by the person next to you just now should be an item from a high-level member of the artificial death god faction of the Spiritual Cult. It actually summoned something related to the death god. It seems that their plan is not without any results."
"Why did you appear there? I remember you told me the day before yesterday that you were going to check the information of the Church of Knowledge to find effective ways to utilize and transform the extraordinary power of the solar field."
"Hu" exhaled turbid air, shrugged his shoulders, took out a fluorescent blue crystal from his pocket, tossed it twice in his hand and said:
"'Yellow Light' Venitan told me that I could look for the incarnation of 'Orange Light' Hilarion in the real world, Turanian von Helmothuein, known as the 'Father of the Second Generation Differential Machine', and then I was casually involved in this hunt planned by the Rose School."
"That misty monster should be the long-standing sacrifice of the artificial death god faction of the Spiritual Cult, which caused the uniqueness hidden by the death god to be slightly alienated, and created a monster."
Grant leaned back in the chair, nodded slightly, and sighed in a low voice: "I don't know how many believers of the night are hidden among the artificial death god faction of the Spiritual Cult."
After a pause, she continued:
"Hermothuein turned out to be 'Orange Light' Hilarion, but their seven lights do often enter the real world, transform into humans in different ways, and teach corresponding knowledge."
"This hobby is very suitable for your Knowledge Church. Luca Brewster in the Pass Valley also likes to give lectures on various occasions and in various places."
"You should have noticed something from the hint of 'Yellow Light' Venitan, but you still chose to go to the Rorsted Islands. Why?"
On the left side of the carriage formed by starlight, the prophet's clone leaned on the back of the chair, with his eyes closed and said in a calm tone:
"Buy him a favor, and we will need their help later."
"As for the artificial death god faction of the Spirit Cult, the one who is the 'Mother of Secrets' has a better way."
"What did you find?" Glenn tilted her head slightly with some curiosity and asked in a low voice.
After the voice fell, she seemed to think that this topic was not suitable for such a casual discussion. She raised her left hand and rubbed her thumb and middle finger twice.
One after another, the stars appeared around, and the starlight seemed a little dim. It kept wandering around the carriage, outlining one after another mysterious symbols and magic signs symbolizing secrets.
The prophet's clone opened his eyes and looked around, then closed them again, speaking in a flat tone:
"The 'Death Archon' in the 'Pale Disaster' era of the Fourth Epoch fell into a state of repeated death and resurrection similar to the 'undead'. His most recent appearance was in Tingen City, Loen, where he served as a teacher in the history department of a university."
"That place is a bit special, and has always been under the watchful eyes of the night."
Gran nodded thoughtfully, and sighed:
"It sounds like it has been planned for a long time. Perhaps it won't be long before the names prayed by the believers of the night will have more descriptions like 'the final destination of all living beings'."
On the flat ground not far from the city of Bayam in the Rorsted Islands, "Sea King" Yann Cotman rode the strong wind to the ground.
The ethereal and lofty aura on him had disappeared, and his deep blue eyes seemed quite indifferent, mixed with extremely forbearing madness. A few silver-white hairs appeared in his seaweed-like green hair, as if he had suddenly aged a lot.
The ground in front of him was charred black, the grass and trees were withered, and even the soil and rocks showed signs of weathering to varying degrees. There should have been two small peaks here, but now they have all disappeared without a trace, as if they had been plowed over countless times by a huge machine, leaving only a flat depression.
Everything around him had a sense of decay and decay, as if it was running wildly on the road to death and was almost at the end.
Yann Kautman looked intently at the pale sky rising from the sea in the distance, and whispered the names of several people who had appeared here before:
"Al Tynes",
"School of the Rose. Sear. German Sparrow!"
"Gran Pars, one of the Ten Pillars of the Moss Ascetic Order, and that spiritual creature in a strange state."
After a moment's silence, he suddenly waved his hand to summon a gust of wind. The whistling wind was gathered into a huge materialized palm, which captured two things shining with spiritual light from the charred ground in the distance:
one was a gem that seemed to be condensed from rich blood. It was the size of a fist and was emitting a crimson light, just like a miniature red moon. Another one was a round glass lens with some burnt and broken marks.
