In the shadows, Mr. A bowed deeply, and his dark red robe was as bright as blood under the moonlight.
Chosen people...Klein groaned in his heart, roughly figuring out his position among the "Secret" believers.
God's spokesman on earth, and in some areas, His words even surpass the angels and popes who serve beside God.
But this is correct. If the ancient DND settings are followed, the chosen ones who can link to divine power to a certain extent can indeed assume this status...Klein is thinking in modern society after all, and soon
He accepted this "setting", smiled familiarly, nodded to Mr. A, and said softly:
"You did a great job, I don't know how I can thank you?"
"Of course you don't need to thank me. As an envoy appointed by our Lord, the value of my existence is to implement the Lord's will, and the Lord's latest oracle is to help our Lord's ally, the great Lord of Time and Space—
—The 'God of Mystery' has regained its strength. As a chosen one, you are naturally among the ranks of my servants."
Listening to Mr. A's deep voice that contained slowly and fervently, Klein glanced under the man's hood, which was completely covered by shadows, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
It's so shameful. I remember "Mystery" told me that He has not yet reached the level of the Creator... "Lord of Time and Space". Who came up with this title? It's too shameful.
Bar?
Klein, who is also "Zhou Mingrui", almost dug out the soles of his leather shoes, but he still relied on his "clown" ability to control his expression. He still had a calm look on his face, imitating the look in his memory and posing
He looked like a magician.
"Very well, you have proved your piety."
As he spoke, he changed the emphasis of his words without any trace, and continued:
"But you also know that now that false gods are in power, it would be dangerous for us to continue talking here."
"I think we need to be secretive recently. I will contact you if necessary."
Regarding the words of the elector, Mr. A agreed directly without much thought.
"I will obey your will."
He bowed slightly again, and then in front of Klein, he stretched his hand into his chest, extending it from the surface of the skin without covering it up!
What is he doing?
Looking at this bloody scene that had a cult-like feel, Klein couldn't help but feel tense and sweaty on his back.
But the strange thing is that his spiritual intuition did not remind him that danger was about to happen, but was surprisingly calm.
Slowly, Klein also dropped most of his guard, but still held the chain-blade cane in his hand, observing Mr. A's next move.
Soon, the squirming sound of flesh and blood finally stopped, and the blood stains on the clothes on Mr. A's chest also flowed back into the wound strangely. His pale-skinned wrist was pulled out from his chest, and a smooth and cold hand was held in his long fingers.
Black iron badge.
"Your Excellency, the Chosen One, this is a spell in the field of 'Secret Prayer'. It will allow you to have an aura similar to that of a 'Shepherd' in a short period of time, and at the same time, you will have the ability to communicate with me."
"It originates from the 'Black Saint'. Its effective range is within the urban area of Backlund. Beyond this range, the effect will be greatly reduced until it disappears. The spirituality above can support its use for another three months."
Mr. A patiently introduced the badge in his hand. At the same time, as soon as he loosened his palm, the shadow under his feet quickly rose up, caught the badge in the air, and sent it to Klein.
There is no cursed aura, nor the polluted aura of the true Creator, just a simple spiritual item... Klein, who had tested the badge using the "Spirit Thread" perspective and spiritual vision at the same time, nodded, and then picked up the badge.
He gave me a badge and said politely:
"Thanks."
Then, he snapped his fingers with his right hand that was not holding something, and orange-red flames rose up, instantly covering his body.
"Praise for 'mystery'." Mr. A crossed his hands on his chest, bowed his head devoutly, and then his tall figure collapsed into the shadows under his feet and left secretly.
Wow!
On the house not far away, pre-arranged matches were lit. Klein strode out of the flames. He glanced around and made sure that Mr. A had not followed, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
For the first time, he was glad that the people in the Aurora Society were all fanatical believers.
If Mr. A hadn't been devout enough in his faith, things would have been much more complicated today... He looked around aimlessly, and caught a glimpse of the incomplete red color that had swept away the night sky at some point, suppressing the light of the surrounding stars.
moon.
Praising the goddess... Suddenly thinking of the "false god" that he had just talked about in order to convince Mr. A, Klein looked away guiltily, and then nodded piously on his chest four times.
The embarrassment gradually spread and occupied the high ground. Klein didn't want to stay on the roof for a moment longer, so he immediately snapped his fingers again, and the flames rose again.
He wanted to return to No. 17 Minsk Street as soon as possible, back above the gray fog, to confirm the specific capabilities of the badge in his hand.
The common sense he learned from the Nighthawks team told him that there are no spiritual items without negative effects. No matter whether they contain extraordinary characteristics or not, the only difference between them is whether the negative effects are serious or not.
............
Late at night, in Backlund, a megacity with a population of more than five million, the dream maze existing in the subconscious ocean was unprecedentedly huge. In the low-pressure illusory sky, a giant gray dragon with thick scales roared past.
