If that demigod hadn't crashed into the Demon Painting on its own, I'd have had to summon Mr. World's historical pore image...... Uh, I don't know if this counts as directly asking for an angel-level helper...... Firth thought as he drank the potion.

To her, the potion was like ice water that could freeze a person with a very low temperature, and everywhere she passed, all her feelings disappeared, and only her thoughts were not frozen.

When a person is extremely cold, it is inevitable to hallucinate, and in Furth's vision, a night sky instantly appeared, and in the night sky, dense bright stars intertwined into a dreamy river.

Firth's body then reflected a little bit of starlight, which seemed to come from her.

The little bit of pure starlight was invisibly connected to the different stars in the night sky, and as the light flickered, they twisted and wriggled, and worms burrowed out of Folth's body, trying to run into the milky way of shredded diamonds.

Each of them carries a part of flesh and a little consciousness, like uncontrolled doppelgangers.

Firth's mind was so chaotic that he could barely control himself against the tendency to separate.

That's when she sensed something unreal.

It was a seal she had completed with a "demon painting", which was projected into the mysterious world created by the potion, forming an abstract, vague mark.

Furth didn't think about it, but instinctively extended part of his consciousness along with spirituality, entangled with the abstract mark.

The mark is not so tensuous with her, and there seems to be a part that does not belong to her, but can barely be integrated with her.

Suddenly, in Furth's mind, the abstract mark became quite clear, it was a "door" painted with mysterious symbols on top of each other.

This "door" hid Forth behind herself, cutting her off from the stars around her.

At the same time, on the other side of the "door", the sealed terrifying creature seemed to sense the aura of the enemy, and used its own divinity to frantically erode the illusory "door", which happened to cancel out the influence of the outside starry sky on Forth.

After lasting for more than ten seconds, the night sky flowing with the brilliant Milky Way slowly faded, and that little bit of starlight immediately returned to Furth's body, merging with her.

At this moment, a deep darkness loomed before Forth's eyes, and in the depths of the darkness were never-ending storms and occasional flashes of lightning.

The next second, the familiar voice rang in Furth's ears, which pierced her head like steel nails stirring her brain.

Firth's expression suddenly distorted, if it weren't for the fact that she had experienced similar things again and again, had a certain resistance, and had the personality of a saint herself, most of them would have been directly out of control at this time.

Of course, there must be a "good luck" effect in this.

It took her several seconds, relying on her meditation skills, to finally calm down and hear what the voice was shouting.

It's crying for help!

It wasn't a giant's language, nor an Elven language, nor an ancient Hermes, but a language that Firth had never touched, but which she could understand as soon as she heard it, and felt that it seemed like the true source of many of today's languages.

Mr. "Gate" frantically shouts "help" every time the moon is full, which is simply a shame among the king of angels...... But even if He was asking for help, it would be unbearable horror for me...... Furth sneered twice, thinking about whether to pretend not to hear, and when he had initially reined in his spirituality and mastered the extraordinary abilities of the "Mystic Mage", he would talk to Mr. "Gate" again on the next full moon, or should he have a certain exchange now.

Suddenly, the shouting from infinity ceased, and there was a deathly silence around them.

After two or three seconds, an ethereal but piercing voice came into Furth's mind:

"You're using extraordinary traits from the Abrahams. ”

This sentence was flat and straightforward, without a little ups and downs, but it made the blood vessels in Furth's forehead skip straight, his eyes were densely filamentous, and his body was shining.

She nearly lost control of herself.

"Who are you?" asked Fowl deliberately, figuring his gaze.

The voice that seemed to induce her to lose control step by step smiled in a low voice:

"You can call me Mr. 'Door'.

"You shouldn't be a stranger to me. ”

The king of the angels of the Fourth Age directly pointed out that Firth had a certain connection with him, and could hear the "whisper of the full moon".

...... I'm going to write you in!" Furth gritted his teeth and asked:

"Dear Mr. 'Gate', are you the ancestor of the House of Abraham, Your Highness Bethel?"

The voice that had passed through countless barriers regained its previous flatness:

"Yes. ”

"Did you know that your 'call for help' has plunged the entire Abraham family into a curse that has lasted for more than a thousand years, and that almost no one can become a 'traveler', or even a 'recorder'? Feeling that he could not have a long-term conversation with Mr. Men, otherwise the tendency to spiral out of control would be irreversible, Forthth directly raised the issue that Abraham was most concerned about.

Mr. "Door" was silent for two seconds and said:

"They don't have a 'mystic' anymore, no other demigods?"