"'Witch King', there is another magical item that evolved from the characteristics of 'machine'."
He murmured in a low voice, and the wind blew up again, supporting Yann Cotman's body away from this area.
Above the gray fog, with the help of the messenger lady and Azik who came later, Klein, who had completely shaken off the "divine evil" Sear, found a safe place and entered the mysterious space above the gray fog.
He looked around the empty palace, and finally his eyes fell on the crimson star that symbolized Renekton. He spread his spirituality to reach out to the past, told him what happened to Bayam, and asked him to take the magical item back through the ceremony of requesting the gift.
After doing all this, he lazily collapsed on the high-backed chair and muttered to himself:
"I lost a doll, several talismans and paper figures, but fortunately I am safe now, and the wriggling hunger has also herded two new souls, one 'ghost' and the other 'apostle of desire', so it's not too bad."
"The most important thing right now is to return to Backlund. In a big city like this, the power that the Rose School can mobilize is very limited. Maybe we can try to find a circus to try to play the role of 'master of the secret doll'."
"I have to find a new doll when I have the chance. It is a good choice to use those magical items with powerful positive and negative effects through the doll."
A whimpering wind suddenly blew in the magnificent ancient palace, and the calm gray fog began to surge rapidly.
The crimson star representing Renekton continued to expand and contract, spreading crimson ripples like tides, mixed with Renekton's prayers:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck."
"Your loyal servant prays to you."
"Is the ceremony ready so soon?"
Klein whispered to himself, and quickly stood up from the high-backed chair and walked to the back of the hall. He spread his spirituality and pushed open the illusory door. Then he raised his right hand again, and the things he placed on the table spontaneously flew up and fell into the illusory double-leaf door.
As the illusory door of sacrifice and gift closed, the space above the gray fog returned to peace again.
Klein sat back in the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool. After thinking for a moment, he once again spread his spirituality to touch the crimson star representing Renekton and pulled him into the gray fog.
In the God-Forsaken Land, just as he put away the magical items he had retrieved from the gray fog, Renekton saw the thick gray fog and deep red light surging in his field of vision.
His mind was a little fuzzy, and when he came to his senses, he had appeared in the ancient and magnificent palace above the gray fog, sitting on the high-backed chair belonging to the "White Tower".
Klein sat back in a high-backed chair with a slight sense of ease. He looked at Renekton who was looking at him, curled his lips and said,
"Tell me, if I turn around and go to the southern continent now, what do you think?"
Renekton's mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly,
"Are you going to give yourself away? Or do you want the Rose School to attack the Paz Valley with all its strength tomorrow?"
"Just kidding." Klein waved his hand, paused for two seconds, and then spoke again, "Help me keep an eye out for tricksters and spirit world plunderers. Since there is a 'Dark Wolf' in the God-Forsaken Land, there is a high probability that there are potion materials from this route."
Renekton nodded slightly and said,
"Okay, but it won't be so easy for you to act if you hide back in Backlund. Do you want to go behind the Chanis Gate under the Saint Samuel Church?"
Klein looked at him in surprise, but his tone seemed very calm as he said,
"How do you know I plan to return to Backlund?"
"Now that I know the formula of the 'Trickster', why would I want to take the risk behind the Chanis Gate? One is not enough, and I will become one of the items sealed there."
Renekton shrugged and said in a tone that he knew you very well:
"It's not hard to guess. Only places like Backlund, Trier, or Pasu Island and the Amanda Mountains can minimize the danger from the Rose School and be safe enough for you. There are not many places you can choose from among these places. Backlund is the place you are most familiar with, and Benson and Melissa are also there." Chapter 540 Gray Fog
Klein sat back in a high-back chair and sighed silently. After a long silence, he suddenly said,
"I want to buy a potion formula and materials for the 'Generalist.'"
Klein's sudden words surprised Renekton. He tilted his head to carefully examine Klein's expression and said like a detective,
"Prepared for Melissa? Buying materials and formulas at the same time, do you plan to let her get in touch with the mysterious world little by little?"
