"In addition to the 'God of Death' path, are there extraordinary people who can also control corpses?"
Derrick scratched his head and his expression became a little strange.
"Mr. World, are you sure you are asking this question?"
Not only him, but this time, even the "Hanged Man" sitting in a row also moved the corners of his mouth slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything and gave the opportunity to "The Sun".
Is there anything wrong with this question? Audrey restrained her curiosity and found that Miss Judgment and the Magician were also a little curious like herself.
For her who has just entered the extraordinary world, this is indeed a question worth exploring.
"Mainly..." The tall boy, nearly two meters tall, paused, as if he was thinking about how to describe it.
"If this question requires additional compensation, I will answer your question for free." Klein frowned.
When did someone as simple as the little "sun" learn to act like the "hanged man"?
"No additional payment is needed..." Seeing that his hesitation was misunderstood by Mr. World, Derrick hurriedly defended.
Suddenly, the "Hanged Man" on the side waved his hand and interrupted him.
"Actually, 'sun' means...except for the extraordinary people of the 'god of death' path, there are not too many ways to manipulate corpses, especially for spiritual world creatures. Many slightly more powerful spiritual world creatures can
It can affect the corpse to a certain extent."
Alger looked around at the other members and explained the problem patiently. He did not suddenly change his gender and wanted to play Mr. Nice Guy, but at the moment when he had already used the power of Mr. Fool to quickly improve his rank, he became the same extremely powerful person.
The release of goodwill by those with potential is an investment in itself.
"Are there many extraordinary people who can do this?"
Compared to Klein who was still thinking, "Justice" Audrey didn't hesitate too much and asked for more details.
"'Mr. Hanged Man, you just said that in addition to spiritual world creatures, there are many extraordinary people who can also do it, right?"
"What I mean is that you can make the corpse move and pretend to be alive to a certain extent."
"The World" stiffly tilted its head slightly and moved its gaze from "The Sun" to "The Hanged Man".
"As far as I know, both the Extraordinaries of the 'Alien' pathway and the more powerful mid-sequences of the 'Soothsayer' pathway can do similar things." Alger simply raised two questions and looked at the "world"
There are also some faint hints.
Sure enough, my formula made him suspicious... Klein, who was at the top, closed his eyes and recalled d'Artagnan's strange state that day in his mind.
First of all, from the perspective of the "substitute", the corpse's spiritual body threads are definitely not in a manipulated state. Its spiritual body threads do not converge in one direction, but are scattered everywhere like a living person.
Then only the 'alien species' are left... Sure enough, as I speculated, the "revenge soul" itself can transform into a spiritual body, just like Miss Sharon manipulated the corpse that day, and d'Artagnan is one
The vest of "The Wraith".
Is it really Miss Sharon?
D'Artagnan did feel my peeping that day, but he had no hostility towards me... Under Klein's control, "The World" nodded in the direction of "The Hanged Man".
"You can ask a question, and I can give an answer as long as it's within my ability."
Alger raised his eyebrows and glanced calmly at the "Sun" beside him. The other person's downcast eyes were like those of a child who had made a mistake.
Because he didn't answer "The World"'s question immediately and he needed a question to pay off his debt, so he felt it was his fault?
To be honest, Alger, who has been thinking about self-interest since he was a child, doesn't quite understand "The Sun's" way of thinking.
"Just help me keep an eye out to see if anyone is selling the formula of Ocean Singer." A rare smile appeared on Alger's face.
Although he can continue to wait for the reward from His Highness Edmund for the subsequent formula, compared to the formula of "Ocean Singer", the materials and rituals behind it are more difficult to prepare. He plans to use his meritorious service with His Highness to apply for promotion.
s help.
"No problem." "The World" nodded slightly.
Almost one-third of the spiritual energy was consumed... Klein, who was at the top, knocked on the table gently. After all the members' eyes returned to him, he said in a calm voice:
"That's it for today."
"Your will is my will."
"Justice" stood up first, followed closely by the remaining members. Even "The World", under Klein's familiar control, followed everyone's actions and bowed deeply to the leader of the meeting.
