Klein didn't wait too long, and soon the spirit covered in armor reported his abilities to Crane one by one, not daring to hide the slightest.

After careful analysis, Crane finally decided to sign a contract with the Armored Shadow in front of him, borrowing his ability "Hum Ha Technique" to make a contract.

The reason why he didn't borrow his "Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk" and "Soul Eater Roar" had two plans, one of which was because the so-called "Heavenly Dao" that this armor shadow believed in was not a "Source Castle", but a essentia that favored the concepts of "death" and "destruction".

Under the information provided by the high-dimensional overlooker, Klein felt that these "Heavenly Dao" were actually the "essentia" sealed by the Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Venerable.

Not only that, but Crane also speculated that the source of these two abilities could come from the "River of Eternal Darkness", or the essentia of the "Declining King". If it's the former, it's fine, but if it's the latter, then it's likely that the outer gods of the Western Continent who are staring at the barrier outside the world will have a chance to work against them.

The second reason is that Klein doesn't need these two abilities of the Armor Ghost at the moment, plus the mind control ability of the "Hum Ha Technique" works through the person rather than the sequence.

In other words, after Crane borrowed this ability, he could use the "Source Fort" to temporarily elevate his own person, allowing him to exert strong control over others while using the Blasphemous Card and Gray Mist to enhance his personality.

In this case, although Klein himself is only a demigod, if he has the blessing of the "Source Castle", the "Hum Ha Technique" can even control the enemies of Sequence Three or even the Angel level.

"What do you need in exchange for this ability?"

Crane asked the Armor Shadow after thinking about it, and the Armor Shadow opened his mouth:

"Gold ...... equal to five thousand gold pounds"

After hearing the word gold, Crane's eyes suddenly became dangerous, the gray mist around him suddenly became thicker, and the tentacles moved slightly, which seemed to be a very dangerous signal.

The Shadow of the Armor, which was already in a spirit state, shuddered. He swallowed a non-existent saliva, spoke again, and added:

“…… Or the blood sacrifice of more than ten. ”

If there is a blood sacrifice of more than ten people, this condition will be really simpler at that time, and it will be enough to go to the sea and catch a few pirates...... Crane's expression softened, and he nodded at the Armored Shadow, and took out a necromantic realm contract paper from his hand.

This was deliberately given to the church in response to spirits who were biased towards the necromancy.

"I'll give you the blood sacrifice within a week, can you accept such a reward?"

The Armor Phantom nodded violently, and he nodded as fast as pounding garlic.

……

"It's a pity, I'm leaving today." The high-dimensional overhead is smearing oil paint, and if you look closely, you will see that there is not much left on the canvas.

He said to Medici as he painted. He sat on top of a cloud, looking quite freehand. If you look closely, you can see that there are large brushstrokes on the clouds that seem to have been scribbled by an oil painting knife.

The clouds are like creations drawn by a high-dimensional overlooker.

Beside him, the "Angel of War" Medici also sat on a cloud that seemed to be painted.

He smacked his lips and leaped forward, stepping on a blue sky that had been painted. As soon as He left the place, one after another invisible arms descended from the sky and took on concrete forms around the clouds, taking on the appearance of being as pale as the bare arms of a wax figure.

The arms held the cloud in its hold, and then quickly disappeared in place.

As the clouds vanished, the palette in the hand of the high-dimensional overhead had a little more white paint.

"The Lord has agreed to your plan...... Medici's expression was obviously a little unhappy, and he couldn't help but say as he watched the high-dimensional overlooking person smearing paint on the white canvas:

"Can you really deceive Leodro and Badheil with something you draw like this? I'll just go find a hunter and draw something better than you. ”

"Asking a hunter to draw means coloring on a map? This kind of game has also been played by Superstar and I in the starry sky. Don't blame me for not reminding you, he also has dreams of hosting the 'Red Priests'. "Of course, this is not finished yet, although you think this painting is weird, with eyes on mouth and mouth on nose, but if you look at it from a different perspective, it won't be like this." ”

With a flick of his hands, a chaotic hue flashed in the hands of the high-dimensional overlooker, and with a wave of his hands, one pale arm after another, like the clouds he had just dragged away, appeared below the painting, shifting the painting to a different position in front of Medici's eyes.

The various colors of the oil paint on top of it became more prominent, and soon, the blocks and lines writhed and reassembled into a new painting.

A huge blood-stained figure in a white robe stood in the middle, and there was apparently a spare space behind him, just in time for a figure to stand.

"Betrayal"!

When the "main ......" saw the giant in the painting, Medici couldn't help muttering to himself, and then he reacted and commented: "Ha, the painting is indeed quite similar." ”

"In any case, please trust the aesthetic level of an outer god."

The high-dimensional overlook knocked on the palette in his hand:

"You say, when Alista Tudor led his army to kill Intis and Fursack, and wanted to take away the extraordinary characteristics of the two conquerors of Sauron and Einhorn...... Will the Lord of the Storm resist the temptation of extraordinary aggregation and peek into the battlefield of the Priests? ”

The high-dimensional overlooking man smiled, "Guess again, will the God of Knowledge and Wisdom backstab the true Creator as I predicted, he is the god who can seize the opportunity, isn't he?" ”

"Isn't the current 'White Tower' you?" The corners of Medici's mouth hooked:

"You're right, they do it according to their character, otherwise Leodro will be greeted with death or surrender of his own sequence and oneness, the Lord is not so merciful, and He will not allow Leodro to become an archangel this time."

