Thursday morning, in the prayer room of St. Samuel's Cathedral in Beckland.

Klein's historical projection first "religiously" lit the "stars" on his chest, and then he reached out his right hand and slammed it into the air.

After four or five strokes, his arm sank, and he dragged out a plain-looking lady in a simple linen robe, tied with a bark belt, barefoot, and long black hair.

Arianna, leader of the ascetics of the Church of the Night, "Servant of the Secrets"!

At the same moment, in a house in the Seville Peninsula, where the Abraham family lived, a woman of about twenty-seven or eighteen years of age, who seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, sat up suddenly, her body straight, and the blood vessels in her forehead jumped straight.

She felt like a flood bursting her levees, surging towards the void in front of her, unable to contain it, and looking about to dry up.

In the next second, this trend eased a lot, but it was still scary, and it was not something she could fully withstand now.

Her name is Martha, and she is a "fool" believer within Abraham's family, and she has become a "fanatic" of the other party since she was protected by the Great Being and no longer has to worry about the night of the full moon.

Martha's faith was also affirmed by the gods, and just a few days ago, Mr. "Fool" gave her the extraordinary characteristics of "Recorder" to help her advance smoothly, and only at the cost of "recording" a demigod ability as a medium for the descending of the Dependents.

Taking out a bottle of "Silver Moon Elixir" and drinking it, Martha, whose spiritual exhaustion problem had been alleviated, rubbed the corners of her forehead, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It is worthy of the 'Favorite, Your Excellency, even if there is a 'Fool, Mr. Gift' Spirit Worm, to help share the consumption, it almost squeezed me dry......

In the prayer room of St. Samuel's Church, seeing the image of Ms. Arianna's historical pore gaining consciousness, Klein made a long story short and said directly:

"Ma'am, I've done the Goddess's mission." Arianna nodded slightly, indicating that she understood, but he didn't say anything more, but grabbed a small box out of nowhere and handed it to Crane.

That is exactly what the goddess promised to bestow on the extraordinary characteristics of the "miracle master" that originally belonged to Zarathu.

Seeing that the leader of the ascetics was so simple, Klein did not shy away from it, and directly arranged the ceremony and sent the box to the gray mist.

After doing this, he took the time to pull out the "feather" projection he got from Gregaret, and asked:

"Do you have a way to use this feather?" Arianna looked at it a few times, and said with her mouth slightly open, "I know how to make a charm called the 'Immortal Bird Talisman......

She then stuffed this knowledge into the "head" of a nature spirit and gave it to Klein.

…… This way of transmitting knowledge is really unique...... As soon as Crane, who took the spirit in his hand, complained in his heart, his consciousness suddenly blurred, and then he saw the lady opposite and himself in his sleeve eyes blurred at the same time, and disappeared quickly.

In the gray dream world, Abner wanders through a dark minaret, where he meets Will Onsetin, wrapped in silver silk, in a black stroller.

It's a one-year-old, and you still think you're a few months old? Tolzna next door is running all over the ground! Abner scolded a few words, pretending not to see the other party sucking his fingers, and asked bluntly:

"Let that 'Justice, Miss.' bring me a pure, top-quality ice cream from Trier, the capital of Intis."

Abner stopped and asked with a smile, "You've been eating a lot of ice cream lately, haven't you?" Aren't you afraid of affecting the development of this body?"

Will Onsetin hesitated and replied, "One last time!"

With that, the fleshy one-year-old rolled over and buried his face in the small pillow in the stroller.

Seeing this, Abner shook his head with a smile and said in his heart: Every time is it the last time?

Friday morning, West Byron, Caraston City. Dax, the "puppet" who has become the supreme ruler here, stands on the top floor of the church that originally belonged to the Church of the Night, looking down on the sparsely lit city, and his heart is full of accomplishments

Feel.

He is a pure native of the Southern Continent, and he is extremely disgusted with the gods of the Northern Continent.

In a house not far away, Emlyn White nodded to Jane Grant Miranda beside her, and then pulled out a bronze box encrusted with rubies.

The box contained an eyeball-shaped glass orb, a "Level 1" seal of the "Sun" realm that Emlin had applied for from within the Bloodline, called "Pure White Vision".

It has a very good effect on dealing with demigods in the "xenomorph" pathway, and in some ways can even be called restrained.

Of course, it doesn't feel pity and become merciful just because Emlyn and Jane are extraordinary on its side.

Jian took out a square-shaped black ring and put it on his finger, and took out an iron medal and held it in the palm of his hand, and then opened the "door" and released the demigod-level necromancer in his small "underworld".

The square dark ring is naturally derived from the "Hell Admiral" Ludwell's Death Ring, and the "Iron Plate" is a "token" that she brought out from the tombs of her ancestors and can command many dead spirits.

Together, Jane barely reached the standard of controlling a demigod necromancy.

Taking a deep breath, Emlyn White opened the bronze box encrusted with rubies and picked up the "Pure White Vision" with her left hand, which was wearing a black velvet glove.

His expression suddenly distorted, and he realized the pain of being completely exposed to the blazing sun.

Holding back the feeling, Emlyn brought the eyeball-shaped ball of clear glass to his right eye.

All the buildings in front of him suddenly "disappeared" from his sight, leaving only cold or depraved figures.

Among them, a figure is like a huge black vortex, frantically devouring the light around it, making itself distorted.

This is exactly what Emlyn was aiming for, the student of the gods and the current ruler of Karaston, Dax the "Puppet".

A little light then lit up, condensing into a hot, blinding ray, which burst out of the "pure white vision" and went straight to the figure inside the church.