"Not since the 'War of the Four Emperors', and the curse you brought with them has made it impossible for them to be promoted to demigods, if you can stop crying for help for ten years, maybe a new Abraham demigod will be born, which will be even more helpful for you to get out of trouble. Foirth made his suggestion in good faith.

Mr. "Door" sighed and said:

"I was banished into the eternal darkness of the night, held back by a storm that never ceased, and I had no way of knowing what was going on in the real world, nor did I know that there was not a single demigod left in the entire Abrahamic family. ”

Lie...... It was not Falth who calmly made this assessment, but Crane, who held the "Fool" card and held the "Staff of Stars", sitting in the "Source Castle", closely monitoring the corresponding crimson star.

He remembered that the Emperor had mentioned in his diary that Mister "Men" had a certain understanding of reality—that he seemed to be able to see and hear beyond the seals with the help of the changes brought about by the full moon.

After sighing, Mr. "Door" continued:

"Moreover, the cries for help during the full moon are not something I can control. ”

"Why?" Forth blurted out in surprise.

Mr. "Door" said in a faint voice:

"You're already a demigod, so you should be well aware that the higher the sequence, the greater the threat of madness.

"A normal angel, even if he can walk freely on the ground and do what he likes, without the need for additional battles, may gradually be affected by extraordinary characteristics, become not like himself, and even appear half-crazy, I am a king of angels who has been banished and sealed for more than a thousand years, and I don't even have a communication partner, and the fact that I am not completely crazy already means that I am strong and lucky enough.

"Every time the full moon comes, my crazy part is strengthened, leaving me uncontrollable and can only keep calling for help. ”

So that's it...... If I had been locked up like this, I would have gone crazy for a few months...... Well, if I could provide alcoholic beverages, newspapers and magazines, all kinds of books, different foods, I could last a year, no, half a year...... Furth nodded abruptly and asked rather perfunctorily:

"Is there anything I can do for you, and how can the Abrahams remove the curse?"

Mr. "Door" was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Set up the rituals and help me get out of trouble, and then the curse will be gone.

"There are two kinds of rituals, one is to sacrifice one demigod each of the 'soothsayers', 'apprentices', and 'thieves'...... The second is to take the blood of at least ninety-nine extraordinary men of the Abrahamic family and draw one such symbol with it......"

“...... I'll tell them. Forth immediately responded.

At the same time, she added in her heart: the premise is that Mr. "Fool" allows it.

Mr. "Door" smiled and said:

"If I can get out of trouble because of this, I will help you become an angel ......"

His voice grew more and more ethereal, fainter and weaker, and seemed to be returning to its original state step by step as the end of Forth's promotion.

After two or three seconds, Furth couldn't hear the sound that could lead her way out of control a little bit, and the deep darkness and terrifying storm in front of her disappeared as well.

However, before the scene faded completely, Foirth saw through them a vast expanse of crimson rocks, and saw an ancient pyramid-like building standing there, and saw that behind the building, dark and deep, and the stars twinkling, completely different from the starry sky that his "astrologer" saw on the ground.

What is this? Furth shook his head, reined in his divergent thoughts, and began to restrain his spirituality in earnest.

After getting used to the state of "Mystic Mage", she immediately assumed a posture of prayer and reported her experience to Mr. "Fool" as it was, without missing a single thing.

After doing this, Furth put away the "Devil's Painting" and "teleported" back to Prietzport to meet his teacher Dorian Gray Abra, who was waiting in the warehouse.

Seeing that the student was safe and sound, Dorian exhaled and said in a very religious manner:

"Thank you, Mr. Fool, for your protection. ”

He finally taught a Sequence 4 "Arcane" who did not rebel.

Since Mr. "Fool" has not yet responded, Foirth did not inform the teacher of his conversation with Mr. "Men", and planned to wait until the next full moon later.

She smiled equally relaxedly:

"In addition to Mr. Fool, I have to thank you, Teacher. ”

............

Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.

Klein didn't have any doubts about Mr. "The Gate" claiming to be half-insane, but he thought that there might be more secrets hidden in it, such as why Mr. "The Gate" kept luring Russell the Great to the moon in the first place, which was occupied by an outer god.

After thinking about it, he took out the "Crimson Moon Crown" and the "Master Key" from the fog of history, planning to take the initiative to create a full moon environment, and listen to Mr. "Door" again.

The effects of the duo had long been confirmed, and Crane soon heard the sound that seemed to pierce his own spirit.

The voice cries out:

"Don't save me...... Don't save me......"

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