"But—" Medici's tone shifted, continuing to look at the high-dimensional overlooker:

"Would you really do this kind of thing that benefits the Lord? If you are able to accommodate the White Tower path, that means you can accommodate the other ways of the Lord. I don't believe in your friendship and bond like the little mystery you support. ”

"What has the Lord promised you? So that you go to such great lengths to draw this stage on earth at the risk of revealing your identity? ”

Medici raised his hand, and beside him appeared a lifeless Trier, where every line of the building was clearly visible, but there was not a single figure in it.

It's a city that's been painted!

"Obviously, my goal is to be the 'God of Steam and Machines'. There can be no doubt that under the just pact made by the power of the herded Eternal Sun, I am a very strong ally with the True Creator. ”

The high-dimensional lookdown smiled, and he clapped his hands:

"And dear Medici, why do you think that I am still afraid of being discovered by the gods of the earth?"

"The White Tower is me, the True Creator, the grazed Eternal Sun, and the Night Goddess are all my allies. And the 'Mother Earth Goddess' is now also one of the vests of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess'. ”

"Five of the seven gods already belong to us, why do you think that I, the outer god, will be a minority on earth?"

“……”

Medici was slightly stunned for a moment, and the 'conspirator' instinct told him that the outer god in front of him seemed to have something to say.

But he himself didn't know what kind of conspiracy and calculation the high-dimensional overlooker in front of him was planning, so he could only keep his words in his stomach, and then remind his main body to be careful of the little deflated three in front of him.

(Lao Qi three buckles Nuo Tianzun)

Although this outer god in front of him has a deep calculation and has taken away the possibility of the Lord becoming God, which is very bad; But Medici felt that it was good that the high-dimensional seekers had shared a part of the erosion of God's consciousness for the Lord on this basis.

Considering the covenant between the high-dimensional see-down and the Lord, in the end, after careful weighing, Medici still gave up the idea of scheming with the high-dimensional see-down, and was ready to remind the Lord a little that the Lord should not trust Him too much.

Most of the time, the Lord's decision-making is quite reliable, even more thoughtful than His "conspirator."

It's just that the Lord trusts people too easily, Medici thought. At that time, the ancient sun gods simply misjudged Leodro and their loyalty to him, and he was rewarded with thousands of years of ruin.

That was the only time he had made a mistake in judgment, and it made Medici think that the ancient sun god had always been his master, because God could not be wrong.

It's as if God will never believe in His followers, and that all life, no matter how high or low, is just a sheep in His fold. At the end of the day, this is the biggest difference between the ancient sun god and God.

Medici trusted the Lord, but He did not believe in God.

—for He knew that there would be no more God than the Lord who would sit with Him by the fire in the Western Continent, speaking of myths that seemed to have been brought from ancient times.

"That's true." Medici smiled, "Then the true gods of Earth are already about to die, High Dimensional Lookdown - what are you hiding?" ”

"yes." The high-dimensional overlooking person casually drew a cross on his chest, and Medici looked at the movements of the outer god in front of him, how to look at it and feel unhappy.

He spat hard, and his form disappeared into the spirit realm.

The high-dimensional peer still rests there, carelessly smearing the paint in his hand, and a painting gradually emerges beneath his hand. After a few moments, a man in old clothes walked out of the painting, somewhat dazed.

But in the next moment, His expression became calm, as if he understood something. He nodded to the high-dimensional seeker sitting on the cloud:

"Ontology."

"What kind of person did you ask me to replace this time?"

"A painter, a wretched wretched creature who has lost his soul." The high-dimensional overlooking person casually said to his avatar, and his hand kept moving:

"He prayed to me to enter the 'hostel,' and I answered him. After the power of the two sequences one returned, it was quite convenient to project such an equal deal in this way. ”

The high-dimensional overlooking man smiled: "People who are depressed, no matter which country or world, there are quite a lot of them; They are willing to trade their youth for achievement, so they deposit their souls with me, hoping to get a moment of satisfaction. ”

"So, you promised them that we would replace them, accomplish for them, and give them back the body."

The high-dimensional lookdown nodded, and after a while, another person in ordinary clothes walked out of his side.

"Since they have chosen to give up their right to think for themselves and pray to the gods, then I will naturally grant their request."

"I'm not a miracle master, and I can't guarantee that all their wishes will be fulfilled in the form they want, but I can guarantee that they will achieve fame and fulfill their dreams."

"Miracles come at a price, but isn't it a reasonable deal to exchange one's talents and fate for one's own wasted years?"

"If I lose this war, there will be no follow-up dreams; If I win, they'll all have a bright future ahead of them – what a bargain, and with a nod of the head, they can make it happen. ”

The high-dimensional overlooking man spread his hands and stopped painting:

"Without a doubt, it's a great value for money. They do have their own talents, but they lack opportunities and lack luck. ”

"And now I'm just adding fuel to the fire and giving them a little ...... Marvel. ”

The high-dimensional overlooking man said with a smile, his expression calm:

"Go and fulfill your mission."

"Use the pen and paper in your hand, the gun and the cannon in your hand to contribute to this war."

"—go and finish our plan, 'I.'"

……

"This war is about to start, guys, does anyone want to bet?"

The high-dimensional overlooking person looks at the excitement and doesn't think it's a big deal.

"Isn't that exactly what you expected - I bet on myself, on all my population, and I believe I can touch the Western Continent."

The Superstar Juggernaut continues to gamble on the dogs.

"There will be no victor in this war, and for anyone, they will go from life to death, to doomed decline."

So said the declining king, who did not invest too much power.

"Then I guess the high-dimensional one wins."

“？”

“？”

"Fate, why are you out of place?"

The Circle of Fate calmly looked at the two gods beside him and said:

"The high-dimensional overlooker gives too much."

"It allowed me to use my authority a little, to reinforce the fate He had prophesied."

(End of chapter)