Klein did not directly bring the Azk Bronze Whistle into the gray fog this time, but prepared to complete it through the projection of the item like the earliest divination of the "Mutated Sun Emblem", which will reduce the accuracy to a certain extent, and may even lead to no effective revelation for divination, but in the case of a layer of gray fog, the integrity of the item itself can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

He still remembered that when he used the black ears of the "listener" to tell the source of divination, the seal was directly crumbled and disintegrated due to the counterattack of the "true creator", and reorganized into a charm.

Therefore, when he suspected that the divination results might point to the corpse of the "Grim Reaper" or other remnants, pointing to the divine power that had long since fallen Sequence 0 to change the environment of the Furious Sea, Klein decided to leave the Azk Bronze Whistle in the real world and divination through projection to avoid the possibility of damage to this important item, after all, the "Grim Reaper" and the "True Creator" are on the same level!

As for why Klein dared to directly use "Grossell's Travels" to divinate the source, it was because the ancient god "Fantasy Dragon" had fallen for a long time, and most of the corresponding characteristics had been inherited, and I don't know how many times it had changed hands, and the travelogue itself was very strong, and even the full attack of the "Seagod Scepter" could not damage a single bit, in the same way, Mr. "Gate" may only have the level of "King of Angels", and he is in a state of exile and isolation, and he can barely pass the words in, and can hardly cause substantial damage.

I can recover quickly with the help of the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist, leaving no hidden dangers, if the Azk Bronze Whistle is broken, it will be really broken, and I will not be able to contact Mr. Azik, I will not be able to attract the undead, or even carry it with me...... Crane calmly and skillfully grasped the bronze whistle projection and the paper on which the divination sentences were written, leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and whispered in a meditative state:

"The reason why this bronze whistle is anomalous today. ”

After seven consecutive times, Crane fell into a deep sleep and fell into a dream.

He didn't know how long it was, but he saw a dark and cold mausoleum, a dark staircase that stretched down, and a coffin lying around.

The coffins were all open, and inside lay one dead after another, their backs covered with white feathers stained with light butter.

Even in a dream, Klein felt that such a picture was unusually familiar, as if he had seen it before.

At this moment, he seemed to smell the stench of decay, heard the slow gasping of something, and felt that the darkness in the mausoleum became thicker and thicker, giving people a feeling of extreme dead silence.

Suddenly, high and low whispers sounded at the same time, and the dead people lying in the coffin with white feathers on their backs all floated up, looking out of the dream with their half-rotten and half-pale faces!

With a pop, Klein's heart lost control, as if he was being dragged out of his chest by an invisible hand.

In the process, his dream suddenly disintegrated into fragments and fell into nothingness.

The last thing Klein saw was that the corpses not only had white feathers on their backs, but also some of the rest of their bodies, and in addition, the almost illusory black tubes plunged into their bodies and extended to the deepest part of the mausoleum, where there was a deep, rich, evil and cold boundless black mist.

The black mist slowly contracted and expanded, making a wheezing sound, and the sight fell behind Crane's eyes and ears, making his complexion rapidly pale, his skin rotting and pus, and his pores growing fine white hairs stained with light butter, and the projection of the Azk copper whistle in his palm exploded into a cloud of black mist.

Throughout the ancient palace, the mottled long tables were decaying and collapsing, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs were wrapped in white feathers, as if they had taken on a life of their own.

The gray mist with no edge in sight rolled silently, and the mysterious space on it swayed gently, and everything quickly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Crane, who had collapsed next to his seat, reached out and grabbed the leg of the table, slowly stood up, and sat down again, letting out a long sigh of relief.

He rubbed the corners of his forehead and subconsciously made a comparison:

"Weaker than the 'True Creator' and 'Eternal Sun', and higher than Mr. 'Gate', but it's unclear if it's because the latter was banished and isolated, so that there is very little power that can be transmitted in.

"I want to do this, I can't beat it anyway, even if I become a demigod, it's the same......

"It's a pity that I didn't directly see the thing hidden in the depths of the black mist, otherwise I might have gained some potion recipes or occult knowledge. ”

Crane looked to the side of his seat with some regret, and saw an illusory black mist floating there.

This is what remains of the Azk Copper Whistle projection after it was shattered.

"There's no sense of power, which means you can't use it as a charm, what's the use?" Crane thought for a moment, summoning a spare "paper angel" from the clutter pile, and throwing it at the illusory black mist.

