As Patrick Blaine recited, the various skulls around the dark coffin were gradually dyed with a layer of dark green, blending with their own white, bringing out an extremely terrifying feeling.

The "Spirit Dance" became more and more intense, as if the sound from the underworld was constantly echoing, and the skulls floated one by one, as if they had their own vitality.

Then, in a chaotic manner, they threw themselves at the heavy, pitch-black coffin, penetrating the lid and entering it without being disembodied.

The coffin suddenly turned into a deep whirlpool that could never be filled, and it swelled in place, emitting an icy, cold, high breath that made Patrick Bryan tremble instinctively and lower his head.

This is the breath of an angel, a "Definitor of Death"!

At this time, the Grim Reaper believers who were dancing the "Spirit Dance" fell to the ground one after another, their consciousness became confused, and they felt like they were traveling in the underworld.

However, the "Fool" Klein, who expanded his horizon with the help of the secret puppet prayer point of light above the gray mist, was secretly relieved, because the leader of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Order, the angel sleeping in the mausoleum, and the high priest Hetel did not use the temptation method used by the "Grim Reaper" to enslave and control the superior to the lower, and directly obtained the information he wanted to know from Patrick Blaine.

To some extent, this is a kind of "torture" at the spiritual level, and Klein is quite skilled in dealing with it.

He immediately let the "Red Priest" card fly into his hand and into his body.

Suddenly, Crane was dressed in a crimson robe made of blood, rust, and gunsmoke, with a dark gold mask with simple stripes on his face, and a crown of red, blue, and green gems on top of his head.

Then, he mobilized all the forces of the mysterious space above the gray fog that he could mobilize, and let them turn into an invisible torrent that rolled in, surrounded the paper figures prepared in advance, and rushed to the "immortal" Patrick Bryan through the point of prayer light.

At this moment, Patrick's body, who was trembling and surrendering due to the teacher's breath, trembled slightly, as if he saw layers of divine wings.

- Crane hides the specific image of the Flame Angel and only shows it with partial senses, that is, he interferes with the special effects on his own.

One by one, the sacred wings came and disappeared, giving Patrick a sense of confusion that he was hallucinating.

As a Sequence 4 demigod, he quickly came to his senses, realizing that he no longer wanted to obey, that he could no longer disobey his teacher's orders, and that his consciousness seemed to be partially withdrawn, and he was high above the world of his mind, calmly looking down at everything.

At the same time, as a fanatical believer, Patrick Bryan did not hesitate to regard the "Angel's Embrace" as the gift of "death", and had no doubts.

At this time, in the deep whirlpool formed by the pitch-black coffin, an old and cold voice came out, which made people's souls seem to be directly separated from the body:

"Well done.

"What have you learned recently about awakening God?"

Patrick Bryan immediately described his efforts and intentions in accordance with the words given by His Excellency.

After some answers, the Death Realm Angel on the other side of the vortex, Hetel, did not have doubts, and said in a calm tone:

"Good, keep doing it, I'll give you your back. ”

He paused, and said, as if inadvertently:

"I'll send you an assistant first, the 'Necromantic Mentor' from Sequence 5, and let him assist you in completing the corresponding tasks and reduce your stress. ”

The teacher really didn't want to see me get God's favor and threatened His position...... Patrick Bryan, who was influenced by Klein little by little in his daily correspondence and slowly changed his cognition, could not refuse such a "good intention", so he could only reply respectfully:

"Yes, teacher. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark vortex suddenly unfolded, turning into a bronze door full of mysterious patterns, which was difficult to describe the specific feeling.

With a creak, the door opened, cracking a gap.

Behind the gap was darkness so deep that there was no movement, and in the depths of the darkness there seemed to be one eye after another, quietly watching outside.

At that moment, a palm reached out and rested on the crack in the door.

Its skin is pale, and the cyan veins beneath it can be seen.

With the grasp and pull of the hand, a figure jumped out of the doorway.

It was a tall, young man, wearing a robe with red stripes on a black background and a hood pulled up.

He has soft facial lines, a brown complexion, and at first glance, he has the blood of the Southern Continent, and his facial features are relatively good, but he lacks blood.

Stepping on the solid ground under his feet, the young man didn't even look at Patrick Bryan, raised his head, looked into the air, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and sighed with half-narrowed eyes:

"It's an intoxicating atmosphere......"

As an extraordinary person of the "Grim Reaper" path, Patrick Bryan was undoubtedly a little annoyed in his heart by being so ignored by people below his own order, but in front of the teacher, he couldn't say anything, so he could only follow the process and end the ceremony step by step.