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Crimson light quickly enveloped several high-backed chairs, but only the figure on the "World" seat was still there.
The skin is still too pale, so that "Mystery" who looks very sick is habitually tapping on the table.
"Are you ready to be promoted now?"
Compared with the usual Tarot session, this Tarot session is significantly shorter. It is precisely because Klein plans to be promoted to Sequence Seven today and needs to retain more spirituality to ensure that no other problems will arise during the promotion.
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"Any questions?"
Klein let go of the hand he had raised in front of him in anticipation of the sacrificial ceremony of "The Sun" and "The Hanged Man", and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
It is said that when I was promoted to "Joker", "Secret" should have awakened... He recalled the strange murmurs he heard at that time, his expression still maintained a confused look.
If he remembered correctly, Fregra, who was constantly repeated in the ramble, should be an ancient god from the Second Age, the king of demon wolves, and the father of Antigonus, the angel under Mystery.
The first lesson the captain taught himself was that when extraordinary people were promoted, they would often hear gibbering coming from the top of the path or from a high position... When the "seer" was promoted, he heard Fregra. Is this name still there?
Does it have other meanings?
"No, there is no need to be cautious now, but when you advance to Sequence Six...then your connection with this gray mist will gradually strengthen, so that some special high-sequence and 'destiny' path Extraordinaries
Everyone will see the weirdness of your spirit body, and it may cause some trouble."
"Secret" didn't go around in circles, and there wasn't much blood on his tired face.
"In other words, after I am promoted to Sequence Six, there will be more and more existences like Will Auceptin discovering that I am connected to the gray mist?"
This is not a good sign!
"That's right."
After receiving a positive answer from "Mysterious", Klein resisted the urge to touch his forehead and asked:
"Is there no remedy?"
If those high-sequences can find that they are abnormal, wouldn't it be dangerous every day, every hour, and every minute?
He looked at "Mystery" expectantly, but his half-body shook his head firmly.
"As long as you can still board the gray fog, there is no way to hide your connection with the gray fog."
However, her change of subject aroused Klein's hope again.
"Of course, after you advance to Sequence Four, this connection will become controllable. As long as you don't take the initiative to expose yourself, no one can follow the breath of gray mist to find you."
"And don't worry, except for little Zaratul who is still in madness, a 'Insect of Time' who is already busy taking care of himself, and my little nephew, other high-sequences will not be keenly aware of your connection with the gray fog.
Even the Extraordinaries of the Destiny Path can only glimpse this connection by looking directly at the Angel level. As long as the Extraordinaries below the Angel look directly at you, they will be harmed no less than looking directly at a mythical creature."
In other words, in Sequence 6 and Sequence 5, do I need to rely on my own strength to get rid of the minimal danger?
Among the existences described by "Secret" just now, the one that poses the greatest threat to him now is Zarath. As long as he doesn't directly attack him, there shouldn't be much danger.
This should be the reason why Will Asceptin's words and the "mystery" made me ask for one more charm from her as a reward.
If I am really unlucky enough to install Zarathul, I can at least detonate the talisman in exchange for a "secret" rescue opportunity.
"I will pay attention." Klein nodded deeply. At the same time, his hands were not idle, and he triggered two shining crimson stars at the same time. The figures of "The Sun" and "The Hanged Man" were hazy in the red.
Swaying in the light, the illusory door covered with mysterious patterns slowly opened, and two materials wrapped in spirituality flew out.
Looking at the real rhizome of the mist tree man, which has a delicate and rough surface, as if it is still "breathing", and the marrow crystal of the elven spring that looks like a shelled egg, with liquid flowing inside, the corner of Klein's mouth
It evoked a smile from the heart.
Although the "double" also gave him the opportunity to use some of the "magician" abilities, and the effect may even be stronger than that of the ordinary "magician", this is far from the reality of him becoming Sequence Seven.
I have been waiting for too long... Klein fed back the prepared picture to "The Sun" and "The Hanged Man". With a wave of his hand, the illusory door on the mottled table disappeared.