As soon as the two came into contact, they immediately merged together, and the paper figure quickly turned black and looked deep, and white feathers stained with light butter grew from its back.

This change lasted only a second, and the paper figure returned to its original state, but it was not real enough and had a half-unreal feeling.

In addition to this, there are feather-like patterns all over the back of the paper figures.

"What can this be used for?" Klein let the mutated paper figure fall back into his palm.

He didn't dare to use the method of divination to confirm the effect, for fear that he would see the picture in the dream just now again, and be invaded by things in the depths of the black fog that had already been prepared.

After repeated examinations, Klein made a preliminary judgment based on his own occult accumulation:

"This doesn't have much power in itself, but it's special in substance, and it may be able to produce some strange effects in the necromantic realm when you are a 'paper man stand-in' or a 'paper angel'.

"It's like my adventurer's harmonica, which doesn't have much power in its own right, but can summon a particularly powerful messenger......"

Klein then put away the "mutated paper man" and began to interpret the picture he saw in his dream:

"The dark mausoleum, the open coffin, the dead with feathers growing on their backs, the black fog that fills the depths, all seem to point to the 'Grim Reaper', or some important object left behind by the 'Grim Reaper'...... Or is it a product of some stage of the Spiritual Order's Artificial Reaper Project?

"By the way, why did I just feel familiar?"

Klein thought about it carefully and soon had an answer:

He had seen a similar scene in a divination a long time ago!

On that occasion, the content of his divination was "the consequences of concealing Mr. Azik's affairs within the night watchman"!

At that time, he got a total of two dream pictures, one was that he sank into the sea of blood and was pulled out by Azkla, and the other was that the two of them were in the dark and cold mausoleum they had just seen, as if they were looking for something!

Klein has interpreted this as a scene in which he is in distress and is rescued by Mr. Azik, and in the second act the two of them are going to explore a mausoleum or a place symbolized by a mausoleum.

The former has been verified when the Beckland meteorite fell from the sky, and the latter finally has a clue today!

"Could it be that Mister Azik and I are about to explore the mausoleum I 'saw' just now?" but this mausoleum is dangerous, and the thing that is hidden in the deepest part of the black fog is very high, only inferior to the true gods, and full of malice......" Crane frowned slightly, thinking that the joint exploration might not be a good thing.

This made him feel the need to stop Mr. Azik, but he also suspected that the divination images he had seen could not be directly contradicted, otherwise he would get a worse ending in the dramatic fate.

"At least for the first time in divination, there is only a picture of exploration, and there is no danger...... Perhaps there is a way to bypass it indirectly...... This may be the reason why the 'soothsayer' is always vague, and sometimes it can be counterproductive if he says it too clearly!" Klein decided to vaguely mention his dreams to Mr. Azik when he met him later, without interpreting any interpretation, to see what he thought.

After deciding on his thoughts, Crane leaned back in his chair and looked at the dome of the majestic palace, disappearing above the gray mist.

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

Light, fragments of light, pure and clear dawn light, burst out from the body of the Elder of the Council of Six, another Demon Hunter, Waite Hilmon, evaporating the white hairs that had grown from the pores of his skin and suppressing the wriggling of flesh that followed.

The muscles of his arms bulged, and he pulled the string of the dragon's bow back, allowing the silver-white lightning to mingle with the glow of dawn into a brilliant arrow.

The arrow flew out, and in an instant it reached the altar full of monster skulls, and landed on the heavy iron-black coffin.

Silently, the light arrow dimmed and vanished, without producing any effect.

No, the area around the altar is getting darker and darker, and it's getting more and more dead!

Inside the iron-black coffin, a voice with the sound of bones rubbing sounded:

"Why, why bother my deep sleep?"

Hearing such words, Waite's heart sank a little, because the malice was undisguised, because it meant that the former chief might have turned into a monster.

Silver City's search for a way out has failed again.

With a bang, the lid of the coffin flew up and fell apart, and large black mist diffused from below, endlessly.

In such a scene, Waite saw a figure slowly standing in the coffin, he was nearly four meters tall, his hands and feet were long, his body was covered with white feathers stained with light butter, and there seemed to be an illusory black tube connected to infinity behind him.

Behind the three elders of the "Council of Six", the pitch-black river followed with huge waves, and all kinds of arms, tentacles, and vines poured out.

At this moment, Waite saw the Chief's body change rapidly, and saw that the clothes worn by the other party were torn inch by inch by the swollen muscles.

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