A body covered in feathers that appears to be human? Klein wanted to take a closer look, but at this time, the "monsters" he controlled were rotting rapidly, rotten to the point of bleeding yellow-green pus, and rotten to the point that flesh and blood fell one after another.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The monsters' faces were only white bones, and their eyes were sunken and smashed to the ground in no particular order.

The clatter continued, and all the monsters fell apart completely, and then turned to dust, leaving only the shimmering objects in place...... That's their extraordinary property!

At the same time, the inexplicable power has also spread to the "spirit thread", and it is about to invade the projection of Klein's history that manipulates them along the way.

However, Klein, who sensed the danger, decisively terminated the contact.

"Just looking at it and being polluted by 'death, power?' What is the origin of that body...... The task of the goddess is indeed not so simple!"

Although he had long guessed that it would not go so well, Klein's historical projection still frowned.

He pondered for a moment, then assumed a prayer posture and prayed to the "fool".

Then, Crane's main body entered the gray mist, and used the "Dusk Giant Card" that the "Sun" had just returned to leverage the power of the "Source Castle" to create a "Paper Angel", and then threw it into his own "point of light".

The "angels" with the light of "dusk" embraced the historical projection of Klein and blessed him.

After doing this, Crane once again hid in the hole of history, concentrating on manipulating his projection, allowing it to enter the hidden space of the temple through the "entrance" of the shattered floor tiles.

As he had seen through the monster before, the hidden space underground, although not small, was very empty, and only the uncovered sarcophagus in the center was the most eye-catching.

Crane didn't immediately look at the corpses in the coffin, but first collected the extraordinary characteristics that belonged to the monsters scattered around.

Most of the people who take the initiative to transform into monsters are apprentices who can enter the dark side of the city-state or the hidden snow area, and the path is extraordinary, so the extraordinary characteristics collected belong to this path, from "apprentice" to "traveler", but there is no "demigod" or above.

"When the time is right, it can be given to the members of Abraham's family who believe in 'Fools,......" After muttering a few words, Crane took out a citrine pendant and divined the danger of going to see the corpse.

After getting the result of "very dangerous, but within the tolerable range", he took a deep breath and walked to the coffin, carefully observing the corpse that he had only had time to glance at before.

As soon as his gaze touched the feathers covering the corpse, the power of "death" spread along the connection again, but in the end it was blocked by the faint "dusk" light outside the projection.

"Looking at it this way, the residual power is not very strong, but the level is very high, and ordinary demigods may not be spared...... Klein was relieved to see that the power of the "Paper Angel" blocked the invasion from "death".

He froze and looked at the body in the coffin.

It was a woman, a very beautiful woman with the characteristics of both Eastern and Western races.

Even though she was silent now, and she had been lying in this secret space for I don't know how many years, she had not turned into a dry corpse, but her skin was smooth and plump, and if it weren't for the fact that her face was so white that there was no blood, it would have been as if she was asleep.

"Who the hell is this lady? Why was it placed in a city-state that believed in immortal birds? And she doesn't look like she's really dead......

"Also, there doesn't seem to be anything special about this lady herself, and the source of those pollution is her 'feathers,' .

"Forget it, what do you want to do so much...... My mission only

There's no need to find out where she came from."

It was to give her to the goddess.

In a flash of thought, Crane began to set up the "sacrifice" ritual and put the extraordinary properties he had collected on the altar.

Just as he was about to open the "Door of Sacrifice", he hesitated, then plucked two more feathers from the woman's corpse and placed them on the altar.

As for the body itself, Crane didn't want to send it to the "gray mist", after all, it was not sure if it was dead or alive, what if there was an "Amon" or something similar hidden inside?

After seeing many extraordinary properties and feathers disappear into the "gate" that appeared in the void, Crane's projection took out a "Night Emblem" in his hand, and then touched the corpse with one hand while saying in a giant voice:

"Amanisis ......"

Unlike before, when he couldn't make any sound when he recited this name, and what he wanted to say seemed to be hidden, this time, holding the emblem of the night, he completely recited the goddess's true name.

The next moment, the power of "darkness" erupted, and Crane's projection and the woman's body were erased at the same time, disappearing without a trace.

At the same time, the entire temple, both the outer layer and the hidden space, began to shake violently, and within a few seconds, it completely collapsed, turning into a ruin.

Crane himself, hidden in the pores of history, quietly observed this scene, and only after a long time did he sigh slightly, and then took four steps backwards to the gray mist.

He threw the traits next to the pile of debris before picking up one of the two feathers he had plucked and began to "die...... No, it's the beginning of "dream divination".

The gray world soon changed, and he saw the beautiful lady standing in front of an altar, the look in her eyes constantly changing, with struggle, pain, and madness.

But after a while, all these emotions were subdued, and the beautiful eyes of the lady who had the appearance of a mixed race of Eastern and Western races were only determined.

She lay down on the altar, letting the sudden pale flames consume her clothes, her body, and even her soul!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

In the midst of the great pain, the lady let out a non-human roar, but her voice grew lower and lower until it disappeared.

Just when Crane thought she had been completely "consumed" by the pale flames, a huge giant bird rushed out of the paleness.

Its body is covered in feathers woven from pale flames and mystical patterns, its eyes are cast in bronze, and layers of illusory doors are hidden inside.

Gregaret, the ancestor of the immortal birds!

Crane woke up from the "dream" and immediately recognized the other party's identity.

"Gregali, the ancestor of the undead birds, was originally a human?"

"That body, the remnant of the immortal bird's nirvana?

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