"Yes, I suddenly realized that I don't have the ability to protect them well. I can only escape and watch them from a distance." "Instead
of doing this, it's better to let Melissa, who is willing to learn more, get in touch with the mysterious world as you said before. With my help, she won't encounter too many dangers. As long as she keeps a low sequence, the risk of losing control will not be too great."
Klein raised his head slightly and answered, as if he had experienced a journey and suddenly became much more mature.
Renekton nodded calmly and said,
"Then who do you plan to be her teacher and take her to understand the mysterious world? Will you change your image and go there?"
Klein remained silent and did not answer this question, which was also a kind of tacit agreement.
Renekton, who was leaning back in a high-back chair, chuckled and tapped the armrest with his right index finger as he spoke,
"Why don't I recommend a few candidates to you?"
After a pause, he continued in the face of Klein's scrutinizing gaze,
"Vice Admiral Iceberg, who likes to teach others, has enough knowledge and can also obtain potion formulas below Sequence 6 of the 'Generalist' pathway. You have some understanding of her character, but as a captain, she cannot leave the 'Golden Dream' for a long time."
"The second candidate is in Backlund. You also know Leppard, who invented the bicycle. He has become a Sequence 8 'archaeologist'. He can let Melissa be his laboratory assistant. This will not only allow her to learn some knowledge of the mysterious world, but also get a job with a good salary."
"The third candidate is Bernadette. She has mastered all the 'Generalist' pathway formulas except Sequence 1. The Elemental Dawn itself has also cultivated its own 'craftsmen'. Simply put: you can trust Huang Tao."
"Although her whereabouts are erratic most of the time, it is still possible to let Melissa join the Dawn of Elements and train her."
"Your speaking style still retains the habits of the Church of Knowledge." Klein said half sighing and half complaining.
After a second of silence, he continued: "Each of them is involved in some forces."
"I haven't officially left the Church of Knowledge." Renekton spread his hands to explain, and then followed Klein's words just now:
"This is inevitable, or you can choose to teach her yourself, anyway, you have to go back to Backlund."
After a long silence, Klein spoke again:
"Help me write a letter of recommendation to Leppard, a job with a good income, which is also very important to Benson and Melissa."
"You can find my clone and ask him to send you a letter." Renekton leaned lazily against the back of the chair and said.
Klein nodded calmly. After two seconds of silence, he whispered, "That's it."
Renekton hummed, and a deep red light suddenly surged in front of his eyes. He was slightly dazed. When he came to his senses, he had returned to the fire in the ruins of the city in the God-Forsaken Land.
He let out a long breath, stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his clothes, and then pulled out a stack of pale yellow paper figures and shook them into the air.
The paper figures quickly expanded and twisted in the air, sticking together, and turned into a normal human figure wearing a coarse cloth coat and simple facial features.
This was a paper figure with a physical body. Under Renekton's control, it bent down with a somewhat stiff movement and picked up the dark copper lantern on the ground.
Under the dim light, Renekton and the paper figures suddenly twisted, disappeared from the original place, and then emerged dozens of meters away.
Snap! He suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A layer of quiet night suddenly slowly fell, covering the place where he had just rested, and all the traces he left behind were mysteriously covered.
Following his own intuition, he continued to approach the east of the God-Forsaken Land.
After several frequent and gentle lightning flashes, a familiar gray-white fog appeared at the end of his vision, exactly the same as the gray fog under their feet every Monday gathering.
The gray fog spread endlessly at the end of the vision, and the starting point and the end point were completely invisible.
The next moment, his figure suddenly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue formed by countless stars.
The statue shattered and turned into bright starlight points, enveloping the paper man holding a dark copper lantern beside him, assimilating into bright starlight points, and approaching the gray fog in the distance.
Under the endless gray fog, the stars reunited inside, revealing the figure of Renekton.
He held a dark copper lantern in his right hand and stood in front of the endless gray fog. Behind him, lightning flashed frequently, and the dazzling silver-white light flashed and illuminated the barren land. Woo~woo~
An ethereal sobbing sound suddenly rang in Renekton's ears. The sound seemed to come from an infinitely far place, yet seemed to be right next to his ear.
