Klein became a demigod and was able to initially control the "Source Castle", not allowing its aura to penetrate into reality, and after attaching it to himself, he didn't think about similar aspects anymore, after all, this would be abnormal, causing him to be recognized by the extraordinary people of the "fate" related path at a glance, which was quite unsafe, and at this moment, as soon as he was reminded by Will Onsetin, he only felt that his mind was cheerful.

When I was only attached to the "Source Castle" and had a certain right to use it, the attached "Source Castle" aura and projection could make a sage of the "Destiny" path dare not look directly, so that the corresponding middle and low sequence extraordinary people were like seeing mythical creatures...... Can this affect angels who are complete mythical creatures themselves?"Source Castle" is at least at Sequence 0?Well, according to my guess, that's a bit higher than Sequence 0...... Knowing something like that would result in contamination?Klein's thoughts came alive like lightning bolts in his mind.

He quickly decided to return to the Forsaken Lands to experiment with monsters in the depths of the darkness and secret puppets in the mists of history to speculate on whether his ideas would be useful.

A slight smile appeared on his face, and he said to the one-year-old child in the black stroller:

"I probably see what you mean, I'll have someone bring you ice cream lately. ”

Will Ensettein, wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned his head, looked to the side and said:

"No, no.

"I've eaten too much ice cream during this time, and it's affected my physical development a little bit......"

Klein raised an eyebrow and said:

"Pure, top-quality ice cream from Trier, the capital of Intis. ”

“...... Next week, give it to me again. Will Unsetin hesitated and replied.

With that, the fleshy one-year-old turned over and buried his face in the small pillow in the stroller.

Due to the limited time that Miss "Magician" can maintain the historical pore image, Klein didn't say anything more, and with the help of his own characteristics, he forcibly broke free from the dream, woke up, and rolled over and got out of bed.

Then he reached out his right hand and slammed it into the air.

After four or five strokes, his arm sank, and he dragged out a plain-looking lady in a simple linen robe, tied with a bark belt, barefoot, and long black hair.

Ariana, the leader of the ascetics of the Church of the Night, the "Servant of the Secrets"!

At the same moment, in a house in the Hillston district, Furth on the easy chair seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, and sat up suddenly, his body straight, and the blood vessels in his forehead jumped.

She felt like a flood bursting her levees, surging towards the void in front of her, unable to contain it, and looking about to dry up.

In the next second, this trend eased a lot, but it was still scary, and it was not something she could fully withstand now.

In the hotel room, seeing that Ms. Arianna's historical pore image gained consciousness, Klein made a long story short and said directly:

"I'm going to work with someone to deal with one of the 'witch kings' of the Rose School. ”

Arianna nodded slightly, indicating that she understood, but did not give her own advice.

Seeing that the ascetic leader did not warn, Klein was much more relieved about the plan to hunt the "Witch King", and instead said:

"I've been planning an operation against the Ebony Demon Wolf lately. ”

Arianna's mouth opened slightly:

"Be cautious. ”

...... Meaning, don't underestimate the dark demon wolf Kotal Klein was about to ask a rhetorical question, when his consciousness suddenly blurred, and he saw the lady opposite and himself in his eyes blurred at the same time, and quickly disappeared.

Syllable!

Foirth slumped into his easy chair, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

"It's more tiring than writing all night in a hurry...... she grinned for a while, and quickly tried to meditate to fall asleep.

- In the case of extreme exhaustion, people sometimes have sleep disturbances.

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

Godforsaken Lands, near the ancient city of Norse, a northern ruin, in a deep black wilderness where no one is around.

Crane carried the lantern that emitted a dim yellow light, and turned around to confirm the situation.

Then, he found a stone and sat down, no longer shielding himself from the penetration of the "gray mist" aura into reality.

On this basis, Klein also consciously strengthened the projection of "Source Castle" on himself.

After making preparations, Crane quickly transformed a monster lurking in the darkness around him into a secret puppet.

The puppet stepped out of the lightless area and approached Klein in the light of the lantern, setting his eyes on him.

In the eyes of this secret puppet made of ordinary monsters, Crane, who was wearing a black trench coat and a top hat, was no different from before, except that his eyes became darker and his temperament became more indescribable.

After trying different types of monster puppets in a row, Crane confirmed that ordinary people, or most extraordinary people, would not be able to find that they had the aura of "Source Castle" on their bodies.

Then, he reached out his right hand, dragged out his half-day self, and manipulated this rather sluggish image of history to cast his gaze.