In this process, Klein, the "Fool" above the gray fog, reacted more violently than Patrick.

Because he saw the anomaly of the new "Necromantic Master" through the "true vision" provided by the gray mist!

The necromancer's "Self Underworld" expanded strangely, encompassing every part of the body, and there was only one soul in that "Underworld", a young and handsome soul with red hair, many signs of decay on his face, and a blood-stained black armor with a banner mark on his eyebrows.

Klein was no stranger to this spirit, and recognized the other party directly:

The evil spirit of the "Red Angel", Sauron Einhorn Medich!

This guy is back in Beckland, and he has a certain relationship with the angels of the Divine Order's Artificial Death Sect...... Crane instinctively took out the "Red Priest" card, contained the "Tyrant" card, and took the "Poseidon Scepter", preparing to give the "Red Angel" evil spirit a lightning storm, but in a flash of thought, he restrained this impulse and gave up the corresponding idea.

This would expose Patrick Blaine's problems and make the Angel of the Dead realm, Hetel, guess that something was wrong with the man-made Grim Reaper!

This is not conducive to the "Goddess of the Night" to grasp and digest the "uniqueness" of the "Grim Reaper" path.

In the midst of his thoughts, Klein quickly left the gray fog and returned to the real world, allowing the secret puppet to quietly but quickly move away from the ready-to-wear factory and "teleport" with the main body.

He originally planned to create some horror experience for Patrick Bryan after the ceremony, and made some preparations in advance, so he could only give up at this time, so as not to be discovered by the evil spirit of the "Red Angel".

Inside the garment factory, the young "Necromantic Master" possessed by Sauron Einhorn Medich pulled his hood a little lower, turned his head slightly, and looked out somewhere.

That's where Klein's secret puppet Chunas Korg was hiding, nearly a kilometer away from the garment factory.

After staring at it for a few seconds, a less obvious smile appeared on the young "Necromantic Master's" face.

Patrick Bryan was about to speak, tapping the teacher's messenger as the head of the Soul Order's Artificial Reaper Sect, Beckland, when inspiration suddenly touched, his body turned strangely, and he set his eyes on another building in the garment factory.

On the second floor of the building, behind the glass window of a certain room, a pair of emotionless black eyes were staring at this side.

Patrick Bryan's eyelids jumped, and his body disappeared suddenly.

Not!

The cold wind blew the glass window to rot silently, and cracked into countless "snowflakes" without a single movement.

In the corresponding room, Patrick, wearing a black robe and a thin face, emerged, and saw that the owner of the cold black eyes was a crudely made clay doll.

Who made the doll...... Who brought it here? Patrick Bryan looked around cautiously, not missing a corner.

As he cast his gaze down the hallway, leaning against the glassless window, the crude clay puppet's dark eyes suddenly turned, and he raised his hands and grabbed Patrick's neck.

Halfway through this action, the dirt puppet seemed to lose its support, no longer had any vitality, and many cracks appeared on the surface, and it disintegrated into a pile of pieces in an instant.

Patrick Bryan's figure vanished before appearing in the hallway, staring at the crumbling clay doll as if he were facing an enemy.

At that moment just now, he was really startled, although it was related to spirits and was full of all kinds of weird and terrifying things, but without the influence of external spirits, it was quite terrifying for a puppet to suddenly come to life.

The pieces of the clay doll lay there silently, and Patrick Bryan waited patiently for a while to make sure there were no more anomalies.

He traveled through the spirit realm again, returning to the place where the ritual had just taken place.

At this time, the heavy black coffin had completely decayed, as if it had been buried under the earth for hundreds of thousands of years, and the believers who sensed the underworld around them slowly recovered from their semi-comatose state.

Patrick Bryan glanced left and right, but failed to spot the young "necromancer" sent by his teacher, who had left the place at some point.

Didn't he come to spy on me?

Considering that there was an anomaly just discovered - the living clay puppet, Patrick Bryan did not delay any longer, and quickly woke up the believers, cleaned up the scene, and dealt with the traces.

When he was done with all this, he suddenly heard a voice:

"Is this garment factory yours?"

Patrick Blaine's figure disappeared in an instant, and he reappeared, facing the person who spoke, it was the young "Necromantic Master" who had gone nowhere.

"It's not. Patrick said with a slight frown.

How could he do these things in his own garment factory, and if he was exposed, there would be no way out?

"It's not too stupid...... the young Necromantic Master nodded slightly.

Patrick's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and he forced back his anger and said:

"Where did you just go?"

The young "Necromantic Mentor" smiled and said:

"Walked around familiar places and met a friend. ”