Behind him, a broken ring made up of countless gears and chains emerged. In the center of the ring, an illusory book kept flipping, and dots of twinkling and bright starlight peeled off from it and surrounded him.
The starlight gathered more and more, like a vast galaxy, and each of the stars in it moved according to a strange rhythm, like the embodiment of some kind of knowledge.
Opposite him, the originally calm gray fog suddenly surged, flashing a little bit of hazy light, constantly covered by the gray fog, and constantly revealed, as if it was in a tug-of-war.
As the lights in the gray fog kept flashing, countless voices gradually echoed in Renekton's ears. They were loud or small, far or near, all with extremely pious and fanatical beliefs, shouting and chanting something. Whenever he wanted to listen carefully, these voices would become noisy and difficult to distinguish.
Around him, the vast and bright galaxy slowly rotated, faster and faster,
setting off a storm of light blue and bright light!
One star after another flickered in the sky, scattering one after another brilliance, and Renekton, who was at the center of it all, fell into a brief state of unconsciousness.
An illusory sound echoed in his ears, as if something was broken.
At this moment, he felt that he and the extraordinary characteristics on his body were completely integrated. The stars that were spinning rapidly in the air and flashing with bright light were gradually gathering inward and merging into his body.
His aura rose rapidly, and his spirit seemed to be infinitely elevated. His flesh and blood kept turning and twisting, looking evil and terrifying.
Faintly, he seemed to be able to grasp something, seeing the location of the illusory stars in the void, and understanding what they represented.
In this process, his body and consciousness were broken down bit by bit, turning into countless complex and pure information, surging wantonly in reality and in the spirit world.
More and more information was attracted and integrated into the majestic information flow. The originally illusory knowledge gradually solidified and turned into a hazy glimmer that was difficult to see with the naked eye, surging like a torrent in the spirit world and reality.
On the other side, the gray-white mist surged more violently, as if something was constantly colliding outwards in the gray mist, trying to break through the blockade and vent its power outwards.
In the gray mist, countless hazy points of light flickered, as if there was a hidden bright starry sky containing countless knowledge.
In a hotel in the Hillston District of Backlund, Klein, who had just enjoyed the lunch delivered to the room by the hotel waiter and was about to go out, suddenly stopped.
Thick gray fog suddenly surged in his eyes. The gray fog was surging restlessly, which also gave his own spirituality a certain omen.
"Is this...some kind of change occurred above the gray fog, which stimulated me who has a direct connection with it?"
While whispering to himself, he loosened his hand holding the door handle, turned around and walked into the bathroom on the other side of the room, and walked four steps backwards while reciting the spell skillfully.
In the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein looked at the gray fog that kept surging in front of him, a little confused.
There was no breath of other existence. It seemed that the gray fog here just felt something and reacted spontaneously. As long as it was not the former owner of "Source Castle" who came back, it would be fine. Otherwise, he would find that his home was stolen, and it was stolen by a weak sequence 5. After
sighing in his heart for a moment, he immediately materialized a pen and paper, wrote down the divination sentence, and tried to divine the source of this change.
In his hazy dream, he suddenly woke up and saw the endless gray fog. Inside the gray fog, there were countless things like bright stars flashing and surging, constantly impacting the gray fog.
Unspeakable power was released, trying to break through the blockade of the gray fog, but it was always just a little short, and could never really break through this layer of gray fog.
Suddenly, a little bit of bright starlight emerged outside the gray fog, densely packed and dazzling.
"Huh" Klein suddenly opened his eyes, leaned forward, put his hands on the edge of the mottled long table, and gasped heavily.
The moment he saw those bright stars just now, he felt that his head was filled with countless complex, pure and useless knowledge, and his whole head seemed to explode from the inside.
After taking a breath, he leaned back in his chair again, closed his eyes, and restored his state through meditation.
After about a minute, he opened his eyes again and looked at the gray fog that had subsided. He suddenly sighed:
"Just now, that was a bit like the knowledge chaser of the 'Hidden Sage'. Was I seeing an angel from the 'Secret Peeper' path?"