"I will comply with your ritual."
Before Klein could speak, the "Secret" sitting opposite him nodded slightly, with a hint of smile in his completely black eyes.
After receiving the promise of half a body, Klein no longer hesitated. He quickly wrapped his body with spirituality and returned to reality. He moved his slightly numb legs and walked out of the bathroom step by step. He returned to the bedroom to hold the gift ceremony.
He retrieved the materials hidden in the closet and on the gray mist, and then headed towards the kitchen.
Although his identity as a Beyonder has been exposed, he did not prepare the corresponding instruments at home.
Looking at the pots and pans filled with water in front of him, he had to admit that Klein felt a little regretful.
Forget it, let's just survive...
He carefully brushed the iron stew pot that he had not used a few times, and after confirming that there was no extra matter attached to the surface, he prepared the potion in the order of auxiliary first and then main body.
After all, he had already had an experience, and with the assistance of the "Joker"'s control over his body, Klein didn't think too much like the first time when Old Neil mixed the potion for himself, and successfully completed the prelude. Put a few main materials in it.
A burst of light white mist suddenly rose up. Pulled by the invisible force, even though the surface of the liquid in the iron pot was like boiling water, there was still not a drop of water splashing out. Instead, all the potions were strangely concentrated inward.
After waiting for about half a minute, the pot of boiling liquid finally subsided. Not only did Klein pour the liquid into the cup that he had prepared long ago, he looked at the colorful and weird colors and felt a little silent for a moment.
I have to say that I am worthy of being called a "magician". The whole cup of potion seems to be alive. Fireworks are constantly popping out from the liquid surface. After the colorful colors are initially displayed together, they begin to cover alternately, and different colors continue to emerge. , and continue to disappear, very dreamy.
Klein flipped it lightly with his two fingers, and a golden coin rose from the air and landed firmly in his palm, face up.
This potion was indeed prepared successfully!
His right hand slid up to his cheek, and with a violent tug, the entire human skin mask was violently torn off. Klein Moretti's youthful, bookish face still had sparse stubble, and his chin was no longer smooth. From a distance, Looks a lot more mature.
"This is the second step of revenge."
In the dimly lit kitchen, Klein stood outside the window and drank the magic potion while struggling through the yellow dust mist, leaving only a thin orange-red dusk.
In the shattered hazy sunset, the cracked light was refracted by the fog, wrapping around the only upright object in the room from all directions. The light without much temperature dotted the surface of the fading skin, making Klein The painful and distorted face is quite terrifying.
The murmurs that were clearer than the previous two times kept echoing in Klein's ears, raising the veins on his forehead in a wicked way. Along with the large amount of information contained in the potion, it seemed that it was about to overwhelm Klein's shaky consciousness. .
However, compared to the impact brought by those higher-level beings, this seemingly fatal pain turned out to be an adaptable process. Klein, with his facial features distorted and his body movements deformed, actually straightened up bit by bit.
Amid the impact of gibbering and roaring, he resisted the temptation of ethereal illusions and focused all his attention on the process of condensing his own spirituality and consciousness. He constantly sketched the image of layers of light balls in his mind, and gradually a touch of green and black crawled over him. Climbing up to the bright surface, the stacked light balls proliferated as the mist spread, vaguely taking on the shape of a human being.
"Secret?"
Klein was a little confused, but in the face of the danger that he might lose control, he did not dare to relax at all. The image in his mind became clearer, and he drove away the horrible murmurs that were trying to get in.
After an unknown amount of time, Klein, whose whole body was numb, finally put down his arms that were tightly clasped at both sides of his body and stood up straight.
He took a tentative step forward.
boom.
When the soles of your feet land, there is almost no backlash like when you were promoted to "Joker" because your spirituality was not mastered.
Am I already at Sequence Seven?
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his body, he quickly walked to the full-length mirror in the bedroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
In the mirror that lacked light, there were no eye-catching changes on Klein's body. Only the position of his eyes became deeper, and the whites of his eyes were stained with a shadow-like darkness.