This time, "Crane" saw a layer of gray mist shrouded in his body, and a little light flickered inside, but he did not show a specific appearance.

He immediately lifted the maintenance of this historical projection, tried to catch the extraordinary people of the "soothsayer" path such as the "secret puppet master" Rosago, and repeated the experiment just now.

"Well, after strengthening the projection, the extraordinary person of the 'Fortune Teller' path can directly detect certain anomalies, but at least the angels can only confirm that I am related to the 'Source Castle', and they can't directly see the strange light gate, that is, the projection of the 'Source Castle'......" Klein was not too surprised by this result.

He took a deep breath, and after preparing for his own "rescue", he raised his hand and dragged out the "winner" Enyuni who had just become his secret spouse.

Enyuni raised his head slightly, and his eyes gradually reflected Klein's figure, reflecting a faint, grayish mist that filled outward.

In the depths of the mist, the twisted worms, transparent or translucent, coalesced into countless balls of light, layered on top of each other, forming a door of light dyed a little blue and black.

The light gate is much clearer and more textured than before, and at the same time, its shape has changed, stretching to the top and getting much higher.

This made it resemble a tall, thin figure, and the gray mist around it was the figure's hooded robe.

The glow of different balls of light flickered continuously, making Crane seem to be stared at with one eye by this deep, mysterious, lofty and terrifying figure.

With a bang, Crane's head involuntarily tilted back, and streams of blood mixed with transparent worms spurted out of his pores.

The "spirit worms" fell to the ground, rolling and struggling wildly, some of them quickly collapsed, and some of them finally calmed down, crawled back into Crane's body, and burrowed into the pores.

"Shhh...... It's much better than the last time I was directly unconscious and had amnesia......" Crane rubbed the corners of his forehead and sighed silently.

The "winner" in front of him, Nyuni, has disappeared directly because he was shocked just now and is unable to maintain the image of historical pores.

This is one of the reasons why Klein did not suffer too serious injuries this time.

- Without the "winner" Nyuni, he would not be able to see the strange light gate that has changed, and he would not have to be continuously impacted.

After a two-second pause, Crane entered the fog of history and took four steps backwards to the gray fog.

Watching a trace of illusory dark light rise from his body and dissolve completely, Crane finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at himself:

"I almost pollute myself, I erode myself......

"After that, another experiment will be conducted with extraordinary people such as Rosago who are 'soothsayers': without being directly impacted, will it be reversely polluted by the 'Source Fort' projection as the observation time increases......"

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

Southern Continent, East Byrand, the city of Verteck under attack.

Under the light of the crimson moon, the Rune soldiers, who were hiding behind improvised fortifications, were taking turns to rest and recuperate.

Their faces were black, full of traces of gunsmoke, and sometimes someone woke up, took out the dried tobacco, wrapped it casually, lit it with the only remaining match, brought it to his mouth, and took a deep breath, his eyes revealing more numbness and confusion.

Several soldiers guarding this line smelled the smell of tobacco, subconsciously sniffled, and glanced back.

"Do you still have tobacco?" asked a soldier with a repeating rifle in a low voice as he asked his companion.

His comrade-in-arms shook his head:

"I've already finished smoking. ”

"I don't know when the next batch will arrive...... I'm going crazy without tobacco!" The soldier who spoke first pointed to the outside of the fortifications with his chin, "See? So many corpses, so many hands, so many feet, all of them belonged to the living before." ”

Before the sun went down, the rebels launched a fierce assault, storming the defenses of Verteke like crazy, their desperate gesture frightened the soldiers and servants of Rune who held out, and they almost won the victory, but in the end, they still failed to break through the key defenses, leaving behind a large number of corpses, and the tide receded.

His comrade-in-arms was silent for a moment and said:

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we'll be like that. ”

Saying this, he looked up at the crimson moon and said dreamily:

"I don't know what happened to Beckland, I haven't heard from home in a long time...... I don't know if they have enough food and if they can find a doctor if they are sick......"

The soldier who wanted to smoke just now was about to curse a swear word, cursing this damned war and the damned enemy, his eyes suddenly straightened, he raised his right hand tremblingly, pointed ahead, and said:

"Live, live, live......"

One by one, the soldiers looked over, only to see that under the crimson moon, the mutilated corpses left by the rebels had crawled up one after another, staggering and trying to get closer to the defensive line.

In the distance, a mysterious man wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns stood behind the rebels, his arms slightly outstretched.

Spirituality is growing rapidly throughout the battlefield.

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