"Your ring is very good, and I will use it for a while, my credit is very good, and my reputation is good, you don't have to worry about not paying you back."

Venason smiled harmlessly, after attracting the attention of the Andriol people with his flaws, he had already opened the "Lucky Gold Coin", extracted the extraordinary power of the spirit world shuttle, and at the last moment, hid into the spirit world, and at the same time forcibly took off the ring in its hand.

"By the way, there is one thing I forgot to tell you, that is, the power of the cards before, I deliberately controlled this range."

What are you kidding, a magical item comparable to a Level 1 seal, even if it is controlled by me, a Sequence 1 cleric, it is more than enough to break through the defense of Sequence 3.

"Huh?"

The Andriol man, covered in black scales, suddenly let out a scream, as if someone had been pierced in the head with an extremely sharp knife, stirring the entire brain, and the pain burst from the depths of the soul, instantly occupying all thoughts.

The fiery liquid seeped from around its temples, gray and white mixed together, slowly flowing downward, and its gaze swept around, two of the three cards that had previously been submerged in the ruins, were faintly dilating in their pupils, getting closer and closer.

A light rain suddenly fell in the air, and in the distance was a golden dusk, the ground was steaming, and three bloodstained cards floated again in mid-air, spinning at high speed, and Venason stepped on the water stains and mud bricks, step by step in front of the Andriol people, whose head had been cut into shape, and was constantly spreading out trickles of blood.

"The Andriol people of Sequence 3 are never human, they have intelligence, but not much, they hunt more according to instinct, if it is a human who has the power of Sequence 3, even if it is a magical item controlled by mental power, but the person lying here is probably me."

Just as Vinathan's thoughts were diverging, he suddenly sensed something:

"Huh? What is it. ”

Soon, he saw something strange flowing from the Andriol man's head, it was a fist-sized mass, not a pituitary gland, its surface was covered with reddish-brown ravines, embedded with wriggling meridians, like the heart of the opposite sex.

Although Venason couldn't tell what this "reddish-brown" mass of substance was for the time being, judging from the powerful spiritual power fluctuations emanating from it, it should be a good thing.

After taking a closer look, he crouched down, flexing and stretching his right arm, wrapping his left hand with mental power, and carefully grasping the strange mass.

As soon as the mass of things was touched by the palm of the hand wrapped in spiritual power, a diamond-shaped energy lightsaber immediately rebounded, and under the wrapping of the powerful spiritual power, he easily dodged this lightsaber, and then the lightsaber flew out, hitting the trees on both sides of the road, and then the trees quickly withered, revealing obvious traces of decay and burning.

"No sense of self? Is it a pure protection mechanism? Interesting. ”

Venason recalled Jason's previous record in his journal, as if there was a separate page stating that when a supernatural creature or cleric died, it would leave behind a mass of radiant substance, called the transcendent relic.

"Whew!"

As the transcendent legacy was diluted, a howl like a wolf was heard, and in the shadows, lingering souls were awakened by the transcendent characteristics one after another, and these revenants sobbed, screamed, sometimes appeared, sometimes flickered, and dyed the neighborhood with a terrifying color.

Didn't expect the attraction of this transcendent trait to be so great? Even spiritual creatures can be drawn out, which is really a good thing.

It's a pity that Jason's old father only recorded this kind of thing in his diary, and there is no specific use for the transcendent legacy, by the way, I can throw it on the old royal court, and Gorot should know about the use of the transcendent realm.

Well, indecisive, Gorot!

Venason looked down at the bronze ring he wore on his middle finger, first offering the object to Mr. "The Old Day", and then I was returning to the Old Court and responding to the sacrifice, so it should be fine.

The sacrificial ritual requires candles, essential oils, and corresponding auxiliary materials to please the gods...... Wait, I sacrifice to myself, why please? Just use the spirit body to open the door of Yah.

Venason felt a short circuit in his head for a moment, he looked around, and after making sure that there were no particularly powerful otherworldly species lurking, he quickly broke off two of the Andri's fingers and inserted them into the ground, using spiritual friction to light the fingernails and act as candles.

Anyway, it's your own prayer to yourself, your own response to yourself, candles or something, just have this kind of thing.

After immersing himself in his mind and dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, Venason immediately snapped his fingers to create a spiritual wall, and then popped out two drops of essential oil symbolizing good luck and mystery into the light of the finger "candle".

"Whew!"

He exhaled heavily, took two steps back, looked at the firelight, and whispered in the ancient Hermetian language:

"The Ancient Dominion ...... Sleeping in the City of L'Alaye"

"The Mysterious Juggernaut above the Forbidden ......"

"Eternal Old Dreams Transcending Time and Space ......"

......

"I pray to you!"

"Pray that you will give me strength!"

"O great Lord Laleye, please accept this transcendent remnant of your pious self and prepare it......"

In an instant, the crimson candle flame suddenly became huge, and in the center of the flame, an illusory, heavy, and mysterious stone door slowly opened.

Venason stared at the illusory stone door that appeared in front of him, especially when he saw the symbol in the middle part of the "Hidden Eye" and "Twisted Tentacles", a curvature outlined from the corner of his mouth.

As I imagined, sacrificing myself, even if I am not above the old days, as long as I send a signal to the spirit body, I can open the door of Yah!

After looking at the stone door for a moment, Venason didn't think much about it, and threw the transcendent legacy directly into the door, and at this moment, with the sound of rubbing the bronze ring on his index finger, everything around him began to become abstract.

Once...

Twice...

Three times...

Rubbing for the third time, the entire area was frozen by an inexplicable force, even the light of dusk was forbidden at this moment, and then his body suddenly fell rapidly, and the sound of waves crashing against the reef began to come like nothing.

Due to the experience he had had several times before, this time Venason directly controlled himself in a meditative way, and quickly entered the city of Laleye, and with the passage of time, those murmurs and whispers quickly receded, and he once again felt that his body became lighter, his spirit became lighter, and everything fluttered.

A huge burning bonfire appeared in sight, and the endless gray and white sea gently rippled, and the shining points of light around it were far or near, like shining stars in the Milky Way.

Venason naturally fell from mid-air and landed on the bronze throne at the top of the Ouroboros, and the moment he sat down, the gray and white sea slowly climbed and evolved into a black hooded robe, enveloping his whole body, and the majestic and ancient aura emanated.

"Honorable, high, great master, your lowly, insignificant, timid servant, Gorot welcomes you."

Venason bowed his head slightly, ignoring Gorot's opening remarks, and his left palm reached forward, and a cloud of transcendent remnants that bloomed with brilliant brilliance immediately condensed from the transcendent campfire and landed on the bronze table in front of him.