After being severely damaged by the "Secret" last time and losing a clone of his personality, Adam took the opportunity to catch Angelweed and imprinted it on his spirit body. As long as he wanted to, he would lose control and explode at any time.
But in a sense, this also brought about some good changes. For example, he no longer had to worry about being discovered by the world's best "psychiatrist" and could freely swim in the ocean of psychology.
If he only had to worry about the existence of the same level, it would be impossible for Hermes to discover that he was deliberately shielded by Adam.
The huge dragon vibrated its wings, and its cold vertical pupils reflected metallic inorganic light.
His needle-like pupils turned and focused on his destination this time. His huge wings folded in, and the steel-colored wing membranes curled up to the sides of the frame. His thick limbs grabbed the regular stone pillars rising from the ground.
The tail drops to the ground.
Angelweed quietly examined the sleeping girls in the illusory room, and the invisible spiritual plague instantly infected everyone within his sight.
Since we can't fight head-on and track the specific whereabouts of the "Uncertain Mist", we can lay a trap in the lair where he will definitely come back to rest.
"Oh, you have the power of the essence, and I am not bad either." Angelweed's pale golden eyes became darker and darker, and there seemed to be dark waves surging in them.
Even though he has fallen down and can no longer directly mobilize the power of the "Sea of Chaos", it is still easy to cover his aura by just borrowing the mark left by the source of pollution.
As the dark illusory tide swept through the dream maze, layers of darkness appeared on the scales of Angelweed, who was concentrating and concentrating. The light gold and deep black in his eyes were mixed, giving birth to a coquettish look.
Blood red.
"Ah!" With a low roar, the thick scales and the strangeness in his eyes faded away, and Angelweed became extremely tired.
He finally took a deep look at the girls in the golden rose who had been infected by him, and then the huge figure dimmed and disappeared without a trace.
This is also a personality clone!
In the Red Rose Manor, more than ten kilometers away, in the guest room, Hvin Rambis, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and saw an indifferent cold gold.
He stood up slowly, picked up the cold coffee in his hand, and took a sip.
The green golf course stretches as far as the eye can see, and in the quiet main house, the carnival of young people continues.
"Alsuhod... What a bad taste." The enamel cup was gently put down, and Hwen shook his head with a helpless smile.
.............
No. 6, Edward Street, West End.
Jason Belial, who had just returned from his mistress and was listening to his pet dog's report, sat casually on the easy chair with his fingers crossed on his chest habitually.
On the floor in front of him, a big dog with traces of blood still remaining on the corner of its mouth squatted obediently, its tail wagging constantly, indicating the restlessness in its heart that was forcibly suppressed.
Its mouth opened, its spirit vibrated the air, and it spit out "devil" words full of filthy connotations, reporting its recent work to its master.
"Very good, well done. As long as this operation is successful, you will become the first 'Desire Apostle' under 'Devil' Beria."
Jason nodded with satisfaction and made a promise to his dog.
If an uninformed person could see this scene, they would definitely find it very funny, but Jason, who has always been pragmatic, disagreed.
In his opinion, the depravity advocated by the family elders and training ordinary people to become his subordinates is simply an inefficient and idle practice.
Anyway, most humans are low-level humans who are not qualified to touch the extraordinary, and they are no different from animals, so why not just use animals that are better controlled, maybe it will be easier for them to be promoted.
As long as this operation is successful, I will become a "devil", and at the same time, that item will make me a higher level, even on some levels, comparable to the older "whisperers".
I will become the new generation in the family who is most likely to become a Grand Duke... No, I am the future Grand Duke!
Unknowingly, Jason Belial, who had always considered himself calm and cold-blooded, suddenly became fanatical. He could not help but fantasize about the beautiful situation after the mission was successful, and the desires in his heart expanded exponentially.
Finally, he returned to calmness again, stood up with satisfaction, and walked to the bedroom on the second floor. The big dog that had been squatting in front of him was still well-behaved, and even had its tail raised.
"Is this the 'Devil' now?" In the darkness, a shirtless young man silently appeared in front of the easy chair where Jason was sitting just now, stroking the big dog's head with his palm.
How did this kind of trash, who was easily aroused and could not even be digested by magic potions, be promoted to the rank of "Apostle of Desire"?
You know, even Fabuti himself, who had swallowed his properties alive, had already digested all the magic potions in his heyday, so he was extremely powerful and became the last ancient god who still occupies the throne of God!
Fabuti, who had already controlled Jason's thinking, shook his head violently, slightly annoyed.
He doesn't have much time. If he doesn't find a new host and only relies on his "demon" form to move around, he will only be eroded even more by the crack in the big tree in the sky.
"Since the 'devil' cannot be reused, maybe I can try the alien species?"
Suddenly, an even crazier idea appeared in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.