Knowing the sea, the golden light shines.

Ryan's spiritual power rippled in the golden light, every trace and every millimeter was closely fused together, and wherever the golden light went, thoughts permeated the past, and outside this golden light, there was a black tide coming.

The strange aura turned into a black tide, like a monstrous wave, sweeping in from all directions.

The golden book opens a title page, and on the page, a layer of golden light is so rich that it seems to be substantial.

The golden light spreads out, like mist, and the more you go to the periphery, the thinner the golden light becomes, and the golden light and the black gas are entangled with each other, devouring each other, advancing and retreating......

Every collision, every conflict, Ryan's mind will shake for a while, it feels like standing on a light boat, there is a tornado on the sea, the waves are like mountains, overwhelming the sky, the light boat rises and falls on the waves, high and low, Ryan does his best, so as not to be swept up in the waves, leaving the light boat, nowhere to be found.

It's a battle of willpower.

Time meant nothing here, Ryan didn't know how much time had passed in the outside world, he only knew that he must not be swallowed up by the black mist.

In a way, the Golden Book was still lacking in energy, so compared to the dark tide in the sky, the golden light was slightly dim, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it was going to be extinguished soon.

In reality, this is not the case.

In terms of quantity, the golden light emitted by the Golden Book is indeed far inferior to the invading Kuroshio, and in terms of quality, it is better than that.

The Kuroshio seems to be menacing and seemingly extremely powerful, however, it is not an opponent of the golden light, once it comes into contact, it is swallowed by the golden light, and it is transformed...... It's just that because the number of invading mysterious auras is too large, the Black Tide has been formed, and Ryan himself can't fully control the Golden Book, so this devouring conversion speed is relatively slow, so it's not obvious.

As uncomfortable as it was, Ryan was able to resist the temptation of that strange space.

About a meter away from that space, Ryan stopped, his eyes were no longer painful, nor dazed, a clear, forehead, sweat gushing like a spring, soon, the whole person was like standing in the heavy rain, drenched all over.

Running the Golden Book consumes his vitality.

How much time?

Five minutes!

It seems that it can still hold on.

The expression on Albert's face changed, and a hint of envy passed through his eyes.

Talent?

Or willpower?

To this extent, it is sufficient.

There were three buttons on the pocket watch in his hand, red, green and blue, Albert pressed the blue button lightly, and at the same time, his lips and teeth opened lightly, and he recited a spell, the spell is a divine script.

The so-called divine script, which comes from the mysterious world, is a necessity for casting spells.

If you want to recite the gods, you can't rely on the human pronunciation organs alone, you must resonate with your own soul, and under the agitation of your spiritual power, you can recite it and drive the energy to influence the real world.

There is a saying in the Church that one must be a devout believer in order to recite the sacred text in order to receive the attention of the Father, and in this way, it has incredible power.

Once upon a time, this statement was an irrefutable truth.

Now, there are many theories.

After the power of secular imperial power became stronger, the clerical power was not as good as before.

In the Middle Ages, the pope could remove the crown from the king's head at the slightest word, and all princes had to prostrate at the feet of the cardinal when they ascended to the throne, so that the bishop would put the crown on him.

Now, things are changing.

Nowadays, there is a powerful empire, in the case of the French Empire, the emperor is dismissive of the Templar, and on the surface, although there is still respect, in fact, the emperor has been able to stand up to the pope.

The two sides are no longer superior or inferior, but a cooperative alliance.

Going back a thousand years, an existence like Albert can only be branded a heretic by the Inquisition, because he is not a priest and has not studied at a religious college, even if he believes in the Father, just because he is a transcendent being, he can only become a heretic.

At that time, only kings or powerful nobles could worship a small number of transcendents, and the Templars would turn a blind eye.

At that time, there were no night watchmen!

After the establishment of the French Empire, there was a night watchman.

It was also during that period that people discovered that the sacred text had nothing to do with faith.

Even if you don't believe in God, even if you believe in the devil, as long as your spiritual power is strong enough, once you recite the sacred scriptures, your spiritual power resonates with it, and you can exert incredible power.

This is the transcendent.

Only, there is a problem here as well.

That is, if the will is not strong, the transcendent is extremely susceptible to being polluted by the mysterious aura, and once they fall into the demon, they will also fall.

If you are lucky, you will be like Albert, but you will be greatly weakened, hiding between square inches, and lingering in the circle, and if you are unlucky, you will become a dead soul, a face in the mysterious space, imprisoned there, forever sinking in pain.

Light and darkness!

Everything is one and two!

What you get always has to pay, that's the principle.

Blue light flashed, like an ocean, an ocean bathed in warm sunlight, and just like that, it appeared under Ryan's eyes.

In silence, the walls regathered, the door of the space closed, and the black tide raging in the sea of Ryan's knowledge dissipated in an instant, without a trace, and the golden book swirled and swirled, and the golden light spread outward, and disappeared in a flash.

Then, it exudes pleasure as if it had eaten a child.

In the inner pages, there are changes.

At this time, Ryan didn't have time to observe.

He scratched his head and looked at Albert with confusion in his eyes, a little fear, a little uneasiness, a little curiosity......

This is the expression that best fits the young person's design.

"Kid, do you have a lot of curiosity?"

Albert smiled, a face like an old newspaper that had been used to wrap something, crumpled and unanimous, a face that hadn't smiled in a long time.

Ryan didn't speak, but nodded.

Albert sat down, slumped in his chair, breathing heavily, for a long time before he returned to normal.

"It's old, it's useless!"

He let out a long sigh and glanced at Ryan.

Then, he reached out and pressed a button on his desk.

"What's the problem, you ask Tess...... She will take you through the onboarding process. ”

Then Albert curled up in a wide chair and did not speak, he closed his eyes, and if it were not for the fact that his chest would rise and fall from time to time, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a dead man.

Ryan frowned and didn't speak.

The room was as quiet as a tomb, except for the dim yellow light.

After a while, there was a knock at the door.

"Sir, may I come in?"

Tess's voice came softly.